"I think it could have been a mistake to start with the math." In the study of the Thinking Tower, Batman spoke.

"There are two kinds of people in this world, one who is biased towards abstract logic, and the other who must have concrete examples to use their wisdom." At the desk in Stark Tower's office, Stark said.

Soon, the dim light of the study blended with the bright light of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the two tables were placed in the same space after the complex background receded.

Schiller turned to the left, and Batman held up a piece of paper behind the wooden desk, saying, "Physics is the most interesting science subject, and it has a wider range of applications, and of all the science theories, I am best at physics." ”

"Of course, of course, of course, I was born for the natural sciences!" Stark stood behind the table on the right and said, "Or maybe it should have been born for me, and when I was born, all the laws of physics in this world would have cheered." ”

"Physics is divided into many categories, mechanics, electronics, atomic and molecular physics, quantum mechanics, astrophysics, etc., each of which is to explore the nature of matter and the laws of mutual motion." Batman's voice is extremely rhythmic.

"This is one of the most romantic disciplines in the world, it is a real analysis of everything around us, and how the whole world works, if you aspire to the truth of this universe, you must go down the path of physics." Stark's voice was gentle and gentle.

"Next, I will elaborate on the basic definitions of what is covered in fundamental physics, such as mechanics, thermals, optics, electromagnetism......" Batman slowed his tone, and he paused to continue.

"There is no doubt that the essence of physics is application." Stark nodded and said, "Observe first, then summarize, and then apply." ”

Schiller's soul stood like a high wall, standing between two geniuses, and the changing light of day and night could not stop these voices from being sensible or passionate, low or high-pitched.

I don't know when Schiller's consciousness has fallen asleep, but this exchange has not stopped.

They were teaching Schiller with their own genius of science, and at the same time letting the other teach themselves.

And those knowledge that hovered in front of the door of the memory storehouse and could not enter the thinking tower at all were completely disassembled, crushed, and reorganized in the collision of the two genius sparks of thought.

It becomes a newer, higher, closer to the truth, and is sent together into the Tower.

And at the very bottom of the tower, a sickly little boy holding a cloud of gray mist in his arms, they looked up together.

At the very top of the tower, the huge bat phantom and the iron demon god looked at each other from afar, looked at the turbulent wind and clouds above, sickly half knelt down, looked into the eyes of the little boy and said:

"Everyone's instinct is a manifestation of natural nature, but unfortunately, the natural nature of a person with scholar-type autism is to focus too much on one aspect and then distract from all others."

"Every autistic person is a specialized genius who shows amazing talent in only one area and seems to be unable to take care of himself in others, which is a talent and a curse."

"We can deduce the responses necessary for social interaction, but we can't deduce the genius of science, we are not geniuses in mathematics or the natural sciences, we have neither such thinking nor sufficient inspiration."

"But it doesn't matter, when our souls are in tune with true geniuses, we understand the gifts of others and we can function and our minds will converge with the frequency of the tremors."

"Arrogance is in tune with Batman, greed resonates with Iron Man, and from the talent of great scientists, a little bit of genius is spared."

Pathologically looking into the eyes of the ego and saying, "The consequence of our lack of this kind of thinking is not just that we cannot engage in research in these disciplines. ”

"This extreme rational calculus and the most fundamental thirst for truth should have been the reins of emotional madness, which we lost before, and now we have recovered."

"Stay focused, stay calm, let the endless data and calculations fill your brain, become a logical machine, no more experience, no more empathy, and take a completely different path."

"Balance your personality with a balanced mind, and get back what you are lacking."

With a sickly low voice, greedily shuttling back and forth between the study and the surface consciousness, he seemed to have completely fallen into a half-asleep coma.

Both Batman and Iron Man realized what kind of great genius they were talking to, and as a result, they were talking more and more about something esoteric, from bat gear to steel suits, from energy to power, from history to the future.

They are all desperately trying to instill their knowledge and learning into the trait of greed, and only the trait of greed that does not refuse to accept it can accommodate this almost infinite wisdom.

Schiller became the link between the two great geniuses, and as a result, as the pinnacle of the clash of gold and iron slid towards the slow, low tail, the two huge phantoms looked at the Tower of Mind in unison.

They know that they should give a most precious gift to their friends, to the bond between them, to the people who brought them here, to meet them.

Soon, a brick fell from the top of the thinking tower, which had not been broken through for a long time, and then many bricks, layers of bricks appeared out of thin air, and they were firmly connected with the tower.

Brick after brick sliced through a smooth arc to where they belonged, and in an instant, the tower had nine more floors, and all the knowledge that had not poured into the memory warehouse was stored here.

These boring data, incomprehensible symbols, and design drawings that ordinary people can't understand at all don't have to change the world, but should change their friends, so that a specialized genius has one more way to go.

And then they weren't enough, and when they reached out, a thick gray mist rose from the base of the tower and soon spread to their fingertips.

The gray mist leaped for joy, circled around the top layers, and let out a cry of surprise.

And when the symbiote factor came into contact with the tremor of the soul, every cell of him was trying to understand the astonishing wisdom of the two geniuses.

The symbiote is dependent on the host, and when Schiller's mind gradually moves towards equilibrium, the gray fog finally breaks through, and he transforms the original technical memories that relied on experience into true genius thinking and inspiration.

This means that he will not only repair, but also create, not to copy and transform like a symbiote, but to create like a human.

Eventually, the two giant phantoms greeted each other in the air, they didn't get any technology from each other, but they didn't need to get any technology either.

When two geniuses shake hands in the same soul across the universe, no single technique is sufficient to describe such a great understanding, and no language can describe such a harmonious soul resonance.

And after the soul tremor gradually stopped, Schiller suddenly woke up, a clear sound came, Schiller instinctively trembled, he turned his head, and saw a glass of warm water placed beside him.

"Who said Stark doesn't take care of people?" Stark's brisk tone rang in Schiller's ears.

"Thank you." Schiller rarely went back sarcastically, but frowned and took a sip of water, saying, "Where did you just go?" What happened? Why do I feel a little bit of a headache? ”

"It's nothing, I'm just asleep again." Stark squinted slightly, walked back to the back of the suit display, began to adjust the equipment, and said, "Seriously, I didn't even know that my voice was so hypnotic that it would make you sleep 12 times in half an hour. ”

"It's not your problem." Schiller shook his head and said, "Physics is fully responsible." ”

"If you were to say that, then I would have to admit that it was my problem, physics is innocent, and so is mathematics."

"It seems that I really am not this material." Schiller squeezed his eyebrows together with some pain and said: "You should have seen the symptoms of autism in the case analysis, we just can only tend to one talent, there is a high concentration in this area, but if you change the aspect, it is easy to lose concentration." ”

"Of course, I've seen it." Stark curled up behind the display rack of the suit, adjusting the connection of the lower half of the parts, and he continued, "A lot of autistic children will be quite talented in memorizing words or art graphics. ”

"They can even draw an entire city with a pen, including every street detail, but sometimes they don't even know how to wear socks, and many people call them 'cursed geniuses.'"

"But I think genius is genius, and there is nothing to say about being cursed." Stark shook his head and said, "Wisdom is not cursed, those so-called cursed manifestations are just the shortcomings and imperfections that people have originally. ”

"I didn't expect you to say that." Schiller was indeed a little surprised, he took out a medical record book from his pocket, and said, "Okay, the teaching time is over, and then it's time for psychotherapy, what's going on?" ”

"Oh, by the way, you said before, you opened the screen in front of me like a peacock, and I didn't notice it at all, so you feel sad and wronged......"

"That's your hallucination!"

"Absolutely not."

"That's what you're dreaming."

"It can't be."

Schiller rolled his eyes, stood up and walked to the suit display, looked at the armor nicknamed "Rebel", and said:

"Before, there was such a hard-mouthed guy who broke into my room and pressed my head to learn math, ha, he finally got out, he must have been thrown out by the superego, but unfortunately, I didn't see his embarrassment......"

"No, he wasn't thrown out."

"How do you know?"

"I just know."

"Why?"

Schiller originally just asked unconsciously, and glanced at Stark's face at the same casual pace, and Stark, who was carrying a wrench, slowly stood up and faced Schiller.

When the rich golden sunset outside the floor-to-ceiling window shone on Stark's face, those brown eyes were half like a sparkling lake, half like a dark and deep sea.

With Schiller's shocked expression, Stark's body stiffened, and the low, not like his voice echoed through the room—

"Because, I'm Batman."

For this bit of vinegar, I made dozens of chapters of dumplings!!!

Finally got the two of them together!!

It's over just meeting? Inexistent!

We are united!

(End of chapter)