In Gotham, it was a not bright but still warm morning. 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 sullen face and said, "Those damn lazy people in the freshman registration office have asked for leave. You should take their place for a day."
Schiller said: "I'll go right away. This cup of coffee is on you."
"Don't ever think about picking me up again!" Anna yelled. Schiller walked out of the cafe with his coffee in his hand, glanced at the sky that was never sunny in Gotham, and started his fifth day here.
Schiller was a physicist all his life. After the plane crash, he was thrown into this simple city with damn honest folk customs. Fortunately, he was both a hero and a villain. Instead, he was a university teacher with a leisurely and stable job, and it was still his old profession, a professor of physics.
Schiller was driving a car that could catch fish all day when the system in his mind dinged and displayed: "Peter Parker sent a chat request."
As Schiller walked to the reporting office, he replied in his mind: "What's wrong, Peter?"
"Hey! I'm going to Oscorp for an internship tomorrow! You know how great this opportunity is for me! And Gwen... I mean, she's going too, and we're together, which is awesome! We can talk about genome helices and those awesome big machines..."
Schiller said silently in his heart, "This girl will want to discuss this with you, Spider, wake up."
Since coming here, Schiller has obtained an "American comic chat system". The first person he unlocked was Spider-Man Peter Parker. This chatterbox has been talking to him for four and a half days about how he likes Gwen, wants to pursue her, but is afraid of his youth.
While encouraging Peter, Schiller walked to the reporting office, where he sat down to sort out forms, waiting for the new students of this year to report.
But it's strange to say, Schiller has been here for so many days, but he has never seen the bat lights turned on, let alone those villains coming to cause trouble. The life is so comfortable that it seems that the people are really simple and honest.
Soon, students came to report one after another, holding a pile of materials, and all Schiller had to do was register his name and dormitory.
"One!" 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' Dormitory..." Schiller was writing to himself, and suddenly the tip of his pen stopped. He looked up and took a look. The boy had blue eyes and black hair, and was very handsome. Schiller said: "Wayne?"
"Indeed, I am Wayne."
Schiller repeated, "Room 306, Building 2, Men's Dormitory. Didn't you hear me? Take your watch and leave quickly. The people behind are waiting for you."
This time Bruce was stunned. He picked up the form and asked, "Which department are you a professor in?"
"Don't take my class, physics, kid," Schiller said.
Bruce was intrigued by him, but Schiller was helpless and told Batman to just go to college! He asked why there was no bat light!
How could he be so unlucky that he traveled through time and space from Batman University to become a university teacher!
Schiller is fully aware of the danger of the Batman series, especially the 18-year-old Bruce, a hateful playboy!
Bruce didn't say anything. He picked up the form, thanked him, and left. Schiller finished reporting to the new students and was about to go back to the professor's apartment to sleep. Suddenly, he remembered that he had forgotten his keys in the office. When he walked up the stairs to the office, he ran into a tall and thin professor. Schiller said, "Hey, Jonathan, are you here to pick up something too?"
"Yes, you forgot your keys in the office?"
"Oh, that's right. Anna urged me too hastily and I forgot when I left. I'll come back after I get the horse. See you tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow."
At the moment when Schiller and Jonathan passed each other, a chill ran up his spine. Jonathan...Jonathan Klein!
Super criminal Scarecrow!
Jonathan, who had his back to Schiller, didn't see Schiller turning around and staring at him. If he had learned that Batman had just graduated from college, he would have remembered it. The memory of the Scarecrow appeared in his mind - Professor of Science at Gotham University, Doctor of Science and Chemistry, the future Scarecrow who uses fear gas to kill, Jonathan Crane!
Schiller took a deep breath and continued to walk upstairs with a faster pace. Jonathan was still a scarecrow because Bruce was only 18 years old and had not graduated from college, so he had not become Batman yet. Jonathan was also a world-renowned psychologist, but he was only famous in the academic field of "emotional psychology". Schiller was more famous than him now...
Schiller is now a world-class master of criminal psychology and abnormal psychology, a famous psychology researcher, and Gotham's most famous physics professor.
So Jonathan's attitude just now was quite wrong...what's the use! Schiller can develop poison gas! He is a pure liberal arts student, while Jonathan has a PhD in chemistry!
It turns out that if you learn math, physics and chemistry well, you will be afraid of going anywhere...
Schiller knew very well that the bloody curtain was about to open on the big stage of Gotham, but now he was just a powerless scholar, a weakling who had difficulty even moving a chair, a pure intellectual. Not to mention encountering those famous super criminals, even the background boards in the comics, those ruffians, could kill him with just a gun!
And his worry became a reality. The next morning, Schiller, who went to the school's physics clinic to slack off as usual, had just made his coffee when he heard a crisp knock on the door.
"Professor Schiller, may I come in, please?"
Schiller took a deep breath. There really are students coming to this shabby physical examination room? I'm here just to fish, okay? Do you understand paid vacation?
Bruce Wayne is outside the door!
Schiller could only bite his tongue and say: "Please sit down, classmate. What psychological problem do you want to consult?"
"Can we talk if there's no problem?" Wayne spread his hands, his playboy demeanor clearly revealed.
Schiller pushed his glasses and said, "This is a place for students to receive psychological counseling. If you don't have any questions to ask, you can leave."
Schiller swore that his tone was more boring and perfunctory than the airplane broadcast, but Bruce still asked with interest: "Okay, then let me ask a question, what do you think is the meaning of life?"
Schiller took a deep breath and opened the American comic chat system in his mind. He remembered that he had obtained a random chat opportunity because he had previously guided Peter Parker's emotional problems. He quickly wrote in his mind:
"A little kid whose mother died and who swore to take revenge on all criminals, disguised himself as a playboy, now asks me what the meaning of life is. I want him to bother me in the future. How should I answer him? Waiting online urgently."
Soon, a reply appeared: "I am a teacher. Regarding your question, I think you should remain patient and provide counseling to this unfortunate child from two aspects..."
Schiller looked at the name in the dialog box: Charles Xavier! Professor X!
Strangely enough, the founder and president of X Academy is indeed an old hand at the profession.
But Schiller noticed that Charles's avatar was clickable. He clicked on Charles's avatar in his mind, and a dialog box popped up: "During the first chat, you can randomly copy an ability (low-level) of the chat partner. Do you want to copy it?"
Schiller clicked "Yes" without hesitation.
"뀞Inspiration (low level) has been loaded."
Schiller felt his eyes blurry for a while, and suddenly countless noises came, and countless unfamiliar emotions rushed into his mind, making him unable to distinguish. After adapting for a while, Schiller discovered that he had indeed acquired some of Professor X's abilities.
Inspiration should be Charles's specialty, and with the help of the brain wave amplifier, he can even brainwash all mankind, but Schiller only got an extremely weakened version. He could only vaguely feel the other person's emotions and some thoughts that suddenly flashed through his mind, and could not read them directly and clearly.
But this was enough. Schiller focused his attention on Bruce and found that his emotions were very chaotic. Yes, he was not as cynical as he appeared.
According to Batman's life experience, he should have just returned from traveling around the world to study, and he entered the university just to disguise his identity as Bruce. The real Batman already hates this boring daily life so much, and every drop of his blood is crying out for "revenge" and "revenge on those criminals."
In Bruce's eyes, the professor opposite him seemed to have suddenly fallen into a state of quiet thought. Schiller had a pair of slightly special gray eyes. When Bruce was stared at by these eyes, his keen intuition began to sound the alarm - he seemed to be spied on and seen through.
Then, Schiller said: "Maybe 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 don't bother me again, then I am willing to give you this answer."
"Oh? What is it?"
"Revenge." Schiller stared into Bruce's eyes and said, looking at Bruce's suddenly gloomy face, he stared at him and repeated: "The meaning of life is revenge."
Regardless of Bruce's face, which was as gloomy as the Gotham sky, Schiller said, "Are you satisfied, Mr. Wayne?"