Chapter 771 Bruce? I'm Really Unfamiliar with Him! (Part 1)

In the morning after the typhoon, the weather will be better. The dark clouds that have been covering Gotham have also dispersed a little. After a night of violent storms, the air has become rare and fresh.

Jason, who was standing by the window, stretched his body and moved his neck, and woke up the little rascal who was still sleeping in the bed. After the little rascal got up, he washed and asked, "Are you going to have breakfast today?"

"Of course, the cafeteria in this school is still delicious." Jason patted his chest and said, "I'm growing taller, I need to eat more."

"I won't go today. I still don't understand the transmission structure that the teacher talked about yesterday. I will go there in advance and ask the teacher later."

The little rascal was about to go out with a book, but Jason stopped him and said, "Don't go yet, or I can bring you one. Do you want a hamburger or a burrito?"

"Give me a burrito, but no sauce, it's too salty." The little rascal pushed the door and walked out. Jason, who was standing behind him, shook his head and said, "What a weirdo, with a weird taste."

Suddenly. He covered his forehead again and said, "Oh my god, transmission structure... What did the teacher emphasize yesterday?"

Finding that it was still early, Jason sat on his bed and said to himself, "Sometimes, I really envy him for being able to find something he likes to do."

He put his hands behind his head, leaned on the pillow and said, "... What do I like? Repairing cars? But I steal tires just to sell them for money. Do I really like to tinker with those mechanical parts?"

Jason shook his head, as if he felt a little confused. Suddenly, he jumped up, moved his body again, and said, "Jason, you don't have such a good life. You can do nothing and just lie down and count money. Let's go."

Soon, Jason came to the cafeteria. Because the class time of the Vocational and Technical College is earlier than that of the main college, most of the people eating in the cafeteria at this time are students from the Technical College.

They all knew the two younger children who had just joined in, and Jason waved and greeted them.

Jason has a good relationship with people. He can get along well anywhere, thanks to his experience of struggling at the bottom of Gotham.

You know. In a place like Gotham, being able to become the leader of a gang of neighborhood kids requires not only intelligence and courage, but also high emotional intelligence.

In a sense, children are more difficult to manage than adults, and they will make more mistakes, so they need to spend more energy. Help them solve some troubles, and at the same time, don't let other children who have not made mistakes feel unfair.

The Curly Tail Gang led by Jason is well-known on the whole street, because their leader is more leadership than others, and can always solve all kinds of troubles that ordinary people can't imagine, and maintain the safety and interests of their gang members.

The little rascal would steal the tires of the Batmobile to practice his skills, but Jason didn't. He just wanted to make money to subsidize the gang, and later helped the little rascal just because of loyalty.

He was not so interested in going to school to learn car repair.

Carrying his food, Jason planned to find a quiet place to eat, and then he saw a familiar figure in the corner of the cafeteria. It was Schiller.

Originally, the teachers' cafeteria and the student cafeteria were separate, but because the headquarters cafeteria would not open so early and the chefs had not yet started work, Schiller had been eating in the student cafeteria these days.

There was no student near Schiller's seat, but the diagonal of his seat was crowded with people. Many people were afraid of the professor, worried that he would dislike them and freeze them with an umbrella.

But Jason's thinking was very unique. He thought it was fun to be frozen, so he was not afraid of Schiller at all. He happily walked over with a plate and asked, "Professor Schiller, can I sit here to eat?"

Schiller looked up at him and said, "Of course, what did you want? A hamburger? Why is there a burrito?"

"Oh, that's for the little rascal," Jason shrugged, put down the plate and said, "He said he didn't understand a transmission structure yesterday, and he wanted to ask the teacher this morning, so he is in the classroom now."

"He He is a good student and is very suitable for this line of work. " Schiller nodded and said, "In the future, he will become an excellent automotive engineer."

"Really? Do you think so?" Jason sat down, picked up the burger, opened the wrapper, took a bite and asked, "What about me? What do you think I will do in the future?"

Schiller smiled and said, "You have to ask yourself, what do you want to do?"

Jason sighed, and Schiller found it very interesting, because Jason was still a child, but he always liked to act like an adult, looking serious and funny.

"It's because I don't know what I want to do that I want to ask others. The little rascal said that he wanted to invent a car with me, but in fact, I don't have any extra interest in cars. I went to pry the tires of the Batmobile just to sell them at a high price."

"Do you want to make money?" Schiller asked.

Jason shook his head and said, "I don't need that much money, but there are many children in the Curly Tail Gang who can't go out to work, so I have to make as much money as possible to subsidize the gang."

"But it's much better now." Jason smiled and said, "Older children can sell newspapers, cigarettes or deliver things, and younger children can go to the daycare center. Not only is it free, but they also provide a meal. Otherwise, I can't leave. Those little brats will definitely get into trouble if no one is watching them."

Seeing that he showed the same sad look as an adult again, Schiller found it very interesting and asked, "So, do you want to lead the gang?"

Jason hesitated and said, "I don't know what it means to lead a gang. Is it to take a Have the gangs become the strongest? But, I..."

Jason paused for a while, as if thinking, and then he said: "I don't know if what the gangs do is right. Everyone does it, so I can only do it, but I don't like robbery, and I want to avoid crossfire as much as possible..."

"I don't know if I have the courage to send the children who grew up with me in the Curly Tail Gang to the front line of the fight, let them get hurt and bleed, and make money for me."

Schiller looked at him and was a little surprised, not because of this point of view, but because Jason's ability to express himself far exceeds the level that he should have at his current age. He can express some issues that should be very ignorant at this age very clearly.

There are many people who feel a certain emotion in their hearts, but don't know where this emotion comes from. There are also many people who know where this emotion comes from, but there is no way to express it clearly through words. There are also many people who have the ability to express this emotion clearly in words, but because of their personality, they are ashamed to speak.

In the process from feeling to expression, many difficulties need to be overcome. Generally speaking, it is necessary to improve this ability through the understanding of things and the accumulation of experience, but some people are born with stronger talents.

They are more sensitive to their own and others' emotions, and can express the emotions they perceive with very clear logic. The process from feeling to expression is very smooth and will not be hindered. This is actually a very special ability.

Schiller cut a small piece of steak and put it into his mouth, looking at Jason and asked: "In an environment where no one will do good things, are you willing to go against the current and be the special one?"

"What do you use to distinguish good from bad?" Jason asked again: "I don't want the children in my gang to starve, so I steal tires and sell them. I saw in the newspaper that they said that stealing is wrong, but I can't watch the children of the Curly Tail Gang have no food."

"They will starve. It's because their parents don't raise them, and their parents don't raise them. It may be because they died in the gang fight, or it may be because they are oppressed by the gang and have no time to take care of them. ”

“So, I stole the tires of gang members just to ask them for the compensation for raising children. I don’t think it’s a bad thing.”

Schiller stared at Jason and said, “What about stealing the tires of the Batmobile? You know that Batman is a vigilante who stops crime.”

“That’s because he is very rich.” Jason said very bluntly: “He lost a tire. This loss may not be enough for a meal for him, but if the tire can be sold, the Curly Tail Gang will not have to worry about food for two months.”

“Do you think that rich people deserve to be stolen? Or, if it is the same crime, do you think that the crime of rich people should be forgiven?”

“I don’t know.” Jason replied, he "I often wonder why rich people are rich?"

"I wonder where the money in the world comes from? The newspaper says that money is printed by banks, so why can't banks print more so that everyone has money?"

"Why are rich people so rich, but unwilling to pay their employees more wages?"

"They know in their hearts that for them, just a beautiful piece of jewelry or a sculpture may allow poor people and children to eat for several months. They are unwilling to spend this money because they don't see it or because they don't care?"

Schiller smiled and looked at him and said, "If you are a rich person, would you be willing to give your own "Is it normal for me to give my money to the poor?"

"That's what I'm wondering about." Jason shook his head and said, "When I was poor, I hoped that those rich guys could do more, but when I fantasized about being rich, I thought about buying a big house I liked or going to the West for an adventure. Is it normal for me to think like this?"

Jason took another bite of his hamburger and said, "The newspapers never talk about this, but the books that the little rascal showed me didn't tell me either. They only talked about how the motor works."

"But. Can making the motor run faster really keep everyone from starving?"

"Do you want everyone to stop starving?" Schiller asked.

"Of course!" Jason raised his voice, stared at Schiller and said, "No one in this world would think otherwise, right? Everyone would think, if everyone is not hungry, everyone can afford what they like, how great it would be? Isn't it?"

Schiller asked again: "Do you think, to achieve this, is it by stopping bad things or promoting good things?"

"Can't we do it together?" Jason shrugged and said, "It's all fantasy anyway, I think we can do it together, on the one hand, let criminals stop committing crimes, on the other hand, let people who do good things get rewards, so that they will do more good things."

"How do you think we can stop crime?" Schiller asked again.

"I don't know, but I only know that it doesn't seem to work to put all the criminals who have committed crimes in jail."

Jason pursed his lips and said, "Gotham has been catching criminals for so many years, but there are still criminals. In the past, it can be said that the police did not work well, but since the sheriff named Gordon came, the efficiency of the police is still quite high, but Gotham is still like this."

After eating the hamburger, Jason propped his face with one hand and said, "I don't know why, my intuition tells me that prohibiting bad things and encouraging good things should actually be the same thing, but I don't know what it is."

Schiller's eyes became brighter and brighter, but Jason glanced at the clock hanging on the wall and said, "Oh, my God, it's almost time for class, I have to study the car transmission system again..."

"I'm leaving first, professor, we'll talk another day."

"Wait a minute!" Schiller stopped him and said, "I really like what you just said..."

"What?" Jason asked a little puzzled.

"Making the motor run faster won't save everyone from starvation, at least not in the short term."

"What can?" Jason asked subconsciously.

Schiller smiled and looked at him and said:

"If you want to know the answer, I suggest you change your major."

"Change major? What major?"

"Psychology."

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