The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

In Gotham City, on a gloomy but warm morning, Schiller put down the coffee cup in his hand and heard the sound of his colleague Anna's high-heeled shoes. After a while, a blond American sweetheart came in with a dark face and said, "Freshman Those damned slackers in the reporting office have asked for leave, so go and replace them for a day."

Schiller said, "Here we go, this cup of coffee is yours."

"You'll never get me again!" Anna roared, and Schiller walked out of the coffee shop happily with his coffee, looked at the never-clear 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 to this damned simple city. Fortunately, he is neither a hero nor a villain. Instead, he is a leisurely and stable university teacher. His old profession is psychology. professor.

Schiller was happily catching fish for another day. The system in his mind "ding dong" and displayed: "Peter Parker sent a chat request."

As Schiller walked towards the reporting office, he replied in his mind: "What's wrong, Peter?"

"Hey! I'm going to Osborne for an internship tomorrow! You have no idea what an opportunity this is for me! And Gwen... I mean, she's going too, and we're together, it's awesome! We can Let's talk about the helix genome, those awesome big machines..."

Schiller said silently in his heart, no girl wants to discuss this with you, sober up, little spider.

Since coming here, Schiller has obtained a "beautiful man chat system". The first person he unlocked was the little spider Peter Parker. This chatterbox has been talking to him for four and a half days about how he likes Gwen , The mental journey of teenagers who want to pursue her but dare not.

While encouraging Peter, Schiller walked to the report office. He sat down and sorted out the forms, waiting for the freshmen of this year to report.

But it's strange to say that Schiller has been here for so many days, and he has never seen the bat lights on, and there are no villains to make troubles. The comfortable life seems to be really simple.

Soon, students came to report one after another, holding a pile of materials, and all Schiller had to do was to register their names and dormitories.

"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 wrote on his own, and suddenly the tip of the pen paused, and he looked up calmly. This boy has blue eyes and black hair, very handsome, Schiller said: " Wayne?"

"Indeed, I am Wayne."

Schiller repeated: "Room 306, Building 2, Boys' Apartment, don't you hear me clearly? Take your watch and leave quickly, the people behind are waiting for you."

Now it was Bruce's turn to be stunned. He picked up the form and asked, "Which department are you a professor?"

"Psychology, don't take my class, boy," Schiller said.

Bruce was intrigued by him, but Schiller was helpless, co-authoring Batman just started college! He said why there is no bat light!

Why is he so ignorant, when Batman goes to college, he transmigrates to become a college teacher!

Schiller has a pretty good sense of how dangerous the Batman series can be, especially now that the 18-year-old kid Bruce, a hateful playboy!

Bruce didn't say anything, he picked up the form, thanked him, and left. Schiller finished handling the freshmen's report work and was about to go back to the professor's apartment to sleep when he suddenly remembered that he had forgotten the key in the office. When he went up the stairs of the office, he met Running into a tall, lanky professor, Schiller said, "Hey, Jonathan, are you coming to get something too?"

"Yes, you forgot your key in the office again?"

"Oh, that's right, Anna rushed me too fast today, so I forgot when I left. I'll come down immediately after I take it, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

The moment Schiller and Jonathan crossed their bodies, a cold chill climbed up his back, Jonathan... Jonathan Klein!

Super Criminal Scarecrow!

Jonathan, who had his back turned to Schiller, didn't see Schiller staring back at him. If he hadn't learned that Batman had just entered college today, he wouldn't have remembered it. A memory of the Scarecrow appeared in his mind——Gotham University Psychology Jonathan Klein, professor of psychology, doctor of psychology and chemistry, scarecrow who will use fear gas to kill in the future!

Schiller took a deep breath, and continued to go upstairs with the same pace. Now Jonathan is not a scarecrow, because Bruce is only 18 years old and has not graduated from college, so he has not yet become Batman. Jonathan is not famous in the world now. A top psychologist who is only well-known 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 psychologist, and the most famous professor of psychology in Gotham.

So Jonathan's attitude was quite good just now... What's the use of that! Schiller doesn't know how to develop poisonous gas! He's a pure liberal arts student, and Jonathan has a Ph.D. in chemistry!

Sure enough, if you learn mathematics, physics and chemistry well, you will not be afraid to travel all over the world...

Schiller is very clear that the bloody curtain is about to be drawn on the big stage of Gotham City, but now he is just a scholar with no strength, a weak chicken who struggles to move a chair, a pure knowledge talent , Let alone encountering these super criminals with names and surnames, they are the background boards in the comics, those local hooligans, they can kill him with just a gun!

And his worry became a reality. Early the next morning, Schiller, who went to the school's psychology clinic to catch fish as usual, had just made coffee when he heard a crisp knock on the door.

"Professor Schiller, may I come in?"

Schiller took a deep breath, there are really students coming to this shabby psychological clinic? I'm here purely for fishing, okay? Do you understand paid vacation?

Outside the door is Bruce Wayne!

Schiller could only grit his teeth and say, "Please sit down, classmate, do you have any psychological problems for consultation?"

"Can't we come and have a chat if we don't have any questions?" Wayne spread his hands, showing his playboy demeanor.

Schiller pushed his glasses and said, "This is a place for psychological counseling for students. If you have no questions to consult, then you can leave."

Schiller swore that his tone of voice was so boring that it was more perfunctory than an airplane broadcast, but Bruce still asked with great 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 man chat system in his mind. He remembered that he got a random chat opportunity because he had previously guided Peter Parker's relationship problems. He quickly wrote in his mind:

"A brat whose parents died and vowed to avenge all criminals, but still disguises himself as a playboy, now asks me what the meaning of life is, and I want him not to bother me in the future, how should I answer Him? It's very urgent to wait online."

Soon, a reply appeared: "I am a teacher. Regarding your problem, I think you should maintain full patience and give this unfortunate child psychological counseling from two aspects..."

Schiller looked at the dialog name, Charles Xavier! Professor X!

No wonder, the founder and principal of X Academy is indeed a veteran.

But Schiller, who pays attention to the avatar, found that Charles' avatar can be clicked. He clicked on Charles' avatar in his mind, and a dialog box popped up: "You can randomly copy a chat partner's ability (low-level) in the first chat, do you want to copy it? "

Schiller clicked "Yes" without knowing it.

"Telepathy (low level) loaded."

Schiller felt a blur in front of his eyes, and suddenly there were countless noises, and countless strange emotions rushed into his mind, which made him unable to distinguish. After adapting for a while, Schiller realized that he had indeed obtained part of Professor X's ability .

Telepathy is Charles' housekeeping skill. With the brain wave amplifier, it can even brainwash all human beings, but Schiller's acquisition is only an extremely weakened version. He can only vaguely feel the other party's emotions, and some things that suddenly flashed in his heart. Thoughts cannot be read directly and clearly.

But that's enough, Schiller focused on Bruce, and found that his current emotions were very mixed, yes, it wasn't that he was so cynical.

According to Batman's life experience, he should have just returned from studying in various countries, and he should have entered university only to disguise Bruce's identity. The real Batman already hated this boring daily life so much, every drop of his blood was in it. Shouting "revenge" and "revenge on those criminals".

In Bruce's eyes, the professor on the opposite side seemed to suddenly fall 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 to be being spied on and seen through.

Then, Schiller said: "Maybe you have been waiting for someone to give you this answer, an affirmative answer, and if you have more things to do after you get this answer and don't bother me anymore, then I am willing to give you this answer. "

"Oh? What is it?"

"Vengeance," Schiller said, looking into Bruce's eyes, and he repeated, looking straight at him under Bruce's suddenly gloomy expression: "The meaning of life is revenge."

Regardless of Bruce's gloomy face like the Gotham sky, Schiller said, "Are you satisfied, Mr. Wayne?"