Chapter 771: Bruce? I Don't Know Him Well! (Part 1)

On the morning after the typhoon, the weather would get better. The dark clouds that had been covering Cat Getan also dispersed a bit. After a night of violent wind and rain, the air was refreshingly clean.

Jason, standing by the window, stretched and loosened his neck, calling Little Slick, who was still sleeping soundly on the bed. After Little Slick got up, he asked while washing up: "Are you going to eat breakfast today?"

"Of course, the cafeteria of this school is quite good," Jason patted his chest and said: "I'm growing, I need to eat more."

"I won't go today. I still don't quite understand the transmission structure the teacher talked about yesterday. I'll go over early today to ask the teacher."

Little Slick took his books and was about to walk out. Jason stopped him and asked: "Wait, why don't I bring you a portion? Do you want a burger or a wrap?"

"Give me a wrap, but no sauce. It's too salty." Little Slick pushed the door and walked out. Jason, standing behind him, shook his head and said: "What a weirdo, his taste is also weird."

Suddenly, he clutched his forehead and said: "Oh, heaven, transmission structure... what did the teacher emphasize yesterday?"

Finding that there was still time, Jason sat on his bed and muttered to himself: "Sometimes, I really envy him for being able to find something he likes to do."

He put his hands behind his head, leaned on the pillow, and said: "... What do I like? Repairing cars? But I steal tires just to sell them for money. Do I really like fiddling with those mechanical parts?"

Jason shook his head, seemingly feeling that he couldn't figure it out. Suddenly, he leaped up, loosened his body again, and said: "Jason, you don't have that kind of good luck to do nothing and lie down counting money. Let's go."

Soon, Jason arrived at the cafeteria. Because the class time for the Vocational Technical College was earlier than the main college, most of the people eating in the cafeteria at this time were students from the technical college.

They all knew these two children who had just joined and were relatively young. Jason waved to greet them.

Jason was quite popular. He could get along anywhere, which was thanks to his experience of struggling at the bottom of Cat Getan.

You know, in a place like Cat Getan, being able to become the leader of a neighborhood children's gang requires not just IQ and courage, but also very high emotional intelligence.

In a sense, children are harder to manage than adults, and the mistakes they make are more frequent, requiring more energy to help them smooth over some troubles, while not making other children who didn't make mistakes feel unfair.

The Roll-Tail Gang led by Jason was famous on an entire street, just because their leader had more leadership than others and could always smooth over various unimaginable troubles, maintaining the safety and interests of his gang members.

Little Slick would go steal the Batmobile's tires to practice his technology, but Jason wasn't like that. He just did it to earn money to subsidize the gang, and helping Little Slick later was just because he valued loyalty.

He really didn't have much interest in coming to school to learn car repair.

Carrying his food, Jason planned to find a quiet place to eat, and then he saw a familiar figure in the corner of the cafeteria. It was Schiller.

Originally, the teacher's cafeteria and the student cafeteria were separate, but because the main cafeteria wouldn't open so early and the chefs hadn't started work, Schiller had been eating in the student cafeteria for the past few days.

There was no student near Schiller's seat, but the diagonal opposite of his seat was crowded with people. Many people felt fear toward this professor, worried that he would find them unpleasant and then freeze them with his umbrella.

But Jason's thinking was very unique. He felt that being frozen was also a fun thing, so he wasn't afraid of Schiller at all. He walked over happily with his tray and asked: "Professor Schiller, can I sit here and eat?"

Schiller looked up at him and said: "Of course. What did you get? A burger? Why is there also a wrap?"

"Oh, that's for Little Slick," Jason shrugged and put the tray down, saying: "He said he didn't understand a transmission structure yesterday, so he wanted to go ask the teacher this morning, so he's already in the classroom now."

"He's a good student and very suitable for this line of work," Schiller nodded and said: "In the future, he will become an excellent automotive engineer."

"Is that so? Do you think so too?" Jason sat down, picked up the burger, opened the wrapping paper, took a bite, and asked: "What about me? What do you think I will do in the future?"

Schiller smiled and said: "That depends on yourself. What do you want to do?"

Jason sighed. Schiller felt it was very interesting because Jason was clearly still a child, but he always liked to put on an adult's expression, looking both serious and funny.

"It's just because I don't know what I want to do that I want to ask others. Little Slick says he wants to invent cars with me, but actually, I don't have any extra interest in cars. I went to pry the Batmobile's tires just to sell them for a high price."

"Do you want to make money very much?" Schiller asked.

Jason shook his head and said: "Actually, I can't use that much money, but the Roll-Tail Gang has many children who can't go out to work, so I have to earn as much money as possible to subsidize the gang."

"However, it's much better now," Jason wore a smile and said: "Older children can go sell newspapers, sell cigarettes, or deliver things, and younger children can also go to the foster home. Not only is it free, but it also provides a meal. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to leave. That group of little devils, as long as no one is watching them, will definitely cause trouble."

Seeing him reveal an adult-like sorrowful expression again, Schiller felt it was very interesting. He asked: "So, do you want to lead the gang?"

Jason hesitated and said: "I don't know what counts as leading a gang. Is it developing a gang to the strongest? But, I..."

Jason paused for a while, as if thinking, and then he said: "I don't know if what the gang does is right. Everyone does it, so I can only do it, but I don't like robbery, and I want to avoid firefights as much as possible..."

"I don't know if I have the courage to send the children of the Roll-Tail Gang who grew up with me to the front line of a firefight, letting them get injured and bleed to earn money for me."

Schiller looked at him and felt somewhat surprised. It wasn't because of this point of view, but because Jason's ability to express himself far exceeded what he should have at his current age. He could express certain problems that should be very confused at this age very clearly.

Many people feel a certain emotion in their hearts but don't know where it comes from, and many people know where it comes from but have no way to express it clearly through language. There are also many people who have the ability to express it clearly through language but are ashamed to speak because of their personality.

From feeling to expressing, one has to overcome many difficulties. Generally speaking, it requires the accumulation of knowledge and experience about things to improve this ability, but some people are born with stronger talent.

They are more sensitive to their own and others' emotions and can express the emotions they perceive with very clear logic. The process from feeling to expressing is very smooth, without any obstacles. This is actually a very special ability.

Schiller cut off a small piece of steak and put it into his mouth, looking at Jason and asking: "In an environment where everyone won't do good things, are you willing to go against the current and be the special one?"

"What should be used to distinguish good things from bad things?" Jason asked again: "I don't want the children in my gang to starve, so I go steal tires to sell. I saw it in the newspaper; they say stealing is wrong, but I can't watch the children of the Roll-Tail Gang go hungry."

"They go hungry because their parents don't raise them, and their parents don't raise them because they might have died in gang firefights, or because they are oppressed by gangs and have no time to take care of them."

"So, I go steal the tires of gang members, just asking for the reward of raising children from them. I don't think this is doing bad things."

Schiller stared at Jason and said: "What about stealing the Batmobile's tires? You know Batman is a vigilante who stops crime."

"That's because he has a lot of money," Jason said very straightforwardly: "He lost a tire. This loss might not even be enough for a meal for him, but if that tire could be sold, the Roll-Tail Gang wouldn't have to worry about food for two months."

"Do you think rich people deserve to be stolen from? Or, to put it another way, do you think crimes against rich people should be forgiven?"

"I don't know," Jason replied. He said: "I often wonder, where does money in the world come from?"

"I'm very strange. Where does money in the world come from? The newspaper says money is printed by the bank. Then why can't the bank print more so that everyone has money?"

"Why do rich people have so much money, but they aren't willing to pay their employees more wages?"

"Their hearts clearly know that for them, just a piece of jewelry or a sculpture that is just for show might let poor people and children eat their fill for several months. They aren't willing to take out this money—is it because they didn't see it, or because they don't care?"

Schiller smiled and looked at him, asking: "If you were a rich person, would you be willing to give your money to the poor?"

"I am feeling confused because of this," Jason shook his head and said: "When I was a poor person, I hoped that those rich men could do a little more. But when I imagined myself as a rich person, what I thought about was buying a big house I liked, or going to the West for an adventure. Is it really normal for me to think like this?"

Jason took another bite of the burger and said: "The newspaper never talks about this kind of thing, but the books Little Slick shows me don't tell me either. They only talk about how the motor works."

"But, can making the motor turn faster really let everyone not go hungry?"

"Do you want everyone not to go hungry?" Schiller asked.

"Of course!" Jason raised his tone, staring at Schiller and saying: "No one in the world wouldn't think so, right? Everyone would think, if everyone didn't go hungry, and everyone could afford to buy what they liked, how good that would be? Isn't that right?"

Schiller asked again: "Do you think, to achieve this, is it by stopping bad things, or by promoting good things?"

"Can't it be together?" Jason shrugged and said: "Anyway, it's all fantasy. I think it can be done together. On one hand, let criminals not commit crimes anymore, and on the other hand, let those who do good things get rewarded, so they will do more good things."

Victor said cheerfully, "Of course."

After Victor used the freeze gun to thaw Captain Cold, he didn't run away as expected, but instead looked at the ice on the ground very seriously and said, "How do you solve this? Will it melt?"

"No, it will sublimate directly, but it won't absorb heat. I can't explain the specific principles to you right now, but you will definitely learn them in the future."

When they arrived at Victor and Schiller's office, Mirror Master and Captain Cold stared at each other. Schiller stood between them, snapped his fingers, and said, "I don't want to investigate who called whom. Since you've both enrolled, you're classmates. Now go back to sleep, class starts at 7:00 tomorrow morning..."

Mirror Master and Captain Cold exchanged a glance. In the end, the two left the office. On the way to the dormitory, Mirror Master said, "What's wrong with you? How did you get caught by him?"

"He has mastered a new type of low-temperature technology I've never seen before, but that's not the point..." Captain Cold looked left and right and said, "Sam, you're still young and don't understand many things. Do you really think you can get any good results by following that Savage?"

"But he really is an immortal! He knows many things we don't. Perhaps he really can rule the world!" Mirror Master retorted.

"You think he knows many things we don't only because you know too little." Captain Cold said very calmly, "Do you remember what I said back then?"

"Even if we want to be villains who rule the world, we must rely on our own strength. Others can never be relied upon."