The more Bruce listened, the more frowning he became, and he said, "But if you don't go to school, don't you know even basic grammar?"

"What does that matter?" The fat boss didn't care, shook his head and said, "You just need to learn how to pretend at the gangster family's gathering, and it just so happens that the cigar you brought today is very good for my taste, and I will teach you how to ......

"Listen up." Bruce said.

"First of all, there's nothing wrong with your dress, this suit should also be a good material, it seems that you have a bit of a family, but this alone is not enough, you have to learn to speak, just right, Doyle, you shouldn't have learned this either, you are stained with his light......

Doyle smiled at Bruce, Bruce nodded slightly, didn't say anything, the fat boss took another puff of cigar and said, "Let me ask you, if you meet your opponent in a mansion, you have had a little friction recently, at this time, he came up to you and said, the food here today is really unpalatable, I see you have eaten a lot, what does he mean?"

Doyle frowned first and said, "I think he owes a beating! He thought the food was unpalatable, and said that I had eaten so much, wasn't that just scolding me for being tasteless? I'll make him look good when I go back!"

Bruce frowned, and he said, "These two sentences should be a progressive relationship, expressing the same meaning, if it is just a provocation, there is a simpler way to say it......

The fat boss smiled and said, "It's still this ...... What's it called? Oh, Matchman Malone, or he's smarter, what this sentence actually means is, the two of us shouldn't be here now, you've eaten about the same, let's find a place to talk."

"And because you have had friction recently, and he took the initiative to find you, he should want to take a step back and show weakness to you, but his weak attitude is not obvious, because he is unwilling to talk to you about this matter in public, this is more like telling you, we all have problems two days ago, but for this little thing, it's not worth it, this matter is just settled, but if it happens again next time, I still won't let you."

Doyle and Bruce glanced at each other, Doyle shook his head and said, "Fortunately, my territory is relatively remote and not so particular, if it weren't for my brother-in-law's east wind recently, I wouldn't be able to come here."

Bruce felt a little headache, as if he was back in psychology class, and he remembered that Schiller had given two behavioral lessons, and in those two classes, Bruce slept very soundly.

An overly magnified analysis of someone's words and deeds is not a psychotic act here, but a very reasonable and frequent behavior.

It's all like shrouded in a hidden mist, and on the surface, everyone is a civilized person in a suit and leather shoes, shuttling between the lights and candlelight, nodding and smiling, spinning and dancing, restrained and polite not like a gangster.

But behind all the prosperity is the eye of scrutiny, the eyes of calculation, the whispers of contempt and ridicule, and the silent conversation.

Bruce feels like he's stepping into a new world where everything behaves differently than before, but he's more concerned with what the rules are good and bad about, and where the key lies.

He instinctively felt that the issue of his son's education that Doyle had mentioned earlier might be the key, so he asked again, "Of course I know that these rules should be learned, and if I have the opportunity, I would like to learn them too, but don't I need the knowledge taught in school?"

The fat boss shook his head and said, "Yes, reading more books may be beneficial, such as speaking more civilly, just like you, your education should not be low, right?"

Bruce argued and said, "Yes, I graduated from college."

Then he mentally added, "But not quite graduated."

"Yes, it's an uplift for you." The fat boss said, "Because you were lucky, you used force to kill a boss who was not very popular, and you succeeded in getting his men to follow you."

"But for a lot of other people, it's better to learn more about words and expressions than to learn that grammar, and there's no one here to teach you grammar anyway, and if you don't make up for it, you won't be in a position very much

It's been a long time."

"Of course, if I learn, I prefer my children to learn to play musical instruments and draw, and they don't have to know too much, as long as they maintain their temperament, not too obscene, and if they can have a little artistic cultivation, when they talk to others, they will also make others look up to them."

After coming out of the hospital room, Bruce kept thinking.

For a long time, he had been chased by Schiller for his dissertation, which would give him the illusion that everyone in the world had to study, that life was meaningless if he didn't study, and that if he didn't write his dissertation, he would end up dead.

But now, he clearly realized that Schiller's requirements for him were special, and it could be said that they were rare, and in Gotham, most of the gangsters did not read much, and reading was also biased towards improving temperament rather than learning knowledge.

But in their gangster life, they really don't need much knowledge, the things taught by the governess are enough, plus they have to devote most of their energy to leading the family to win the competition, and they don't have time to go to school at all.

Although Bruce is also a little unbearable to get up early and write papers every day, he thinks. If you go to the other extreme of not learning at all, you can't do it either.

Bruce's genius brain allowed him to master the most quintessential knowledge in the world at a young age of 20, far beyond his peers and even far beyond the vast majority of human beings in depth and breadth.

But in the case of knowledge, the more you know, the more you feel that you don't know enough, and the more knowledgeable you are, the more you know that there are too many things in this world that you don't understand and haven't fully understood.

The same is true for Bruce, the more he learns, the more he knows that he still has too many things he has not learned, and even feels that in his limited life, whether he can really appreciate the charm of endless knowledge, it is unthinkable for Bruce not to learn at all, without knowledge, he has no sense of security.

In the end, the rules will become more and more solidified, and the people in the rules will have less and less knowledge, and the well will shrink and shrink, and in the end it will become a well and a watcher.

The thought that Gotham's current state is still not at the bottom, and there is still room for decline, Bruce feels more and more urgent.

Even if this is the case, he does his best, but he may not be able to guarantee that the situation will be reversed, if he falls like this again and completely hits the bottom, everyone will have to die together.

After so many days of investigation and experience, Bruce understands that he is not saving Gotham, he is also saving himself.

Bruce sat on the bed in his hospital room, constantly writing and drawing with a pen, and he spent a lot of money to buy a private room for him to relax and think.

Thinking about it, Bruce leaned back on the bed and gradually fell asleep, and the next day, it was not the nurse who woke him up, but a noisy voice, and he heard a familiar voice from outside the door:

"Here! One set! Right ward! Go in one by one, two people in a room, stand outside the door of the ward and look at the house number, remember the patient you are responsible for......

"Two groups! Follow me over here! Why are you standing stupidly? Didn't I tell you about it at school? That's what the field internship is......

"What? You said you saw your dad? Now he's a patient, you know? Don't say anything about your family, it's not your parents who decide whether you can graduate, it's me......

"Three groups! Three groups! Come here......

Bruce heard the sound of approaching footsteps and hurriedly rolled over, pretending to be still sleeping, but at this time, he heard the door being pushed open and Schiller's voice appeared outside the door.

"All three groups are candidates for the top graduates, so the other two groups are all in charge of Dr. Brand, but I will personally bring the three groups, and I will bring you ten...... Oh no, it's nine, that damn Wayne didn't come."

"Evans, Evans, you come here, send this down first, everyone is optimistic about the code, come, this patient, please cooperate......

Schiller waved his hand at Bruce, Bruce stopped in place, Schiller was stunned for a moment, and he said, "Hello, this patient, I'm Dr. Rodriguez, can you please cooperate?"

Bruce still didn't move, and seeing that Schiller was about to come over, Bruce had to roll over.

When all the students saw the mask on his face, they all took a step back in unison, because everyone knew that in Gotham, there are no weak people with masks.

Seeing Bruce, Schiller was stunned, he looked Bruce up and down to make sure he was not mistaken, then stood in place and took a deep breath and said, gritting his teeth and saying:

"This patient, our three rounds of internship have begun, can you please cooperate?"

Bruce coughed vigorously, then said in a hoarse voice, "No problem, let's get started."

Looking at the masked and burned, hoarse perverted murderer reserve in front of him, all the students, you look at me, I look at you.

Everyone took another step back in unison.

Schiller glanced at him and said, "I see that this patient is not very sick, come, Evans straighten out the queue and come one by one to inquire."

Bruce saw a long line in front of him with his classmates, who he knew very well, holding a medical record book.

Bruce opened his mouth for a moment, wanting to say something, but he could feel Schiller's death gaze, and he could only lean on the bed like a normal gangster boss, lifeless.