The first law of Gotham is that here, things will always go in a bad direction, and if you have a bad premonition about something, it will definitely come true.

And the second law of Gotham is that in Gotham, no matter how correct your intentions, how clever your methods, and how well your plan is, they can make a mess for you in the end.

This vocational school, co-founded by more than a dozen big gangsters, is located in the living hell of the East District, because of the construction and renovation here, the hardware facilities have become the best in the entire East District, and it is also the only place that can be found in the entire East District, and the environment and atmosphere are relatively suitable for the school.

Note that it is relatively more suitable.

By the time Schiller came to Living Hell again, it had changed dramatically.

The renovated living hell, although it is still so complicated and crowded, at least it is no longer old and dilapidated, the alleys are still very narrow, but at least they are clean, and the corridors are still very cramped, but at least the light source is sufficient, and there are signs, so that people will not get lost.

The vocational school is located in an empty room on the 8th floor of the building on the east side of the living hell, with a terrace on the 8th floor, which can be used by students to move around freely.

Originally, it was designed to be a laundry room, but due to the change in the route of the water pipes, it was left vacant.

The great location with a terrace is, of course, controlled by the Mooney Gang, the largest gang in the area, and the Mooney Gang, who are also forced by a dozen other big gangs to hand over this position to open a vocational school for them.

So far, things have been fairly normal, and while the incident itself sounds a bit ridiculous, it hasn't surpassed Le's knowledge of Gotham.

Just as Schiller had expected, the gangsters welcomed him warmly and invited him to give a lecture here.

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There are no special requirements for the content of the course, in short, what to say to the children of the Falcone family, then to tell the students.

Schiller had anticipated this for a long time, so he did not shirk it, and stepped onto the podium, intending to talk about the history of Gotham City and the development of the gangster industry as he usually did at Falcona Manor.

This classroom was quite large, at least compared to the other rooms in Living Hell.

But the forty or so students below were already packed, and when Schiller walked to the podium, he glanced down and found that the people below were all quite young, the oldest was no more than 20 years old, and the youngest was probably in his early teens.

This is also normal, the gang bosses are not stupid, of course they know that a drunkard in his thirties and forties, even if he can come to school, he will not have any future.

And these young people, even if they have a bit of a bad habit now, at least their brains have not been poisoned by alcohol, and the speed of learning things is definitely faster than that of middle-aged people.

Schiller had a habit of starting a class by roll call, no matter where he was in class.

As a result, the class didn't even have a roster, and the gang boss who was staring at the bottom of the stage could only take a piece of paper and ask the students to write their names on their own.

The paper turned around underneath, and when Schiller put it away, he covered his forehead and said a little helplessly: "Well, it seems that the situation here is worse than I thought." ”

But he did his best to maintain the professionalism of a teacher, Schiller said: "First of all, I need you to write your real name, not your nickname and nickname, who is this man called Tyre?" Can you raise your hand and show me? ”

The little fat man at the bottom raised his hand, and he smiled triumphantly at the side, and then shouted: "It's me!" Teacher! I'm the tire! Tires that will explode! ”

"Okay, then tell me what your name is? What's the last name? ”

"That's what my mom and everyone around me call me because I'm born fat."

"Then you have to have a last name, right?"

The little fat man wrinkled his face and said, "Before I was born, my dad died, and I don't know what his last name is, and as for my mom, I only know that her name is Bonnie......"

"Okay, you sit down." Schiller continued to look at the piece of paper and said, "Then this is called ...... Who are the people of the Red Truck? ”

A black man in a red jacket with lip studs and nose rings stood up and said, "It's me!" I'm the king of drag racing in this film! Teacher, do you want to ship goods? Look for me! From Living Hell to Elizabeth Street, I can drive there in 10 minutes! ”

"Then you are really ......" Schiller paused, and after he thought about it, he realized that it would take at least 40 minutes to drive from here to Elizabeth Street. Arriving in 10 minutes?

Another voice immediately rang out in the classroom: "Come on! You ride a motorcycle, what can your motorcycle carry? ”

Schiller looked up and saw that the person who spoke was a white girl with a tattooed flower arm, and he asked, "What's your name?" ”

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"I don't have a name, most of the people here don't have a serious name, you can call me Rocket, it's the most powerful kind, hahaha......" The girl and her classmates around her laughed.

Schiller sighed, and he continued to look at the name on the piece of paper, his gaze moving down his fingers, and soon, he found a distinctive handwriting.

The handwriting of most people on this piece of paper is like ghost drawings, English letters, and strokes are simple enough, and they can write like insects crawling, but among the handwriting of this pile of insects, there is a very special handwriting.

Its letters are not only written in a regular manner, but also have some traces of a flowery pen, and Schiller pronounces the name: "Oswald Copot......"

He just wanted to look up to see who it was, and then he was suddenly stunned, why is this name so familiar?

It can't be such a coincidence, right?

As a result, as soon as he finished pronouncing the name, a short figure sitting in the corner stood up, his face was pale, his eyes were sunken in his sockets, and there was a hooked nose that did not look very pleasant, and he raised his hand and said, "It's me, teacher." ”

Schiller opened his mouth, he felt that what he wanted to ask was a bit out of place, after all, the boy who raised his hand should have looked like he was only in his teens, probably younger than Bruce.

He can't go up and ask, will you become the famous villain penguin man of Gotham?

That's right, Oswald Copote's very special-sounding name should not have a duplicate name in the whole of Gotham, if it is not surprising, this should be the penguin man in his teenage years.

Schiller took a closer look at Copote, and he saw that the boy was a little short and gloomy, but also polite.

After all, you also have to see what kind of demons and monsters he is in, most of the students sitting here are in the same style as the red truck, wearing all kinds of bright coats, with six or seven holes in their ears, most of the blacks have dirty braids, and the white people have strange hairstyles, full of tattoos, and they sit on chairs one by one as if they have thorns on their buttocks, and they move seven times a minute, if it weren't for the gangster bosses standing on the wall, they would have made a big fuss.

In this environment, Cobot seems very normal, even a little Sven.

He was wearing an obviously old suit, which didn't fit well and didn't know where it came from, with a plaid shirt underneath and a meticulously groomed neckline, even the cufflinks were fully buttoned.

He had black hair, trimmed sideburns, no messy holes on his face, no obvious tattoos, and looked pretty good except for the hooked nose that made him look a little gloomy.

I don't know why, Schiller looked at such a penguin man, he was even a little moved, it turned out that there were still normal children in living hell.

That's right, compared to the black second generation of these painting style demons dancing wildly, the penguin people can even be regarded as following the rules.

Schiller thought back and found that this might be normal, originally in the comics, the Penguin Man was an aristocratic gangster who liked to pretend to be elegant, often wearing a top hat, holding a cigar, and had a lavishly decorated restaurant.

Although the little penguin has not yet developed to that point, he has some clues, and he is dressed in an old-fashioned way, like a man of the nineteenth century, and it is inevitable that he is a little out of place.

Cobott sat alone in the corner of the classroom, completely uninvolved in the exchange of words with the others, just looking at Schiller with a somewhat blank look.

Schiller felt that he was a little familiar, but he really didn't remember where he had seen the future penguin, he thought about it for a while, and found that he couldn't, so he left it behind.

Schiller cleared his throat, and there was a lot of quietness at the bottom, and he said, "There should have been a teacher who came to give you a lecture before, but I want to straighten out the discipline in this class, there are two things in total. ”

"First, make a roster, I don't care if you have a name before, anyway, now, you have to make up a name for yourself, this list is only one with good handwriting, then let him come, you make up the name and tell him, and then let him write it on a piece of paper......"

"The second thing is to choose a class leader, who is responsible for arranging the class schedule and arranging the time for classes to start and end classes...... That little fat man called Tire, I think you are very popular, just you, after each teacher gets out of class, you go and ask him when the next class will be held, and then record it in the class schedule. ”

The little fat man opened his mouth, obviously not expecting such a big thing to fall on him, he looked at a gangster standing by the wall as if asking for help, the boss glared at him, and the little fat man had to say, "Okay, but, teacher, I can't spell the names and words of some subjects." ”

"Then go to Copote, he should be, I see that his handwriting is good, and when the time comes, let him write out the class schedule and stick it on the wall."

Kobert obviously didn't expect that Schiller would actually give him the task, he seemed a little restrained, and he didn't have the temperament of a villain who would make trouble in the future, he muttered a few words in a nervous whisper, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Schiller is not engaged in special treatment, or he has a fancy for the future penguin.

What he said was the truth, and Cobot was the only one in the class who could write and understand, and such a complex name could be remembered and spelled correctly, and no one else would be left to him if it was not handed over.

As soon as Schiller shouted for the end of class, the classroom below was in chaos, and Copote hid in the corner, not saying a word.

Looking at this scene, Schiller shook his head, in this kind of city, even the most basic vocational education is really a long way to go.