Chapter 768: The Consequences of Half-Assing a Thesis (Part 2)

Another rainy night in Cat Getan, this time the rain was exceptionally heavy, with thunder and lightning.

Even the Cat Getan citizens who were accustomed to this could only hide in their own houses, peeking at the violent side of nature through small windows.

After spring gradually passed, what accompanied the arrival of summer were typhoons and heavy rain. Although this city never had any gentle disguise, such rapid wind and rain sounds inevitably made people feel their hearts trembling.

A black shadow fell from the high rooftop, the cape fluttering in the rain mist like a boat in a violent storm. When it landed, the splashing water turned into brilliant neon in the light of the street lamps.

Batman's hand was pinching a Batarang, and from the tense muscles in his hand, one could see that he had encountered another difficult opponent, and this time, his pressure was greater than ever before.

Usually, he defeated criminals to save others, but today, he had one more goal in defeating the criminal: to return to school as quickly as possible, ensuring that he wouldn't face any life-threatening danger for not completing his thesis.

But soon, he discovered that it was already too late, because at the entrance of this small alley, he saw a figure carrying an umbrella.

This reminded Batman of the dreams he had in Schiller's Palace of Mind. He had dealt with many murderers in his dreams, playing games with many terrifying opponents in a mutated Cat Getan City.

Even so, he still felt his heartbeat accelerating. He understood that this wasn't a good sign. If he placed himself in the position of prey first, he would very likely become a sacrifice to this dark city.

Batman didn't think too much, throwing a Batarang according to his intuition, but it was blocked by the umbrella. In the moment he couldn't see clearly, what slashed through the neon was the cold blade light of the umbrella tip.

With a "Swish," a corner of his cape was torn. Batman turned and threw a punch. The umbrella opened again. When his fist touched the umbrella surface, Batman felt he had touched a strange texture, as if he were grabbing a snake.

He hurriedly let go and retreated rapidly. Under the dim light of the store sign, Schiller looked coldly at Batman. He didn't need to say anything, but Batman knew very well what he was going to say.

This was a very absurd joke. Batman still remembered that when he first faced Schiller in a dark alley, they were discussing crime, law, and human nature.

At that time, Batman's mental state wasn't stable enough, and his logic couldn't be self-consistent, so he retreated.

But today, he was no longer entangled in those things, and there was no drumbeat like a death warrant ringing in his ears. So, he was now facing a more realistic problem.

The assignment isn't finished, the teacher is coming to the door with a knife—what should I do now? Waiting online, very urgent.

Batman never needed anyone to give him the answer. After hesitating for a second, he turned and jumped onto the wall, fired a grappling hook, reached the rooftop of the building, and used the grappling hook to cushion his landing before rolling to dissipate the force.

After a series of smooth tactical movements, he stood firm, but as soon as he took a step, he was stunned.

In front of him was indeed the Batmobile, but the problem was, it only had three wheels.

Not far away, two children were pushing a huge tire, running while laughing, seeming very happy.

With a "Clatter," a slight sound of footsteps rose behind Batman. The moment he heard this sound, he knew he was in big trouble.

Half an hour later, in the office of Cat Getan University, three people stood in front of Schiller's desk. From left to right, they were Bruce, Jason, and Little Slick, all soaked to the bone.

All three had the same look: towels draped over their heads, holding a cup of hot cocoa in their hands, remaining silent.

"Alright, let's judge your case first," Schiller put the pen in his hand on the desk and said, "Why did you two steal his tire?"

Jason and Little Slick looked at each other. Jason opened his mouth and said, "We just wanted to try if we could pry it off..."

Little Slick looked down at his fingers and said, "We aren't thieves. It wasn't to sell for money. This kind of tire can't be sold; it's too big for a sedan, but too small for a truck."

"Then why did you steal it?" Bruce turned his head and looked at him, asking.

Jason shouted, "We aren't thieves! We just wanted to try... what was that word? Little Slick, you say it!"

"Technical upgrade," Little Slick sighed and said. "The things taught at that school in the Living Hell are too simple. Spelling words, using symbols—at most, they only teach cooking, running errands, and collecting newspapers. I don't need to learn those at all."

"With no teacher to teach me, I could only grope and try repeatedly. I've already figured out the structure of the power systems of most cars. I originally wanted to build one myself, but there were still quite a few technical problems..."

"I thought, the technology of ordinary cars is very average. If I want to find a technical benchmark, it has to be that car with the bat mark from that day. At that time, we spent quite a lot of effort to remove its tire."

"So, Jason and I wanted to try again. Originally, we wanted to remove the engine, but that hood had a special lock, and we couldn't open it, so we could only settle for the next best thing and remove the tire."

Little Slick and Jason both opened their eyes wide, wearing innocent expressions. Schiller turned his head to look at Bruce and asked, "Last time you had your tire removed, why didn't you modify the car?"

"My time is limited," Bruce replied. "Compared to the tire, the engine is more dangerous."

"The engine is more..." Schiller paused, then reacted. Bruce was referring to himself. He sighed and continued, "Alright, they didn't sell that tire, you can take it back and reinstall it."

"And, the lack of basic education isn't their fault. You shouldn't hold them responsible, right?" Schiller looked at Bruce and said.

He wasn't using moral kidnapping; he was just looking at Bruce's expression. He wasn't very angry; he looked at these two children more with pity.

After all, if they had been born in other cities, had favorable conditions, and enjoyed good educational resources, then perhaps, at the very least, they could have become automotive engineers.

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Bruce nodded. The two children breathed a sigh of relief. If Wei En held them responsible, their end would definitely be miserable.

Then, Schiller looked at them again and said, "Since that foster home in the Living Hell can't satisfy your educational needs, then come to the technical college of Cat Getan University to go to school. Don't you like cars? Then go learn how to repair cars."

Little Slick widened his eyes and said, "Technical college? But that's a place for adults to go to school. We are so young, can we really enroll?"

Schiller reached out and took an application form from the side and began to fill it out. He said, "It doesn't look at age here, only at level. You can both remove the tire of the Batmobile; you've already surpassed all the students here."

Schiller wasn't exaggerating. Repairing cars and repairing the Batmobile were two completely different technologies. The technical gap was ridiculously large. Although these two children hadn't reached Bruce's level of cheating, their talent was top-notch. It would be a pity if they couldn't receive a good education.

"But, I don't like sitting in a seat and reading. I really can't read it," Jason complained. "I can't memorize those things at all."

Schiller wrote while saying, "It doesn't matter. You can just take practical classes. No one in that college will ask you to write a thesis. As long as you can actually operate it, that's fine."

Jason scratched his head and reluctantly accepted this statement. He patted Little Slick on the shoulder and said, "Hey, brother, you can finally learn more professional knowledge. Let's go have a big meal to celebrate later!"

After Schiller finished writing the application form, he gave them one each and told them to go to the Academic Affairs Office to report. After the two walked away with their arms around each other's shoulders, Schiller cast his gaze on Bruce again.

Bruce coughed and said, "I really didn't lie. A mysterious person who can disappear at any time broke into Wei En Tower. I don't know what means he used to leave. I'm still investigating..."

Schiller observed Bruce's body movements and felt he didn't seem to be lying. However, in his impression, Cat Getan shouldn't have such a villain.

Cat Getan's villains all had very prominent styles—that is, they were crazy in a justified way, not sneaky at all.

They were obsessed with promoting their ideas to the whole world and didn't hesitate to manufacture various murders and explosions for this purpose to gain attention.

But this mysterious person described by Bruce was more like a thief, and a thief with special abilities at that. This kind of villain was completely not Cat Getan's style. Without any grievances, without ideas, without philosophical thinking, how could they survive in Cat Getan?

Schiller remembered the so-called Great Monarch he had heard of before. It couldn't be ruled out that this person had taken a very high-sounding name, but was actually a sneaky thief. Schiller had also done such things before—for example, naming a hallucinogen "Wine."

Schiller handed the stack of theses to Bruce, but Bruce didn't take them. Schiller looked into his eyes and said, "You go to the library to write the thesis, and I'll go handle that thief."

"How do you plan to handle it?"

"Catch him."

"You mean, you're going to break into Wei En Tower and catch a thief there?" Bruce asked, and then he continued: "Then I think the thief isn't a big problem. It's fine if you don't catch him."

"I originally thought your condition had improved, but I didn't expect you to still have such a serious persecution delusion. What do you think I want to do? Have a big battle with that thief there and then collapse the entire Wei En Tower? Do you think I'm that helicopter engine?"

Bruce Wei En reached out and took the stack of theses, and to Schiller's surprise, he followed Schiller's words and made a joke:

"I'd rather that, at least, a helicopter engine wouldn't make me delay my graduation." ===== CHAPTER 769 =====

"Are you saying you want to break into Wei En Tower and catch a thief there?" Bruce asked, then he continued, "In that case, I don't think the thief is much of a problem; it's fine not to catch them."

"I thought your condition had improved, but I didn't expect you to still have such severe persecutory delusions. What do you think I want to do? Have a grand battle with that thief there and then collapse the entire Wei En Tower? Do you think I'm that helicopter engine?"

Bruce Wei En reached out and took the stack of papers, and to Schiller's surprise, he followed up on Schiller's words with a joke:

"I'd actually prefer that; at least a helicopter engine wouldn't cause me to delay my graduation."