Gotham City, on a morning that was neither sunny nor warm, Gotham University students ushered in their psychology final exams.

As Evans handed the roll down, there was a howl of ghosts and wolves in the classroom, followed by the sound of leather shoe heels on the marble floor outside the door, and for a moment, the classroom fell silent.

Schiller packed up his umbrella and walked into the classroom, nodding with satisfaction when he saw that everyone was writing hard.

Then he put the umbrella on the ground, put his hand on the umbrella handle, stood in the middle of the classroom and said: "The time of this exam is 1 hour and 40 minutes, theoretically speaking, you can submit the papers in advance, but I am very bored here, and I will definitely review the papers you hand in in advance." ”

"At the very least, you'll have to make sure you're writing enough for me to read until you walk out the door of this classroom."

"In addition, although I did not let you sit separately, it is best not to talk to each other, please write neatly on the scroll, do not allow the use of flowers, and most importantly, please be sure to write your name clearly, I mean the name of the law, and don't let me repeat the same as the week when I started, and repeatedly emphasize that I should not write a nickname."

"Alright, let's start answering the questionnaire."

Then the classroom fell completely silent, except for the rustle of pen tips on the scroll.

Gotham University has never had a classroom with such a strong learning atmosphere, Bruce looked up in between the next pen, sitting in front of him to the right, is the nephew of the East End hyena, this guy has been smoking, drinking, fighting, and brawling since he was a teenager, a pure bad boy.

But now he was sitting in his seat, and 10 minutes had passed, and he was still writing hard, or his brain, which was full of alcohol and tobacco, could still support him to write.

Sitting to Bruce's left is Gotham University's famous graffiti kid, who is good at spraypainting, often making a mess of walls, and even spraying his big head on the walls of the hallway of the principal's office when Shelton enforces the campus prohibition.

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He was almost at the end of the day, he couldn't write the first essay question, and he was drawing all kinds of patterns on the scroll.

Bruce glanced at it with good eyesight and found that he was painting Schiller, but unlike those spoof graffiti, Schiller under his brush, with his back to a black sun, his hands outstretched, and some particle-like patterns were surrounding him, the whole picture looked weird but handsome, but I don't know if Schiller would like to look at his elaborate creation and give him two more points.

Half an hour later, more than two-thirds of the people were still writing, which was a miracle at Gotham University.

In the past, when the final exam was held, first of all, there would be a few thorns who were directly absent, and the seats must be unsatisfied.

10 minutes after the start of the exam, many people will finish the simple and easy-to-write multiple-choice questions, throw down the pen and hand in the paper in advance, and leave directly.

In the past, after 20 minutes, there were only a few people left in the whole classroom, and even if they stayed, they didn't go to write those essay questions, but they didn't arrange it after that, and they just slept while the classroom was quiet.

But now, Bruce glanced up at his watch, and 40 minutes had passed, and half of them were still writing.

None of them dared to turn in the papers in advance, and even though most of them had racked their brains and were teetering on the edge of their skills, most of them were still biting their pens and sitting in their seats, hoping that their small brains would be able to squeeze out a few more words to write on the papers, trying to make the professor less angry when he saw the answers that were somewhere between illiterate and semi-literate.

In fact, even if it is an introductory textbook to psychology, it is difficult to involve all the proper nouns, names, theories, and definitions.

Not to mention these Gotham University students who are not used to learning and not knowing, even those students from prestigious American schools must have a preview before giving special lectures, otherwise it is easy to fall into the dilemma of a blank brain.

Memorization is a difficult task in itself for these students whose brains have not been spinning for a long time, let alone in a week or two.

By the time the hour had passed, and most of them had stopped writing, Bruce jotted down a list of those who were still working scratch paper, which would be the backbone of the psychology club he would form in the future.

He thought about it, and still wrote the name of the graffiti boy, after all, the club always has an artist for publicity.

After waiting for 1 hour and 40 minutes, when the professor sitting in front of him slammed the "curl" from his mouth and slammed it on the floor, the classroom resounded one after another exhalations, and it was obvious that they were all about to go crazy.

When the papers were finished, no one dared to leave, until Schiller nailed all the papers, checked the number of copies, checked the names, and then left the classroom with a stack of test papers, and the classroom exploded like a bomb that suddenly exploded.

"Oops! I can't fill in the blanks for most of the time, and it's over! ”

"Damn, I intensified my memorization of the definition of psychology last night! But you didn't take the test?? If I had known, I shouldn't have been so much time ahead! ”

"I wrote the answer to the second essay question on the fourth, and oh my God, what can I do? I'm sure I won't get a single point on the essay question! ”

"Which of you wrote the graduate application? Evans, did you write it? Yesterday my dad told me that if I could go to graduate school with my brain, I might as well expect our dog to climb trees! But my dog is a corgi ......."

"I still owe two papers that I haven't handed in, and I have to make them all up before the holiday, otherwise I'll be scared this holiday, don't think about having fun......"

A few people gathered at Bruce's desk, they were the first members of the club that Bruce invited, and Rainey, a graffiti kid with a fluorescent yellow forehead guard, said, "The professor will like my paintings, I can tell that he is an artist." ”

"But he might prefer to see your correct answer." Bruce said.

"Come on, I don't know anything, and memorizing will pollute my brain." Rainey touched his nose, he was a typical Germanic species, with green eyes and a bit of freckles, and wore reggae style clothes.

And who's to say that's not the right answer? Who says you have to write to answer a question? It's the same with drawing, I'll pass! ”

"Okay, I'll pay you to help me paint a poster, it's bigger, it's more impactful, and it's used to promote this community, and the price is whatever you want, but I hope it must be shocking." Bruce said.

Rainey snapped his fingers and said, "Guy, you've got the right person!" There's no one in Gotham who knows how to shock people better than I do! ”

Several people put their heads together and muttered.

"What? You're saying you're going to ......"

"You're a genius......"

"Add me one, I'll come too!"

"It was a big surprise...... That's right, I'm looking for ......."

"Maybe for the sake of this face, he will give us a passing grade......"

A few days later, Schiller was accumulating anger while grading papers, and although he had already expected the level of the non-academic and unskilled students at Gotham University, he still didn't expect them to be able to do this.

Since he didn't want to be polluted by the academic rubbish, Schiller planned to work overtime today, finish all the papers in one go, and then give most of them a failing grade.

Suddenly, he heard a shrill chirp from the window of the office building, a bit like a fire siren, but shorter and sharper than that.

Schiller stood up and looked out the window, and saw that some of the lights were flickering, and it was only dark, far from the time when the street lights were on, and most of the teachers and students had not yet left the school.

He heard a noise from downstairs, as if someone was calling his last name, and Schiller put down his pen and left his desk and walked to the window.

The entire side of the opposite building was encased in a huge curtain, and Schiller had heard that it was a wall renovation, and he didn't often walk that way, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

But as soon as he reached the window, the curtain on the opposite wall fell instantly, and there seemed to be a huge graffiti on it, as high as a seven-story building, and a row of spotlights suddenly lit up, illuminating the side of the entire building as bright as daytime.

It was indeed a huge graffiti, with Schiller's back at the bottom, and a black sun with countless strange patterns on top, surrounded by several circles of flames made up of golden patterns, and Schiller's figure standing in front of it.

Schiller's figure is almost blended into the background of the black sun, or this huge sun, like his shadow.

Schiller stood in front of the window, his eyes were first shaken by the high-powered spotlights, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw such a picture.

Schiller: "......"

Symbiote: "...... Wow. ”

The side of the entire graffiti reads: "Join the psychology club, face people's hearts, and face this black sun." - Blue Ghost Rainey"

Schiller looked down and saw a group of people standing at the bottom of the building waving excitedly at him, it was most of the psychology students at Gotham University, including Bruce Wayne.

Schiller looked up again and looked at the black sun composed of countless strange patterns, it was full of a bizarre and terrifying aesthetic, which made people unable to take their eyes off it, as if the soul was about to be sucked into it.

Terrifying, weird, bizarre, absurd, but full of beauty that makes people fall into it.

In retrospect, Schiller recalled that "Gotham" originally meant "village of fools", and it was indeed full of all kinds of ridiculous fools, who did not know where to live and die.

But again, it's full of geniuses with unparalleled talent and a mesmerizing vitality.

Schiller was indeed somewhat fascinated, this bold and bizarre absurdity, full of a special vitality that is not found anywhere else in the world, like a terrifying vine climbing from the bottomless abyss, but also like a top-notch work of art comparable to countless masters.

Schiller knew more than these students, but he had just understood that he hadn't learned one thing yet—

It is true that he has not yet learned Gotham.

All the people who live here are crazy, but at the same time sober.

This dark city doesn't need anyone to correct it, they live so madly in the abyss, living a twisted and strange vitality.

This life force grows out of the darkness, and the people here use madness as a blade to reach the heart of anyone so accurately.

Schiller stared straight at the black sun, and he thought, perhaps, that the people here are incomparable geniuses, and that the only fool is himself, everyone who tries to act as a savior outside the comics.

The people here have a brain that doesn't know anything about psychological theories, and they can see through their professors like mind reading.

The black sun is also the sun, which is a very accurate profile of Schiller.

Schiller's incarnation is indeed not a scorching sun, but a sun that does not shine and has no heat, a black sun.

After a few minutes, Schiller put his finger on the foggy glass and wrote a line - "You passed." ”

In an instant, there was a loud cheer downstairs, and under the black sun, it was as if the people were reveling in the light of this never-bright star, reveling for the celebration of the new life.