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章節 1143: Chapter 765: Consequences of Messing with Thesis (Part 1)_1

The twilight hours around five or six in the afternoon is the best weather in Gotham, where the occasional sunset can be seen over the sea.

The glow of the setting sun can penetrate layers of rain clouds and shine into the City of Darkness. Therefore, it is inaccurate to call this place the City of Night, it is more akin to the City of Twilight.

At sunset, the demonic moment, the light of the setting sun can give everything it shines upon a veil of mysterious dream-like beauty. With the rosy illuminations, even the black text on the white paper turns into a beautiful gold, starting to shimmer and twinkle.

Although the appearance of the text becomes very beautiful, it can't reduce the headache caused by the content. With a stack of papers in hand, Shearer is obvious with furrowed brows.

Victor, who was passing by Shearer with a stack of files, paused and glanced at the stack of papers, noticing the name Bruce Wayne in the author section, and curiously leaned over.

"This is Bruce's paper? It's pretty good, isn't it? The introductory part seems quite logical, but... is there something wrong with this symbol? And the citation format here seems to be incorrect..."

Shearer shook his head and said, "There are more problems than that, you only saw his introduction, and that's the part he wrote most diligently. Take a look here, its all competent upon first glance, but it's completely inconsistent with the proposal he submitted to me, it's obvious he let his pen fly off in the wrong direction."

"Over here, the logical connection in his argument is a complete mess. He shouldn't have cited Jung's theory here, it conflicts with the conclusion he presented previously, and over here... his paper shows clear signs of being hurriedly done overnight."

Victor patted Shearer on the shoulder, saying, "You shouldn't be too strict, after all, he hasn't done much work for the past three years. It's already wonderful he's able to produce this, these are minor issues. As long as the main direction of his research is sound, he can still graduate."

Shearer snorted and said, "If his undergrad papers are like this, what will happen when he's a postgraduate?"

"He wants to go to graduate school?" Victor asked in surprise, "I thought he hated class? Besides, does he really have the time to devote to research?"

"Whether he wants to research or not, he needs to. The whole of Gotham University only has a few postgraduates, all of whom are from other schools and whose academic level isn't up to par. I've been working here for several years, and I haven't been able to bring up a single postgraduate, that would be a stain on my record."

Looking at the stack of papers, Shearer sighed, genuinely filled with worry. Victor contemplated for a while and said, "I think the people who look at your record probably wouldn't care whether you've brought up a postgraduate or not."

Shearer rubbed his temples, put down the stack of papers and picked up the phone on the side, he said, "Hello? I'm Rodriguez, yes, that's right, I'm looking for Wayne, What? He's not there? At this time, if he's not at the library, where else could he be?"

Glancing at his watch, Shearer noted that it was almost seven pm. He knew that dinner time at Wayne Manor was usually around five to six in the evening, and Bruce was accustomed to a regular life and wouldn't easily change his meal hours.

Therefore, he should have finished dinner and returned to the library to continue studying. If he isn't in the library now, that means he's not studying.

Shearer checked the paper in his hand again, furrowing his brows a little more.

If there are various issues with the paper, this is perfectly normal as he's just an undergraduate, but to remain behind in progress with ongoing problems in basic formatting, and then to disappear after dinner, that's an issue of attitude.

Shearer got up, put on his coat, grabbed an umbrella, and made his way to the library. Finding that Bruce was indeed not there, he went to the dormitories and the dining hall, only to realize that Bruce was nowhere to be found within Gotham University, meaning Bruce wasn't at the university at all.

Recalling Bruce's report that Alfred had fallen ill, Shearer guessed that Bruce might have gone back to Wayne Manor to visit his butler. After all, he had been staying at the university these few days. It is understandable that he would be concerned about Alfred's condition.

Shearer also wanted to visit Alfred, so he drove to Wayne Manor, only to find that Bruce was not there.

"Oh, Professor Shearer, what brings you here at this hour?" Alfred hurriedly greeted Shearer. He wanted to help Shearer take off his coat, but Shearer didn't have the intention to stay long. He said, "Nothing much, there are some formatting issues with Bruce's paper, I wanted to discuss them with him, is he not here?"

Alfred faltered for a moment and said, "I was just about to call the school and ask him to come back this weekend. Aisha is now at the age of attending kindergarten, I need to plan whether to hire a home tutor or send her to a community kindergarten…"

Shearer thought for a moment, then said, "If he's not at the school or at the manor, he's likely in the Wayne Building, or at his base."

Alfred nodded in agreement and said to Shearer, "You've been putting a lot of trouble into him these days, professor, I hope Bruce can graduate with excellent grades..."

Looking at the old man in front of him, Shearer smiled and said, "He will."

After leaving Wayne Manor, Shearer rushed to the Wayne Building, which is where most of the administrative staff of Wayne Enterprises work. Shearer had never been here before, since he didn't have an appointment, he asked the reception, but they hadn't seen Bruce there either.

Just as Shearer was about to head to the Batcave to find Bruce, he spotted a familiar shadow in a small alley near the Wayne Building. He glanced at his watch, it was not yet eight. Barely nightfall, why was Batman already out and about?

Schiller arrived at the end of the alley, just as Batman had jumped down from the wall. Upon seeing Schiller standing outside the alley, Batman was taken aback.

Before Schiller could say a word, Batman spoke up first, saying: "Professor, if you wish for me to finish my thesis as soon as possible, you could reach out to me directly in the library, there's no need to go to the Wayne Building, it may frighten the staff…"

Schiller was also taken aback, he asked: "When did I go to the Wayne Building? The front desk staff there doesn't even know me. I just called the library to look for you, and the librarian told me you weren't there, so I came here."

Both of them went silent, realizing there might be some misunderstanding at play here. Schiller was the first to speak up: "Batman, I don't necessarily want to stop your heroic endeavors, but don't you think you should assess your current situation?"

Schiller somehow produced a stack of papers, waving it in his hand to produce a "swish" sound. Looking at Batman, he said: "Your thesis now, there are issues with even the basic formatting. A lot of symbols are wrongly used, citation formatting is off…"

"If you wish to continue fighting crime in Gotham, at the very least you need to fix these issues first, right? Is it really too much to ask?"

"Uh, no…" Batman replied, but then he hesitated before adding: "However, I do have an urgent matter to handle right now."

"What matter?" Schiller asked, looking at him.

Perhaps even Batman found it absurd, he revealed a hesitant face but still said, "... There's been a break-in at the Wayne Building."

"A break-in??" Schiller raised his voice, saying: "Batman, do you insist on testing my patience time and time again? If you truly don't want to write your thesis, then you can postpone your graduation, a few years is fine. Don't spin a lie that even a three-year-old can see through to evade studies..."

After that, Schiller lowered his head, took a deep breath and said, "Alright, I can overlook the fact that you've been suffering from mental issues that aren't treated timely, causing a string of consequences, and prevent you from entirely immersing yourself in normal life at present. My demand isn't high, can you amend the symbol errors by tonight, is that too hard?"

Schiller thought he had displayed utmost patience, but Batman showed no signs of leaving. Batman repeated his statement, "I'm not joking, someone broke into the Wayne Building and took away a number of important documents. I thought it was…"

"You thought I was the culprit?" Schiller stepped forward and retorted while holding up the papers, "I have no interest in any documents from Wayne Enterprises, all I want now is for you to return to school promptly and correct your punctuation errors!"

Batman sighed and said, "I'm not worried about the documents being stolen, there's no secret in the Wayne Building. But the issue is, many employees were frightened. They claimed that a figure suddenly appeared in the office when they were clocking out…"

"Many people said it was a ghost but some reactions were quite extreme. In the past few days, the window glass of the Wayne Building has been shattered by bullets more than ten times, but the figure is still appearing…"

Schiller sighed and said, "I don't have time to play this detective game with you. Handle the problems of your company yourself. But tomorrow morning, I want to see all punctuation in your thesis corrected, alright?"

After saying this, he turned around and left. Batman standing behind him took a deep breath, touching his forehead, he was feeling anxious. Over the last two weeks, he deeply understood what academic pressure was.

The next morning, Schiller sat in his office once again, holding a stack of papers, frowning and sighing.

Anna and Victor leaned in together, whispering to each other. Victor stared at Schiller and said, "To be honest, I can totally understand his feelings. Whenever a student's thesis refuses to improve no matter how much they amend it, I really feel like shooting them with a freeze gun."

Anna snorted and said, "You've never seen a genius who got more than a dozen different results from the same data set or someone whose decimal point placement in the results section of the thesis was incorrect!"

The two of them sighed simultaneously. Having spent a long time in Gotham University, they could not wait to go to the chapel and thank God anytime they encountered a student whose formatting and punctuation were correct and whose logic and arguments were reasonably rigorous.

Schiller didn't hear their low voices and was just focused on looking at the thesis in his hand.

The punctuation in the thesis had been corrected, but that was all that was corrected. Schiller didn't believe that Bruce was one to act only when pushed. There was no other explanation for this other than his lackadaisical attitude.

After all, the story about the break-in at the Wayne Building, unless the thief was Catwoman, always sounded like a tall tale.

However, the matter was far from straightforward. Today, when Schiller called the library, the librarian said that Bruce Wayne was not there and hadn't been all day.

He called the dormitory, and the roommate said he hadn't seen him either. And calling the Wayne Manor, Alfred again said Bruce was not there.

For three entire days, he couldn't reach him on the phone, couldn't get the thesis, and couldn't find him.

It could be said that the only thing keeping Schiller from blasting Bruce with his temper at this moment is that Batman doesn't have parents.


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章節 1144: Chapter 766: Consequences of Messing with Thesis (Part 2)_1

It was another rainy night in Gotham, with the rain falling exceptionally hard and lightning flashing across the sky.

Even the seasoned Gotham citizens could only hide in their homes, peering at the violent side of nature through small windows.

With the passing of spring, the arrival of summer brought typhoons and torrential rains. Even though the city never hid behind any pretense of gentleness, the abrupt sound of the storm still managed to unnerve people.

A shadow fell from a tall rooftop, his cape wafting in misty rain. Like a solitary boat in a tempest, he landed, water splashing around him. In the light of the street lamps, it generated a brilliant neon aurora.

With a Batman dart in hand, the visible tension in Batman's muscles indicated that he faced yet another formidable enemy. This time, the pressure was greater than ever.

In the past, defeating criminals was mainly to aid others. Today, however, Batman had an additional objective: to return to school as quickly as possible to avoid endangering himself due to an incomplete dissertation.

But soon, he realized that it was too late. At the entrance to the alley, he saw a figure holding an umbrella.

This brought Batman back to the dreams he had in Shiller's Thought Palace. He had dealt with many murderers in these dreams, playing mind games with numerous terrifying opponents in an alternate Gotham City.

Even then, he felt his heart rate quicken. He understood that this was not a good sign. If he put himself in the position of prey, he may well become a sacrifice in this Dark City.

Without overthinking, Batman followed his instincts and threw his Batman dart. It was blocked by the umbrella. In the brief indistinct moment, the umbrella's tip - like a cold blade - flashed through the neon light.

With a swish, a corner of his cape was torn. Batman turned around and threw a punch. When his fists touched the umbrella, he felt an unsettling texture, as though he was clutching a snake.

He quickly let go and retreated rapidly. Under the dim light of the shop sign, Shiller looked at Batman coldly. He didn't have to say anything; Batman knew exactly what he was implying.

It was nothing short of an absurd joke. Batman remembered encountering Shiller in a dark alley for the first time, discussing crime, law, and human nature.

At that time, Batman was mentally unstable, his logic inconsistent, and so he retreated.

But today, he is no longer conflicted about such issues. He no longer has the intimidating drumbeat in his ear, and therefore, he now faces a far more practical issue.

Unable to finish his homework, his teacher, armed with a knife, came knocking. What should he do now? It's pretty urgent online.

Batman never needed anyone to provide him with answers. After hesitating for a second, he turned and jumped onto the wall, fired his grappling hook, and arrived at the rooftop of the building. The shadow with the umbrella followed closely.

Under the curtain of the storm in the Dark City, two shadows weaved through the city's rooftops, the sound of their clashing weapons like the heralding of a battle, the pitch getting higher and the rain getting louder.

Batman knew he couldn't shake off Shiller like this. He placed his hopes on the Batmobile, which had just undergone improvements to its safety system.

After Shiller punctured the Batmobile's engine with a mysterious radiant ring, Batman realized that the car's safety system still wasn't perfect. Consequently, in the following days, Batman made significant modifications to the vehicle, making the engine shell much stronger.

Batman pressed a button on his arm guard. A familiar beam of light pierced the rainy night. Batman ran in that direction and jumped off the building, using a grappling hook to cushion his landing and rolled on the spot to dissipate the impact.

After a series of smooth tactical movements, he regained his footing. But as soon as he took his first step, he stopped abruptly.

The Batmobile was indeed in front of him. The problem was it only had three tires.

Not far away, two children were pushing a giant tire, running and laughing, seemingly very happy.

With a light footstep behind him, Batman knew the bad news was coming.

Half an hour later, in the office at Gotham University, Shiller sat at his desk with three men standing before him. From left to right were a soaked Bruce, Jason, and Little Sly.

All three in the same state — towel over their heads, a cup of hot cocoa in their hands, remaining silent.

"Alright, let's solve your cases first." Shiller put the pen on his desk and asked, "Why did you two try to steal his tire?"

Jason and Little Sly exchanged a glance. Jason spoke up, "We just wanted to test if we could pry it off....."

Little Sly looked down at his fingers, saying, "We're not thieves, not to make money. And this kind of tire couldn't be sold. It's too big to be put on a car, but too small for a truck."

"So why did you steal it?" Bruce turned his head and asked them.

But Jason shouted, "We didn't steal it! We just wanted to try it... what's that word again? Little Sly, you say it!"

"Technical upgrade." Little Sly sighed, "What they teach at the Living Hell school is too simple, spelling, symbol usage, and at most, they only teach chores like cooking or fetching newspapers. I don't need to learn that."

"Without a teacher, I had to figure it out on my own, learn by trial and error. I have already figured out the structure of most car power systems. I wanted to build one myself, but there are still many technical problems..."

"I think standard car technology is very average. If I want a benchmark to emulate, it would still have to be the car with the bat tag we saw that day. We tried to remove its tires, but it took a lot of effort."

"So, Jason and I wanted to try again. Initially, we wished to dismantle the engine, but the hood was locked with some special lock which we couldn't open. We had to settle for removing the tires."

Little Sly and Jason both opened their eyes wide, displaying a pair of innocent expressions. Shiller then turned to Bruce and asked, "After they took off your tires last time, why didn't you modify your car?"

"I have limited time." Bruce answered, "Compared to tires, engines are more dangerous."

"The engine is more..." Shiller paused, then the realization hit him. What Bruce pointed out was himself. He sighed, then continued, "Alright, they didn't sell that tire, you can reclaim it."

"Besides, the lack of basic education is not their fault. You won't hold them accountable, right?" Shiller asked Bruce.

He was not attempting to guilt Bruce through moral bondage, just observing from his expressions. He didn't seem very angry. The look he gave the two boys seemed more like sympathy.

After all, if these two boys were born in another city, under better conditions, with proper educational resources, they could probably become vehicle engineers at the very least.

Bruce nodded, and both boys breathed a sigh of relief. If Wayne had held them accountable, they would surely face dire consequences.

Next, Shiller turned to them and said, "Since the Living Hell care program cannot meet your educational needs, why don't you come to the technical college at Gotham University? If you like cars, learn mechanics."

Little Sly blinked, "Technical college? But that's a place for adults. We're so young; can we really attend?"

Shiller grabbed a registration form from the side and began filling it out, "They don't consider age here, only ability. You two have already surpassed all current students by dismantling the Batmobile's tires."

Shiller wasn't exaggerating. Repairing cars and Batmobiles required different skills; the technical disparity was enormous. Although the kids were not on the same level as Bruce's exceptional skills, their talent was top-notch. It would be a real waste if they didn't receive a proper education.

"But, I don't like to sit and read. I really can't focus." Jason complained, "I can't memorize all those things."

Shiller continued to fill out the form, saying, "That's okay, you can only take practical classes. No one in this college will ask you to write a thesis; practical skills are all that matters."

Jason scratched his head and reluctantly accepted this explanation. He slapped Little Sly's shoulder and said, "Hey, bro, you're finally going to learn some professional knowledge. Let's feast in celebration later!"

After Shiller completed the enrollment forms, he gave one to each of them to register at the administrative office. Once the two left arm in arm, Shiller focused his attention back onto Bruce.

Bruce coughed and said, "I didn't lie. A mysterious man who could disappear at any time broke into Wayne's building. I don't know how he got out, I'm still investigating..."

Shiller observed Bruce's body language, thinking he didn't seem to be lying, but in his impression, Gotham didn't have villains like this.

The villains of Gotham all had distinctive styles; they were quite open about their madness and not sneaky at all.

They were determined to spread their beliefs to the world, not hesitating to create various murders and explosions for attention.

But the mysterious person Bruce described sounded more like a thief, a thief with a special ability. This kind of villain totally did not fit with Gotham's style. Without resentment, philosophies, or intellectual considerations, how could they survive in Gotham?

Shiller remembered the so-called Great King he heard about previously but couldn't rule out the possibility that this individual with the grandiose title was actually a sneaky thief. Shiller had done similar things in the past, like naming a hallucinogenic drug as 'liquor'.

Shiller handed over the stack of papers to Bruce who didn't accept them. Bruce looked into Shillers eyes, "You go to the library to write that paper; I'll handle the thief."

"And how will you handle it?"

"I'll catch him."

"You mean you'll break into Wayne's building and catch the thief in there?" Bruce asked, then continued, "Then I don't think the thief is that big a problem; we can leave him be."

"And here I thought your condition had improved, but it seems that you still have serious paranoia. What do you think I'm going to do? Fight it out with the thief and destroy the Entire Wayne building? Do you think I'm a helicopter engine?"

Bruce Wayne reached out and took the stack of papers, but to Shiller's surprise, he continued on Shiller's statement and made a joke:

"I'd rather that were the case, at least, the helicopter engine won't make me delay my graduation."


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