"When was the last time you studied math?"
"University."
"Since now..."
"It's not important. What's important is that my math score is not good."
In the tower of thinking, in the study next to Greedy's bedroom, Schiller stretched out a hand and said: "You don't think I'm the kind of outstanding graduate who gets perfect marks in every subject, do you?"
Batman, who was pacing in the open space behind the desk, stopped, turned sideways and looked at Greedy and said, "Aren't you?"
"Of course I'm not, I'm not a comprehensive genius like you." Schiller shook his head and said, "In other words, I'm not a genius. I'm not good at calculations, and I've hardly made any inventions."
"In fact, except for psychology, my grades in many subjects are very poor." Schiller admitted this without hesitation.
"Then how did you get your degree?" Batman asked.
"I hypnotized all the college professors."
"A genius is also an outlaw." Batman then commented.
"But it's a pity that Batman, who is so arrogant about that world, has not thought of becoming an outlaw for four years."
"The teacher in charge of papers at Gotham University is over 70 years old. He doesn't even need hypnosis. He can walk in and get it without anyone noticing."
"This is basic shame." Batman sat across from Schiller's desk. Schiller shrugged and said, "Young and frivolous, I haven't told you how crazy I was when I studied abroad..."
"Okay, look here, you should still remember the basic function knowledge, right?"
"Of course, I can do this."
Greedy confidently took a book from Batman, glanced at it, and found that the questions on it were very simple. Greedy snorted with disdain, picked up a pen and wrote down a few numbers at random.
Batman watched the tip of the pen draw an arc smoothly on the paper. When Greed stopped writing, he took the paper over and found that there was no process for each question, but the results were completely correct.
"Any scholar who reaches the pinnacle of a certain subject will not have IQ problems. Understanding and memory are the same." Greedy said.
Batman nodded and said: "Very good, then, look at this."
Batman handed over another piece of paper, and Greedy was stunned when he took it. What was written on the paper, a high EQ said the composition has a modernist beauty, and a low EQ said it was different from the ghost painting.
It's true that the ghost painting talisman is not that complicated.
Batman said lightly: "Next, let's take a look at the basic equations that introduce the transition probability vector and transition probability matrix in the Markov chain model..."
"Stop!" Greedy shouted directly. He pointed with one finger at the ghostly drawing on the piece of paper in the middle of the table and said, "What does this have to do with the function just now?!"
Batman looked at Schiller with some helplessness and said: "They are all mathematical models. The function you just got is a parametric model, and I am following this part to talk about the Markov chain model. Okay, let's do it.
Take a look at the regular chain in the Markov chain model..."
"Wait a minute!" Greedy shouted. He picked up the piece of paper with simple function questions written on it, and then picked up the piece of paper with ghost symbols on it, placed it in front of Batman, and said: "Tell me
,are they two consecutive classes?”
"Not continuous, but related."
Batman's tone seemed a little impatient, and he himself was not a person who had the patience to explain, especially when it came to communicating with people, with the impatience unique to mental patients.
He reluctantly explained: "If you can understand the function, you can understand the model I talked about. Their principles are common and very simple..."
Just as Greed was about to speak, Batman interrupted him impatiently and said, "If you listened carefully from just now, then we have even finished talking about the absorption chain. It's just a matter of a few sentences. You can't listen quietly."
Are you here?"
"But the problem is I don't understand."
"But can't you understand functions?"
"But what do functions have to do with this?"
"I told you, they are all mathematical models!"
"But they are so far apart."
"Not continuous, but related!"
"Then you can't continue?!"
"But this is the basics!"
Batman and Greedy stare at each other.
"Can I stop studying?"
"No, you can't."
"Why?!"
"Because if you reach the pinnacle in psychology and have no problem with your intelligence and understanding, but I can't even teach you the simplest mathematical analysis method, it will appear that it is me who has the problem!"
"Can I skip class?"
"no."
"Why?"
"I can lock the door as fast as you!"
"Oh my God!" Greed shouted: "You are indeed the one sent by the arrogant little guy to torture me! Get out of here, you are polluting my brain!"
After Greed finished speaking, he stood up and walked towards the door. As he walked, he said: "This is my thinking tower. I want to go out. Can you stop me?"
After saying that, he walked to the door without looking back. Suddenly, he heard a rustling sound. Greedy lowered his head and looked in the direction of the sound, and then discovered a thin layer of black liquid.
It covered the floor and spread towards his feet.
Greedy gasped in horror. He turned to look at Batman. In an instant, the whole room was completely enveloped by the black tide. Greedy said in shock: "Illness actually let you bring the power in?!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Greedy turned around quickly and strode to the door. But the second before he grabbed the door handle, the crest of the black tide wrapped around his waist, brought him back to the desk, and pressed
In front of the table.
"Batman!!!" Greed roared.
With a "swish", the black tide disappeared. Batman sat down again on the opposite side of the table and said: "This is not my power, it is still yours, but because our souls have been synchronized, I can also do it."
Call upon some of the power of arrogance.”
"What on earth do you want to do?!" Greedy wailed: "Didn't I just kill you and Arrogance once? Are you so vindictive?!"
"I'm not holding a grudge, but it's impossible for me not to be able to teach you, because I'm Batman."
Batman calmly took out a pen again, pointed at the ghost drawing talisman on the paper and said:
"Okay, the formula of the regular chain is here. Let's take a look at the application of the program. By drawing the state transition diagram, we can determine the state type in the Markov chain..."
"Help!!!!"
In the Alliance of Radiance's dream base, Stark held a document in his hand and was reading it carefully. After a while, he put down the document in his hand, looked at Charles opposite and said, "So, it's not really a big problem?"
Charles nodded and said: "With Schiller's permission, I conducted a very limited, controllable, and in no way privacy-related tracking of his brain waves. This time, the abnormal fluctuations in brain waves may be caused by
It was caused by the rise of different personalities in that tower."
"Because I haven't conducted this kind of monitoring before, I didn't observe any abnormalities. To put it simply, he may have this kind of fluctuation every time he switches personality traits in the future. It's not a big problem."
Stark nodded, but his frowning eyebrows did not relax. Charles leaned back and said in a gentle tone: "Actually, I don't think you need to create a tense atmosphere and keep blocking.
Holding Schiller and not letting him do anything is not an option."
Charles sighed, took the tea cup from the table next to him, blew it gently, and then said: "When I was young, I wanted to keep an eye on Eric, for fear that if he left my sight for a moment, he would be gone.
Poke a hole, you know, that's quite possible."
"Of course, from the current point of view, Eric is not the strongest, but you also know that in our time there were not so many superheroes, nor were they so famous. Eric can be called a humanoid nuclear bomb. I think I
We must keep a close eye on him, for his own good and for the good of the world."
"But later, I found that this tense atmosphere actually aggravated anxiety. Although I never told Eric that you might be a destructive maniac, my actions undoubtedly showed this."
"I looked at him closely, as if I were looking at a criminal. But at that time, he was actually not that extreme."
Charles shook his head and said: "So I have always felt that I am also responsible for his unhappy life for so many years. As his best friend, I actually treated him like a criminal. This will have a bad impact on a person."
The impact is immeasurable.”
Stark curled his lips and said: "You don't have to feel guilty now, Magneto has no time to care about you."
Charles laughed softly, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes formed ravines, telling his happiness. He pursed his lips and said: "He is extremely opposed to Jarvis and Wanda. Lorna said that he has been
A handful of hair is falling out, and maybe it won’t be long before he has the same hair style as me.”
Stark couldn't hold back his laughter, but soon he remembered the sad thing again and said, "I'm also worried about Jarvis. From a human perspective, he is a newborn baby and it is difficult to deal with emotions.
Immature, I don’t know if he can handle his emotional affairs well, if what happens between him and Wanda affects the relationship between ordinary people and mutants..."
"You've been particularly good at worrying about things lately." Strange walked into the hall of the Alliance of Radiance's Dream Base and said, "Although I agree that we should pay more attention to Schiller's condition and prevent him from going crazy, we really can't
Excessively restricting his personal freedom."
"From his own point of view, it will make him very painful. From the perspective of human society, it is simply an extremely shameful waste to leave such a precious genius in a mental hospital."
Stark took another look at the data provided to him by Charles, sat there and thought for a moment, nodded and said: "Okay, you have to know how much pressure I face, I have to be cautious, for the sake of Xi
Le, and for the future of all mankind."
Charles reached out and patted him on the shoulder to express his support, and soon they discussed the next plan and then broke up the meeting.
With a "click", Stark walked out of the special life-sustaining suit, moved his shoulders and neck, stood there for a moment, hesitated, and pursed his lips as if he had made an important decision.
.
Suddenly, he heard a series of extremely rapid footsteps coming from the door. When Stark turned around, he saw Schiller who almost stopped the car at the door.
"Oh, Schiller, you're here. I just wanted to tell you that I made a fuss before. We definitely didn't want to restrict your freedom... Should I ask Pepper to call a car to take you back to the nursing home?"
"No! Wait!" Schiller stretched out a hand to stop Stark from holding the phone. He rushed to Stark with flying steps, held his shoulders with both hands, and looked at him with a sincere look.
Stark said:
"I'm mentally ill!! Take me to the hospital quickly, do you hear me? I'm sick and I want to be hospitalized!!!!"
"Wait a minute, what's wrong with you?" Stark looked at Schiller in surprise and asked.
"Batman! He made me learn that damn math!!!!"
"What happened to the math? ...Oh, I mean, who is Batman?"
"Another retard!"
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