Schiller, who was standing at the door, slowly narrowed his eyes, and at this time, the Flash with the freezing gun in his hand realized that he might have said the wrong thing, he immediately laughed twice, took a step back and said: "Sorry, I recognized the wrong person, I'll leave now......"

After saying that, the light of the divine speed force covered his body, but in the next second, the huge white wings directly slapped him to the ground.

Lucifer, who had just come up from downstairs, was still wearing his pajamas, and looked at the group of people upstairs impatiently and said, "My dear neighbors, don't you sleep at night and rehearse a play here?" …… Schiller, why are you here? ”

"It's a long story." Schiller walked down the stairs with an umbrella as a crutch, glanced at the Flash who was slapped to the ground by Lucifer with his eyes, tapped the ground beside him with the tip of his umbrella, and said to Lucifer, "Catch him, I have something to ask him." ”

Lucifer maintained his original posture unchanged, but the brilliance of the speed force that had just permeated the Flash disappeared, and the Flash lay on the ground, hammered the ground with his fist, and then turned to Schiller with an eight-toothed grin.

"Professor, you must be curious about the future, right? Then let me ......"

"I'm more curious about your paper."

The Flash let out a cry from his throat and lay on the ground dejectedly, Schiller turned his head to look at the previous Barry and asked, "I remember you said that the Flash has infinite time." ”

"Almost." Barry also walked down the steps, stood beside the cosmic congenital, crouched down and looked at him, and said, "The speed of time in the speed force is different from the outside world, because the speed is too fast, so it may feel like you have only passed a second, but I have already done it for a year. ”

"Being late is unbelievable for the Flash, and we have plenty of time for whatever we do."

The Flash, who was lying on the ground, immediately looked up and glared at him, his expression as if to say, "How can you betray me?" ”

"Stand up." Schiller tapped the tip of his umbrella to the ground again.

The Flash sighed, got up from the ground, patted the dust on his body, he was not wearing a uniform, just a sweatshirt and jeans, and his face was younger than Barry in uniform, or rather his demeanor and the direction of his facial muscles looked younger.

"Grade?" Schiller asked.

"Just a junior."

"In what direction?"

"Forensic Information Investigation and Physical Evidence Technology Science."

"I'm talking about psychology."

"Temporal Psychology in Basic Psychology."

"What about the specific research directions?"

"A Study of Time Perception and Time Personality."

Schiller frowned slightly, he looked at Barry and said, "You are studying forensics, why do you want to study the direction of temporal psychology?" ”

The Flash glanced left and right, then raised his eyes to look at Schiller, muttered without speaking, and then he looked at Schiller expectantly and said, "Professor, why don't I tell you about the future first?" ”

"You'd better finish your paper first."

After speaking, Schiller reached out and patted Barry, who was standing next to him, and said: "You can also use the speed force, then the two of you should be in the same time in the speed force, now, enter the speed force and watch him finish the paper." ”

The eyes of the two Flashes widened together, and one of them, the Flash from the future of this universe, looked at Schiller's increasingly unkind gaze, shrunk his neck, and just wanted to say the excuse of refusal, Schiller interrupted him

"Didn't you say the first draft would be handed in tomorrow? This means that you should have at least half of the time you have written, and you shouldn't be the kind of bad student who starts making up homework frantically the night before the deadline, right? ”

"I ...... Probably not. ”

Seeing Schiller's gaze staring at him closely, the expression on the Flash's face gradually turned to sadness, he hammered his arm, sighed and said, "Okay, I'll write it now." ”

After saying that, the light of the speed force spread again, and Barry, who was standing next to Schiller, also entered the speed force, and the speed power of the two was also connected, and after flickering for about three seconds, Flash suddenly had a few more pieces of paper in his hand.

The Flash stepped forward and handed the dozen pieces of paper to Schiller, but Schiller looked at Barry in the Flash uniform, looked at his slightly haggard face and asked, "How long did it take him?" ”

"It didn't take long." Barry squinted at his younger self and tugged at the corners of his mouth helplessly.

When Schiller took the paper, he looked at the Flash as if to say, "Don't think I don't know what you've done."

Then, he began to look down at the Flash's paper, which was handwritten and neatly written, but considering that the Flash had almost unlimited time, it wasn't much of a plus.

To Schiller's surprise, this Flash from the future wrote a good paper.

Although there are no innovative results, it is not easy to summarize and demonstrate the knowledge of predecessors in this direction of one's research at the undergraduate level.

When reading the first few pages, Schiller also felt that maybe it was because The Flash had more time than others, but the more he turned back, the more he felt that the papers written by the Flash were really good, and many things were not grinded out by grinding time, but had his own opinions, and at the same time expressed them very clearly.

And by the time we turn the last few pages, Schiller's surprise and satisfaction have been replaced by another emotion, a very complex emotion, if I have to sum it up in the simplest language, it is "on the other hand......"

After reading it, Schiller handed the paper back to the Flash and said a few words of encouragement, but did not see any surprise on the Flash's face.

This is actually not normal, because Schiller is a relatively strict teacher, because the requirements are very high, so there are very few students who can meet his requirements, and there are very few students who can be praised.

Even Schiller's protégé, Evans, did not develop his ability to be unsurprised in the face of Schiller's praise until the latter part of his senior year.

The Flash's performance shows that he may have been praised by Schiller more than once, which means that his usual results are not bad, at least they are certainly much better than someone.

Thinking of this, Schiller felt more and more that his breath was holding in his chest, but he was not good at the Flash.

Schiller always had a special preference for students with good academic performance, so he just patted Flash on the arm and said, "Your parents live here safely, there is no danger, you can go back." ”

After the Flash left with Professor Speed, who had been frozen into ice, Barry followed Schiller downstairs, he looked at Schiller's expression, and said with some confusion, "What's wrong?" Professor? You don't seem to be happy? Haven't we solved a big problem? ”

Then, he hugged his arm quite complacently and said, "It seems that my academic performance in this universe is not bad, of course, if he is your student, he must be a famous teacher and a high apprentice." ”

Schiller's footsteps paused, and suddenly he turned his head and looked at Barry from head to toe, and Barry was chilled by his back, and he shivered, rubbed his arms with both hands and said, "What's wrong?" Professor? Do I have something on my face? ”

"You graduated from Canterlot University?"

Barry nodded and said, "I have two master's degrees, and I originally wanted to continue studying for a doctorate, but then there was a good job in the procuratorate in Central City, so I didn't choose to continue studying, but went straight to work." ”

Schiller continued down the stairs, asking as he went, "Did you infiltrate the FBI's West Coast College in order to capture Swan?" ”

"Yes, I know he has a relationship with the new FBI director, Free, who sent him to this so-called West Coast Academy just to fight against you, and I didn't know you had special abilities at the time, and I thought you needed help."

Barry shrugged his shoulders and laughed a little embarrassedly, as if he was amused by his unfounded worries, but he didn't expect Schiller to look back at him and say, "I do need help, there were too many students in the academy at that time, I need a teaching assistant, would you like to come?" ”

"But I have something to ......do," Barry said as soon as he stopped, and he thought about it for a moment, and then said, "Wait a minute, I don't seem to be fine, Swan is not in danger for the time being...... No, I'm afraid I'll have to find a way out of this universe, I can't stay here forever, can I? ”

"I'll say hi to Amanda tonight and let you come to the training, and we'll see you tomorrow morning at 8 o'clock in the classroom."

"I ......"

"If you still want to get out of here, it's best not to be late."

Looking at the back of Schiller's departure, Barry shook his head helplessly and whispered, "...... The villains that Batman needs to deal with are all the same as him, and he never gives others a chance to speak. ”

And when Schiller's figure was about to disappear into the darkness of the staircase, Barry seemed to think of something suddenly, and he was about to ask, but he stopped.

Barry looked back at the glimmer of light coming through the upstairs door.

He overhears a conversation between a family of three coming from the room, and it seems that Mr. Allen has promised Barry Jr. to go to the street tomorrow to buy fishing gear, while Mrs. Allen is complaining that the two of them have turned their luggage in a mess.

Listening to the trivial everyday conversation, Barry could barely suppress the corners of his mouth raised.

But at this time, he was just standing in the dark corridor, this bright light could not shine on him, and the harmonious and friendly family of three had nothing to do with him, they were people of two worlds.

Barry knows that the parents who really grew up with him will never come back, his operation to save his mother has completely failed, regrets can no longer be remedied, and sadness and powerlessness will never go away.

But for some reason, whenever he thinks of having a cosmic self living the happy life he dreams of, he feels that he can also reconcile with those imperfections and regrets.

The obsession with utopia engraved in the genes of human beings cannot be destroyed by cruel reality, even if they fantasize about the possible existence of a parallel world and live the happy life they want, they can give a little comfort to the tired traveler, not to mention what they see with their own eyes and hear with their own ears?

At this moment, Barry suddenly understood that Batman didn't need a lifebuoy.

In these countless universes, the vast majority of Batmen are unfortunate, they float or sink in the sea of suffering, but they can never touch the shore.

What they want is not the encouragement of the people standing on the shore, nor the lifebuoys thrown to them by the people who have the spare strength, but a person who stands on the shore and tells them that there is hope for the days that hold on to the darkness.

Of the countless bats flying over the alley, there is always one that makes it to a bright and warm nest.

And when the bat, which fell into the darkness halfway, raised its head, saw the fire at the entrance of the cave, and heard the snoring sound coming from the cave, it could also imagine that it was a good night.

can also use this as a campfire in the long night, guarding the lonely roots and waiting for the dawn.

(End of chapter)