American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman

In the spacious lecture hall, the sound of the leather shoes of the professor in suit and leather shoes stepping on the floor is very clear, the tone of the lecture is clear and the rhythm is gentle, but there is almost no sound behind the desk except for the "swiping" of taking notes.

Most of the students sitting here are wearing FBI training uniforms, that is, blue shirts with black ties, and student ID cards hanging on their chests. Most of them have their hair cut short. Very energetic.

Most of the students sitting in the front row straightened their bodies, their backs were not close to the back of the chair, they put their hands on the table, and looked up at the screen behind Schiller intently.

Some of the students in the back row were copying notes with their heads down, and some were discussing the case with the people next to them in a voice so low that it was almost inaudible.

The young man sitting on the right side of the front row had dazzling blond hair. After the lecture sound paused for a while, he put down his pen, stood up and walked to the podium, whispered a few words to the professor, and then faced The student held out a hand and said:

"With me as the dividing line, my right side is the positive side, and my left side is the opposing side. Every three rows are a group, sharing a debater position."

"Now, I will pass on the material I gave you later. The reading time for the material is half an hour, and the group discussion time is half an hour. After one hour, the speakers will take turns from right to left. The form is free debate. There is no requirement for the length of the speech, but Different groups of the same party should not have completely the same angle of discussion..."

"You can call me Alan. I will observe and record this debate. After class, come to me to check the speech record and sign it. The professor will grade you based on your class performance and transcript."

Barry nodded to the left and right, withdrew his hand, and then sent the materials to the first row. Everyone passed the materials to the back in silence, and then began to read them seriously.

Barry walked out of the classroom without hesitation. After a while, he moved a table and a chair to the side of the podium, picked up his notebook, recording pen and pen and sat down.

After reading time and group discussion time. At the beginning of the debate, Barry took notes while listening, and occasionally looked up, and Schiller, who was standing behind the podium, glanced at what he wrote.

Schiller knew that Barry didn't use the Speed ​​Force, but his handwriting was still very neat, even in shorthand, the size of the letters, the spacing between the words, it looked very pleasing to the eye.

But soon, Schiller's attention was attracted by the content of the debate in the field.

It is true that he has not heard such a meaningful debate for a long time. Even if the secret service students in the field are only 30 years old at most, they are still in the grade of students, but almost every debater who speaks has a loud voice and clear words , and quite logically.

More importantly, after taking turns speaking for two rounds, the theme has not deviated, and no one has substituted personal emotions, and no one has attacked the loopholes in the other party's words. Instead, they are all discussing the facts, presenting facts and evidence, or Strengthen your logical rationality.

Schiller's reason is telling him that this is normal. These people have all been screened by the FBI, and they have also been screened by the conservatives in the FBI. They are all quite good candidates. It is reasonable to say Human language and being able to control one's emotions are the basic skills of adults.

But Schiller still felt a bit of surprise and emotion in his heart. He couldn't remember how long it had been since he heard a piece of authentic East Coast rap in a class debate.

They obviously had guns on their bodies, but they were able to get along peacefully for more than two hours. Schiller even felt that he had witnessed the most glorious chapter of American law and order.

What moved him even more was that after the debate, Barry handed in a neatly written and complete debate record without any blood on the paper.

At the bottom of the record, the names of all the students were neatly signed, all of which were legal names, and they were all spelled correctly.

Standing in front of the podium, Schiller took off his glasses and looked at his slightly tired expression. Barry thought he was doing something wrong, so he said cautiously: "Sorry, professor, my shorthand experience comes from As an intern in the court, the habits of the court may be a little different from the classroom, you can see if there is any problem in this record, I will correct it now, and I can remember it better next time."

"You did a good enough job, with neat handwriting and complete content." Schiller said as he flipped through the pages of his notebook.

"Don't be embarrassed to say that this is also accumulating work experience for me. I think classroom debate shorthand and physical evidence records have something in common. If you can point out where there is a mistake, when I am doing my job, say Maybe the physical evidence analysis report can be optimized better." Barry said very sincerely.

Schiller stretched out his hand to cover half of his face and said, "You can draw inferences from one example, and you value your professional ability very much, and you are willing to work hard for it. You have a stable mentality and strong initiative."

Barry was a little confused by his words. Schiller didn't sound like he was praising him, but just evaluating him from an objective point of view, but it didn't seem like he was just evaluating him.

"Okay." Barry shrugged and said, "When do you want to review today's debate reflection and summary essay?"

Schiller opened his mouth and said hesitantly, "Can I choose the time?"

"Of course." Barry didn't understand why Schiller asked such a question. He said, "If you want to finish the review tonight, I will try to collect it after dinner. Those who have no class in the afternoon should have finished writing, and then tomorrow morning Take it again and deliver it to your office tomorrow before lunch."

"If you are not free tonight and tomorrow, then I will collect them tomorrow afternoon and give them to you in the evening."

"Are you sure they can finish?" Schiller asked hesitantly.

"It's just a 500-word essay." Barry said in surprise, "Isn't it finished in an hour? When you left homework before, I wanted to ask if you left too little..."

"An hour? Time without the Speed ​​Force?"

"Of course not! Not everyone has the Speed ​​Force!"

Seeing Schiller's expression, Barry seemed to have thought of something. He folded his hands on the podium, looked up at Schiller and asked, "Then what kind of papers do you usually receive at Gotham University?" ?”

"There are several types." Schiller said while sorting out the records in his hand, "The most common one is to ask for 500 words, but only write 300 words, and it won't be accepted for a week."

"There is another kind, which requires 500 words, writes 50,000 words, and discusses topics with amazing creativity and innovation, which can be directly published in journals."

Barry's eyes widened in shock and said, "Then will they publish it?"

"It can't be published. There are too many swear words and anti-human parts." Schiller shook his head: "At least half of the content is these."

"There is another kind..." Schiller pursed his lips and said with an indescribable expression.

"A 500-word essay, three trips to my office, five trips to my home, one week to go back to contemplate, one week to dream, three days off for business entertainment, three days off for family chores, three trips to his home, five trips to the company, Doubt your academic level for a week, doubt your teaching level for a week..."

Barry swallowed his saliva with his eyes wide open, glanced at the black umbrella placed next to the podium and said, "How did this kind of student survive under your hands until now???"

The more Schiller spoke, the lower his voice became, and he looked down at the neatly written classroom shorthand.

He now has a deep understanding of what it means that there is no harm without comparison, what it means to endure the more you think about it for a while, and the more you think about it when you take a step back, the more you lose.

Seeing the black air around Schiller, Barry couldn't help taking a step back instinctively.

In an instant, the Speed ​​Force covered the surface of his body, and after the Flash started running, he only left a sentence: "I have collected my homework."

At the same time, in the warehouse at the end of a small village in western Mexico, Clark stood with his hands on his hips in front of a huge black tractor with a very hideous shape, and exclaimed together with Diana, who was also looking up at the tractor.

Bruce was still squatting on the side of the tractor for debugging. Clark opened his mouth and asked, "So, you've been working on this for the past few nights? Is this... a bat tractor?"

"There is no such thing." Bruce denied: "This is an ordinary tractor."

"But you obviously printed a bat pattern on the hub."

"That's just for decoration."

"Wings on the steering wheel..."

"Personal aesthetics."

"But it and your Batmobile are a bit..."

"coincide."

Bruce replied without looking up while **** the tires, Diana poked Clark with her elbow and said, "Don't force a young master in the city to admit that this is a member of his collection, you Would you like to see a tractor among a bunch of luxury sports cars?"

"It's not because it's a tractor." Bruce stood up with a wrench and said, "Precisely because it's just a tractor, and it doesn't add any functions that bat equipment should have."

"Of course, this is only version 1.0. The materials here are limited, and the strength of the materials is not enough. I plan to install reasonable fire suppression equipment, add flight functions, and create a defense system that is immune to explosions and radiation..."

"Stop, stop talking, I'm going to add a psychiatric registration to you." Clark interrupted Bruce.

Clark sighed, stepped forward and patted Bruce on the shoulder and said, "Look at your dark circles, have you not slept for several days?"

"Well, Bruce, I know you are also worried about the speed of spring plowing here, but you don't have to work so hard. You work day and night and let us go several days faster than planned, but if it hurts you It's not worth the money." Diana also stepped forward to dissuade her.

At this time, Green Arrow walked in with his Mexican friend in a hurry. He was not too surprised to see the tractor. After all, he had seen the crashed Batmobile when he was on an isolated island. This is the style, so I just said happily: "Great, we finally have the equipment, and the time is completely in time, we will start plowing the land now!"

Bruce nodded and was about to climb onto the tractor~www.NovelMTL.com~ Oliver quickly rushed forward and grabbed him, saying, "You don't need to drive the tractor yourself, we have plenty of hands."

Clark simply hugged Bruce's waist, dragged him directly to the ground, and said, "Didn't you say that this is an ordinary tractor? Then Diana and I can drive it too. What you have to do now is to go to the tractor Get some sleep."

"Did you forget what you said before, don't do everything yourself, and leave others a chance to exercise?" Clark said, staring into Bruce's eyes.

"Of course I haven't forgotten, but the situation is special now. No, I'm not referring to the spring plowing of this land. There are more urgent things to do."

Several people stared at Bruce with puzzled eyes, but Bruce turned his head to look at Clark and said, "Do you remember the question I asked you before?"

"what is the problem?"

"Can I grow broccoli?"

(end of this chapter)