It was a not bright but warm morning in Gotham City. Schiller put down the coffee cup in his hand and heard the sound of his colleague Anna's high heels. After a while, a blond American sweetheart came in with a dark face and said: "Freshman"
Those damn slackers in the reporting office have asked for leave, so you can take over for the day."
Schiller said: "Here you go, please buy this cup of coffee."
"You'll never get a chance to pick me up again!" Anna roared angrily. Schiller happily walked out of the cafe with his coffee, looked at the never-sunny sky in Gotham City, and started his fifth day here.
Schiller was a psychologist in his previous life. After the plane crash, he was thrown into this city with damn simple folk customs. Fortunately, he is neither a hero nor a villain, but a leisurely and stable university teacher. It is still his old profession, psychology.
professor.
Schiller was happily catching fish for another day when the system in his mind "dinged" and displayed: "Peter Parker sent a chat request."
As Schiller walked to the reporting area, he replied in his mind: "What's wrong? Peter?"
"Hey! I'm going to intern at Osborne Corporation tomorrow! You don't know how rare this opportunity is for me! And Gwen... I mean, she's going too, and we're together, which is awesome! We can
Let’s talk about genomic spirochetes, those awesome big machines…”
Schiller said silently in his heart, no girl would want to discuss this with you, little spider, please wake up.
Since arriving here, Schiller has obtained a "American Comic Chat System". The first person he unlocked was Peter Parker, the little spider. This chatty chatterbox has been chatting with him for four and a half days about how he likes Gwen.
, the journey of a teenager who wants to pursue her but doesn’t dare.
Schiller encouraged Peter and walked to the reporting office. He sat down and sorted out the forms, waiting for this year's freshmen to report.
But it's strange to say that Schiller has been here for so many days and has never seen the bat light turn on, let alone those villains to cause trouble. The people who live a comfortable life seem to be really simple.
Soon, students came one after another with a pile of materials, and all Schiller had to do was register his name and dormitory.
"Next!" Schiller shouted without raising his head. There was already a whole line in front of him. A boy sat down. Schiller asked: "Name?"
"Bruce Wayne."
"Bruce...Room 306, Building 2, Boys' Apartment..." Schiller was writing on his own. Suddenly, the tip of his pen paused. He looked up calmly and took a look. This boy had blue eyes and black hair, and was very handsome. Schiller said: "
Wayne?"
"Indeed, I am Wayne."
Schiller repeated: "Room 306, Building 2, Boys' Apartment, didn't you hear clearly? Take your watch and leave quickly, the people behind are waiting for you."
This time it was Bruce's turn to be stunned. He picked up the form and asked, "Which department are you a professor in?"
"Psychology, don't take my class, kid," Schiller said.
Bruce was interested in him, but Schiller was helpless. Batman had just gone to college! He said why there was no bat light!
Why is he so memorized? When Batman went to college, he time-traveled and became a college teacher!
He swore that he did not want to participate in the bloody life of Gotham City at all. He just wanted to wait and die in the establishment position and fish with pay.
Schiller is fully aware of the dangers of the Batman series, and he doesn't want to have anything to do with Bruce, especially now this 18-year-old brat Bruce, a hateful playboy!
So Schiller was very cold and warned Bruce not to come to his class. He didn't want to hear the clown's familiar voice appear on the school radio one day.
But it was this attitude that aroused Bruce's interest. He was Wayne! The richest man in Gotham City! No one would not look at him differently.
But Bruce didn't say anything. He picked up the form, said thank you and left. Schiller finished handling the freshmen's reporting work and was about to go back to the professor's apartment to sleep. Suddenly he remembered that he forgot his key in the office. When he went up the office stairs,
, met a tall and thin professor head-on, Schiller said: "Hey, Jonathan, are you here to get something too?"
"Yes, you forgot your key in the office again?"
"Oh, that's right. Anna rushed me too quickly today and forgot when she left. I'll come down as soon as I get it. See you tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow."
The moment Schiller and Jonathan crossed paths, a cold chill crept up his back, Jonathan...Jonathan Crane!
Super criminal scarecrow!
Jonathan, who had his back turned to Schiller, didn't see Schiller looking back and staring at him. If he hadn't learned that Batman had just entered college today, he wouldn't have been able to remember. The memory of Scarecrow appeared in his mind - Gotham University Psychology
Professor of Science, Ph.D. in Psychology and Chemistry, scarecrow of the future who uses fear gas to massacre, Jonathan Crane!
Schiller took a deep breath and continued to go upstairs at the same pace. Jonathan is not Scarecrow yet, because Bruce is only 18 years old, has not graduated from college, and has not yet become Batman. Jonathan is not famous in the world now.
A senior psychologist, he is only slightly famous in the academic field of "emotional psychology". Schiller is now more famous than him...
Schiller is now a world-class master of criminal psychology and abnormal psychology, a famous psychological researcher, and the most famous psychology professor in Gotham.
So Jonathan's attitude just now was quite good... What's the use! Schiller doesn't know how to develop poison gas! He is a pure liberal arts student, and Jonathan is still a Ph.D. in chemistry!
As expected, if you learn mathematics, physics and chemistry well, you will not be afraid of traveling all over the world...
Schiller knew very well that the bloody curtain was about to open on Gotham City's big stage, but now he was just a helpless scholar, a weakling who could hardly move a chair, a pure intellectual talent
, not to mention meeting these famous super criminals, they are just the background in the comics, those gangsters can kill him with just a gun!
And his worries turned into reality. Early the next morning, Schiller went to the school psychology clinic to work as usual. He had just made coffee when he heard a clear knock on the door.
"Professor Schiller, may I come in?"
Schiller took a deep breath, are there really students in this shabby psychological clinic? I'm just here for fishing, okay? Do you understand that you get paid leave?
Outside the door is Bruce Wayne!
Schiller could only grit his teeth and say: "Please sit down, classmate. Do you have any psychological problems that you would like to consult?"
"Can't we come and chat if we don't have any problems?" Wayne spread his hands, his playboy demeanor clearly revealed.
Schiller pushed up his glasses, resisting the urge to beat this bastard to death, and tried his best to appear old-fashioned and boring to avoid arousing the protagonist's interest. He said: "This is a place for psychological counseling for students. If you don't have one,
If you want to ask questions, you can leave."
Schiller swore that his words were so boring that they were more perfunctory than an airplane broadcast, but Bruce still asked with interest: "Okay, let me ask a question, what do you think the meaning of life is?"
Schiller took a deep breath, feeling that he could not go on like this.
Tian Jian is pitiful, he is not the protagonist, he does not have the aura of an immortal protagonist, and mixed with Batman, he will not survive three episodes.
He quickly opened the American comic chat system in his mind. He remembered that he had received a random chat opportunity because he had guided Peter Parker's emotional problems before. He quickly wrote in his mind:
"A little kid whose parents have died, who vowed to take revenge on all criminals, but still disguises himself as a playboy, now comes to ask me what the meaning of life is. I want him not to bother me in the future. How should I answer?
He's very anxious to wait online."
Soon, a reply appeared: "I am a teacher. Regarding your question, I think you should maintain sufficient patience and provide psychological counseling to this unfortunate child from two aspects..."
Schiller wailed in his heart, what kind of holy mother is coming here! This is Batman! Can I say "You want to be more open"?
Schiller looked at the name in the dialog box, Charles Xavier! Professor X!
No wonder, the founder and principal of X College are indeed old in their profession.
But Schiller, who paid attention to the avatar, found that Charles' avatar was clickable. He clicked on Charles' avatar in his mind, and a dialog box popped up: "In the first chat, you can randomly copy an ability (low-level) of the chat partner. Do you want to copy?"
"
Schiller clicked "Yes" without knowing why.
"Telepathy (low level) loaded."
Schiller felt his eyes blurred for a while, and suddenly there were countless noises, and countless unfamiliar emotions rushed into his mind, making it difficult for him to distinguish. After a while, Schiller realized that he had indeed obtained part of Professor X's abilities.
.
Telepathy is Charles' special skill. When combined with a brainwave amplifier, it can even brainwash all mankind. However, Schiller obtained only an extremely weakened version. He could only vaguely feel the other party's emotions, and some things that suddenly flashed in his mind.
Thoughts cannot be read directly and clearly.
But this was enough. Schiller focused on Bruce and found that his emotions were very complicated now. Yes, it was not that he was as cynical as he showed.
According to Batman's life experience, he should have just returned from studying in various countries. He probably entered college just to disguise himself as Bruce. The real Batman already hates this boring daily life, and every drop of his blood is in it.
Shouting "revenge", "revenge on those criminals".
In Bruce's eyes, the professor opposite seemed to have suddenly fallen into a kind of quiet thinking. Schiller had a pair of slightly special gray eyes. When Bruce was stared at by these eyes, his keen intuition began to call the police - he
It seems like someone is spying on me and seeing through me.
Then, Schiller said: "Perhaps you have been waiting for someone to give you this answer, a positive answer. If you will have more things to do after getting this answer and stop bothering me, then I am willing to give you this answer."
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"Oh? What is it?"
"Revenge." Schiller stared into Bruce's eyes and said. Under Bruce's suddenly gloomy expression, he stared straight at him and repeated again: "The meaning of life is revenge."
Ignoring Bruce's face, which was as gloomy as the Gotham sky, Schiller said, "Are you satisfied? Mr. Wayne?"
