Chapter 1256: The Farm of Justice (38)

In the spacious lecture hall, the sound of the professor's shoes stepping on the floor is very clear. The lecture is clear and the rhythm is gentle. There is almost no sound behind the desk except the "swishing" sound of taking notes. 蹑

Most of the students sitting here are wearing FBI training uniforms, that is, blue shirts with black ties, and student certificates hanging on their chests. Most of them have short hair, strong bodies, focused expressions, and look very energetic.

Most of the students sitting in the front row straighten their bodies, their backs are not close to the back of the chair, their hands are on the table, and they look up and concentrate on the screen behind Schiller.

Some students in the back row are copying notes with their heads down, and some are discussing the case with the people next to them in a voice so low that it is almost inaudible.

The young man sitting on the far right of the front row had dazzling golden hair. After a pause in the lecture, he put down his pen, stood up, walked to the podium, whispered a few words to the professor, then stretched out his hand to the students and said:

"With me as the dividing line, my right side is the affirmative side, my left side is the negative side, every three rows form a group, sharing one debater position."

"Now, pass the information I gave you back. The material reading time is half an hour, and the group discussion time is half an hour. After an hour, you will take turns to speak from right to left. The form is free debate. There is no requirement for the length of speech, but the argument angles of different groups on the same side must not be exactly the same..."

"You can call me Alan. I will listen to and record this debate. After class, come to me to check the speech record and sign it. The professor will give you scores based on your classroom performance and written records."

Barry nodded to the left and right, retracted his hand, and then passed the materials to the first row. Everyone passed the materials back silently and began to read them carefully.

Barry walked out of the classroom without any hesitation. After a while, he moved a table and a chair to the side of the podium, picked up his notebook, recorder and pen and sat down.

After the reading time and group discussion time were over. The debate began. Barry listened and took notes, occasionally looking up. Schiller, who was standing behind the podium, glanced at what he was writing.

Schiller knew that Barry did not use the speed force, but his handwriting was still very neat. Even if it was shorthand, the size of the letters and the spacing of the words looked very pleasing to the eye.

However, Schiller's attention was soon attracted by the content of the debate in the field.

He had indeed not heard such a meaningful debate for a long time. Even though the maximum age of these special agent trainees in the field was only 30 years old, they were still students, but almost every debater who spoke had a loud voice, clear pronunciation, and was quite logical.

More importantly, after two rounds of speeches, the topic has not deviated, and no one has brought up personal emotions. No one has attacked the loopholes in the other party's words, but they are all discussing the matter, presenting facts and evidence, or strengthening the rationality of their own logic.

Schiller's reason told him that this was normal. These people have been screened by the FBI and the conservatives in the FBI. They are all very good seedlings. Speaking reasonably and being able to control their emotions are the basic skills of adults.

But Schiller still felt a little surprised and moved. He couldn't remember how long it had been since he heard an authentic East Coast rap in a classroom debate.

They obviously all had guns, but they could live in peace for more than two hours. Schiller even felt that he had witnessed the most glorious chapter of American security.

What moved him even more was that after the debate, Barry handed in a debate record with neat handwriting, complete content, and no blood on the paper.

All the students' names were neatly signed at the bottom of the record, all of which were legal names, and all spelled correctly.

Standing in front of the podium, Schiller took off his glasses. Looking at his slightly tired expression, Barry thought he had done something wrong. He said cautiously: "I'm sorry, professor, my shorthand experience comes from court internship work. The court's habits may be a little different from the classroom. Please take a look at this record to see if there are any problems. I will correct it now so that I can remember it better next time."

"You did a good job, the handwriting is neat and the content is complete." Schiller said while flipping through the notebook paper. 蹑

"Don't be embarrassed to say that this is also accumulating work experience for me. I think that classroom debate shorthand and physical evidence material recording have something in common. If you can point out where there are mistakes, when I do my job, maybe I can also optimize the physical evidence analysis report better." Barry said very sincerely.

Schiller stretched out his hand to cover half of his face and said, "You can draw inferences from one example, and you value your professional ability very much, are willing to work hard for it, have a stable mentality, and are proactive."

Barry was a little confused by his words. Schiller didn't sound like he was praising him, but just evaluating him from an objective perspective, but it seemed that he was not just evaluating him.

"Okay." Barry shrugged and said, "When do you want to review today's debate reflection and summary essay?"

Schiller opened his mouth and said hesitantly: "Can I choose the time?"

"Of course." Barry didn't understand why Schiller asked this. He said: "If you want to finish reviewing tonight, I will try to collect them after dinner. Those who don't have classes in the afternoon should have finished writing. Then I will collect them again tomorrow morning and send them to your office before lunch tomorrow."

"If you are not free tonight and tomorrow, I will collect them all tomorrow afternoon and give them to you in the evening."

"Are you sure they can finish it?" Schiller asked hesitantly again.

"It's just a 500-word essay." Barry said in surprise, "Didn't it take an hour to finish? When you assigned homework before, I wanted to ask if it was too little..."

"One hour? Not including the time for super speed?"

"Of course not! Not everyone has super speed!"

Seeing Schiller's expression, Barry seemed to have figured something out. He folded his hands on the podium, looked up at Schiller and asked, "What kind of essays do you usually receive at Gotham University?"

"There are several types." Schiller sorted out the records in his hand and said, While saying: "The most common one is that the requirement is 500 words, but only 300 words are written, and it takes a week to collect them."

"There is another type, which requires 500 words, but 50,000 words are written. The topic discussed is amazingly creative and innovative, and can be directly published in a journal."

Barry widened his eyes in shock and said: "Will they publish it?"

"No, there are too many swear words and anti-human parts." Schiller shook his head: "At least more than half of them are these contents."

"There is another type..." Schiller pursed his lips and said with an indescribable expression.

"500-word essay, three trips to my office, five trips to my home, one week of contemplation, one week of dreaming, three days of leave for business and social events, three days of leave for family matters, three trips to his home, five trips to his company, one week of doubting his academic level, one week of doubting his teaching level..."

Barry stared and swallowed, glanced at the black umbrella placed next to the podium and said, "How did such a student survive under your guidance until now??"

Schiller's voice became lower and lower as he spoke, and he looked down at the neatly written classroom shorthand.

He now deeply understood what it meant to have no harm without comparison, and what it meant to be more angry if you endure for a while, and more at a loss if you take a step back. 蹑

Looking at the black air surrounding Schiller, Barry couldn't help but take a step back instinctively.

Instantly, the speed force covered the surface of his body. After the Flash ran, he only left a sentence: "I'm going to collect homework."

At the same time, in the warehouse at the end of the small village in western Mexico, Clark stood with his hands on his hips in front of a huge black tractor with a very ferocious shape, and exclaimed with Diana who was also looking up at the tractor.

Bruce was still squatting on the side of the tractor to debug it. Clark asked with his mouth wide open: "So, you are busy with this these few nights? Is this... a bat tractor?"

"There is no such thing." Bruce denied: "This is an ordinary tractor."

"But you clearly printed a bat pattern on the wheel hub."

"That's just for decoration."

"The wings on the steering wheel..."

"Personal aesthetics."

"But it and your Batmobile are really a bit..."

"Coincidence."

Bruce answered without looking up while tightening the tire screws. Diana poked Clark with her elbow and said, "Don't force a young master in the city. Admitting that this is one of his collections, would you like to see a tractor among a bunch of luxury sports cars? "

"Not because it is a tractor." Bruce, holding a wrench, stood up and said, "Precisely because it is just a tractor, and it does not add any functions that bat equipment should have."

"Of course, this is only version 1.0. The materials here are limited and the strength of the materials is not enough. I plan to install reasonable fire suppression equipment, add flight functions, and create a defense system that is immune to explosions and radiation on the basis of increasing horsepower in the future..."

"Stop, don't say it, if you continue, I will add a psychiatric registration for you." Clark interrupted Bruce.

Clark sighed, walked up and patted Bruce on the shoulder and said, "Look at your dark circles. How many days have you not slept?"

"Okay, Bruce, I know you are also worried about the speed of spring plowing here, but you don't have to work so hard. You work day and night, which makes us several days faster than planned, but it is not worth it to hurt your body for this." Diana also stepped forward to dissuade.

At this time, Green Arrow and his Mexican friend came in in a hurry. He was not too surprised to see the tractor. After all, he had seen the crashed Batmobile when he was on the lonely island. He knew that the bat equipment was of this style, so he just said happily: "Great, we finally have the equipment, and there is still enough time. Let's start plowing the land now!"

Bruce nodded and was about to climb onto the tractor. Oliver rushed forward and grabbed him, saying, "You don't have to drive the tractor yourself. We have plenty of people."

Clark simply hugged Bruce's waist and pulled him to the ground, then said, "Didn't you say this is just an ordinary tractor? Then Diana and I can drive it. What you need to do now is to have a good sleep."

"Have you forgotten what you said before, don't do everything yourself, and leave opportunities for others to exercise?" Clark stared into Bruce's eyes and said. 蹑

"Of course I didn't forget, but the situation is special now. No, I'm not referring to the spring plowing of this land. There are more urgent things to do."

Several people stared at Bruce with puzzled eyes, but Bruce turned to look at Clark and said, "Remember the question I asked you before?"

"What question?"

"Can broccoli be grown?"

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