In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 67: Black Sun and Bat Light (Part 1)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

In Gotham City, on a morning that was neither sunny nor warm, the students of Gotham University ushered in their psychology final exam.

When Evans handed out the papers, ghosts and wolves wailed in the classroom, and then outside the door, the sound of leather shoes heels stepping on the marble floor sounded, and the classroom became completely silent in an instant.

While packing up the umbrella in his hand, Schiller walked into the classroom and saw that everyone was busy writing, and nodded in satisfaction.

Then he put the umbrella on the ground, put his hand on the handle of the umbrella, stood in the middle of the classroom and said: "The time for this exam is 1 hour and 40 minutes. In theory, you can hand in the papers in advance, but I will The invigilation here is very boring, I will definitely review the papers you hand in in advance."

"At least, you have to make sure that what you write is enough for me to read until you walk out of this classroom."

"In addition, although I didn't ask you to sit separately, it's best not to whisper to each other. Please write neatly on the roll, and cursive fonts are not allowed. Most importantly, please write your name clearly. I mean the law Don’t let me repeat the same as the first week of school, not to write nicknames.”

"Okay, let's start answering the paper."

Then the whole classroom was completely silent, only the rustling sound of the pen tip scratching the scroll.

Gotham University has never had a classroom with such a strong learning atmosphere. Bruce looked up between writing. Sitting in front of him on the right is the nephew of the hyena in the East. Smoking, drinking, fighting, is a pure bad boy.

But at this time he was sitting in his seat, and 10 minutes later, he was still writing hard, or his brain full of alcohol and tobacco could still support him to continue writing.

Sitting on the left of Bruce is a well-known graffiti kid from Gotham University. He is good at spray painting and often messes up the walls everywhere. On the wall of the corridor of the principal's office.

He's almost at the end of the day, he won't be able to write the first essay question, and he is drawing various patterns on the scroll.

Bruce glanced at it with good eyesight and found that he was drawing Schiller, but unlike those spoof graffiti, the Schiller in his brush, with his back to a black sun, his hands open, some Particle-like patterns are surrounding him, the whole picture looks weird but handsome, but I don't know if Schiller is willing to see his meticulous creation and give him two more points.

After half an hour passed, more than two-thirds of the people were still writing. This is simply a miracle at Gotham University.

In the past, during the final exam, first of all, there would be a few thorns who were absent directly.

Ten minutes after the start of the test, many people will finish the simple and easy-to-write multiple-choice questions, put down their pens and hand in the papers in advance, and leave directly.

In the past, after 20 minutes, there were only a few people left in the classroom. Even if they stayed, they were not there to write those essay questions.

But now, Bruce looked up at his watch, 40 minutes had passed, and half of the people were still writing.

No one dared to hand in the papers ahead of time. Even though most of them had racked their brains and were hovering on the edge of their wits, most of them still bit their pens and sat in their seats, hoping that their small-capacity brains could Squeeze out a few more words to write them on the paper, trying to make the professor less angry when he sees their answers that are between illiterate and semi-literate.

In fact, even in the introductory textbooks of psychology, the proper nouns, names, theories, and definitions involved are all very difficult.

Not to mention the uneducated Gotham University students, even those students from famous American schools, must preview before giving special lectures, otherwise they will easily fall into the dilemma of blank mind.

Recitation, for these students whose brains have not turned for a long time, is a difficult task in itself, let alone recite it suddenly within a week or two.

When an hour passed, most people had stopped writing, and Bruce wrote down the list of those who were still writing **** the draft paper, which would be the backbone of the psychology club he formed in the future.

He thought about it, and wrote the graffiti kid's name on it, after all, clubs always have artists for promotion.

After waiting for 1 hour and 40 minutes, when the "roll" spit out by the professor sitting in front hit the floor heavily, there was one after another exhalation in the classroom, obviously they were all about to suffocate crazy.

When the test papers were collected, no one dared to leave. After Schiller stapled all the test papers, checked the number of copies, checked the names, and left the classroom with a stack of test papers, the classroom was like a bomb that suddenly exploded. The bomb exploded with a bang.

"Oops! I can't fill in the blanks more than half of the questions, this is the end!"

"Damn it, I stepped up to memorize the definition of psychology last night! But I didn't take the exam?? If I knew earlier, I shouldn't have wasted so much time!"

"I wrote the answer to the second essay question on the fourth one, God, what should I do? I will definitely not get a point for the essay question!"

"Which one of you has written the graduate application? Evans, have you written it? Yesterday my dad told me that if I can go to graduate school with my brain, why not expect our dog to climb trees! But my dog ​​is a corgi ..."

"I still owe two papers and haven't handed them in. I have to complete them before the holiday, otherwise I will definitely be worried this holiday. Don't even think about having fun..."

Several people gathered in front of Bruce's table. They were the first members of the club Bruce invited. The graffiti kid Rainey with a fluorescent yellow forehead said: "The professor will like my paintings, I can see that, He is a man of artistic accomplishment."

"But he'd probably prefer to see your correct answer," Bruce said.

"Come on, I don't know anything, and reciting will pollute my brain." Rainey touched his nose. He was a typical Germanic type with green eyes and a little freckles, and he wore reggae-style clothes.

"And who said that is not the correct answer? Who said that you must write to answer the question? The same is true for drawing, I will pass!"

"Okay, I'll pay you to draw a poster for me. It should be bigger and more impactful. It will be used to promote this club. You can set the price whatever you want, but I hope it must be shocking enough." Bruce said.

Lenny snapped his fingers and said, "Rich man, you have found the right person! No one in Gotham knows how to shock people better than me!"

Several people gathered their heads together and muttered.

"What? You mean you want to..."

"You are such a genius..."

"Add me, I want to come too!"

"This is a big surprise... yes, I see it..."

"Maybe for the sake of this, he will give us a pass..."

A few days later, Schiller was accumulating anger notes while grading papers. Although he had already expected the level of the uneducated students at Gotham University, he still did not expect that they would pass the exam. Ghostly.

Because he didn't want to be continuously polluted by these academic rubbish, Schiller planned to work overtime today, finish all the papers in one go, and give most of them a bad grade.

Suddenly, he heard a sharp whistle coming from the window of the office building, a bit like a fire siren, but shorter and sharper than that.

Schiller stood up, looked out the window, and found that some lights were shaking. It was just dark now, far before the street lights were turned on, and most of the teachers and students hadn't left the school yet.

He heard a loud noise downstairs, as if someone was calling his last name, Schiller put down his pen and left the desk, and walked to the window.

The entire side of the building opposite is covered by a huge curtain. Schiller heard people say that it was undergoing wall renovation, and he didn't often walk along that road, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

But as soon as he walked to the window, the curtain on the opposite wall fell down instantly. There seemed to be a huge graffiti on it, as high as a 7-story building, and a row of spotlights suddenly lit up, covering the whole The side of the building was illuminated as brightly as daytime.

It is indeed a huge graffiti, the bottom is Schiller's back, and above it is a black sun filled with countless strange patterns. The sun is surrounded by several circles of flames composed of golden patterns, and Schiller's figure is standing In front of the black sun.

Schiller's figure is almost merged into the background of the black sun, or this huge sun, like his shadow.

Schiller stood in front of the window, his eyes were dazzled by the high-power spotlight first, and when he opened his eyes, he saw such a picture.

Schiller: "..."

Symbiont: "...Wow."

On the side of the entire graffiti, it reads: "Join the psychology club, face people's hearts, and face this black sun. - Blue Ghost Rainey"

Schiller lowered his head and saw a group of people standing at the bottom of the building waving excitedly at him. Most of them were students majoring in psychology at Gotham University, including Bruce Wayne.

Schiller raised his head again and looked at the black sun composed of countless strange patterns. It is full of a bizarre horror aesthetics, which makes people unable to move their eyes when they see it, as if their souls will be sucked into it. .

Horror, weirdness, bizarreness, absurdity, but full of beauty that makes people fall into it and cannot extricate themselves.

Schiller recalled that "Gotham" originally meant "fool's village", which is indeed full of all kinds of absurd fools, who don't know where they live and where they die.

But again ~IndoMTL.com~ is filled with all kinds of geniuses, they have unparalleled talents, with fascinating vitality.

Schiller is indeed a little fascinated. This kind of bold and weird absurd action is full of special vitality that cannot be found anywhere in the world. Taste.

Schiller knows more than these students, but he just realized that he hasn't learned one thing--

It is true that he has not learned Gotham yet.

Everyone living here is crazy, but at the same time sober.

This dark city doesn't need anyone to correct it. They live so crazy in the abyss, living out a twisted and weird vitality.

This kind of vitality grows from the darkness, and the people here use madness as the blade, so accurately pointing directly at anyone's heart.

Schiller stared straight at the black sun, he thought, maybe, the people here are unparalleled geniuses, the only fool is himself, everyone who tries to act as a savior outside the comics .

Relying on brains that don't have any theoretical knowledge of psychology, people here can see through their professors like mind reading.

The black sun is also the sun, this is the most accurate profile of Schiller.

Schiller's incarnation is indeed not a scorching sun, but a sun that does not shine or heat, a black sun.

After a few minutes, Schiller wrote a line of words on the foggy glass with his fingers - "You have passed."

In an instant, violent cheers erupted from downstairs. Under the black sun, it was as if the people illuminated by this never bright star were reveling for the newborn celebration.