The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

In Gotham City, it was not a bright but warm morning. Schiller put down the coffee cup in his hand and heard the footsteps of his colleague Anna's high heels. After a while, a blond American sweetheart walked in and knocked The baffle on Schiller's desk, saying: "The gang of slackers at the freshman registration office have asked for leave, you go..."

"I dont go."

Schiller replied without raising his head, if such a scene happened a year ago, then Schiller might still be just an ordinary university professor in Gotham, instead of writing a thesis on the surface as he is now. Under the several sheets of paper are the industrial plan of the Green Lantern Corps and the planning of the fog crystal industry.

Anna rolled her eyes and said, "You have the fewest classes this week, who else will you go to?"

Suddenly, Schiller recovered from the messy work, he turned his head and glanced at the calendar next to him, and said, "It's January, it should be the start of the spring semester, there should be no spring registration at Gotham University Are you professional?"

"Who said that?" Anna walked to Schiller's seat, folded her arms and said, "You forgot, the previous principal, Seldon, was a liberal arts student. He set up literature and philosophy majors at Gotham University, but just after he resigned." Before, these two majors have passed the review, and the school start time is set in the spring.”

"Oh, yes, he probably forgot to tell you that the psychology major has also been transferred to the School of Humanities, so the major you teach will also start in the spring."

Schiller narrowed his eyes. He recalled that American universities are slightly different from Chinese universities. Many universities in the United States are divided into three semesters a year, which start in January, May and August. New students will arrive in January and August in the fall.

However, Gotham University is closer to China University. Although it is also three semesters, the registration month for freshmen is only August, and no one comes for the spring report.

The reason is that there are relatively few colleges in Gotham University and the management is relatively chaotic. For convenience, some administrators of the school have classified all majors into autumn reports.

Before that, when the headmaster named Seldon came, he drastically reformed the administrative management system, creating three more colleges abruptly, and now all three colleges have been changed to spring reports.

With Schiller working hard, the deep winter in Gotham has passed, and now it is January when the temperature has just picked up, and the spring report of Gotham University has also begun.

Putting down the pen and moving his stiff shoulders, Schiller felt that it would be good to go to the freshman registration office for a long time. Recently, his mind has been almost filled with those messy numbers.

Schiller stood up and wanted to leave. Suddenly, the lights in the room flickered twice, and with a click, the light bulb hanging in the center of the room turned off.

At this time, the day is still relatively short, and it is still necessary to turn on the lamp in the early morning to read the words on the book clearly, but now the light bulb is not on, and the room is dark.

Anna raised her head and glanced at the light bulb, but she didn't show any surprise. She said, "You haven't had morning classes in the past few days, and you haven't been there in the morning and evening, so I don't know. Two hours while repeated power outages knocked out most of the old light bulbs."

"So what?" Schiller asked.

"What can we do? Let's make do with it." Anna walked back to her seat and sat down, skillfully took out a flashlight from the side, turned it on, and shone it on Schiller, and said, "Now Gotham University is the only one on the East Coast. A school without a principal, who do you expect to take care of it?"

Schiller shook his head and looked up at the room again. The office he has stayed in for the longest time since he came to Gotham is actually very old.

I can’t talk about the decoration style here, because most of the furniture has been replaced several times, and the white wall baseboards and ceiling are damaged to varying degrees. Already half new and not old.

Schiller isn't very fond of overly modern things, but that doesn't mean he likes to use old things, especially if they're so old that they're starting to impede usage.

Sighing, Schiller took his things, left the office, and walked towards the freshman reporting office.

When he came to the freshman registration office, he found that there was also a power outage here, and what was even more tragic was that there was no floor-to-ceiling windows in the office, and the lighting was even worse. It was pitch black at this time.

That's fine, Schiller thought, when the group of freshmen came, they would immediately know what a wrong decision they had made.

In the rest of their college career, they don't want to go to parties happily or mess with men and women. There are no student activity rooms or party rooms here. The only rooms with independent generators are Victor's cryogenic laboratory and library.

In the dark, Schiller moved a chair and sat down. Soon, students came in one after another. Basically, when everyone came in, they would instinctively pause and back away when they saw someone sitting in the dark room. Go out and look at the number plate of the room, and then walk in carefully.

Schiller was still writing with his head down. Suddenly, he heard the sound of heels of leather shoes approaching from far to near. He looked very calm and did not panic. He felt a figure approaching the table. Schiller picked up the pen without raising his head. asked: "Name?"

"Lex Luthor."

"Lex...Room 403, Building 2, Boys' Apartment..." Schiller wrote subconsciously. Suddenly, he stopped his pen and looked up. Sure enough, it was the red-haired Lex who appeared in the darkness.

"Lex?" Schiller looked up at him, then looked down at the form in his hand, and said, "Don't tell me, you applied for Gotham University?"

"Actually, I didn't apply for Gotham University. I'm not yet old enough to go to college, but I donated a lot of money, so..."

Schiller took off his glasses, rubbed his eyebrows, and said, "Can I ask you about your thinking? Have you ever visited your local Metropolitan University?"

"Of course I visited. Just before I came to report, I went to Metropolitan University, found Clark who was studying journalism, and made him make a big fool of myself in front of my classmates."

"Since you have already been to the Metropolitan University, you should leave without looking back on the way from the gate of Gotham University. What gave you the courage to come here?"

The teaching level and hardware facilities of Metropolitan University and Gotham University cannot be said to be the same, but worlds apart.

"Of course it's you, professor. To tell you the truth, what happened at the Metropolitan Mayor's Mansion and your performance made me interested in the subject of psychology. Among the entire East Coast University, I can find The academic level is trustworthy, only you."

"Thank you for your compliment." Schiller turned a page of the form in his hand, and said, "You are much more likable than Wayne who just came to report, but I still want to say, you'd better go back to the Metropolis, here Not where you should be."

Lex didn't listen at all. He shrugged and said, "Is there any place I can't go? No."

"Where Wayne can come, of course I can too. I'm no worse than him."

"Seriously, Professor, how is his academic performance? He should be the first in the grade, right? It doesn't matter, I will break his record soon."

Just as Schiller was about to continue talking, Lex picked up his suitcase, Schiller looked at his movements, and said, "Don't tell me, you didn't even bring a security guard and housekeeper, and you plan to live in a student dormitory. "

Lex nodded, and carried the suitcase over with some difficulty. His figure was so thin that the originally small suitcase seemed very heavy.

Schiller shook his head, looked up at the light bulb that had been turned off, and said, "You will pay for your self-confidence today. Those who don't belong to Gotham will eventually leave."

Lex didn't understand Schiller's fatalistic words, he just carried his suitcase and left.

On his way through the teaching buildings and squares of Gotham University, it was already full light, but the power had not been restored, so after Lex entered the dormitory building, it was still dark.

What's even more frightening is that the dormitory building at Gotham University has 6 floors, and Lex lives on the 4th floor, and there is no elevator in this building.

In other words, Lex must carry his heavy suitcase and climb up to the 4th floor alone.

In fact, this is not difficult for any college student with a normal physique. Although it will be more or less tiring, it is not to the point of being unable to persevere, but it is not the case for Lex.

As he said before, he has not yet reached the age of college, he is three years younger than the current Bruce, and has just turned 16 this year, and because of Lionel's control of him and excessive drug use, As a result, his health was very bad and his physical strength was very poor.

Therefore, it was very difficult for him to drag the suitcase up the stairs. He had to change his posture after walking two steps, and he did not rely on moving, but dragged hard. The suitcase hit the edge of the steps, making a "bang bang" sound ring.

After dragging the suitcase up one floor, Lex couldn't move at all, he could only lean against the stairwell to rest panting, and began to regret why he didn't bring the housekeeper and security over.

At this moment, a tall figure came up and saw a person in the stairwell. He was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Are you a freshman this year? What's wrong with you? Do you need help?"

"I..." Lex swallowed, pointed to his suitcase, and said, "It's too heavy, I can't move it, but my bedroom is on the fourth floor..."

"Oh, that's it, it's okay, I'll help you move it." The tall figure came out from the darkness, and when he came to the stairwell, Lex saw clearly that it was a boy with black hair, tall and handsome. , and also wore a suit, looking very well-bred.

"My name is Lex, from Metropolis, what's your name?" Lex asked proactively, and the boy said, "You can call me Thomas, Thomas Elliott, you should have heard of the Elliott family Bar?"

"I'm an outsider, and I've never left my city, so I haven't heard of any Gotham families." Lex watched the boy named Thomas pick up his suitcase, and then went up the steps Walk.

"What about the Wayne family?" Thomas asked.

"Then I've heard of it. After all, they are so famous." Lex followed Thomas, and he walked very slowly, as if he had exhausted his energy before, and Thomas had to stand on a higher step to wait for him.

"Oh, then you should also know that little Wayne is studying in this school, right? Although he doesn't come to class much, you should be able to meet him recently, because he often lives in the dormitory recently."

"A dormitory? Isn't his family very rich? Why do you want to live in a dormitory?" When they came to the third floor, the two rested in the stairwell for a while, and then chatted while resting.

"Don't mention it, his daughter is often noisy at night, which makes him unable to sleep well, so he can only leave Wayne Manor and go to the dormitory to rest and hide."

Thomas spread his hands and said: "My family and his family are family friends. The two of us have known each other since we were young, but even I don't know when he had an ex-wife and daughter."

Lex frowned, Thomas saw his reaction, and continued: "Of course, I can understand him, a man should have his own space, and he is not the kind of person who hangs around his wife and children. "

Seeing that Lex's frown was getting deeper and deeper, Thomas picked up the suitcase again, and then walked up the steps, Lex followed behind him, and the two came to the 4th floor together.

But the moment they stepped onto the corridor on the fourth floor, a strong smell of blood wafted over.

Through the dim light from the window at the end of the corridor, Lex saw that the door of the fourth room on the right was open, a pair of legs were stretched out there, and blood flowed from the door.