Chapter 9 Alumni

Dumbfounded as Daredevil in a dark red leather suit sat beside him, Ymir came back to his senses, he looked at Daredevil and said with some horror: "Daredevil? What should I call you? ”

Daredevil reached out and groped for Ymir's chest, and he laughed, "You're a student at Columbia?" ”

Columbia University, the full name of Columbia University in New York City. It is a private research university located in New York City, United States, one of the Ivy League schools.

A somewhat stunned Ymir was awakened by Daredevil's voice, and he naturally blurted out: "Yes, sir, I am a student at Columbia University's United Theological Seminary, currently studying classics, linguistics, history, and theology. ”

Daredevil nodded, with a bit of appreciation in his godless eyes: "Very good, erudite and learned!" ”

Ymir heard something in Daredevil's tone, like some kind of reminiscence and past, and he wondered, "How did you know I was studying at Columbia?" ”

Daredevil let go of the clothes he was fumbling with, and pointed to the place where the school emblem was embroidered on the chest of the shirt: "Columbia University, founded in 1754, was called 'King's College' at the time. This is its coat of arms, in the middle of which is a shield, inlaid with three crowns with a cross. This is because the Anglican religion at that time was Christianity, and the king was also the head of the state religion. ”

So it was, and Ymir looked down at himself.

Only then did he realize that the clothes he was wearing, although it looked like an ordinary light blue tracksuit, was prominently marked with the letters "COLUMBIA" on the tracksuit, and then under this line of English was the Columbia University emblem that Daredevil had just touched.

Columbia University is indeed the most prestigious institution of higher learning in the world, one of the Ivy League universities in the United States, but Ymir does not think that a blind person like Daredevil can recognize its emblem just by groping with his hands.

There are so many famous schools in this world, and there are many famous schools in New York City, Daredevil has no reason to be familiar with the logos of these famous schools, right?

Perhaps sensing the confusion in Ymir's mind, Daredevil stood up, and he took off the mask on his face to reveal an ordinary face. He smiled and stretched out his hand: "So, let's get to know you formally, I'm Matt Murdoch, J.D. from Columbia University." Now a lawyer in New York City and your alumni mentor. ”

Ymir was stunned, he knew he was in a world of superheroes, but he never thought superheroes would be so close to him.

Somewhat dazed, he reached out and shook hands with Daredevil, introducing himself, "Ymir Freddy Longinus, nice to meet you"

Daredevil said with some displeasure, "Don't say 'you', you can call me Matt." ”

"Oh, oh, okay, Mr. Matt"

Don't look at Ymir's neatness when he dealt with Old Babu just now, it was because he was supported by the resentment hidden in his heart. And from his subconscious, he is still relatively separated from the people in this world.

To put it bluntly, he hasn't realized that this world is actually real. The people and objects that Ymir came into contact with were not simply just passers-by in movies and comics, but each had its own background.

After witnessing the brutal death of the old Babu, Ymir put himself in the right place. Just now, he used a very cruel method to kill a living person.

Ymir's mind is confused, and the only person he can now ask for advice is Matt, an alumnus standing in front of him, a senior from Columbia University.

He said with some hesitation: "Mr. Matt, I"

As the words reached his lips, Ymir swallowed back, not sure how Matt would react to his actions. However, Matt was apparently not frightened by the death of old Babu, who was originally blind.

What's more, in Daredevil's dictionary, there has never been a sense of soft-heartedness. I don't know how many more bad guys died at Matt's hands than Imir.

Matt is more concerned about Ymir's heart at this moment than the dead old Babu.

Even though he arrived at the apartment late, Matt could still feel the yin energy emanating from time to time in the teenager's body, a negative energy full of vicious resentment, although it had become very faint under Ymir's restraint, but it still could not hide Matt's superhuman touch.

Matt smiled kindly, and he asked Ymir, "Is this person a bad person, and are you a bad person?" ”

Old Babu is naturally a bad guy, but Ymir, who just killed someone, doesn't have the face to say that he is a good person.

Matt changed back to his normal attire, put on a suit and sunglasses, and it was hard for anyone who didn't know to imagine that he was the superhero who was active in this sinful and dark hell's kitchen - Daredevil.

He stretched out his hand and led Ymir out of the hallway, out of the apartment, and said, "You probably think you've done something very evil, don't you?" ”

Immir didn't know what Matt meant, and he explained, "I don't know what kind of person old Babu is, but he insulted my sister Kathleen, and I couldn't restrain myself for a while, so I killed him by mistake." ”

Is it really a mistake, in fact, it may not be, but Matt has no intention of delving. He nodded and said, "Okay, I'll tell you a story, I wonder if you have the patience to listen?" ”

Of course, Ymir would not refuse, and Matt recalled with a frown as he walked forward: "Imir, like you, I grew up in this Hell's Kitchen. I'm most familiar with every tree here, and politicians and builders now call it Clinton or Manhattan, but each district has its own soul, and that soul doesn't change just by changing the name of the district. ”

Perhaps because of the fact that he also attended Columbia University, the school's students have always been known for their love of knowledge. A typical Columbia student is born with a weak, wise, and passionate intellectual.

Such a person, if he were in another neighborhood in New York City, might be respected for his knowledge, or at least respected. But it won't be here, it's Hell's Kitchen on the West Shore of Manhattan Island.

If you want to survive here, knowledge won't help you much. Matt was the same when he was a child, thin and bullied. His childhood memories are filled with the bravado of strong boys.