Chapter 1 I Became Batman's Teacher

Gotham City, 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 blonde American sweetheart came in with a dark face and said: "The damn lazy guys in the freshman reporting office have asked for leave, you go to replace them for a day."

Schiller said: "I'll go right away, this cup of coffee is on your behalf."

"You will never be able to make me!" Anna roared, Schiller happily walked out of the coffee shop with the coffee, looked at the sky of Gotham City that was never sunny, and started his fifth day here.

Schiller was a psychologist in his previous life. After the plane crash, he was thrown into this damn simple city with simple folk customs. Fortunately, he was neither a hero nor a villain, but a leisurely and stable university teacher, and his old profession, a psychology professor.

Schiller was just happy that he could catch fish for another day, when the system in his mind "ding dong" showed: "Peter Parker sent a chat request."

While walking to the reporting office, Schiller replied in his mind: "What's wrong, Peter?"

"Hey! I'm going to Oscorp for an internship tomorrow! You don't know how rare this opportunity is for me! And Gwen... I mean, she's going too, it's great for us to be together! We can discuss genome helices, those awesome big machines together..."

Schiller said silently in his heart, no girl would want to discuss these with you, Spider-Man, wake up.

Since coming here, Schiller has obtained an "American comic chat system", and 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 doesn't dare to do so.

While encouraging Peter, Schiller walked to the reporting office, he sat down to organize the forms, waiting for the new students of this year to report.

But it's strange that Schiller has been here for so many days and has never seen the bat lights on, let alone those villains causing trouble. The life is comfortable and the people seem to be really simple.

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

"Next!" Schiller shouted without looking up. There was a whole line in front of him. A boy sat down. Schiller asked: "Name?"

"Bruce Wayne."

"Bruce... Room 306, Building 2, Boys' Dormitory..." Schiller wrote on his own. Suddenly, the pen stopped. He looked up calmly. The boy had blue eyes and black hair. He was very handsome. Schiller said: "Wayne?"

"Indeed, I am Wayne."

Schiller repeated: "Room 306, Building 2, Boys' Dormitory. Didn't you hear it clearly? Take the form 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 in?"

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

Bruce was interested in him, but Schiller was helpless. Batman just went to college! He asked why there was no bat light!

Why is he so unlucky? When Batman goes to college, he travels through time and becomes a college teacher!

He swore that he didn't want to participate in the bloody life in Gotham City at all. He just wanted to work in a regular position and wait for death.

Schiller had a full understanding of the danger of the Batman series. He didn't want to have anything to do with Bruce, especially the 18-year-old Bruce, a hateful playboy!

So Schiller was very indifferent and warned Bruce not to come to his class. He didn't want to hear the familiar voice of the Joker appear on the school radio one day.

But it was this attitude that aroused Bruce's interest. He was Wayne! The richest man in Gotham City! No one would look at him differently.

But Bruce didn't say anything. He picked up the form, thanked him and left. Schiller finished the report work for the freshmen 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 went up the stairs in the office, he ran into a tall and thin professor. Schiller said: "Hey, Jonathan, are you here to get something too?"

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

"Oh, that's right. Anna urged me too much today and I forgot when I left. I'll come down right after I get them. See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

Just when Schiller and Jonathan passed by each other, a cold chill climbed up his back. Jonathan... Jonathan Klein!

Super criminal Scarecrow!

Jonathan, who had his back to Schiller, didn't see Schiller turn around and stare at him. If he hadn't learned today that Batman had just entered college, he wouldn't have remembered it. The memory of Scarecrow appeared in his mind-Gotham University psychology professor, psychology and chemistry doctor, future Scarecrow who uses fear gas to kill, Jonathan Klein!

Schiller took a deep breath and continued to walk upstairs without changing his pace. Jonathan was not Scarecrow yet, because Bruce was only 18 years old and had not graduated from college, so he had not become Batman yet. Jonathan was not a world-famous psychologist, but was just a little 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 psychological researcher, and the most famous psychology professor in Gotham.

So Jonathan's attitude just now was quite good... What's the use! Schiller can't develop poison gas! He is a pure liberal arts student, and Jonathan is a doctor of chemistry!

It's true that if you learn math, physics and chemistry well, you won't be afraid to travel around the world...

Schiller knew very well that the big stage of Gotham City was about to open the bloody curtain, and now he was just a scholar with no power, a weak chicken who had difficulty moving a chair, a pure intellectual talent, let alone encountering these famous super criminals, even the background boards in the comics, those hooligans, can kill him with just a gun!

And his worries became a reality. The next morning, Schiller, who went to the school's psychology clinic as usual to sit in the office and slack off, just made coffee and heard a crisp knock on the door.

"Professor Schiller, can I come in?"

Schiller took a deep breath. There are really students in this broken psychology clinic? I'm here just to hang out, okay? Do you understand paid vacation?

Bruce Wayne is outside the door!

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

"Can't you come and talk if you don't have any problems?" Wayne spread his hands, and his playboy style was clearly revealed.

Schiller pushed his glasses, resisted the mood of beating this bastard to death, and tried to act old-fashioned and boring to avoid arousing the interest of the protagonist. He said: "This is a place for students to receive psychological counseling. If you don't have any questions to consult, then you can leave."

Schiller swore that his tone of speech was so boring that it was more 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, he felt that he couldn't go on like this.

God sees pity, he is not the protagonist, without the aura of the immortal protagonist, mixed with Batman, he can't survive more than three episodes.

He quickly opened the American comic chat system in his mind. He remembered that he had obtained a random chat opportunity because he had guided Peter Parker's emotional problems before. He quickly wrote in his mind:

"A little kid whose parents died, vowed to take revenge on all criminals, and disguised himself with the appearance of a playboy, now asks me what the meaning of life is. I want him not to bother me in the future. How should I answer him? Waiting online is urgent."

Soon, a reply appeared: "I am a teacher. Regarding your question, I think you should maintain sufficient patience and provide psychological counseling to this unfortunate child from two aspects..."

Schiller wailed in his heart. What kind of saint is this random person! This is Batman! Can I say "think about it"?

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

No wonder, the founder and principal of X Academy is really an old hand.

But Schiller, who was paying attention to the avatar, found that Charles' avatar was clickable. He clicked Charles' avatar in his mind, and a dialog box popped up: "You can randomly copy an ability (low level) of the chat partner for the first chat. Do you want to copy it?"

Schiller clicked "Yes" without knowing why.

"Telepathy (low level) has been loaded."

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

Telepathy is Charles's specialty, and it can even brainwash all mankind with the brain wave amplifier, but Schiller only got an extremely weakened version. He could only vaguely feel the other person's emotions and some thoughts that suddenly flashed in his mind, and could not directly and clearly read his mind.

But this was enough. Schiller focused his attention on Bruce and found that his emotions were very messy now. 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 and entered the university just to disguise himself as Bruce. The real Batman already hated this boring daily life, and every drop of his blood was shouting "revenge" and "revenge on those criminals".

In Bruce's eyes, the professor opposite seemed to have suddenly fallen 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 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 get this answer, you will have more things to do. Don't bother me anymore, then I am willing to give you this answer."

"Oh? What is it?"

"Revenge." Schiller stared into Bruce's eyes and said, under Bruce's suddenly gloomy face, he stared at him and repeated: "The meaning of life is revenge."

Ignoring Bruce's face, which was as gloomy as the Gotham sky, Schiller said: "Are you satisfied, Mr. Wayne?"