Chapter 438

In the guest room where Clark was, Shiler placed his umbrella beside his hand. He moved a chair and sat down, then looked at Clark and asked: "How is the recent situation at Metropolis University?"

"Hmm... actually it's okay. I also just started university this year. Heard that after the new mayor took office, Metropolis University's funding increased, and it also changed to a new playground lawn."

Clark wanted to sit up from the bed, because he felt lying on the bed and talking to others was slightly impolite, but Shiler waved his hand, indicating no need.

"First Cause of All Worlds"

Shiler turned around and adjusted the position of the desk lamp, making its light become softer. Then he looked at Clark and said: "There is no one else now, can you tell me how exactly you came here?"

"I, I really just..." Looking at Shiler's eyes, Clark's subsequent words suddenly became a bit unable to continue. He felt that he had already been seen through by this Professor, but he didn't know why this was.

"You don't need to worry, Clark. There is more than one person in this world with special abilities." Shiler sighed slightly, then continued: "I can understand, you don't want to be seen by others as a monster. You want to be an ordinary person and live in an ordinary person's society. Me too."

Clark's lips trembled slightly, but he silently turned his head away, seemingly not wanting to discuss this problem. But just at the moment he turned his head, he saw a wisp of flame emerge on Shiler's hand.

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

"My God! You... you also..." Clark opened his mouth, seemingly not knowing how to express his mood. He used his arms to support the bed, let himself sit up on the bed, then crossed his legs, turned to Shiler's side, and stared carefully at the flame in his hand.

"This is too cool. Are you a magician?" Clark poked his head very close. Shiler saw his curious expression and sighed.

Logically speaking, Superman's IQ should also be very high, but don't know why, his every move looked a bit silly. Clearly he could fly faster than a fighter jet, his eyes could emit rays, and he had a biological field, but he still felt surprised and novel when seeing someone who could rub out a fireball.

Shiler gently closed his hand, and a wisp of smoke slowly rose. Clark withdrew his gaze with lingering interest. He raised his eyes, looked at Shiler expectantly, and asked: "What else can you do? Can you fly? Can your eyes emit rays?"

Shiler shook his head. In an instant, his figure disappeared. Clark was stunned, and then he heard some movement coming from behind. He turned his head fiercely and saw Shiler appear behind him.

Clark rubbed his eyes, twisted his neck with effort, and looked back at Shiler. Shiler walked back from behind him, sat back on the chair, and then said, "There are many people in this world with all kinds of special abilities. You are not lonely."

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

Clark saw that there were some faint patterns on the umbrella surface. If looking closely, one could also see those patterns changing between virtual and real. He poked his head over again, stretched out a hand, and then withdrew it, seemingly feeling that such an action of his was a bit impolite.

"Is this a magic prop? How can the patterns on this move? It looks a bit like... snake skin?"

"This is indeed snake skin." Shiler stroked the umbrella surface. His fingertips could still feel the slightly cool texture of the snake scales. He said: "Have you heard of the World Serpent Jormungandr?"

"Oh, is that the mythological story? We analyzed the dissemination cases of Norse mythology when we were in class."

"This was made from its skin."

Clark's expression froze. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then said: "You mean, someone slaughtered Jormungandr, and then made its skin into an umbrella? This is not very good..."

"Are you an animal protectionist? However, even if you are, the scope of protection shouldn't be as big as the giant snake in mythology."

Clark pursed his lips. He looked at that umbrella for a while, then looked at Shiler and asked: "Is your ability also innate?"

Shiler shook his head and said: "The source of the ability is not important. What is important is what you want to do with this ability."

"I think so too." Clark's tone was very agreeable. He said: "Although I don't know why I am different from ordinary people, I feel that I can make good use of this ability."

"Including winning the long-distance running champion in your department?"

Clark revealed an embarrassed smile. He said: "Actually, until I was admitted to Metropolis University, I still couldn't control this ability very well."

"That day, the photography teacher was taking us to familiarize ourselves with the equipment. He discovered that my strength was very great, so he introduced me to join the track and field team. During training, I accidentally ran a bit fast."

Shiler asked: "... How fast?"

Clark pursed his lips and said: "The kind of fast that accidentally breaks the world record."

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

Clark revealed a somewhat troubled expression, and then said: "Before coming here, I was thinking about how to push it off."

"Competitions within the university range are still okay, but if I really become a professional athlete and defeat all the veterans within less than a year of debut, it also seems a bit too shocking."

"And..." Clark used his finger to press his chin, somewhat hesitantly said: "Since you also possess special abilities, then have you ever, that is, that kind of..."

"Have you ever felt that competing with ordinary people is a bit unfair to them?"

Shiler took out a medical record book from his clothes pocket and had been writing. In the gaps of writing and drawing, he raised his head and said: "Speak in detail."

Clark looked at his medical record book somewhat curiously. Shiler straightened up and said: "I forgot to introduce myself to you. I am a psychology professor. I previously taught psychology at Metropolis University, taught criminal psychology classes for a period of time, and also led master's and doctoral students."

Clark opened his eyes wide. He immediately sat up straight and then said: "Oh, sorry, Professor, I am a bit disrespectful. I am still quite curious about psychology, and even took an elective course in basic psychology."

"It's nothing. At the same time, I am also a psychologist. Therefore, if you tell me your troubles, maybe I can help you relieve them. You must know, my consultation fee is very expensive."

"Oh, Professor, you are really good." Clark laughed openly.

From some aspects, Clark's temperament was a bit like Spider-Man Peter, only Peter was inclined to be shy. He rarely expressed his feelings directly. When not wearing the Spider-suit, he looked more like a bookworm who was not good at words from the outside.

But Clark was much more open, overflowing with a kind of vitality and enthusiasm, especially when he revealed that iconic smile, making people have a feeling of wanting to trust him unconsciously.

Clark also observed this Professor in front of him. He looked like a very standard scholar. His pronunciation and tone were very much like the professors Clark saw in the university. His articulation and grammar were slightly tinged with the pedantry peculiar to scholars, but his tone was very reassuring.

Thinking of himself again, Clark sighed slightly, feeling a mix of emotions for a time.

In the period from his high school graduation to starting university, many things happened. Originally, he wanted to take advantage of the holiday to go home and spend a relaxing family time. As a result, the sudden blizzard trapped all the students of Metropolis University in the dormitory.

Actually, he said he came out to save the fire today, which was just finding an excuse to get some air for himself. After all, his university life was slightly different from what he imagined, which brought him quite a lot of trouble.

Many literary and artistic works will mention how people with special abilities live in the society of ordinary people. Clark also read these works, but according to his current experience, what is described in these works is not realistic enough.

A person with superpowers is actually very difficult to completely hide their special aspects. Clark has a deep understanding of this point. When you lift your hand, you can lift several tons of heavy objects, be invulnerable to knives and guns, and fly at will. In many things, it is difficult not to use this advantage of yours.

For example, when class is only a few minutes away from being late, but the cars on the road are blocked to death, Clark is also very difficult to control himself to fly for a short distance. In the process of flying and finally arriving on time, he feels quite cool. However, afterwards, there will be a kind of inexplicable guilt, just like cheating in a game.

This kind of feeling accumulates gradually, but there is nowhere to confide. Therefore, on this night, Shiler showed him that he also possessed special abilities. It is not strange that Clark feels he can understand himself.

Clark organized his own train of thought, and then opened the chatterbox.

"When I first joined the track and field team, everyone was very friendly. At first, I just did some miscellaneous work, for example, sending water and towels after they trained, and helping to move some training equipment."

"I didn't feel there was anything about this. I knew that newcomers in the club all did this. At that time, they would say to me 'hard work,' and also encourage me that I could participate in training together soon."

"Although it sounds a bit strange, that period of time was the happiest time in my club activities."

"So, what happened afterwards?"

Clark sighed, his tone becoming a bit complicated: "That day, they were training for relay running. One team member was injured and couldn't play, and other substitute team members didn't come either. Only I was a newcomer, managing training equipment."

"A senior found me and asked me to train with them. As the last leg, I didn't think too much, so I followed him onto the field."

"In the first few legs, our team lagged behind quite a lot. So when running last, I was a bit anxious, and then..."

Clark pursed his lips, revealing a somewhat sad expression. He said: "I saw the captain of another team was a bit unhappy, because they were originally leading, but were surpassed when it was my leg."

"Later, the team member of my team told me that the captain of the other team had always been the one with the best results in the club. The team he led had never lost."

"I wanted to go and apologize, but felt it would make him even angrier, so I didn't go. But who knew, the next day, he came to find me and wanted to compete with me in long-distance running."

"Originally, I wanted to deliberately lose to him and be done with it, but the performance of that relay run was seen by the coach. The coach found me, hoping I would perform well and win glory for the school."

"Because the tone of that captain when he came to find me was not very good, I was also a bit angry, so when competing, I ran a bit fast..."

"And then broke the world record?"

"I told them the timer was broken. Other students believed it, but the coach obviously didn't quite believe it."

Shiler smiled and said: "After working in a line for a long time, even if it's visual estimation, one can estimate the approximate data."

Clark sighed deeply. He said: "Since that time, everyone in the track and field team has been a bit..."