[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel":3,"chapter-my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-813":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","My Life as a Mental Mentor in Marvel",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2323381,4544,"Chapter 813","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-813",813,"\u003Cp>Jason watched from the corner for a moment, spotting a faint shadow of a vehicle approaching; he turned to the Red Hood and said, “When the time comes, block the road and claim you’re a gang enforcer collecting protection money—you’ll demand to open the cargo compartment to check for contraband.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That won’t work,” the Red Hood objected. “I don’t know much about gang rules, but their checkpoints are always fixed. If you block the middle of the road, the truck driver will just run you over.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Didn’t expect you to have some experience. Did you ever drive a truck in Gotham?” Jason asked, staring at the Red Hood, who felt a chill—he realized this child was sharper than he’d imagined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Red Hood shook his head. Jason continued, “Gotham drivers might do that, but these drivers aren’t from Gotham—they’re imported by those rich bastards from out of town. They’re terrified of gangs, especially with your current look—like a lunatic. He’ll open the door without a word and let us search.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then I’ll slip into the cargo hold and ride into the hotel. You don’t get on the truck—wait by the public phone booth on the road we came from. Once I’m in, call me here…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Red Hood raised no objections to the plan. In truth, there was nothing to object to—it sounded perfect. But he still asked, “Are you sure you can walk out of the hotel unharmed?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m not sure,” Jason said, shaking his head. “I’ve never been to a place like this. I don’t know what it’s like inside or who’s there. But none of that matters—sometimes, you just have to take the gamble.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Red Hood fell silent. The plan moved forward. The truck’s headlights glowed around the corner, casting a shadow on the wall like a rising sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sun returned from west to east; time reversed back to earlier in the day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hand reached up to adjust the lampshade, then the pen-hand lowered slowly. A sigh echoed as Schiller rubbed his temples.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A knock came at the door. Schiller said, “Come in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yin Wensi appeared in the doorway, holding a notebook, reading as he walked in. “Professor, the pathological analysis for Patient #2 is complete. Would you like to review it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiller pointed to the desk. Yin Wensi handed him the file. Schiller glanced at it and said, “Well written. Send it to Dr. Brand. Follow this for treatment.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yin Wensi, your performance is excellent—you should be eligible for Outstanding Graduate. Prepare your materials. I’ll submit your application to the Academic Office. If selected, you’ll get a scholarship and can ask faculty for recommendation letters to pursue graduate studies.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you, Professor. But I don’t plan to apply.” Yin Wensi apologized slightly. “I feel it’s unfair—I’m effectively two people studying, with twice the time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiller raised an eyebrow. “You care about academic fairness? But your case qualifies as exceptional—it should be included in the selection… Oh, by the way, has Gotham University’s medical assistance program ever helped you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yin Wensi shook his head. Schiller pulled a sheet from his drawer. “I’ll write you a diagnosis for Dissociative Identity Disorder. When you return to campus next week, collect it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yin Wensi smiled at Schiller. “Professor, you seem unusually happy. Did something good happen?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiller paused mid-handling the paper. “You could call it good news. I’ve found a student with exceptional talent—intelligent, perceptive, eager to think…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In the past few days tutoring him, I’ve felt refreshed. Oh, and by the way, my refreshed state isn’t just because of him—it’s also because Bruce Wayne finally stopped coming to campus.” Schiller leaned back, relaxed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I was just going to ask—where’s Bruce?” Yin Wensi asked, puzzled. “That kid Lex from the lower grades came looking for him, but I didn’t know where he was, so I couldn’t tell him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bruce? He’s lying in the hospital. He was badly injured recently, but he’s recovering fast—should be discharged next week.” Schiller wrote the diagnosis as he spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then his hand paused again. “If I let Bruce Wayne graduate, would you think it unfair?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Unfair?” Yin Wensi shook his head. “We all know he’ll graduate—even if delayed, he’ll graduate.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Besides, whether he has a diploma doesn’t affect Wayne Enterprises. He could skip graduation forever—it doesn’t matter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiller’s hand froze. “Are you sure every student thinks that way?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s going on? Professor, why suddenly want Bruce Wayne to graduate? Didn’t you say his credits were insufficient?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiller sighed, stood, and walked to the window, gazing outside. “Thesis work matters—you must master theory before applying it in practice.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But if someone has already found their own path through practice, regulations and rigid rules shouldn’t block their progress. Otherwise, it becomes another form of academic misconduct.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"To remain fair, you must acknowledge every dimension of professional ability—not just obsess over theory.\" Schiller lowered his eyes and sighed. \"Besides, if we’re talking theory alone, his final revised thesis is barely acceptable—it’s sufficient for an undergraduate thesis.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The only thing troubling me is—he skipped both internships. No matter what, he can’t accumulate enough credits…” Schiller rubbed his temples. “I never imagined I’d be more troubled by Bruce Wayne’s graduation than he is.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Honestly, Professor, if you hadn’t blocked his graduation in the first place, no one would’ve found it strange he graduated smoothly.” Yin Wensi pinched his fingers. “Everyone knows he’s rich. For all the funding Wayne Enterprises has provided over the years, no one would ever make trouble for him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you think I’m too strict?” Schiller asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gotham needs a teacher like you,” Yin Wensi said, looking out the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know every student starts from a different point. If I demand the same goal from all, I only expose my own arrogance—and risk destroying their confidence,” Schiller said, as calm as ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I thought my standards for Bruce Wayne were correct. But I’ve realized—they were both too high and too low.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yin Wensi didn’t understand what Schiller meant, but Schiller spoke as if to himself: “Demanding a child who lost his parents early and suffers from mental illness to achieve excellent grades may be unreasonable. Yet his progress in practice has been astonishingly fast.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If standards are too high, his mental stability won’t allow focused study. If too low, his astonishing talent is wasted… How can I fairly judge his achievements in psychology?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you troubled by this, Professor?” Yin Wensi asked, then added bluntly, “I have a good suggestion.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What suggestion?” Schiller asked, turning to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I believe the best way to judge a person’s level in psychology is practical application.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You mean make him a doctor?” Schiller shook his head. “No. His mental state can’t handle treating others—he can’t sustain prolonged high-output mental states without risking his own stability…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, I don’t mean medical application. I mean everyday life.” Yin Wensi spread his hands. “In daily life, we constantly analyze people’s psychology, sense their emotions, and respond appropriately.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you master this skill, daily life becomes easier. When someone shows a certain emotion, we can use theoretical analysis to trace its cause and unravel the underlying narrative.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If someone displays a certain state, we can rationally infer their current mindset. Knowing their psychology in advance lets us take control of the conversation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve learned well,” Schiller praised. “Many students complain while memorizing: ‘What’s the point of memorizing all these definitions?’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Professor, I think this is an extremely useful discipline. Alberto thinks so too—that’s why we study it so seriously. He believes it helps us detect the psychology of those beneath us, so we can react before they go off-track.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And what I mean by the best way to assess professional level is placing him in a completely unfamiliar environment, where he must communicate and interact to achieve something.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But how do you know his success in that new environment comes from high psychological skill, not something else?” Schiller asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Look at how deeply he integrates with the majority in that new setting. If he gains advantage through other means, he might be treated as an honored guest and gain great benefits—but won’t truly integrate.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Conversely, if he integrates deeply with the majority in a short time, it proves that beyond innate emotional intelligence and perception, he’s applied professional techniques.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiller nodded, smiling at Yin Wensi. “Just now I mentioned finding a new talented student—but I forgot there’s one standing right here…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yin Wensi lowered his head, smiling modestly. “I’m truly sorry, Professor. My background is unusual—I fear I won’t go far on the academic path. You’ve invested so much time and energy, yet haven’t gained a standout student.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiller turned back, sat behind his desk. “The Patriarch once asked me about your studies. I answered honestly, without excessive praise—I didn’t want him to hold high expectations for psychology.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you lack talent in this field, it will bring you great pain. But if you have talent, the pain is unavoidable. Yet without systematic study, that talent may become a lifelong illness. With study, perhaps you can turn illness into healing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The student I think highly of is just like that—he has too many questions waiting answers. If left unresolved, he’ll become an outcast, and eventually collapse.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Psychology can’t fully answer his questions. No discipline in this world can fill the void in such a person’s heart. But at least it can show him he’s normal—keep him from sinking deeper into the abyss.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I once told the Patriarch: studying psychology either drives you mad or kills you…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But actually, the causality is reversed. Only the mad and the dying truly wish to delve deeply into this discipline.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1605,"2026-06-20T16:39:22.658Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","9e63e6b6a64b29efaf5689c64de6ae1fd17fb2a8eef90d8a3ce0e14da4e69e08","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-814","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-812",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-cover.jpg"]