American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman

In Clark's guest room, Schiller put the umbrella in his hand, moved a chair and sat down, then looked at Clark and asked, "How is the current situation at Metropolitan University?"

"Well... Actually, it's not bad. I only went to college this year. I heard that after the new mayor took office, the Metropolitan University has more funding and a new playground lawn."

Clark wanted to sit up from the bed because he felt it was a little rude to talk to someone in bed, but Schiller waved his hand not to.

Schiller turned around and adjusted the position of the lamp to make it softer, then looked at Clark and said, "There's no one else left, you can tell me how you got here. ?"

"I, I really am..." Looking at Schiller's eyes, Clark suddenly lost his words. He felt that he had been seen through by the professor, but he didn't know why.

"You don't have to worry, Clark, you are not the only person in this world with special abilities." Schiller sighed slightly, then said, "I can understand, you don't want to be seen as a monster, you want to be an ordinary person I want to live in the society of ordinary people, and so do I.”

Clark's lips trembled, but he silently turned his head away, as if he didn't want to talk about this issue, but the moment he turned his head, he saw a wisp of fire emerging from Schiller's hand.

Clark widened his eyes and looked at Schiller's hand. There was no mechanical device, but the flame was jumping and burning in his hand, brighter than the light of the lamp.

"My God! You...you too..." Clark opened his mouth, as if he didn't know how to express his feelings, he propped himself up on the bed with his arms, sat up on the bed, then crossed his legs and turned to Schiller On that side, staring at the flame in his hand carefully.

"That's cool, are you a magician?" Clark put his head close, and Schiller sighed when he saw his curious expression.

It stands to reason that Superman's IQ should also be very high, but for some reason, his every move looks a bit silly, he obviously can fly faster than a fighter jet, his eyes can shoot rays, and he has a biological stance, but he sees To a person who can rub out a fireball, you will still feel surprised and novel.

Schiller held his hand lightly, a puff of smoke slowly rose, Clark withdrew his eyes, he raised his eyes, looked at Schiller with anticipation, and asked, "What else can you do? Can you fly? Your eyes can Do you shoot a ray?"

Schiller shook his head. For a moment, his figure disappeared, and Clark was stunned. Then he heard a movement behind him. He turned his head and saw Schiller appeared behind him.

Clark rubbed his eyes, twisted his neck hard, looked back at Schiller, Schiller walked back from behind him, sat down on the chair again, and said, "There are many people in this world who have various special abilities. You are not alone."

"As for magic...I don't know magic, but magic does exist. I also know a guy who can use magic, although he is a scumbag." After sitting down again, Schiller took his umbrella from the side.

Clark saw that there were some faint patterns on the umbrella surface. If you look closely, you can see that the patterns are changing between the virtual and the real. He moved his head closer, stretched out a hand, and retracted it. , seems to think that his actions are a little rude.

"Is this a magic item? How does the pattern on this move? It looks a bit like... snake skin?"

"It's really snake skin." Schiller stroked the canopy, his fingertips could still feel the cool texture of snake scales, he said, "Have you heard of the worldly giant python Yemengade? "

"Oh, is that the myth? We analyzed the spread of Norse mythology in our class."

"That's what its hide is made of."

Clark's expression froze, he swallowed, and then said, "You mean, someone killed Yemenga and made an umbrella out of its skin? That's not good..."

"Are you an animal protectionist? However, even if you are, the scope of protection should not be the mythical serpent."

Clark pursed his lips. He stared at the umbrella for a while, then looked at Schiller and asked, "Is your ability also innate?"

Schiller shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter where the ability comes from, it's what you want that ability to do."

"I think so too." Clark's tone was very agreeable, he said: "Although I don't know why I am different from ordinary people, I think I can make good use of this ability."

"Including winning the long-distance running championship in your department?"

Clark showed an embarrassed smile and said, "Actually, until I was admitted to Metropolitan University, I couldn't control this ability very well."

"That day, the photography teacher brought us familiar with the equipment. He found that I was very strong, so he introduced me to the track and field team. During training, I accidentally ran a little faster."

Schiller asked, "...how fast?"

Clark pursed his lips and said, "The kind of quickness to accidentally break a world record."

"Then, this training happened to be seen by my coach. He said I was a genius and asked me to participate in the long-distance running competition."

Clark showed a somewhat distressed expression, and then said, "Before I came here, I was thinking about how I should get rid of it."

"College-wide competitions are okay, but if you really become a professional athlete, it would be a bit too shocking to beat all the veterans within a year of debut."

"And..." Clark put his finger on his chin and said hesitantly, "Since you also have special abilities, have you ever experienced, that is, that kind of..."

"Do you think it's a little unfair for you to play against ordinary people?"

Schiller took out a medical record book from the pocket of his clothes and kept writing. Between writing and drawing, he looked up and said, "Tell me in detail."

Clark looked at his medical record with some curiosity, and Schiller stood up and said, "I forgot to introduce myself to you. I am a psychology professor. I taught psychology at Metropolitan University and taught crime for a while. Psychology class, also took master's and doctoral students."

Clark's eyes widened, he immediately sat up straight, and said, "Oh, sorry, Professor, I'm a little disrespectful. I'm still curious about psychology, and I've taken basic psychology courses."

"It's nothing. At the same time, I'm also a psychiatrist, so if you tell me about your troubles, maybe I can help you solve it. You know, my consultation fee is very expensive."

"Oh, Professor, you are so kind." Clark smiled cheerfully.

In some respects, Clark's temperament is similar to Peter the Spider-Man, but Peter tends to be shy, he rarely speaks out, and when he's not wearing the Spider suit, he looks more like a nerdy nerd.

But Clark was much more cheerful, with a kind of energy and enthusiasm, especially when he showed that iconic smile, which made people feel a sense of unconscious want to trust him.

Clark also observed the professor in front of him. He seemed to be a very standard scholar. His pronunciation and intonation were very similar to those of the professors Clark had seen in the university. His pronunciation and grammar were a little bit of a scholar's pretentiousness. , but the tone was reassuring.

Thinking of himself again, Clark sighed slightly, feeling a little mixed for a while.

A lot has happened between him graduating from high school and going to college. Originally, he wanted to take advantage of the vacation to go home and spend some relaxing family time. As a result, the sudden snowstorm took all the students of the Metropolitan University. The students are trapped in the dormitory.

In fact, he said today that he was out to put out the fire, that is, he wanted to find an excuse to let himself breathe. After all, his college life was slightly different from what he imagined, which brought him a lot of troubles.

Many literary and artistic works will mention how people with special abilities live in the society of ordinary people. Clark has also read these works, but according to his current experience, the descriptions in these works Not realistic enough.

A person with superpowers is actually very difficult to completely hide his special features. Clark has a deep understanding of this point. When you just pick it up, you can lift several tons of heavy objects. It's hard not to take advantage of this advantage.

For example, when he was late for class only a few minutes away, but the cars on the road were blocked, it was difficult for Clark to control himself to fly for a short period of time. During the flight and when he finally arrived on time, He thought it was pretty cool, but after that, he felt an inexplicable sense of guilt, as if he had cheated in a game.

This feeling gradually accumulated, but there was nowhere to talk, so on this evening, Schiller showed him that he also had special abilities, and it was not surprising that Clark felt that he could understand himself.

Clark sorted out his thoughts and opened the chat box.

"When I first entered the track and field team, everyone was very friendly. At first, I just did some chores, such as delivering water and towels after their training, and helping to carry some training equipment."

"I don't think it's anything. I know that the newcomers of the club are all doing this. At that time, they would tell me that it was hard work, and they would also encourage me to participate in training together soon."

"Although it sounds strange, that time was the happiest time for me in club activities."

"So, what happened after UU read www.uukanshu.com?"

Clark sighed, and his tone became a bit complicated: "That day, they were training for the relay run, and one of the players was injured and couldn't play, and the other substitutes didn't come. I was the only rookie who was managing the training equipment. "

"A senior came to me and asked me to train with them. As the last shot, I didn't think too much about it, so I followed him on the field."

"In the first few hits, our team was behind a lot, so when I ran at the end, I was a little anxious, and then..."

Clark pursed his lips and showed a somewhat sad expression. He said: "I saw the captain of the other team was a little upset because they were leading, but they were passed when I was good."

"Later, a member of my team told me that the captain of the other team had always been the best in the club, and the team he led had never lost."

"I wanted to apologize, but I thought it would make him even more angry, so I didn't go, but who knows, the next day, he came to me and wanted to run for a long distance with me."

"Originally, I wanted to lose to him on purpose, but the coach saw the performance of the relay run that day. The coach found me and hoped that I would perform well and win glory for the school."

"Because the captain didn't speak very well when he came to me, and I was a little angry, so during the game, I ran a little faster..."

"And then broke the world record?"

"I told them that the timer was broken, and the other students believed it, but the coach obviously didn't believe it."

Schiller smiled and said, "After working in a line for a long time, even by visual inspection, the approximate data can be measured."

Clark sighed deeply and said, "Everyone on the track and field team has been kind to me since that time..."