The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

In the guest room where Clark was, Schiller put his umbrella on hand. He moved a chair and sat down. Then he looked at Clark and asked, How is the current situation at Metropolitan University?

Well...it's actually not bad. I only entered college this year. I heard that after the new mayor took office, Metropolitan University received more funding and a new playground lawn.

Clark wanted to sit up from the bed because he felt it was a little rude to talk to others while lying in bed, but Schiller waved his hand and said no.

Schiller turned around and adjusted the position of the desk lamp to make its light softer. Then he looked at Clark and said, There is no one else now. You can tell me how you got here. ?”

I, I really just... Looking at Schiller's eyes, Clark suddenly couldn't finish what he said. He felt that he had been seen through by the professor, but he didn't know why.

You don't have to worry, Clark, there is more than one person with special abilities in this world. Schiller sighed slightly, and then said: I can understand that you don't want to be seen as a monster by others, you want to be an ordinary person. I want to live in a society of ordinary people, and so do I.”

Clark's lips trembled, but he turned his head away silently, as if he didn't want to talk about this issue, but the moment he turned his head, he saw a wisp of fire emerging from Schiller's hand.

Clark's eyes widened and he looked at Schiller's hand. There was no mechanical device there, but the flame was jumping and burning in his hand, brighter than the light of the desk lamp.

Oh my god! You...you too... Clark opened his mouth, as if he didn't know how to express his feelings. He supported the bed with his arms and sat up on the bed, then crossed his legs and turned to Schiller, on the other hand, stared at the flame in his hand carefully.

That's cool, are you a magician? Clark poked his head very close, and Schiller saw his curious expression and sighed.

Logically speaking, Superman's IQ should also be very high, but for some reason, every move he makes seems a bit silly. He can obviously fly faster than a fighter jet, his eyes can emit rays, and he has a biological stance, but he sees When you see someone who can create fireballs, you will still feel surprised and novel.

Schiller gently held his hand, and a wisp of smoke rose slowly. Clark looked away without knowing what was going on. He raised his eyes, looked at Schiller expectantly and asked: What else can you do? Can you fly? Can your eyes? Emit rays?

Schiller shook his head. In an instant, his figure disappeared. Clark was stunned. Then he heard some movement from behind. He turned his head sharply and saw Schiller appearing behind him.

Clark rubbed his eyes, twisted his neck hard, and looked back at Schiller. Schiller walked back from behind him, sat on the chair again, and said, There are many people in this world who have all kinds of special abilities. People, you are not alone.”

As for magic... I don't know magic, but magic does exist. I also know a guy who can use magic, although he is a scumbag. After Schiller sat down again, he took his umbrella from the side.

Clark saw that there were some faint patterns on the umbrella. If he looked closely, he could see that the patterns were changing between reality and reality. He leaned his head over again, stretched out a hand, and then retracted it. , seemed to feel that his actions were a bit impolite.

Is this a magic item? Why does the pattern on it move? It looks a bit like...snake skin?

This is indeed snake skin. Schiller stroked the umbrella surface, and he could still feel the cold texture of the snake scales on his fingertips. He said, Have you heard of the worldly python Jörmungandr?

Oh, is it that mythical story? We analyzed the spread of Nordic mythology in class.

That's what its skin is made of.

Clark's expression froze, he swallowed, and then said: You mean, someone killed Jörmungandr and made its skin into an umbrella? This is not good...

Are you an animal protectionist? However, even if you are, the scope of protection should not include the mythical big snake.

Clark pursed his lips. He stared at the umbrella for a while, then looked at Schiller and asked, Are your abilities also innate?

Schiller shook his head and said: The source of the ability is not important, what is important is what you want this ability to do.

I think so too. Clark said in a very agreeable tone, Although I don't know why I am different from ordinary people, I think I can make good use of this ability.

Including winning the long-distance running championship in your department?

Clark showed an embarrassed smile and said, Actually, I couldn't control this ability well until I was admitted to Metropolitan University.

That day, the photography teacher took us to get familiar with the equipment. He noticed that I was very strong, so he introduced me to the track and field team. During the training, I accidentally ran a little fast.

Schiller asked: ...how fast?

Clark pursed his lips and said, The speed of accidentally breaking the world record.

Then, this training happened to be seen by my coach. He said that I was a genius and insisted on letting me participate in long-distance running competitions.

Clark showed a somewhat troubled expression, and then said: Before coming here, I was thinking about how I could get rid of it.

Competitions within the university are okay, but if you really become a professional athlete, defeating all the veterans within a year of your debut would be a bit too shocking.

And... Clark put his finger on his chin and said hesitantly: Since you also have special abilities, have you ever had, that kind of...

Do you ever feel that it's unfair to compete with ordinary people?

Schiller took out a medical record book from his pocket and kept writing. While writing and drawing, he raised his head and said, Tell me in detail.

Clark looked at his medical record with some curiosity. Schiller straightened up and said, I forgot to introduce myself to you. I am a psychology professor. I used to teach psychology at Metropolitan University and taught crime for a period of time. In psychology classes, I have also taught master’s and doctoral students.”

Clark's eyes widened. He immediately sat up straight and said, Oh, sorry, Professor, I'm a little disrespectful. I'm quite curious about psychology, and I've even taken a basic psychology course.

It's nothing. At the same time, I am also a psychiatrist, so if you tell me about your troubles, maybe I can help you solve it. You know, my consultation fees are very expensive.

Oh, Professor, you are so kind. Clark smiled cheerfully.

In some ways, Clark's temperament is similar to that of Spider-Man Peter, except that Peter tends to be shy. He rarely expresses his feelings directly. When he is not wearing the spider suit, he looks more like an inarticulate nerd in appearance.

But Clark is much more cheerful, filled with a kind of energy and enthusiasm, especially when he shows his iconic smile, which makes people unconsciously want to trust him.

Clark also observed the professor in front of him. He seemed to be a very standard scholar. His pronunciation and intonation were very similar to those professors Clark saw in the university. His pronunciation and grammar were slightly pretentious and scholarly. , but the tone is very reassuring.

Thinking of himself again, Clark sighed slightly, feeling a little mixed for a moment.

A lot of things happened between the time he graduated from high school and went to college. Originally, he wanted to go home during the holidays and spend some relaxing family time. As a result, a sudden snowstorm destroyed all the students at Metropolitan University. Students are trapped in their dormitories.

In fact, he said he was out to put out the fire today, which meant he wanted to find an excuse to breathe some air. After all, his college life was slightly different from what he imagined, which caused him a lot of troubles.

Many literary and artistic works mention how people with special abilities live in ordinary society. Clark has also read these works, but according to his current experience, the things described in these works None of them are realistic enough.

It is actually difficult for a person with superpowers to completely hide his special features. Clark knows this very well. When you carry it casually, you can lift several tons of weight, become invulnerable, and fly at will. In many places, When it comes to things, it's hard not to take advantage of this.

For example, when he was only a few minutes late for class, but the traffic on the road was jammed, it was difficult for Clark to control himself and fly for a short distance. During the flight and when he finally arrived on time, He felt quite happy, but afterwards, he felt strangely guilty, as if he had cheated in a game.

This feeling gradually accumulated, but there was nowhere to talk about it. So, on this night, Schiller showed him that he also had special abilities. It was not surprising that Clark felt that he could understand him.

Clark organized his thoughts and then started talking.

When I first joined the track and field team, everyone was very friendly. At first, I just did some chores, such as delivering water and towels after their training and helping to carry some training equipment.

I don't think it's a big deal. I know that all the newcomers in the club are doing this. At that time, they will say thank you for your hard work and encourage me to join the training soon.

Although it sounds strange, that period was the happiest time for me in club activities.

So, what happened after that?

Clark sighed, and his tone became a little complicated: That day, they were training relay running, and one of the team members was injured and couldn't play. The other substitutes didn't come either. I was the only new guy managing the training equipment.

A senior came to me and asked me to train with them. As a last resort, I didn't think too much and just followed him on the court.

In the first few runs, our team was lagging far behind, so when I was running at the end, I was a little anxious, and then...

Clark pursed his lips and showed a somewhat sad expression. He said: I saw the captain of the other team was a little unhappy, because they were originally in the lead, but they were surpassed when I was so good.

Later, a member of my team told me that the captain of the other team has always been the best in the club, and the team he led has never lost.

I wanted to apologize, but I thought it would make him even more angry, so I didn't go. But who knows, the next day, he came to me and wanted to compete with me in long-distance running.

Originally, I wanted to forget about losing to him on purpose, but my performance in the relay race that day was seen by the coach. The coach found me and hoped that I would perform well and bring glory to the school.

Because the captain's tone was not very good when he came to me, and I was a little angry, so during the game, I ran a little fast...

And then broke the world record?

I told them that the timer was broken, and the other students believed it, but the coach obviously didn't believe it.

Schiller smiled and said: After working in a line for a long time, you can get approximate data even by visual inspection.

Clark sighed deeply and said, Since that time, everyone on the track and field team has been a little bit...