The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 436 Suspicious Metropolis ([-])

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

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

Clark wanted to sit up from the bed, because he thought it would be a little impolite to talk to others while lying in 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 ?”

"I, I'm really..." 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, there are more than one person 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 an ordinary person I want 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 propped up the bed with his arms, let himself sit up on the bed, then crossed his legs and turned to On the other side of Schiller, he carefully stared at the flame in his hand.

"That's cool, are you a magician?" Clark poked his head very close, and Schiller sighed at his curious expression.

Logically speaking, Superman's IQ should also be very high, but I don't know why, his every move seems a bit silly, obviously he can fly faster than a fighter jet, his eyes can shoot rays, and he has a biological attitude, but he sees It is still surprising and novel to meet someone who can make a fireball.

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

Schiller shook his head. For a moment, his figure disappeared, and Clark was stunned. Then he heard a little movement behind him, and he turned his head suddenly, and saw Schiller appearing behind him.

Clark rubbed his eyes, twisted his neck vigorously, looked back at Schiller, Schiller walked back from behind him, sat down on the chair again, and said, "There are many people with various special abilities in this world. man, 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." Schiller sat down again, and took his umbrella from the side.

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 moved his head closer, stretched out a hand, and retracted it again. , seems to feel that such an action is 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 the snake scales with his fingertips, he said, "Have you heard of the worldly python Jormungandr? "

"Oh, is that the mythical story? We analyzed the case of 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 include the mythical giant 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, "It doesn't matter where the ability comes from. What matters is what you want the 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. 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 training, I accidentally ran a little fast."

Schiller asked, "...how fast?"

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

"Then, this training just happened to be seen by my coach. He said that I am a genius and insisted that I 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."

"It's okay to compete within the university range, but if you really become a professional athlete, defeating all the veterans in less than a year after debuting, it seems a bit too shocking."

"And..." Clark put his fingers on his chin, and said hesitantly, "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 looked up 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 and taught criminal law for a while. Psychology courses, and have also taken master's and doctoral students."

Clark's eyes widened. He immediately sat up straight, and said, "Oh, sorry, Professor, I'm a little disrespectful. I'm still 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 speaks out of his heart. When he is not wearing a spider suit, he looks more like a nerdy 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 seemed to be a very standard scholar. His pronunciation and intonation were very similar to the professors Clark saw in the university, and his pronunciation and grammar were slightly hypocritical of a scholar. , 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, many things happened. Originally, he wanted to go home during the holidays and spend some relaxing family time. As a result, a sudden snowstorm took all the students of the Metropolitan University The students are all trapped in the dormitory.

In fact, he said today that he came out to fight the fire, and he just 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 the society of ordinary people. Clark has also read these works, but according to his current experience, the people described in these works Neither is 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, invulnerable to guns and guns, and fly at will. In matters, it is hard not to take advantage of this advantage.

For example, when he was only a few minutes late for class, but the traffic on the road was blocked, Clark could hardly control himself to fly for a short distance. During the flight and when he arrived on time at the end, He felt quite happy, but afterwards, he would feel an inexplicable guilt, as if he cheated in a game.

This kind of feeling gradually accumulated, but there was nowhere to confide in. Therefore, on this night, Schiller showed him that he also had special abilities, and it was 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 would tell me that they have worked hard and encourage me to participate in training together soon."

"Although it sounds a bit strange, that period of time was the happiest time in my club activities."

"So, what happened after that?"

Clark sighed, and his tone became somewhat complicated: "That day, they were training for a relay run, and one player was injured and couldn't play, and the other substitutes didn't come. I was the only rookie who was managing the training equipment. "

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

"In the first few strokes, our team was quite behind, 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 the captain of the other team was a little upset, because they were leading at first, but they were surpassed when I was good."

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

"I wanted to apologize, but I thought 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 working in a line for a long time, even by visual inspection, you can get approximate data."

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

(End of this chapter)