In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 433: Metropolis Suspect (19)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

, the days when I was a spiritual mentor in Meiman

In the guest room where Clark was, Schiller put the umbrella at hand, moved a chair and sat down, then looked at Clark and asked, "How is Metropolitan University doing?"

"Well... Actually, it's okay. I only started college this year. I heard that after the new mayor took office, the Metropolitan University has more funding and a new playground lawn."

Clark wanted to sit up from the bed, because he thought it was a little impolite to talk to others while lying on the bed, but Schiller waved his hand to signal no.

Schiller turned around and adjusted the position of the desk lamp to make its light softer, then he looked at Clark and said, "Now there is no one else, you can tell me how you got here Is it right?"

"I, I really am..." Looking at Schiller's eyes, Clark suddenly couldn't continue speaking. He felt that he had been seen through by the professor, but he didn't know why.

"You don't have to worry, Clark, you are not the only one with special abilities in this world." Schiller sighed slightly, and continued: "I can understand, you don't want to be seen as a monster by others, you want to be a monster." An ordinary person wants to live in a society of ordinary people, and so do I."

Clark's lips trembled, but he turned his head away silently, as if he didn't want to talk about this issue, but the moment he turned his head, he saw a ray of flames emerging from Schiller's hand .

Clark stared wide-eyed and looked at Schiller's hand. There was no mechanical device there, but the flame was jumping and burning in his hand, brighter than the light of the desk lamp.

"My God! You...you too..." Clark opened his mouth, as if he didn't know how to express his feelings. He supported the bed with his arms, let himself sit up on the bed, and then crossed his legs Get up, turn to Schiller's side, carefully staring at the flame in his hand.

"This is so cool, are you a magician?" Clark poked his head very close, and Schiller sighed when he saw his curious expression.

It stands to reason that Superman's IQ should also be very high, but for some reason, his every move seems a bit naive, obviously he can fly faster than a fighter jet, his eyes can shoot rays, and he has a biological standpoint, But when he sees a person who can make a fireball, he still feels surprised and novel.

Schiller shook his hand lightly, and a wisp of smoke slowly rose. Clark looked away, looking up, looking expectantly at Schiller and asking, "What else do you have? Can you fly? Can you fly?" Can your eyes emit rays?"

Schiller shook his head, and for an instant, his figure disappeared, Clark was stunned, then he heard a little movement behind him, he turned his head suddenly, and saw Schiller appearing behind him.

Clark rubbed his eyes, twisted his neck vigorously, looked back at Schiller, Schiller came back from behind him, sat down on the chair again, and said, "There are many people in this world with all kinds of You are not alone."

"As for magic... I don't know magic, but magic does exist. I also know a guy who can use magic, although he is a scum." After sitting down again, Schiller took his umbrella from the side bring here.

Clark saw that there were some faint patterns on the surface of the umbrella. If you looked closely, you could still see those patterns changing between virtual and real. He leaned his head over again, stretched out a hand, and He took it back, as if he felt that his actions were a bit impolite.

"Is this a magic item? How can the pattern on it move? It looks a bit like... snake skin?"

"This is indeed snake skin." Schiller stroked the umbrella surface, and he could still feel the cold texture of snake scales with his fingertips. Got it?"

"Oh, is it that mythical story? We analyzed the spread of Norse mythology in class."

"That's what its skin is made of."

Clark's expression froze, he swallowed, and then said: "You mean, someone killed Ye Mengjiad and made its skin into an umbrella? This is not very good... "

"Are you an animal protectionist? However, even if you are, the scope of protection should not be as large as the mythical snake."

Clark pursed his lips. He stared at the umbrella for a while, then looked at Schiller and asked, "Are you also born with abilities?"

Schiller shook his head, he said: "The source of ability is not important, what is important is what you want this ability to do."

"I think so too." Clark's tone agreed very much. He said, "Although I don't know why I am different from ordinary people, I think I can make good use of this ability."

"It also includes winning the long-distance running championship in your department?"

Clark showed an embarrassed smile, and he said: "Actually, I couldn't control this ability well until I was admitted to the Metropolitan University."

"That day, the photography teacher took us to familiarize ourselves with the equipment. He found that I had great strength, so he introduced me to the track and field team. During the training, I accidentally ran a little fast."

Schiller asks, "How fast...?"

Clark pursed his lips and said, "The speed of accidentally breaking the world record."

"Then, my coach just happened to see this training, and he said I was a genius, and he insisted on letting me participate in long-distance running competitions."

Clark showed a distressed expression, and then said: "Before I came here, I was thinking about how I would get rid of it."

"The competition within the university scope is not bad, but if you really become a professional athlete, it seems a bit too shocking to beat all the veterans in less than a year after debuting."

"And..." Clark put his finger on his chin, and said with some hesitation: "Since you also have special abilities, have you ever experienced it, that is, that kind of..."

"Do you ever feel that it's a little unfair to ordinary people when you compete against them?"

Schiller took out a medical record from his pocket and kept writing. Between writing and drawing, he raised his head and said, "Tell me in detail."

Clark looked at his medical record with some curiosity, and Schiller straightened up and said, "I forgot to introduce myself to you. I am a professor of psychology. I taught psychology at the Metropolitan University before. During the criminal psychology class, I also took master's and doctoral students."

Clark's eyes widened, he immediately sat up straight, and then said: "Oh, sorry, Professor, I'm a little disrespectful, I'm still quite curious about psychology, and I've even taken basic courses in psychology."

"It's nothing. At the same time, I'm also a psychiatrist, so if you tell me about your troubles, maybe I can help you solve them. You know, my consultation fee is very expensive."

"Oh, professor, you are so kind." Clark smiled cheerfully.

In some respects, Clark's temperament is similar to that of Spiderman Peter, except that Peter tends to be shy. He seldom expresses his feelings directly. nerd.

But Clark is much more cheerful, full of energy and enthusiasm, especially when he shows that iconic smile, it makes people feel like they want to trust him unconsciously.

Clark also took a look at the professor in front of him. He seems to be a very standard scholar. His pronunciation and intonation are very similar to those professors Clark saw in the university. His pronunciation and grammar are a little bit scholarly. Unique hypocrisy, but the tone is very reassuring.

Thinking of himself again, Clark sighed slightly, feeling a little mixed for a while.

During the period between his high school graduation and college entrance, many things happened. Originally, he wanted to take advantage of the holiday to go home and spend some relaxing family time. As a result, a sudden snowstorm wiped out all the students. The students of Metropolitan University are all trapped in their dormitories.

Actually, he said today that he came out to fight the fire, that is, he wanted to find an excuse to let himself breathe. After all, his college life was slightly different from what he imagined, which brought him a lot of trouble.

Many literary and artistic works mention how people with special abilities live in a society of ordinary people. Clark has also read these works, but according to his current experience, these works None of the descriptions are realistic enough.

It is actually very difficult for a person with superpowers to completely hide their specialness. Clark has a deep understanding of this. When you lift it casually, you can lift several tons of heavy objects, making you invulnerable and flying at will. , in many things, it is difficult not to use this advantage of oneself.

For example, when you are only a few minutes late for class, but the traffic on the road is blocked, Clark can hardly control himself to fly for a short distance, and arrive on time during the flight and at the end At the time, he felt quite happy, but afterwards, he would feel an inexplicable guilt, as if he had cheated in a game.

This kind of feeling gradually accumulates, but there is nowhere to confide in. Therefore, on this night, Schiller showed him that he also has special abilities. It is not surprising that Clark felt that he could understand him.

Clark sorted out his thoughts, and then opened up the chatterbox.

"When I first entered the track and field team, everyone was very friendly. At the beginning, I just did some chores, such as delivering water and towels after their training, and helping to carry some training equipment."

"I don't think there's anything wrong with it. I know that the newcomers in the club are all doing this. At that time, they will tell me that I have worked hard, and they will encourage me to participate in training together soon."

"Although it sounds strange, that time was the happiest time I had in club activities."

"So, what happened next?"

Clark sighed, and his tone became a bit complicated: "That day~IndoMTL.com~ they were training for a relay run, and one player was injured and couldn't play, and no other substitutes came, only me Newcomer, managing the training equipment."

"A senior came to me and asked me to train with them. As the last stick, I didn't think too much, so I followed him on the field."

"In the first few strokes, our team lagged a lot, so when I ran at the end, I was a little anxious, and then..."

Clark pursed his lips, showing a somewhat sad expression, he said: "I saw that the captain of the other team was a little upset, because they were leading at first, but they were overtaken when I was good. "

"Later, a member of my team told me that the captain of the other team has always been the best in the club, and the team he led has never lost."

"I wanted to apologize, but I felt that it would make him even more angry, so I didn't go, but who knows, the next day, he came to me and wanted to compete with me in long-distance running. "

"Originally, I wanted to lose to him deliberately, but the performance of the relay race that day was seen by the coach. The coach found me and hoped that I would perform well and win honor for the school."

"Because the captain's tone was not very good when he came to me, I was also a little angry, so during the game, I ran a little fast..."

"And then broke the world record?"

"I told them that the timer was broken, and the other students believed it, but the coach obviously didn't believe it."

Schiller smiled and said: "After a long time in the line, even by visual inspection, you can measure the approximate data,"

Clark sighed deeply, and he said: "Since that time, everyone in the track and field team has been a bit..."