"Wait, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with superpowers." Clark reacted suddenly, and he continued:

"Isn't that another explanation for 'doing things with consequences in mind'?"

"Yes, but I think your parents must have told you countless times that 'you need to think about the consequences of doing things', did you listen?"

Clark opened his mouth for a moment, a complicated expression appeared on his face, obviously thinking of some unpleasant experience, he sighed deeply, and then said, "Yes, my parents don't know how many times they have emphasized this to me, but I ......"

"I just felt that they didn't understand me at all, I felt that they didn't want to think about me from my point of view, I didn't know how much I sacrificed, I didn't know how sad I was, I felt very wronged, and even ran away from home because of this."

"However, this kind of decision does seem to be my own business, and it seems that there is really no superpower in determining whether to pay so much according to the gain, and judging the harvest according to the price paid...... So what was I struggling with before? ”

"What do you think a superpower is? Is it your personality subject? ”

"Of course not, I'm me, I'm Clark."

"Or, this explanation will satisfy you that your personality is made up of factors such as your education and the environment in which you live, and that superpowers are nothing more than a tool you have."

"You can say the same thing." Clark replied, a little uncertain.

"So what's the difference between it and other tools? Did your father's love and marriage with your mother, raising you, and educating you, and socializing with your neighbors, and getting along with them, have anything to do with the pitchforks that he used to do farm work? ”

Before Clark could reply, Schiller said, "It may have something to do with it, if it weren't for that pitchfork, maybe he wouldn't have been able to work, he wouldn't have the money to support his family, but that thing certainly doesn't decide whether he wants to propose to your mother, does it?" ”

Clark laughed suddenly, as if thinking of some interesting story between his parents, and after a while, he let out a sigh of relief, looked at Schiller, and said very sincerely:

"Thank you, Professor, I feel better about telling me all about it and hearing your advice."

As if suddenly relaxed, Clark collapsed on the bed, rested his head on the soft pillow, put his hands on his chest, and said, "Oh my God, no one knows, I've been so sad lately." ”

He covered his eyes with his arm, and then said: "Everywhere I go, I am worried about meeting people from the track and field club, and I am afraid that the members of the track and field club will say bad things about me to my roommates, and I am worried that I will disappoint the coach by withdrawing from the competition, and I always feel like a cheating villain......"

"It's all very normal, anyone at this age will have similar troubles, about relationships, life trajectories, etc., this is a stage of personality formation."

As if he had suddenly remembered someone, Schiller said: "Even people with a much more mature personality than you will feel similar at this time." ”

Clark seemed to hear who he was referring to, he glanced at the door, and said, "Do you mean those two guys?" Who the hell are they? How do I feel that they are a bit dangerous? ”

"It's hard to explain to you now, but after you've been in contact with them for a while, you'll know that these two people will definitely play an important role in your future life."

"Really? Do you mean I'm going to be friends with them? ”

"In a sense, they will be the ones who know you best, and you know best."

"Wouldn't it?!" Clark sat up from the bed again, looked at Schiller suspiciously, and said, "Don't tell me you have the power of prophecy, Professor, I think it's a little strange to look at those two people." ”

"Of course, this is not necessarily, and now it seems that the relationship between the two of them is a little better."

"Relational ...... All right? But how do I feel ......?"

Clark showed a slightly hesitant expression, and then, in a low voice, he said to Schiller: "First of all, I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but I have a special ability to know what's going on outside the wall anyway." ”

"I heard the two of them, one of them saying treasure to the other, and also saying that there were secrets underneath the mayor's estate......"

"Underground?" Schiller frowned, but soon, he said, "However, it has nothing to do with me, I'm going to go to sleep." ”

With that, he stood up, then took his umbrella and said to Clark before leaving, "You can stay awake all night at your age because of a small problem, but I can't." ”

"I didn't get two hours of sleep tonight, and if that's the theory, the price I'm willing to pay for a good night's sleep is greater than anyone could have imagined."

After saying that, Schiller left, Clark turned over, he was still thinking about the questions Schiller asked him, lately, he hadn't slept particularly well, so thinking about it, he slowly fell asleep.

When Schiller returned to his room, he changed into his pajamas and prepared for bed, and although it was already daylight, it was a good time to sleep because of the heavy snow outside and the gloomy weather.

Just after he had changed into his pajamas, as expected, there was another knock on the door of the guest room, and Schiller sighed unsurprisingly, then stood up and opened the door, and it was Lex Luthor who appeared outside the door.

"What are you going to do?" Schiller asked directly.

Lex looked at Schiller and was silent for a moment, then asked, "Why do you seem to be on the lookout for me all the time?" ”

"Don't you deserve to be watched out for?"

"I just don't understand......" Lex kept looking Schiller in the eye, but did not see any emotion in his eyes worthy of analysis, so he could only continue:

"Bruce is your student, and you're more familiar with him, so you're more inclined to him, I can understand that, but why do you trust that guy named Clark so much?"

Lex frowned and said, "If it's him now, will you let him go into the room?" ”

"You seem to have some basis for our judgment outside of fact, what is that?" Lex asked.

Schiller was silent by his question, and he was silent for a while, then he moved out of the way and said to Lex, "Let's come in first." ”

Lex walked in, and then he heard Schiller say as he closed the door, "That's ...... A bias that I have a hard time explaining. ”

Then he heard Schiller sigh deeply, and after Schiller closed the door, he turned around and said, "What the hell are you going to do?" ”

"I just wanted to ask you, are you really amnesia?" Leks stood in the middle of the room with his hands down, looking at Schiller.

Schiller stood across from him and nodded, and Lex frowned and said, "You really don't remember you seeing me?" ”

Schiller's eyes were glazed, and he had to admit that during this time, he had not fully learned the lessons of the previous era, and that the people who existed in reality were still filtered by the original characters.

For example, he has always been positive about Bruce and Clarke, as they are positive characters in the original books, but he has always been wary of Luther.

Although Luthor's question had made him aware of this, Schiller still felt that he might be hatching some kind of conspiracy when Lex said this.

"You don't think you've saved me before, do you?" Schiller asked, looking at Lekes.

"Quite the opposite." Schiller was a little surprised by Lex's answer, and Lex continued, "You saved me, and here you are." ”

"Two years ago, I was still under the control of my father with drugs, at that time I was very young and could only be at his mercy, in order to spy on me, he and I were inseparable, even when he came here to the banquet, he took me with him."

"I don't know what happened in between, but after that, Leonel took you to my room and said you were going to treat me, and then you knocked him unconscious and gave me a mysterious liquid to bring me back to my senses."

"Wait a minute, mysterious liquid? What is that? ”

"I don't know." Leonel shook his head, and he said, "I just remember that there was a moment when it was painful for me, and I saw a lot of crazy hallucinations, some of which still appear in my dreams until now, but they have become more and more abundant as time has passed, and now they are almost gone." ”

"Can you describe what that liquid looks like?"

"At that time, you took out a reagent tube, which was supposed to be the smallest size, with some liquid at the bottom, and I couldn't see the color clearly, but when the lid was opened, I could smell a very strong aroma of wine."

Schiller's brow furrowed deeper and deeper, and he had to repeatedly ask Lecks for confirmation, but Lecks's description was always only a few words: he couldn't see the color, he smelled of wine, and he hallucinated like crazy......

"Wine?" Schiller muttered to himself, his tone full of doubt: "How could I have had good wine before?" That's not in the underground of Gotham Cathedral...... I've been to Gotham before? ”

"I know that you don't trust me, and even if I put aside your inexplicable prejudices, I ran to a stranger like this and said that you knew me once, and no one would believe me......"

"Nope." To Lex's surprise, Schiller denied this, and Schiller explained: "That thing you just described is the evidence. ”

Schiller felt that it was unlikely that Lex had come into contact with the Dionysian factor and used it to make up such a lie, so it was even less likely that he would casually tell a few lies, which happened to collide with the attributes of the Dionysian factor.

Plus, if that's the reason, then Lex's previous attack on Benjamin and Bruce has been explained, so there's a good chance that what he said is true.

"Okay, but since you've lost your memory, I think I need to tell you......"

"As far as I can tell, you left in a hurry, but you seem to have left something behind."

"I don't know if it has anything to do with that treasure beneath the manor, but I've figured out how to give the key to Bruce, and he'll find the way for us."

"How do you know he's going to explore the way and not just take the treasure?"

Lex shook his head and said, "It's not that simple, that treasure is not the gold coins piled up in the treasure chest in the mythological story, it is likely to be dangerous. ”

"And I don't care if he takes that thing away or not, I just want to help you get back what you left behind."

Lex sighed and said, "Lyonel would want that treasure because he had heard that it could improve people's intelligence, but it was clearly ......"

"Boost your wisdom? I don't need it. ”

"Is it possible, I don't really want to get my old stuff back." Schiller sat down on the bed and sighed.

"You don't seem to care much about your amnesia?" Lex asked very confusedly, "Don't you want to know what the hell is going on?" ”

vertex

"You know, what I want to do more now?"

“…… What? Lex suddenly had a bad premonition, he felt a chill in his back, so he silently took a step back.

Then he heard Schiller's slightly sleepy and indifferent voice sound:

"I just want to sleep right now."