"Wait a minute, this doesn't seem to have anything to do with superpowers." Clark suddenly came to his senses and continued:
"Isn't this just another explanation of 'you need to consider the consequences of doing things'?"
"Yes, but I think your parents should have told you countless times that 'you need to consider the consequences of doing things'. Have you listened?"
Clark opened his mouth, with a complicated expression on his face, obviously thinking of some unpleasant experiences. He sighed deeply, and then said: "Yeah, my parents don't know how many
I have emphasized this sentence to me several times, but I..."
"At that time, I just felt that they didn't understand me at all. I felt that they were unwilling to put themselves in my perspective and consider me. They didn't know how much I had sacrificed, and they didn't know that I was also very sad. I felt very wronged, even
I even ran away from home because of this.”
"However, this kind of decision seems to be my own business. I decide whether to pay such a high price based on the harvest, and evaluate the harvest based on the price paid. There seems to be no superpower in it... Then I was struggling before.
What?"
"What do you think your superpower is? Is it your personality?"
"Of course not, I am who I am, I am Clark."
"Or this explanation will satisfy you that your personality is formed by factors such as your education and environment, and superpowers are just a tool you possess."
"You can say that." Clark replied a little uncertainly.
"Then what is the difference between it and other tools? Your father fell in love and married your mother, raised you, educated you, interacted with your neighbors, and got along with them. These things are the same as the grass he often used for farm work.
Does the cross matter?"
Before Clark could answer, Schiller said: "It may have something to do with it. Without that pitchfork, he might not be able to work and have no money to support his family, but that thing definitely can't decide whether he wants to propose to your mother or not."
, isn’t it?”
Clark suddenly laughed, as if he was thinking of some interesting things between his parents. After a while, he took a deep breath, looked at Schiller, and said very sincerely:
"Thanks, Professor, I think it makes me feel better to get it all out and hear your advice."
After exhaling this breath, Clark seemed to suddenly relax. He fell on the bed, rested his head on the soft pillow, put his hands on his chest, and said: "Oh my god, no one knows, I have been terribly sad recently.
.”
He covered his eyes with his arms, and then said: "Everywhere I go, I am worried about meeting people from the track and field club. I am also afraid that members of the track and field club will say bad things about me to my roommates, and I am also worried that I will disappoint the coach by withdrawing from the competition.
And I always feel like a cheating villain..."
"This is very normal. Anyone at this age will have similar worries about interpersonal relationships, life trajectory, etc. This is a stage of personality formation."
As if he suddenly remembered someone, Schiller said: "Even people with much more mature personalities than you will have similar feelings during this period."
Clark seemed to recognize who he was referring to. He glanced at the door and then said: "Are you referring to the two guys just now? Who are they? Why do I feel that they are a bit dangerous?"...
"It's hard to explain to you now. After you have been in contact with them for a while, you will know that these two people will definitely play an important role in your future life."
"Really? You mean I'll be friends with them?"
"In a sense, yes, they will be the people who understand you best and understand you best."
"No way?!" Clark sat up from the bed again, looked at Schiller doubtfully and said, "Don't tell me you have the ability to predict, Professor, I feel a little strange about those two people."
"Of course, this is not necessarily true. Now it seems that the relationship between the two of them is better."
"The relationship... is good? But why do I feel..."
Clark showed a somewhat hesitant expression, and then he lowered his voice and said to Schiller: "First of all, I don't mean to eavesdrop on purpose, but I have a special ability. Anyway, I can know what is happening outside the wall.
"
"I heard the two of them, one of them telling the other about treasures, and that there were secrets underground in the mayor's manor..."
"Underground?" Schiller frowned, but soon he said: "But this has nothing to do with me, I'm going up to sleep."
With that said, he stood up, took the umbrella, and said to Clark before leaving: "At your age, you can stay up all night because of a small problem, but I can't."
"Tonight, I didn't sleep for a total of two hours. If I follow that theory, the price I am willing to pay for a good sleep at this time is beyond anyone's imagination."
After saying that, Schiller left. Clark turned over. He was still thinking about the questions Schiller asked him. Recently, he didn't sleep particularly well, so after thinking about it, he slowly fell into sleep.
.
After Schiller returned to the guest room, he put on his pajamas and prepared to go to bed. Although it was already daytime, it was snowing heavily outside and the weather was gloomy, so it was a good time to sleep.
Just after he changed into his pajamas, as expected, there was a knock on the door of the guest room again. Schiller sighed without surprise, then stood up and opened the door. Lex Luthor appeared outside the door.
"What are you going to do?" Schiller asked directly.
Lex looked at Schiller in silence for a while, and then asked: "Why do you seem to be wary of me all the time?"
"Aren't you worth being wary of?"
"I just don't understand..." Lex kept looking into Schiller's eyes, but he didn't see any emotions worthy of analysis in his eyes, so he could only continue:
"Bruce is your student, and you are more familiar with him, so you prefer him. I can understand it, but why do you trust that person named Clark so much?"
Lex frowned and said, "If it was him who came now, would you let him go to the room first?"
"You seem to have some basis for our judgment that is not factual. What is it?" Lex asked.
Schiller was silenced by his question. He was silent for a while, then moved away and said to Lex, "Come in first and then talk."
Lex walked in, and then he heard Schiller say as he closed the door: "That's... a prejudice that I have a hard time explaining."...
Then, he heard Schiller sigh deeply. After Schiller closed the door, he turned around and said, "What on earth are you going to do?"
"I just want to ask you, have you really lost your memory?" Lex lowered his hands, stood in the middle of the room, and looked at Schiller.
Schiller stood opposite him and nodded. Lex frowned and said, "You really don't remember that you have seen me?"
Schiller's eyes were fascinated. He had to admit that during this period of time, he had not fully learned the previous lessons. He still viewed people in reality through the filter of the original characters.
For example, he has always had a positive attitude towards Bruce and Clark because they were positive characters in the original work, but he has always been wary of Luther.
Although Luther's question just now made him realize this, when Lex said these words, Schiller still felt that he might be brewing some conspiracy.
"You won't say that you saved me before, right?" Schiller looked at Lex and asked.
"On the contrary." Rex's answer surprised Schiller, and Rex continued: "You saved me, and you are here."
"Two years ago, I was still under the control of my father with drugs. At that time, I was very young and could only be at his mercy. In order to monitor me, he and I were inseparable. Even when I came here to attend a banquet, he would always take me with him.
Hold me."
"I don't know what happened in the middle, but after that, Lai Onel took you to my room and said you wanted to treat me. Then you knocked him unconscious and gave me a mysterious liquid to make me
Sanity restored."
"Wait a minute, mysterious liquid? What is that?"
"I don't know." Lionel shook his head and said: "I only remember that for a moment, it made me very painful. I saw a lot of crazy hallucinations, and some hallucinations still appear in my mind until now.
In the dream, it just became more and more dull as time went by, and now it’s almost gone.”
"Can you describe the appearance of that liquid?"
"At that time, you took out a reagent tube, which should be the smallest size. There was some liquid at the bottom and the color could not be seen clearly, but when the lid was opened, I could smell a very strong aroma of wine."
Schiller's frown deepened, and he had to repeatedly ask Lex for confirmation, but Lex's description always only had a few words: he couldn't see the color clearly, and the smell of wine would make him have crazy hallucinations...
"Wine?" Schiller murmured to himself in a low voice, his tone full of doubts: "How could I have had good wine before? It wasn't under the Gotham Cathedral... I've been to Gotham before.
Already?"
"I know that you don't trust me. Even if you put aside your inexplicable prejudice, no one would believe me if I came to a stranger and said that you knew me..."
"No." To Lex's surprise, Schiller denied this. Schiller explained: "The thing you just described is the evidence."
Schiller felt that it was unlikely that Rex had come into contact with the Dionysian factor and used it to make up such a lie. It was even less likely that he had just told a few lies and hit the attributes of the Dionysian factor...
In addition, if this is the reason, then Lex's previous behavior of attacking Benjamin and Bruce has been explained, so what he said is very likely to be true.
"Okay, but since you have lost your memory, I think I need to tell you..."
"As far as I know, you left in a hurry, but you seemed to have left something behind."
"I don't know if this has something to do with the treasure under the manor, but I have already found a way to give the key to Bruce, and he will find the way for us."
"How do you know that he went to explore the path instead of directly taking the treasure?"
Lex shook his head and said: "It's not that simple. That treasure is not the gold coins piled in the treasure chest in fairy tales. It may be dangerous."
"Besides, I don't care if he takes that thing away, I just want to help you get back the things you left behind."
Lex sighed and said, "Leonel wants that treasure because he heard that it can improve people's wisdom, but obviously..."
"Improve wisdom? I don't need it."
"Is it possible? I don't really want to get back my old things." Schiller sat on the bed and sighed.
"You don't seem to care much about your amnesia?" Lex asked very puzzledly: "Don't you want to know what is going on?"
"You know what I want to do more now?"
"...What?" Lex suddenly had a bad premonition. He felt a little cold behind him, so he silently took a step back.
Then, he heard Schiller's slightly sleepy and indifferent voice:
"I just want to sleep now."
This chapter has been completed!