Chapter 1274: Greed Has Bad Luck (Part 1)

"When was the last time you studied mathematics?"

"University."

"Since then..."

"Not important. What's important is that my math grades weren't good."

In the study next to Greed's bedroom in the Thinking Tower, Shiler stretched out a hand and said, "You wouldn't happen to think I'm the kind of excellent graduate who gets full marks in every subject, would you?"

Batman, who was pacing in the open space behind the desk, stopped his steps, turned his head to look at Greed, and said, "Aren't you?"

"Of course I'm not. I'm not a comprehensive genius like you," Shiler shook his head and said. "Or rather, I'm not a genius. I'm not proficient in calculation, and I've almost never done any invention or creation."

"In fact, except for psychology, my grades in many subjects were terrible," Shiler admitted without any avoidance.

"Then how did you get your degree?" Batman asked.

"I hypnotized all the university professors."

"A genius, and also an outlaw," Batman evaluated.

"But unfortunately, the Batman in Arrogance's world didn't think of being an outlaw for four years."

"The teacher in charge of the papers at Cat Getan University is over 70 years old. He doesn't even need the hypnosis process. You could walk in and take them, and no one would notice."

"That's basic shame," Batman sat opposite Shiler's desk. Shiler shrugged his shoulders and said, "Young and frivolous. I haven't even told you how crazy I was when I went abroad to study..."

"Alright, look here. You should still remember basic function knowledge, right?"

"Of course, I do know that."

Greed took a book from Batman with great confidence, glanced at it, and found that the questions on it were all very simple. Greed snorted with some disdain and wrote down a few answers with his pen.

Batman watched the pen tip draw smooth arcs on the paper. When Greed stopped writing, he took the paper over and found that none of the questions had a process, but the results were completely correct.

"Any scholar who has reached the pinnacle in a certain subject will not have problems with IQ. Understanding and memory are common," Greed said.

Batman nodded and said, "Very good. Then, look at this."

Batman handed over another piece of paper. When Greed took it, he was stunned. What was written on the paper—the high-EQ way of saying it is that the composition has a modernist beauty; the low-EQ way of saying it is that the gap between it and ghost-drawn symbols is that ghost-drawn symbols aren't this complicated.

Batman said lightly, "Next, let's look at the basic equations of introducing state probability vectors and transition probability matrices in the Markov chain model..."

"Stop!" Greed shouted directly. He pointed a finger at the ghost-drawn symbols on the paper placed in the middle of the table and said, "What does this have to do with the function just now?!"

Batman looked at Shiler with some helplessness and said, "They are both mathematical models. The function you just got is a parameter model, and I am explaining the Markov chain model following that part. Alright, let's look at the regular chain in the Markov chain model..."

"Wait a minute!" Greed shouted. He picked up the paper with the simple function questions and the paper full of ghost-drawn symbols, placed them in front of Batman, and said, "You're telling me these are two consecutive lessons?!"

"Not consecutive, but related."

Batman's tone seemed a bit impatient. He himself wasn't a person with the patience to explain things, especially in terms of communicating with people, carrying the specific impatience of a psychiatric patient.

He explained reluctantly, "If you can understand functions, you can understand the models I'm explaining. Their principles are common. Very simple..."

Just as Greed was about to speak, Batman interrupted him impatiently, saying, "If you had listened carefully from just now, we would have finished explaining the absorption chain by now. It's just a matter of a few sentences. Can't you just listen quietly?"

"But the problem is I didn't understand."

"But aren't you able to understand functions?"

"But what does functions have to do with this?"

"I said, they are both mathematical models!"

"But they are too far apart."

"Not consecutive, but related!"

"Then can't you be consecutive?!"

"But this is the foundation!"

Batman and Greed stared at each other.

"Can I not study it?"

"No, you can't."

"Why?!"

"Because if you have reached the pinnacle in psychology, your intelligence and understanding are fine, but I can't even teach you the simplest mathematical analysis method, it will make it look like the problem is with me!"

"Can I skip class?"

"No."

"Why?"

"I lock the door as fast as you do!"

"Oh my god!" Greed shouted, "You really were sent by that petty Arrogance to torture me! Get out, this is polluting my brain!"

After Greed finished speaking, he stood up directly and walked toward the door, saying as he walked, "This is my Thinking Tower. I want to go out. You wouldn't be able to stop me, would you?"

After speaking, he walked to the door without looking back. Suddenly, he heard a rustling sound. Greed lowered his head, looked in the direction of the sound, and then discovered that a thin layer of black liquid covered the floor, spreading toward his feet.

Greed gasped in horror. He turned to look at Batman. In an instant, the entire room was completely wrapped in a black tide. Greed said in shock, "Pathology actually let you bring your power in?!"

"..."

As soon as the words fell, Greed turned around and rushed to the door in big strides. But a second before grabbing the doorknob, the crest of the wave formed by the black tide wrapped around his waist, brought him back to the desk, and pressed him in front of the table.

"Batman!!!" Greed roared.

With a "swish," the black tide disappeared. Batman sat down again opposite the table and said, "This isn't my power; it's still yours. It's just that because our souls have been synchronized, I can also retrieve a part of Arrogance's power."

"What exactly do you want to do?!" Greed wailed, "Didn't I just kill you and Arrogance once? Do you have to be this petty?!"

"I'm not holding a grudge, but I can't fail to teach you, because I am Batman."

Batman took out a fountain pen again leisurely, pointed at the ghost-drawn symbols on the paper, and said:

"Alright, the formula for the regular chain is here. Let's look at the application in terms of programming. By drawing the state transition diagram, you can judge the state type in the Markov chain..."

"Help!!"

In the dream base of the Alliance of Light, Stark was reading a document carefully. After a while, he put down the document in his hand, looked at Charles opposite, and said, "So, actually, there's no big problem?"

Charles nodded and said, "With Shiler's permission, I conducted a very limited, controllable tracking of his brainwaves that didn't involve any privacy. And this abnormal fluctuation of brainwaves might be caused by the surfacing of different personalities in that tower."

"Because I hadn't conducted this kind of monitoring before, I didn't observe the abnormality. Simply put, every time he switches personality traits in the future, there might be this fluctuation. It's not a big problem."

Stark nodded, but his furrowed brows didn't relax. Charles leaned back and said in a gentle tone, "Actually, I think you guys don't have to create a tense atmosphere. Keeping Shiler blocked all the time and not letting him do anything isn't a solution."

Charles sighed, picked up a teacup from the table beside him, blew on it lightly, and then said, "When I was young, I also couldn't wait to stare at Erik every moment, for fear that if he left my sight for a while, he would poke a hole in the sky. You know, this is very possible."

"Of course, looking at it now, Erik isn't considered the strongest, but you also know that there weren't so many superheroes in our era, and they weren't so famous. Erik could be called a human nuclear bomb. I felt I had to stare at him tightly, for his own good, and for the good of the world."

"But later, I discovered that this tense atmosphere actually aggravated anxiety. Although I never said to Erik, 'You might be a destroyer,' my actions undoubtedly indicated this point."

"I stared at him every moment, as if looking at a criminal. And at that time, he actually wasn't that extreme."

Charles shook his head and said, "So I have always felt that he hasn't been happy for so many years, and I also have a responsibility. As his best friend, I actually treated him like a criminal. The bad influence this can have on a person is immeasurable."

Stark curled his lips and said, "Now you don't have to feel guilty. Magneto has no time to manage you."

Charles laughed in a low voice, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes forming grooves one by one, telling of his happiness. He pursed his lips and said, "He is extremely opposed to Jarvis and Wanda's matter. Lorna said he has been losing hair in handfuls recently. Perhaps it won't be long before he has the same hairstyle as me."

Stark also couldn't help laughing, but soon he remembered sad things and said, "I'm also worried about Jarvis. From a human perspective, he is an infant who was born not long ago. He is immature in handling emotions. I don't know if he can handle his emotional affairs well. What if his matter with Wanda affects the relationship between ordinary people and mutants..."

"You have been exceptionally good at worrying about heaven and earth recently," Strange walked into the hall of the Alliance of Light dream base and said, "Although I also agree that we should pay more attention to Shiler's state and not let him fall into madness, we indeed cannot excessively restrict his personal freedom."

"From his own perspective, it will make him very painful. From the perspective of human society, throwing such a precious genius into a psychiatric hospital is simply an extremely shameful waste."

Stark looked at the data Charles provided him again, thought for a while in place, nodded, and said, "Fine, you guys have to know how much pressure I'm facing. I must be extremely cautious, for Shiler, and for the future of all mankind."

Charles reached out and patted his shoulder, expressing support. Soon, several people discussed the next plan arrangements, and then the meeting was adjourned.

With a "click," Stark walked out of the special life-support suit, moved his shoulders and neck, stood in place and hesitated slightly, and then, as if making an important decision, pursed his lips.

Suddenly, he heard a series of extremely rapid footsteps coming from the door. Stark turned his head and saw Shiler, who almost didn't brake at the door.

"Oh, Shiler, you're here. I was just about to tell you, I was a bit overreacting before. We definitely didn't want to restrict your freedom... Shall I have Pepper call a car to take you back to the sanatorium?"

"No! Wait!" Shiler stretched out a hand to stop Stark's action of taking his phone. He rushed to Stark's front with big strides, pressed his shoulders with both hands, and looked at Stark with a sincere look, saying:

"I have a mental illness!!!"

"Hurry up and take me to the hospital, do you hear me? I'm sick, I want to be hospitalized!!"

"Wait a minute, what's wrong with you?" Stark looked at Shiler in surprise and asked.

"Batman! He's forcing me to study that damn math!!"

"What's wrong with math?... Oh, I mean, who is Batman?"

"Another moron!" ===== CHAPTER 1275 =====

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"Wait a second, what's wrong with you?" Stark asked, looking at Shiler with some surprise.

"Batman! He's forcing me to study that damn math!"

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"What's wrong with math?... Oh, I mean, who is Batman?"

"Another moron!"