"This... this is too much food!"
Colossus watched Hawking, who had already gotten up for his thirtieth serving, his fork suspended in mid-air, not falling for a long time.
In his opinion, each portion Hawking got was enough to fill an adult man, and Hawking had already eaten thirty portions, having just gotten up to say he was only 50% full.
"Hawking is very strong, stronger than even Dad. I've long suspected his ability is actually just being able to eat a lot, which is why he's so strong!"
Pietro said, looking at the dumbfounded Colossus with a hint of pride.
Colossus shook his head with a smile:
"Alright, Mr. Yog is going to be very busy today."
And just as Colossus said, the chubby chef, Yog, saw Hawking appear before him again and couldn't help but cover his forehead:
"Kid, do you know? You've almost eaten an entire day's worth of the school's food!"
There were only a few dozen people in the school, many of them children who didn't eat much, and many of the adult women had habits of dieting to maintain their figures.
So the thirty portions Hawking ate were indeed almost enough for the school's usual daily food consumption.
"Isn't that because the food you make, sir, is too delicious? Oh, by the way, is your ability telekinesis, sir?"
Hawking asked curiously, watching all sorts of ingredients behind Yog being automatically washed, cut, and cooked, and the serving spoons in front also moving without human control, automatically dishing out food.
Hearing Hawking praise his delicious food, Yog's expression immediately brightened considerably:
"It's telekinesis, but it's nothing compared to Professor Jean. Even if I develop my ability to its limit, I can only control things weighing a few pounds."
"Thank you. I probably need to eat about thirty more portions to be full. You've worked hard, sir."
Hawking took the plate already filled with food and, before leaving, kindly reminded Yog, making Yog's head instantly swell a size.
There was nothing he could do; he came to the Mutant School specifically because he could eat his fill, so of course, he couldn't be polite.
Mutant abilities are not entirely unique; for example, many Mutants have telepathy, but very few can reach the level of Professor X.
Similarly with telekinesis, Yog, a Level One Mutant, could only control kitchen utensils to assist in cooking even at his peak development.
However, Professor Jean, a Level Five Mutant, could easily levitate cars on a street even as a child.
"It seems I'll have to go on a big shopping trip first thing tomorrow morning!"
Yog calculated that the remaining ingredients in the kitchen would probably only be enough for Hawking alone.
Half an hour later, when all the students in the cafeteria had left, Hawking was finally full. This was the first time he had eaten his fill since his transmigration.
"Don't the Professors usually eat with us?"
On the way back to his room from the cafeteria, Hawking casually asked.
During the entire meal, Professor X, Storm, and Cyclops, the school's Professors, were nowhere to be seen.
Recalling Storm's somewhat solemn expression when they entered the school that afternoon, he felt a faint unease.
"Normally, we all eat in the cafeteria, but I really didn't see them today."
Colossus also showed a puzzled expression.
Hawking's body stiffened at these words:
"Could it be trouble on the very first day of school!"
Shaking his head, he felt he might be overthinking it.
In his conversation with Colossus, he hadn't heard any news about Wolverine Logan at the school. Generally, Wolverine was always present in the various major X-Men events he remembered.
However, vigilance was still necessary. He decided not to undergo extreme training for the next few days and would start after he was thoroughly familiar with the school's situation.
However, shortly after the four of them, including Hawking, left the cafeteria, a burly, bearded man in a leather jacket, smoking a cigar, strode into the cafeteria.
"Hey, Yog, get me some dinner."
"Logan, when did you get back? Is the matter resolved?"
Yog laughed heartily when he saw Logan.
The two were the only two smoking enthusiasts in the entire school and often used to smoke and chat together in the cafeteria.
"Just got back less than three hours ago. The matter isn't resolved; the address Professor gave me had nothing.
I wanted to come back and ask Professor for help to check my mind again, but he left the school for something and even told me to be a babysitter here for a few days!"
Logan pulled out a cigar and threw it to Yog, complaining.
Yog took the cigar and lit it:
"No wonder I haven't seen Professor and the others tonight.
Oh, I'm sorry, you're a bit late. A very hungry new kid came to the school today, and he ate all my ingredients for the next two days."
"Alright, I guess I'll have to check the refrigerator on the second floor. Maybe I can find some snacks to tide me over!"
Logan looked at the spotless kitchen and could only turn and leave helplessly.
Although not eating anything wouldn't affect him, the feeling of hunger would still persist.
Meanwhile, after returning to his room and doing a few hundred pre-sleep warm-up exercises, Hawking showered, changed into pajamas, and sat cross-legged on his bed.
"Since I don't plan on extreme physical training these next few days, I'll spend more time on Ki condensation training."
He extended his middle finger, then concentrated his mind on it. A ball of White energy slowly began to condense, then flickered and disappeared again.
Ki is a term for energy. As long as there is life, even plants, they all contain Ki.
The Turtle Hermit Style's Kamehameha is an energy attack that gathers the Ki within the body and then unleashes super destructive power.
Although Hawking's current body strength couldn't perform a Kamehameha like Goku at thirteen, with Goku's memories, he could still sense the Ki within his body and slowly train it.
Even if he couldn't use Kamehameha later, being able to create a regular Ki blast for now would be good.
When his body was strong enough in the future and his mastery of Ki was more proficient, it wouldn't be impossible to research and develop some Ki-based techniques of his own.
For example, Yamcha's Spirit Ball, Chiaotzu's Dodompa, Tien Shinhan's Solar Flare, and Krillin's Kienzan, etc., as long as he was willing to spend time, he could certainly research them.
"Thump! Thump! Thump!"
Just as Hawking was finally able to maintain a marble-sized Ki blast on his middle finger, there was a sudden knock on the door.
He got up and opened the door to find little Wanda and Pietro, wearing pajamas and holding pillows, standing at the entrance.
"Hawking, we can't sleep. We want to be with you."
It turned out that the siblings, having just arrived in this unfamiliar environment, were a bit scared staying in their own rooms, so they ran to their older brother Hawking, who could give them a sense of security.
"Come in."
Hawking patted their heads and led them inside.
Wanda and Pietro were only ten years old now, which for normal people would be like children in second or third grade. It was normal for them to be a little scared.
After staying a few days and getting used to it here, they would naturally be fine.