American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman

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In Gotham City, it was not a bright, but still warm morning. Schiller put down the coffee cup in his hand and heard the footsteps of his colleague Anna's high heels. After a while, a blond American sweetheart walked in and knocked on it. The baffle on Schiller's desk, said: "The slackers at the freshman registration office have asked for leave, you go..."

"I dont go."

Schiller replied without looking up, if such a scene happened a year ago, then maybe Schiller is just an ordinary university professor in Gotham, instead of writing papers on the surface as he is now. Pressed under a few sheets of paper are the Green Lantern Corps' industrial plan and the fog crystal industry plan.

Anna rolled her eyes and said, "You have the least class this week. Who are you not going to?"

Suddenly, Schiller came back to his senses from the mess of work, he turned his head and glanced at the calendar next to him, and said, "It's January, it should be the start of the spring semester, and Gotham University should not report for the spring. Professional, right?"

"Who said that?" Anna walked over to Schiller's seat, crossed her arms and said, "You forgot, the former principal, Seldon, was a liberal arts student. He opened a major in literature and philosophy at Gotham University, but he left after he left. Previously, these two majors have passed the review, and the start of the semester is set in the spring."

"Oh, yes, he may have forgotten to tell you that the psychology major has also been assigned to the School of Humanities, so the major you teach also starts in the spring."

Schiller narrowed his eyes. He recalled that American universities were slightly different from Chinese universities. Many universities in the United States were divided into three semesters a year. New students arrive in January and fall in August.

However, Gotham University and Chinese University are closer. Although it is also three semesters, the month for freshmen to report is only in August, and no one comes at all for the spring report.

The reason is that Gotham University has fewer colleges and its management is more chaotic. For convenience, some school administrators have classified all majors as fall reports.

Before, when the principal named Seldon came, he drastically reformed the administrative management system and created three more colleges. Now all three colleges have been changed to spring reports.

With Schiller immersed in his work, Gotham's deep winter is over, and now it's January when the temperature has just warmed up, and Gotham University's spring coverage has begun.

Putting down the pen and moving his stiff shoulders, Schiller felt that it would be better to go to the freshman registration office for half a day. Recently, his mind has been filled with those messy numbers.

Schiller stood up and wanted to leave. Suddenly, the lights in the room flickered twice, and with a click, the light bulb hanging in the center of the room went off.

At this time, the day is still relatively short, and the light still needs to be lit in the morning to read the words on the book clearly, but now the light bulb is off, and the room is dark.

Anna raised her head and glanced at the lightbulb, but she didn't look surprised. She said, "You haven't had morning classes in the past few days, and you've been absent in the morning and evening, so I don't know, the school's pipelines are aging, and the power goes out every day these days. Two hours, and repeated outages knocked out most of the old light bulbs."

"So what?" Schiller asked.

"What can I do? Just use it." Anna walked back to her seat and sat down, skillfully took out a flashlight from the side, turned it on, pointed it at Schiller, and said, "Now Gotham University is the only one on the East Coast. In a school without a principal, who do you expect to take care of this?"

Schiller shook his head and looked up at the room again. The office he had been in the longest since he came to Gotham was actually very old.

There is no decoration style here, because most of the furniture has been replaced several times. The white wall skirting and ceiling have been damaged to varying degrees. The only desk that can be called a good one is It's half new.

Schiller isn't a big fan of overly modern stuff, but that doesn't mean he likes to use old stuff, especially if it's old enough to start affecting use.

With a sigh, Schiller took his belongings, left the office, and walked towards the freshman reporting office.

When he came to the new student registration office, he found that there was also a power outage here, and what was even more tragic was that there were no floor-to-ceiling windows in the office, and the lighting was even worse. It was pitch black at this time.

That's fine, Schiller thought. When the freshmen arrive, they'll immediately know what a wrong decision they made.

In the rest of their college careers, they don't want to have fun partying, or mess with men and women. There are no student activity rooms and party rooms at all. The only room with independent generators is Victor's cryogenic laboratory and library.

In the darkness, Schiller moved a chair and sat down. Soon, students came in one after another. Basically, as soon as everyone came in and saw a person sitting in this dark room, they would instinctively pause and retreat. Go out to see the door number of the room, and then walk in cautiously.

Schiller was still writing with his head down. Suddenly, he heard the sound of the heels of leather shoes from far to near. He seemed very calm, without a trace of panic. He felt the figure come to the table, and Schiller picked up the pen without raising his head. asked: "Name?"

"Lex Luthor."

"Lex... Room 403, Building 2 of the Boys' Apartment..." Schiller subconsciously wrote it. Suddenly, he paused with the tip of his pen and raised his head. Sure enough, it was the red-haired Lex who appeared in the dark.

"Lex?" Schiller looked up at him, then looked down at the form in his hand, and said, "Don't tell me, you applied to Gotham University?"

"Actually, I didn't apply for Gotham University, I'm not old enough to go to college, but I donated a lot of money, so..."

Schiller took off his glasses, rubbed the center of his eyebrows, and said, "Can I ask you how to do this? Have you ever visited your local Metropolitan University?"

"Of course I went to visit. Just before I came to report, I went to Metropolitan University and found Clark, who studied journalism, and made him make a big fool of himself in front of his classmates."

"Since you've been to Metropolitan University, you should leave without looking back on your way from the gate of Gotham University. What gave you the courage to come here?"

The teaching level and hardware facilities of Metropolitan University and Gotham University cannot be said to be very different, but they can only be said to be worlds apart.

"Of course it's you, professor, to tell you the truth, what happened at the Metropolitan Mayor's mansion and your performance made me interested in the subject of psychology, and in the entire East Coast University, I can find You are the only one whose academic level is trustworthy."

"Thank you for your compliment." Schiller flipped a page of the form in his hand and said, "You're much more lovable than Wayne who just came to report, but I still want to say, you'd better go back to the Met, here Not where you're supposed to be."

Lex didn't listen at all. He shrugged and said, "Is there any place I can't go? No."

"Where Wayne can come, of course I can, I'm no worse than him."

"Seriously, professor, how is his academic performance? He should be the first in his grade, right? It's okay, I'll break his record soon."

Just as Schiller was about to continue talking, Lex put on his suitcase, Schiller looked at his movements and said, "Don't tell me, you didn't even bring the security guard and housekeeper, and you are planning to live in the student dormitory. ."

Lex nodded and carried the suitcase with some effort. His body was so thin that the suitcase, which was originally small, seemed very heavy.

Schiller shook his head, looked up at the light bulb that had gone out, and said, "You will pay the price for your confidence today, the ones that don't belong to Gotham will eventually leave."

Lex didn't understand Schiller's fatalistic words, he just left with his suitcase on his own.

On his way through Gotham University's teaching building and plaza, it was already full of daylight, but the electricity still hadn't been restored, so after Lex entered the dormitory building, it was still dark.

Even more frightening is that the University of Gotham's dormitory building has 6 floors, and Lex lives on the 4th floor, and there is no elevator in this building.

In other words, Lex had to climb up the 4th floor alone with his heavy suitcase.

In fact, this is not difficult for any college student with normal physique. Although it will be more or less tired, it is not to the point of being unable to persevere, but for Lex, it is not the case.

As he said before, he is not old enough to go to college, he is three years younger than the current Bruce, just turned 16 this year, and because of the control and overdose of his previous visit to Onnell, As a result, his body is very bad and his physical strength is very poor.

Therefore, it was very difficult for him to drag the suitcase up the stairs. He had to change his posture after walking two steps, and he was not relying on moving, but dragging it hard. The suitcase hit the edge of the steps and made a thud. ring.

After dragging the suitcase up one floor, Laikes was completely unable to move. He could only rest breathlessly against the stairwell, and began to regret why he didn't bring the housekeeper and security over.

At this moment, a tall figure came up, saw another person in the stairwell, he was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Are you this year's freshman? What's wrong with you? Do you need help?"

"I..." Lex swallowed, pointed to his suitcase, and said, "It's too heavy, I can't move it, but my bedroom is on the fourth floor..."

"Oh, that's it, it's okay, I'll help you move it." The tall figure walked out of the darkness and came to the stairwell. Lex saw it clearly. It was a black-haired boy with a tall stature and a face. Handsome, and wearing a suit, he seems to have a very good culture.

"My name is Lex, I'm from Metropolis, what's your name?" Lex asked, and the boy said, "You can call me Thomas, Thomas Elliott, you should have heard of Elliot The Te family?"

"I'm an out-of-towner, and I've never left my city, so I haven't heard of any Gotham family~www.NovelMTL.com~ Lex watched the boy named Thomas pick up his suitcase, Then go up the steps.

"What about the Wayne family?" Thomas asked.

"Then I've heard of them, after all, they are so famous." Lex followed Thomas, and he walked very slowly, as if he had exhausted his energy before, and Thomas had to stand on a higher step to wait for him .

"Oh, then you should also know that little Wayne goes to this school, right? Although he doesn't come to class often, you should be able to meet him recently, because he often lives in the dormitory recently."

"Dorm? Isn't his family rich? Why do you want to live in a dormitory?" When they came to the third floor, the two rested in the stairwell for a while, and then chatted while resting.

"Don't mention it, his daughter is often noisy at night, which makes him unable to sleep well, so he can only leave the Wien Manor and go to the dormitory to rest and relax."

Thomas spread his hands and said, "My family and his family are close friends. We have known each other since childhood, but even I don't know when he had his ex-wife and daughter."

Lex frowned, Thomas saw his reaction, and continued: "Of course, I can also understand him, a man should have some space of his own, and he is not the kind of person who revolves around his wife and children. ."

Seeing Lex's frown deepening, Thomas picked up the suitcase again and walked up the steps. Lex followed behind him, and the two came to the 4th floor together.

But the moment they set foot on the corridor on the 4th floor, a strong smell of blood floated over.

Through the dim light of the window at the end of the corridor, Lex saw that the door of the fourth room on the right was open, and there were legs stretched out, and blood was flowing from the door.