In the early morning after the typhoon, the weather will be a little better, and the dark clouds that have been hiding over Gotham have also dispersed a little, and after a night of violent rain, the air is rare to freshen.

Jason, who was standing by the window, stretched his waist, moved his neck, and called the little slippery head who was still sleeping in the bed, and after the little slipper got up, he washed up and asked, "Are you going to have breakfast today?"

"Of course, the school cafeteria is still delicious." Jason patted his chest and said, "I'm growing up, I need to eat more."

"I'm not going today, I still don't understand the transmission structure that the teacher talked about yesterday, I'm going to go over in advance and ask the teacher."

Little Slippery Head was about to go out with his book in hand, but Jason stopped him and said, "Don't go yet, or I'll bring you one, do you want a burger or a burrito?"

"Get me a burrito, but no sauce, it's too salty." Slippery pushed the door open and walked out, and Jason, who was standing behind him, shook his head and said, "What a weirdo with weird tastes."

Suddenly. He covered his forehead again and said, "Oh my God, the transmission structure ...... What did the teacher emphasize yesterday?"

Realizing that it was still early, Jason sat down on his bed and said to himself, "Sometimes, I envy him for finding something he likes to do."

He put his hands behind his head, leaned back on the pillow and said, "...... What do I like? Do you repair your car? But I steal tires just to sell them for money, do I really like to fiddle with those mechanical parts?"

Jason shook his head, as if he felt a little puzzled, and suddenly, he jumped up, re-moved his body, and said, "Jason, you don't have such a good life, you can do nothing, just lie down and count the money, let's go."

Soon, Jason came to the cafeteria, because the vocational and technical college started classes earlier than the college, so at this time, most of the people eating in the cafeteria were students of the technical college.

They all knew the two younger kids, who had just joined, and Jason waved to greet them.

Jason's popularity is very good, and he can mix anywhere, thanks to his experience at the bottom of Gotham.

To know. In a place like Gotham, being able to become the leader of a neighborhood kid gang requires not only intelligence and courage, but also a high level of emotional intelligence.

In a sense, children are more difficult to manage than adults, make more mistakes, and spend more energy. Help them get some things out of trouble, but at the same time not make other children who didn't make mistakes feel unfair.

The Capuch-tails led by Jason are famous all over the street because their leaders are more leadership than others, and they can always solve all kinds of unimaginable troubles and protect the safety and interests of their gang members.

Little Slipper will steal the tires of the Batmobile in order to practice his skills, but Jason is not, he is just to earn money to subsidize the gang, and later help Little Slipper is only because of righteousness.

When he was really asked to come to school to learn car repair, he was not so interested.

With his own food, Jason planned to find a quiet place to eat, and then, in the corner of the cafeteria, he saw a familiar figure, it was Schiller.

Originally, the teacher's cafeteria and the student cafeteria were separated, but because the main cafeteria would not open so early, and the chefs had not yet gone to work, Schiller ate in the student cafeteria these days.

There was not a single student near Schiller's seat, but the diagonal of his seat was crowded with people, many of whom were terrified of the professor, fearing that he would not like them, and then freeze them with umbrellas.

But Jason's thinking was very unique, he thought it was fun to be frozen, so he was not afraid of Schiller at all, he happily walked over with a plate and asked, "Professor Schiller, can I sit here and eat?"

Schiller looked up at him and said, "Of course, what do you want?" Hamburg? How can there be a burrito?"

"Oh, that's for the little slippery head," Jason shrugged, put the plate down, and said, "He said he didn't understand a transmission structure yesterday, and he wanted to ask the teacher this morning, so."

I'm in the classroom now."

"He's a good student, and he's a good fit to learn it." Schiller nodded and said, "In the future, he will be a good automotive engineer."

"Really? Do you think so?" After Jason sat down, he picked up the burger, opened the wrapper, took a bite, and asked, "What about me?" What do you think I'm going to do in the future?"

Schiller smiled and said, "You have to ask yourself, what do you want to do?"

Jason sighed, and Schiller thought it was funny, because Jason was still a child, but he always liked to make an adult look, looking serious and funny.

"It's because I don't know what I want to do, I want to ask people, and I want to invent cars with me, but in fact, I don't have any additional interest in cars, I go to pry the tires of the Batmobile, just to sell them for a high price."

"Do you really want to make money?" Schiller asked.

Jason shook his head and said, "Actually, I don't need that much money, but there are a lot of children in the Capuch Gang who can't go out to work, so I have to make as much money as possible to subsidize the gang."

"But it's much better now." Jason smiled and said, "The older children can go to sell newspapers, cigarettes, or deliver things, and the younger children can also go to the nursery school, where not only does it not charge money, but also takes care of a meal, otherwise I can't leave, and those little ghosts, as long as no one is watching, will definitely cause trouble."

Seeing that he had another look of sorrow like that of an adult, Schiller found it very amused, and he asked, "So, you want to lead the gang?"

Jason hesitated for a moment and said, "I don't know what it means to lead a gang, is it to develop a gang to the strongest? But I ......."

Jason paused for a moment, as if in thought, and then he said, "I don't know if the gang is doing the right thing, everyone does it, so I can only do it, but I don't like robberies and I want to avoid ......firefights as much as possible."

"I don't know if I have the courage to put the children who grew up with me on the front line of the fire, so that they can be wounded and bled to make money for me."

Schiller looked at him and was a little surprised, not because of this point of view, but because Jason's ability to express himself was far beyond the level he should have at his current age, and he was able to express some questions that should be very ignorant at this age.

There are many people who feel a certain emotion in their hearts, but they don't know where this emotion comes from, and there are many people who know where this emotion comes from, but there is no way to express it clearly through words, and there are many people who have the ability to express this emotion clearly in words, but because of their personality, they are ashamed to say it.

In the process of feeling and expressing, there are many difficulties to overcome, generally speaking, it is necessary to improve this ability through the accumulation of knowledge and experience of things, but there are also some people who are born with stronger talents.

They are more sensitive to their own and others' emotions, and at the same time, they can express the emotions they perceive with very clear logic, and the process of expression is very smooth and will not be hindered, which is actually a very special ability.

Schiller cut off a small piece of steak and put it in his mouth, looked at Jason and asked, "In an environment where no one else is going to do good, would you like to swim against the tide and be the special one?"

"What is used to distinguish good from bad?" Jason asked, "I don't want the kids in my gang to starve, so I'm going to steal tires and sell them, and I've read in the newspapers, and they say it's wrong to steal, but I can't watch the Capuchin kids go hungry."

"They're going to starve. It's because their parents don't raise them, and their parents don't raise them, maybe because they died in the fire of the gangs, or because they were oppressed by the gangs and didn't have time to take care of them."

"So, I went to steal the tires of the gang members, just to ask them for payment for raising children, and I don't think it's a bad thing."

Schiller stared at Jason and said, "What about stealing the Batmobile's tires? You know, Batman is a vigilante who stops crime."

"That's because of him

It's rich." Jason said very bluntly, "He lost a tire, and this loss may not be enough for him to eat, but if that tire can be sold, the curly tails will not have to worry about food for two months."

"Do you think rich people deserve to be stolen? Or is it the same crime, and you think that the crime of the rich should be forgiven?"

"I don't know." Jason replied, "I often wonder, why are rich people rich?"

"I wonder, where does the world's money come from? The newspaper says that the money is printed by the bank, so why can't the bank print a little more so that everyone can have money?"

"Why is it that a rich man is so rich, but he is not willing to pay his employees a little more?"

"They know in their hearts that for them, just a beautiful piece of jewelry or a sculpture can feed the poor and children for months, and they don't want to give it because they don't see it, or because they don't care?"

Schiller looked at him with a smile and said, "If you were rich, would you be willing to give your money to the poor?"

"That's what makes me wonder." Jason shook his head and said, "When I was a poor man, I wished that the rich guys could do more, but when I fantasized that I was a rich man, I thought about buying a big house that I liked, or going on an adventure in the West, is it really normal for me to think like this?"

Jason took another bite of the burger and said, "The newspapers never talk about it, but the books that Little Slippery showed me don't tell me, they only tell me how the motor works."

"But. Makes the motor spin faster, can it really keep everyone from starving?"

"Do you want everyone not to go hungry?" Schiller asked.

"Of course!" Jason raised his voice, stared at Schiller and said, "There's no one in this world who doesn't think so, right? Everyone thinks how great it would be if everyone didn't go hungry and everyone could afford what they wanted. Isn't it?"

Schiller asked again, "Do you think this can be done by stopping the bad or by promoting the good?"

"Can't we be together?" Jason shrugged his shoulders and said, "It's all fantasy anyway, and I think it's perfectly okay to do it together, on the one hand, so that criminals don't commit any more crimes, and on the other hand, let those who do good deeds be rewarded so that they can do more good deeds."

"What do you think can be done to stop crime?" Schiller asked again.

"I don't know, but I just know that it doesn't seem like it's okay to put all the criminals who have committed crimes in prison."

Jason pursed his lips and said, "Gotham has been arrested for so many years, and there are still criminals, and it can be said that the police are not working well before, but since the sheriff named Gordon came, the efficiency of the police is still quite high, but Gotham is still like this."

After eating the burger, Jason put one hand on his face and said, "I don't know why, my gut tells me that forbidding bad things and encouraging good things should actually be one thing, but I don't know what it is."

Schiller's eyes grew brighter and brighter, but Jason glanced at the clock hanging on the wall and said, "Oh my God, it's almost class time, and I have to study the drivetrain again......

"I'll go first, Professor, and we'll talk another day."

"Wait a minute!" Schiller stopped him and said, "I like what you just said......

"What?" Jason asked, a little confused.

"Making the motor spin faster can't keep everyone from starving, at least not for a short time."

"What can be done?" Jason asked subconsciously.

Schiller smiled, looked at him and said:

"If you want to know the answer, I'd suggest you change your major."

"Changing majors? Change to a major?"

"Psychology."