American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman

Gotham's first law is: Here, things will always go bad, and if you have a bad feeling about something, it will come true.

And Gotham's second law is: In Gotham, no matter how good your starting point, how clever your approach, how perfect your plan, they'll end up doing it for you in the end.

This vocational school, co-founded by more than a dozen big gangsters, is located in the living **** in the East District. Because of the construction and renovation here, the hardware facilities have become the best in the entire East District, and it is the only one that can be found in the entire East District. The environment and atmosphere are relatively A place more suitable for school.

Note that it is relatively suitable.

When Schiller came to living **** again, the place had changed a lot.

The renovated living **** is still so complicated and crowded, but at least it is no longer old and dilapidated. The alleys are still very narrow, but at least they are clean. As for getting lost.

The vocational school is opened in the empty room on the 8th floor of the east side of the living hell, and outside is the terrace on the 8th floor, which can be used by students for free activities.

Originally, this place was designed to be a laundry room, but due to the change of water pipe route, it was left vacant.

A great location with a terrace, of course, was controlled by the biggest gangster here, the Mooney Gang, and the Mooney Gang was also forced by more than a dozen other big gangs to hand over this place to them. Open vocational schools.

So far, the picture style of things is pretty normal, although this thing sounds a bit ridiculous in itself, but it has not surpassed Taylor's understanding of Gotham.

As expected by Schiller, the gang members warmly welcomed him and invited him to give a lecture here.

There are no special requirements for the content of the course. Simply put, if you teach something to the children of the Falcone family, you will also teach something to this group of students.

Schiller had anticipated this for a long time, so he did not shirk and stepped onto the podium, intending to talk about the history of Gotham City and the development of the gangster industry as usual at Falconer Manor.

This classroom is relatively large, at least compared to other rooms in Living Hell, it is already spacious.

But the 40-odd students below were already packed. When Schiller walked to the podium, he glanced down and found that the people below were still young. The oldest was no more than 20 years old, and the youngest was about ten years old. Early years.

This is also normal. The gang bosses are not stupid. Of course, if they know that an alcoholic in their thirties or forties, even if they can come to school, they will not have a future.

And these young people, even if they have some bad habits now, at least their brains have not been poisoned by alcohol, and the speed of learning things is definitely faster than that of middle-aged people.

Schiller had a habit of taking a roll call no matter where he was in class.

As a result, the class didn't even have a roster, and the gang boss staring under the stage could only take a piece of paper and let the students write their names on it.

The piece of paper turned around at the bottom, and when Schiller put it up, he covered his forehead and said helplessly, "Okay, it seems that the situation here is worse than I thought."

But he kept the professionalism of a teacher as much as possible, Schiller said: "First of all, I need you to write, it's your real name, not your nickname and nickname, who is this guy named Tire? Can you name it? Can you show me your hand?"

A little fat man at the bottom raised his hand, and he smiled smugly beside him, and then shouted: "It's me! Teacher! I'm the tire! The tire that will explode!"

"Okay, then tell me what's your name? What's your last name?"

"My name is Tire, my mother and people around me call me that because I was born fat."

"Then you have to have a last name, don't you?"

The little fat man frowned and said, "My dad died before I was born, and I don't know his last name. As for my mother, I only know her name is Bonnie..."

"Okay, sit down." Schiller continued to look at the piece of paper and said, "Then who is this guy called... Red Truck?"

A black man in a red jacket with lip studs and a nose ring stood up and said, "It's me! I'm the king of drag racing in this area! Teacher, do you want to deliver? Just look for me! From living **** to Elizabeth Main Street, I can drive there in 10 minutes!"

"Then you really..." Schiller paused for a while, and after thinking about it, he realized that if he drove from here to Elizabeth Street, it would take at least 40 minutes. Is this person flying? Can you be there in 10 minutes?

Another voice immediately sounded in the class: "Come on! You ride a motorcycle. What kind of goods can your motorcycle carry?"

Schiller looked up, and the person talking was a white girl with tattoos. He asked, "What's your name?"

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"I don't have a name, and most people here don't have serious names. You can call me Rocket, the most powerful one, huh-hahahaha..." The girl and the classmates around her laughed.

Schiller sighed, he continued to look at the name on the piece of paper, his eyes kept moving down his fingers, and soon, he found a distinctive handwriting.

The handwriting of the vast majority of people on this piece of paper is like a ghost painting. The English alphabet and strokes are simple enough, and they can all be written by them like a worm crawling. However, in this pile of worm-like handwriting, there is one The handwriting is very special.

Its letters are not only well-written, but also have some traces of cursive strokes, and Schiller pronounced the name: "Oswald Cobblet..."

He just wanted to look up to see who it was, and then he was suddenly stunned. Why is this name so familiar?

Wouldn't it be so coincidental?

As a result, as soon as he finished reciting the name, a short figure sitting in the corner stood up, his face was pale, his eyes were sunken in his sockets, and he had an unpleasant-looking hooked nose, he raised his hand and said : "It's me, teacher."

Schiller opened his mouth. He felt that what he wanted to ask was a bit out of place. After all, the boy who raised his hand should look like he was only in his teens, maybe younger than Bruce.

He can't always go up and ask, will you become the famous villain Penguin in Gotham later?

That's right, Oswald Cobblepot, a very special-sounding name, should not have the same name in the whole Gotham. If it is expected, this should be the Penguin in the juvenile stage.

Schiller took a careful look at Cobot, and he found that the boy was not only a little short and gloomy, but also gentle.

After all, you also have to see what kind of monsters and monsters he is in. Most of the students sitting here are in the same style as the red truck, wearing all kinds of bright coats, with six or seven holes in their ears, black people Most of them have dreadlocks, white haircuts are bizarre, covered in tattoos, sitting on chairs with thorns on their buttocks, moving seven times a minute, if it weren't for the gangster standing by the wall The bosses, they have long been in trouble.

In this environment, Cobot seemed very normal, even a little gentle.

He was wearing a suit that was obviously a bit old. The suit didn't fit very well, and he didn't know where it came from. He was wearing a plaid shirt. The neckline was meticulously groomed, and even the cufflinks were fully buttoned.

He has black hair, and his temples have been repaired. There are no messy holes on his face, and no obvious tattoos. Except for the hooked nose, which makes him look a little gloomy, he looks pretty good.

I don't know why, Schiller looked at such a penguin, and he was even a little moved. It turned out that there are still normal children in living hell.

That's right, compared with the second generation of black people who are dancing in style, the penguins can even be regarded as following the rules.

Schiller recalled and found that this may be normal. Originally in the comics, the Penguin is a gangster with aristocratic plots and likes to pretend to be elegant. He often wears a top hat, holds a cigar, and has a luxuriously decorated restaurant. .

Although this little penguin has not yet developed to that stage, he has some clues. His clothes are very old-fashioned, like someone from the 19th century, which is inevitably a bit out of tune.

Cobot sat alone in the corner of the classroom, completely ignoring the chatter of the others, just looking at Schiller with a dull look.

Schiller felt that his face was a little familiar, but he really couldn't remember where he had seen this future Penguin. He thought about it for a while, and found that he couldn't remember, so he left it behind.

Schiller cleared his throat, and it became a lot quieter. He said, "A teacher should have come to teach you a lesson before, but I need to rectify the discipline in this class. There are two things in total."

"The first is to make a roster. I don't care if you have names before. In short, now, you have to make up a name for yourself. There is only one well-written name on this list, so let him come, you guys. Tell him after you make up your name, and let him write it down on a piece of paper..."

"The second thing is to choose a monitor who is responsible for arranging the class schedule, arranging the time for class and get out of class... That little fat guy named Tire, I think you are popular, just you, after each teacher is out of class, you go and ask What time does he have his next class, and then record it on the class schedule."

The little fat man opened his mouth~www.NovelMTL.com~ Obviously he didn't expect such a big thing to fall on him, he looked at a gang boss standing by the wall as if asking for help, the boss glared at him, Little Fatty Tire had to say: "Okay, but, teacher, I can't spell the names and words of some subjects."

"Then go to Cobot, he should know, I think his handwriting is good, let him write the timetable and stick it on the wall."

Corbert obviously didn't expect that Schiller would actually give him the task. He seemed a little restrained, and he didn't have the villain temperament to make trouble in the future. He mumbled a few nervously in a low voice, but in the end he didn't say anything. what.

Schiller is not doing special treatment, or he is interested in the future Penguin.

What he said was the truth. In the entire class, only Cobot was the only one who could write words that people could understand. Moreover, such a complicated name could be remembered and spelled correctly. If it was not given to him, there would be no one else.

As soon as Schiller called out the get out of class, the classroom below was a mess, and Cobert was still hiding in the corner, not saying a word.

Seeing this scene, Schiller shook his head. In such a city, even the most basic vocational education is a long way to go.