Chapter 1291: Greed Brings Bad Luck (Part 1)

"When was the last time you studied math?" 趎

"University."

"Since now..."

"It doesn't matter. What matters is that my math grades are not good."

In the study next to Greed's bedroom in the Thinking Tower, Schiller stretched out a hand and said, "You don't think I'm the kind of excellent graduate who gets full marks in every subject, do you?"

Batman, who was pacing in the empty space behind the desk, stopped, turned his head sideways and looked at Greed and said, "Aren't you?"

"Of course I'm not. I'm not a comprehensive genius like you." Schiller shook his head and said, "Or, I'm not a genius. I'm not good at calculations, and I've hardly made any inventions."

"In fact, except for psychology, my grades in many subjects are very bad." Schiller admitted this without hesitation. 趎

"Then how did you get your degree?" Batman asked.

"I hypnotized all the university professors."

"Genius, but also an outlaw." Batman continued to comment.

"But unfortunately, the Batman of the arrogant world has not thought of becoming an outlaw for four years."

"The teacher in charge of the test papers at Gotham University is over 70 years old. He doesn't even need the hypnosis process. No one will notice if he walks in to get it."

"This is basic shame." Batman sat across from Schiller's desk. Schiller shrugged and said, "You are young and frivolous. I haven't told you how crazy I was when I studied abroad..."

"Okay, look here, you should still remember the basic knowledge of functions, right?"

"Of course, I know this."

Greedy took the book from Batman confidently, glanced at it, and found that the questions on it were very simple. Greedy snorted with some disdain, picked up the pen and wrote down a few answers at random.

Batman watched the tip of the pen smoothly draw arcs on the paper. When Greedy stopped writing, he took the paper and found that there was no process for each question, but the result was completely correct.

"Any scholar who has reached the pinnacle of a subject will not have any problems with IQ. Comprehension and memory are common." Greedy said.

Batman nodded and said, "Very good, then, look at this."

Batman handed over another piece of paper. Greedy was stunned when he took it. The content on the paper, the high EQ said that the composition has a modernist beauty, and the low EQ said that the difference from the ghost painting is that the ghost painting is not so complicated.

Batman said casually: "Next, let's take a look at the basic equations of the transition probability vector and the transfer probability matrix introduced in the Markov chain model..."

"Stop!" Greedy shouted directly. He pointed a finger at the scribbles on the paper in the middle of the table and said, "What does this have to do with the function just now?!"

Batman looked at Schiller helplessly and said, "They are all mathematical models. The function you just got is a parameter model, and I am talking about the Markov chain model along this part. Okay, let's take a look at the regular chain in the Markov chain model..."

"Wait a minute!" Greedy shouted. He picked up the paper with the simple function problem and the paper with the scribbles, put them in front of Batman, and said, "Tell me, are they two consecutive classes?"

"Not continuous, but related."

Batman's tone seemed a little impatient. He himself was not a person who had the patience to explain, especially in terms of communicating with people, with the impatience unique to mental patients.

He reluctantly explained: "If you can understand functions, you can understand the models I'm talking about. Their principles are common and very simple..."

Greed was about to speak, but Batman interrupted him impatiently and said, "If you had listened carefully from just now, we would have finished talking about the absorption chain now. It's just a few words. Can't you just listen quietly?"

"But the problem is that I didn't understand."

"But can't you understand functions?"

"But what does function have to do with this?"

"I said, they are all mathematical models!"

"But they are so different."

"Not continuous, but related!"

"Then can't you be continuous?!"

"But this is the foundation!"

Batman and Greed stared at each other.

"Can I stop studying?"

"No, you can't."

"Why?!"

"Because if you are a master in psychology, with no problem in intelligence and comprehension, but I can't even teach you the simplest mathematical analysis, it will appear that I am the one with the problem!"

"Can I skip class?"

"No."

"Why?"

"I lock the door as fast as you do!"

"Oh my God!" Greed shouted, "You are indeed sent by the petty Arrogance to torture me! Get out of here, you are polluting my brain!"

Greed stood up and walked towards the door, saying as he walked, "This is my thinking tower, I want to go out, can you stop me?"

After saying that, he walked to the door without looking back. Suddenly, he heard a rustling sound. Greedy lowered his head and looked in the direction of the sound, and then found that a thin layer of black liquid covered the floor and spread to his feet.

Greedy gasped in horror. He turned to look at Batman. In an instant, the whole room was completely wrapped in the black tide. Greedy said in shock: "Sickness actually let you bring power in?!!"

As soon as the voice fell, Greedy turned quickly and strode to the door, but before grabbing the door handle, the crest of the wave formed by the black tide wrapped around his waist, brought him back to the desk, and pressed him in front of the desk.

"Batman!!!" Greedy roared.

With a "swish", the black tide disappeared, and Batman sat down again on the opposite side of the table and said: "This is not my power, it is still yours, but because our souls have been synchronized, I can also call on some of Pride's power."

"What do you want to do?!!" Greedy wailed: "Didn't I just kill you and Pride once? Do you have to bear a grudge like this?!"

"I'm not bearing a grudge, but I can't teach you, because I'm Batman."

Batman leisurely took out a pen again, pointed to the graffiti on the paper and said:

"Okay, here is the formula for the regular chain, let's take a look at the application in the program, by drawing the state transition diagram, we can determine the state type in the Markov chain..."

"Help!!!!"

The Dream of the Glorious Alliance In the base, Stark was reading a document carefully. After a while, he put it down and looked at Charles opposite him and said, "So, it's not a big problem?"

Charles nodded and said, "With Schiller's permission, I conducted a very limited, controllable and privacy-free tracking of his brain waves. The abnormal fluctuation of his brain waves this time may be caused by the emergence of different personalities in the tower."

"Because I haven't conducted such monitoring before, I didn't observe any abnormalities. Simply put, every time he switches his personality traits in the future, there may be such fluctuations. It's not a big problem."

Stark nodded, but his frown did not relax. Charles leaned back and said in a gentle tone, "Actually, I think you don't have to Creating a tense atmosphere, stopping Schiller all the time, and not letting him do anything is not a solution. "

Charles sighed, took a teacup from the table next to him, blew it gently, and then said: "When I was young, I wanted to keep an eye on Eric, for fear that he would poke a hole in the sky if he left my sight for a while. You know, this is very likely. "

"Of course, Eric is not the strongest now, but you also know that there were not so many superheroes in our era, and they were not so famous. Eric can be called a human nuclear bomb. I think I must keep a close eye on him, for his good and for the good of the world. "

"But later, I found that this tense atmosphere would increase anxiety. Although I never told Eric that you might be a saboteur, but My actions undoubtedly show this. "

"I watched him closely, just like looking at a criminal, and at that time, he was not so extreme."

Charles shook his head and said, "So I always feel that he has been unhappy for so many years, and I am also responsible. As his best friend, I actually treated him like a criminal. This will have an immeasurable bad impact on a person."

Stark curled his lips and said, "Now you don't have to feel guilty. Magneto has no time to care about you."

Charles laughed softly, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes formed a ravine, telling his happiness. He pursed his lips and said, "He is extremely opposed to Jarvis and Wanda's affairs. Lorna said that he has been losing a lot of hair recently. Maybe it won't be long before he has the same hairstyle as me. "

Stark couldn't help laughing, but soon he remembered the sad things and said, "I am also worried about Jarvis. From a human perspective, he is a newborn baby and is immature in dealing with emotions. I don't know if he can handle his emotional affairs well. What if his affairs with Wanda affect the relationship between ordinary people and mutants..."

"You are particularly good at worrying about nothing recently." Strange walked into the lobby of the Glorious Alliance's dream base and said, "Although I also agree that we should pay more attention to Schiller's condition and don't let him fall into madness, we really can't restrict his personal freedom too much." 趎

"From his own perspective, it will make him very painful. From the perspective of human society, throwing such a precious genius in a mental hospital is simply an extremely shameful waste."

Stark took another look at the data provided by Charles, sat there and thought for a while, nodded and said, "Well, you have to know how much pressure I am facing. I must be very careful, for Schiller and for the future of all mankind. "

Charles reached out and patted him on the shoulder to show his support. Soon, the few of them discussed the next plan and then adjourned the meeting.

With a click, Stark walked out of his special life-support suit, moved his shoulders and neck, stood there for a moment, hesitated for a moment, and pursed his lips as if he had made an important decision.

Suddenly, he heard a series of extremely hurried footsteps at the door. Stark turned around and saw Schiller who almost couldn't brake at the door.

"Oh, Schiller, you're here. I just wanted to tell you that I made a fuss before. We definitely didn't want to restrict your freedom... I asked Pepper to call a car to take you back to the sanatorium?"

"No! Wait!" Schiller stretched out a hand to stop Stark from taking the phone. He rushed to Stark's front, put his hands on his shoulders, looked at Stark with a sincere look and said: "I'm mentally ill! Take me to the hospital quickly, did you hear me? I'm sick, I need to be hospitalized!!!!"

"Wait a minute, what's wrong with you?" Stark looked at Schiller in surprise and asked.

"Batman! He made me learn that damn math!!!!"

"What's wrong with math? ...Oh, I mean, who is Batman?"

"Another retard!"

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