Chapter 68

Cat Getan City, a morning that is neither sunny nor warm, the students of Cat Getan University welcomed their psychology final exam.

When Evans handed out the papers, a wail sounded in the classroom. Immediately after, outside the door, the sound of leather shoe heels stepping on the marble floor sounded. In an instant, the classroom became silent.

Shiler walked into the classroom while packing up the umbrella in his hand. Seeing everyone burying their heads and writing, he nodded with satisfaction.

Then he stuck the umbrella on the ground, put his hand on the umbrella handle, stood in the center of the classroom and said: "The time for this exam is 1 hour and 40 minutes. Theoretically speaking, you can hand in the paper early, but I am bored invigilating here. I will definitely read the paper you hand in in advance."

"At least, you have to ensure that the content you write is enough for me to read until you walk out of the door of this classroom."

"In addition, although I didn't let you sit separately, it's best not to whisper. Please write neatly on the paper, do not use fancy fonts, and most importantly, please be sure to write your name clearly. I mean legal name, don't let me emphasize not to write nicknames repeatedly like the first week of school."

"Alright, start answering the paper."

Then the whole classroom became completely quiet, leaving only the rustling sound of pen tips sliding on the paper.

Cat Getan University has never had a classroom with such a rich learning atmosphere. In the gap of writing, Bruce looked up and saw the nephew of the East District Hyena sitting in front of his right. This guy smoked, drank, fought, and made trouble when he was in his early ten years old. He is a pure bad boy.

But at this time, he was sitting in his seat. 10 minutes passed, and he was still burying his head and writing, or his brain full of alcohol and tobacco could actually support him to write down.

Sitting on Bruce's left was the famous graffiti kid at Cat Getan University. He is good at spray painting and often makes everywhere a mess. Even when Xie Dun implemented the campus alcohol ban, he sprayed the parody big-headed graffiti of him on the wall of the corridor of the principal's office.

He is going to be worse. At this time, he couldn't write the first essay question and was drawing various patterns on the paper.

Bruce glanced at it with good eyesight and found that what he drew was exactly Shiler. However, unlike those parody graffiti, the Shiler under his pen stood in front of a black sun, his hands spread out, some particle-like patterns were surrounding him, the whole picture looked weird but handsome, but I don't know if Shiler is willing to look at his careful creation and add two points to him.

Half an hour passed, and more than two-thirds of the people were still writing. This is simply a miracle at Cat Getan University.

In the past final exams, first of all, a few thorns would be absent, and the seats would definitely not be full. Two minutes after the start of the exam, someone would write their name, stand up and leave.

"This Star Wants to Retire Very Much"

10 minutes after the start of the exam, many people would guess the simple and easy-to-write multiple-choice questions, throw down their pens and hand in the paper early, and leave directly.

In the past, 20 minutes later, there were not many people left in the whole classroom. Even those who stayed were not there to write those essay questions, just because they had no arrangements later, and took advantage of the quietness of the classroom to sleep.

But now, Bruce looked up at his watch. 40 minutes have passed, and half of the people are still writing.

No one dared to hand in the paper early. Even if most of them had exhausted their brains and were on the verge of running out of ideas, most of them still bit their pens and sat in their seats, hoping that their small brains could squeeze out a few more words to write on the paper, trying to let this professor not be so angry when seeing their answers between illiterate and semi-illiterate.

In fact, even the introductory textbook of psychology, the various technical terms, names, theories, and definitions involved are all very difficult.

Not to mention these Cat Getan University students who are used to being unlearned, even those students at famous American universities must preview before attending special lectures, otherwise it is easy to fall into the embarrassment of a blank brain.

Memorization, for these students whose brains haven't turned for a long time, is a difficult thing in itself, not to mention the surprise memorization in one or two weeks.

After an hour passed, the vast majority of people stopped writing. Bruce wrote down the names of those who were still burying their heads and writing on the scratch paper. This will be the backbone of the psychology club he will form in the future.

He thought about it and wrote down the name of that graffiti kid. After all, the club always needs publicity art.

After waiting for a full 1 hour and 40 minutes, when the "collect the paper" spat out from the professor's mouth in front hit the floor heavily, there was a sound of exhaling one after another in the classroom. Obviously, they were almost suffocated.

After the papers were collected, no one dared to leave. Until Shiler stapled the papers, checked the number of copies, checked the names, and then left the classroom with a stack of test papers, the classroom exploded like a suddenly exploded bomb with a "bang."

"It's over! I don't know more than half of the fill-in-the-blank questions. It's over!"

"Damn it, I memorized the definition of psychology urgently last night! But it wasn't tested?? If I knew earlier, I shouldn't have wasted so much time in front!"

"I wrote the answer to the second essay question on the fourth one. My God, what should I do? I definitely won't get a single point for the essay question!"

"Who wrote the graduate school application? Evans, did you write it? My dad told me yesterday, if I can read graduate school with this brain, it's better to count on our dog to climb a tree! But our dog is a Corgi..."

"I still owe two papers that haven't been handed in. I must make up for them before the holiday, otherwise I will definitely be worried during this holiday, don't think about playing well..."

A few people gathered at Bruce's table. They were the first batch of club members Bruce invited. Rennie, the graffiti kid wearing a fluorescent yellow headband, said: "The professor will like my painting. I can see it. He is a person with artistic cultivation."

"But he might prefer to see your correct answer." Bruce said.

"Forget it, I don't know anything, memorization will pollute my brain." Rennie touched his nose. He is a typical Germanic species, with green eyes and a little freckles, wearing reggae-style clothes.

"And who said that is not the correct answer? Who said that answering questions must be written? Painting is the same, I will pass!"

"Fine, I'll pay you to help me draw a poster, make it bigger, make it more impactful, used to publicize this club, you can name the price, but I hope it must be shocking enough." Bruce said.

Rennie snapped his fingers and said: "Tycoon, you found the right person! No one in Cat Getan will know how to be more shocking than me!"

A few people gathered their heads together and whispered.

"What? You mean you want to..."

"You are really a genius..."

"Add me, I want to come too!"

"This is a big surprise... right, I see it works..."

"Maybe for the sake of this, he will give us a pass..."

A few days later, Shiler was accumulating anger while grading papers. Although he had long expected the level of these unlearned Cat Getan University students, he still didn't expect that they could take the exam into such a ghost appearance.

Because he didn't want to be continuously polluted by these academic garbage, Shiler planned to work overtime today, finish grading all the papers in one breath, and then severely give a failing grade to most of them.

Suddenly, he heard a sharp whistle coming from outside the window of the office building, a bit like a fire siren, but shorter and sharper than that.

Shiler stood up and looked out the window, finding some lights shaking. It was just dark now, and it was far from the time when the street lights were on. Most teachers and students had not left the school yet.

He heard a noise of people downstairs, and it seemed that someone was shouting his surname. Shiler put down his pen, left the office desk, and walked to the window.

The entire side of the building opposite was wrapped in a huge curtain. Before, Shiler heard people say that it was undergoing wall renovation. He didn't often walk on that road, so he didn't pay much attention.

But as a result, just as he walked to the window, the curtain on the wall opposite fell off instantly. There seemed to be a huge graffiti on it, 7 stories high, and a row of spotlights at the bottom suddenly lit up, making the side of the whole building as bright as day.

It was indeed a huge graffiti. At the bottom was Shiler's back, and above it was a black sun with countless strange patterns. Around the sun were several circles of flames composed of golden patterns. Shiler's figure was standing in front of the black sun.

Shiler's figure was almost integrated into the background of the black sun, or this huge sun was like his shadow.

Shiler stood in front of the window. He was first dazzled by the high-power spotlight, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw such a picture.

Shiler: "..."

Symbiote: "... wow."

The side of the whole graffiti wrote: "Join the psychology club, face the human heart, face this black sun. —— Blue Ghost Rennie"

Shiler lowered his head and saw a group of people standing downstairs waving at him excitedly. That was most of the students of the psychology major at Cat Getan University, including Bruce Wayne.

Shiler looked up again and looked at the black sun composed of countless weird patterns. It was full of a strange horror aesthetics. People couldn't move their eyes when they saw it, as if their souls were about to be sucked into it.

Horror, weird, strange, absurd, but full of beauty that makes people deeply trapped and unable to extricate themselves.

Shiler recalled, "Cat Getan" originally meant "Fool's Village". This place is indeed full of various absurd fools, not knowing where they come from, not knowing where they go.

But similarly, this place is full of various geniuses. They possess unparalleled talent and carry vitality that makes people fascinated.

Shiler was indeed a bit fascinated. This kind of bold and strange absurd action is full of special vitality that no other place in the world has, like a horror vine climbing up from the bottomless abyss, and also like a top-tier artwork comparable to countless masters.

Shiler knows more than these students, but he just understood one thing—

He also indeed hasn't learned Cat Getan yet.

Everyone living here is crazy, but at the same time, they are sober.

This dark city doesn't need anyone to correct it. They live so crazily in the abyss, living out a twisted and weird vitality.

This vitality grows out of the darkness. People here use madness as a blade, pointing accurately at anyone's heart.

Shiler stared straight at the black sun. He thought, perhaps, the people here are incomparable geniuses. The only fool is himself, and everyone outside the comics who tries to act as a savior.

The people here, with brains that don't know any psychological theory knowledge, saw through their professor like mind reading.

The black sun is also the sun. This is the most accurate profile of Shiler.

Shiler's incarnation is indeed not the scorching sun, but a sun that will never shine and has no heat, a black sun.

After a few minutes, Shiler wrote a line of words on the glass full of mist with his finger— "You passed."

In an instant, a fierce cheer erupted downstairs. Under the black sun, it was as if the people under the shining of this star that would never shine were celebrating the new birth.