Chapter 766: The Consequences of Cheating on the Paper (Part 2)

Another rainy night in Gotham, this time the rain was extra heavy, with thunder and lightning.

Even the citizens of Gotham, who were used to it, could only hide in their houses and peek at the violent side of nature through the small windows.

After spring gradually passed, typhoons and rainstorms came with the arrival of summer. Although this city never had any gentle disguise, such rapid wind and rain could not help but make people feel trembling.

A black shadow fell from the roof of a tall building, and the cloak fluttered in the rain and mist, like a small boat in the wind and waves. When it landed, the splashing water rose up in the light of the street lamps, and brilliant neon rose.

Batman held the bat dart in his hand, and from the tight muscles in his hand, it can be seen that he met a tough opponent again, and this time, his pressure is greater than ever before.

In the past, he defeated criminals to save others, but today, he had another goal in defeating criminals, that is, to get himself back to school as soon as possible and ensure that his life would not be in danger because he had not completed the thesis.

But soon, he found that it was too late, because he saw a figure holding an umbrella at the entrance of the alley.

This reminded Batman of the dreams he had in Schiller's mind palace. He had dealt with many murderers in his dreams and played games with many terrifying opponents in a mutated Gotham City.

But even so, he still felt his heartbeat speeding up. He knew that this was not a good sign. If he put himself in the position of prey first, he would most likely become a sacrifice to this dark city.

Batman didn't think too much. He threw the bat dart according to his intuition, but it was blocked by the umbrella. In the moment when he couldn't see clearly, the cold knife light of the umbrella tip passed through the neon.

With a "swish", a corner of the cloak was torn, and Batman turned around and punched. The umbrella opened again, and when his fist touched the umbrella, Batman felt that he touched a strange pattern, like grabbing a snake.

He quickly let go and retreated quickly. Under the dim light of the store sign, Schiller looked at Batman coldly. He didn't need to say anything, but Batman knew exactly what he was going to say.

This was a very absurd joke. Batman still remembered that when he first met Schiller face to face in a dark alley, they were discussing crime, law and human nature.

At that time, Batman's mental state was not stable enough, and his logic was not self-consistent, so he retreated.

But today, he no longer felt entangled in those things, and there was no longer a death warrant-like drumbeat that kept ringing in his ears, so he was now facing a more realistic problem.

I couldn't finish my homework, and the teacher came to my door with a knife. What should I do now? Waiting online is urgent.

Batman never needs to wait for anyone to give him an answer. After hesitating for a second, he turned around and jumped onto the wall, fired the grappling hook, and came to the roof of the building, and the shadow holding the umbrella followed closely.

Above the dark city, under the curtain of heavy rain, two shadows shuttled between the roofs of the city. The sound of metal clashing, like the results of the battle before the attack, became louder and louder.

Batman knew that he could not get rid of Schiller like this, and he placed more hope on the Batmobile, which had just improved its safety protection system.

Last time, Schiller smashed the engine of the Batmobile with a mysterious aperture. Batman realized that the safety system of this car was still not perfect, so in the next few days, Batman modified the car again to make the engine shell more solid.

Batman pressed a button on his arm armor, and a familiar beam of light pierced the rainy night. Batman ran in that direction, then jumped off the building, used the grappling hook to cushion before landing, and rolled on the spot to unload the force.

After a series of smooth tactical moves, he stood firm, but as soon as he took a step, he was stunned.

In front of him was indeed the Batmobile, but the problem was that it only had three wheels.

Not far away, two children were pushing a huge tire, running and laughing, and seemed very happy.

With a "pop", a slight footstep sounded from behind Batman. The moment he heard this sound, he knew that he was going to be in big trouble.

Half an hour later, in the office of Gotham University, three people stood in front of Schiller's seat. From left to right, they were Bruce, Jason, and Slippery, who were soaked like drowned chickens.

The three of them were in the same style, with towels on their heads and a cup of hot cocoa in their hands, and they were silent.

"Okay, let's judge your case first." Schiller put the pen in his hand on the table and said, "Why did you two steal his tire?"

Jason and Little Slip looked at each other, and Jason said, "We just want to try and see if we can pry it off..."

Little Slip looked down at his fingers and said, "We are not thieves, we are not selling for money, and this kind of tire can't be sold. It's too big for a car, but too small for a truck."

"Then why did you steal it?" Bruce turned his head and looked at him and asked.

Jason yelled, "We didn't steal! We just wanted to try... What's the word? Little Slip, you say it!"

"Technology upgrade." The little rascal sighed and said, "The things taught in the school in the living hell are too simple, including word spelling and symbol usage. At most, they only teach cooking, running errands, and collecting newspapers. I don't need to learn those things at all."

"Without a teacher to teach me, I can only explore and try again by myself. I have figured out the structure of the power system of most cars. I originally wanted to build one myself, but there are still many technical problems..."

"I think the technology of ordinary cars is very general. If you want to find a technical benchmark, it has to be the car with the bat mark that day. At that time, it took a lot of effort for us to remove its tires."

"So. Jason and I wanted to try again. Originally, we wanted to dismantle the engine, but , the hood has a special lock, we can't open it, so we can only take the tire as a second choice. "

Little Slick and Jason both opened their eyes with innocent expressions. Schiller turned to Bruce and said, "Last time they took off your tires, why don't you modify the car?"

"My time is limited." Bruce replied, "Compared to the tires, the engine is more dangerous."

"The engine is more..." Schiller paused, then reacted, Bruce was referring to himself, he sighed, and then said, "Well, they didn't sell the tire, you can take it back and install it again."

"Besides, the lack of basic education is not their fault, you shouldn't hold them responsible, right?" Schiller looked at Bruce and said.

He was not morally blackmailing, but looking at Bruce's expression, he was not very angry, and the look he gave the two children was more like regret.

After all, if the two of them were born in other cities, they could have favorable conditions and enjoy good educational resources, then I'm afraid they could at least become a vehicle engineer.

Bruce nodded, and the two children breathed a sigh of relief. If Wayne held them accountable, they would surely end up in a miserable situation.

Then, Schiller looked at them and said, "Since the daycare center in the living hell can't meet your educational needs, then you can come to the technical college of Gotham University. Don't you like cars? Then go and learn to repair cars."

The little rascal widened his eyes and said, "Technical college? But that's a place for adults to go to school. We are so young, can we really get in?"

Schiller reached out and took an application form from the side and began to fill it out. He said, "Here we don't look at age, we only look at level. You can all remove the tires of the Batmobile, which has surpassed all the students here."

Schiller did not exaggerate. Repairing cars and repairing the Batmobile are two completely different technologies. The technical gap is ridiculous. Although these two children have not reached Bruce's level, they are also top-notch talents. It would be a pity if they can't receive a good education.

"But. I don't like sitting in a seat and reading. I really can't read." Jason complained: "I can't memorize those things at all."

While writing, Schiller said: "It doesn't matter. You can only take practical classes. No one in that college will ask you to write a paper. As long as you can do practical operations, it's fine."

Jason scratched his head and reluctantly accepted this statement. He patted the little rascal's shoulder and said: "Hey, brother, you can finally learn more professional knowledge. We will have a big meal to celebrate later!"

After Schiller wrote the registration form. He gave them one each and asked them to take it to the Academic Affairs Office to report. After the two walked away with their arms around each other, Schiller looked at Bruce again.

Bruce coughed and said: "I really didn't lie. There is a mysterious man who can disappear at any time and broke into Wayne Building. I don't know how he left. I'm still investigating..."

Schiller observed Bruce's body movements and felt that he didn't seem to be lying, but in his impression, Gotham should not have such a villain.

Gotham's villains all have a very distinctive style, that is, they are crazy and confident, not sneaky at all.

They are obsessed with spreading their ideas to the world, and they do not hesitate to create various murders and bombings to attract attention.

But the mysterious man described by Bruce is more like a thief, and a thief with special abilities. This kind of villain is completely not Gotham's style. Without some grievances, ideas, and philosophical thinking, how can he survive in Gotham?

Schiller thought of the so-called great king he had heard before. It cannot be ruled out that this person has a very high-sounding name, but is actually a sneaky thief. Schiller has also done this kind of thing, for example, naming a psychedelic drug as wine.

Schiller handed the stack of papers to Bruce, but Bruce didn't take Schiller's hand. He looked into his eyes and said, "You go to the library to write your papers, and I'll deal with the thief."

"How are you going to deal with him?"

"Catch him."

"You mean, you're going to break into Wayne Building and catch the thief there?" Bruce asked, and then he continued, "Then I think the thief is not a big problem, and it's okay not to catch him."

"I thought your condition had improved, but I didn't expect that you still have such a serious paranoia. What do you think I want to do? Fight with that thief there and then collapse the entire Wayne Building? Do you think I'm the helicopter engine?"

Bruce Wayne reached out to take the stack of papers, and what Schiller didn't expect was that he followed Schiller's words and made a joke:

"I would rather do this, at least the helicopter engine won't delay my graduation."

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