The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Bruce frowned the more he listened, and he said, But if you don't go to school, don't you even know basic grammar?

What does that matter? The fat boss didn't care, shook his head and said, You just need to learn how to put on a pose at a party of a gangster family. It just so happens that the cigar you brought today suits my taste, so I'll teach you One hand...

All ears, Bruce said.

First of all, there is nothing wrong with how you dress. This suit should also be made of good material. It seems that you have some wealth, but this alone is not enough. You have to learn to speak. Just right, Doyle, you probably haven't learned this, you In his light...

Doyle smiled at Bruce, Bruce nodded lightly, without saying anything, the fat boss took another sip of his cigar and said, Let me ask you, if you met your opponent in a certain mansion, what would you do recently? There was a little friction, at this time, he came up to you and said, the food here today is really unpalatable, I see you have eaten a lot, what does he mean?

Doyle frowned first, and said: I think he deserves a beating! He thinks the food is unpalatable, and he said that I ate so much. Isn't that just calling me bad taste? I'll make him look good when I go back!

Bruce frowned, and said, These two sentences should be in a progressive relationship, expressing the same meaning. If it's just provocation, there is a simpler way of saying it...

The fat boss smiled and said: It's this...what's his name? Oh, Match Ma Long, he's smarter. What this sentence actually means is that the two of us shouldn't be here now, and you shouldn't be here either. We're almost done eating, let's find a place to talk.

And because you have had friction recently, and he took the initiative to come to you, he probably wants to take a step back to show weakness to you, but his attitude of showing weakness is not obvious, because he doesn't want to talk to you about this in public , This is more like saying to you, we all had problems with the incident two days ago, but it’s not worth fighting over such a trivial matter, let’s forget about it, but if it happens again next time, I still won’t Let yours.

Doyle and Bruce looked at each other, and Doyle shook his head and said, Fortunately, my site is relatively remote, so I don't pay much attention to it. If it wasn't for my brother-in-law's east wind recently, I wouldn't be able to come here.

Bruce felt a bit of a headache, he seemed to be back in the psychology class, he still remembered that Schiller taught two behavioral classes, and Bruce slept very soundly in those two classes.

Excessively magnified analysis of someone's words and deeds is not a psychotic act here, but a very reasonable and often occurring behavior.

All this is like shrouded in a layer of secret mist. On the surface, everyone is a civilized person in suits and leather shoes, shuttling between the lights and candlelight, nodding and smiling, spinning and dancing, restrained and polite, not like gangsters.

But behind all the bustle, there are scrutinizing eyes, calculating eyes, contemptuous and mocking whispers, and silent conversations.

Bruce felt that he was entering a new world, where all behaviors were different from the past, but he was more concerned about the advantages and disadvantages of this rule, and where the key lies.

He instinctively felt that what Doyle mentioned earlier about his son's education might be the key, so he asked again: Of course I know that these rules should be learned. If there is a chance, I would like to learn too. But don’t you need the knowledge taught in school?”

The fat boss shook his head and said, Yes, reading more books may be beneficial, such as speaking more politely, just like you, your education should not be low, right?

Bruce argued, Yes, I graduated from college.

Then he added in his mind: Not yet fully graduated.

Yes, this is an improvement for you. The fat boss said: Because you were lucky, and through force, you killed a boss who was not very popular, and you managed to get his subordinates to follow you.

But for a lot of other people, it's better to learn more about words and moods than to learn that grammar knowledge. Anyway, no one here is going to teach you grammar, and if you don't make up this knowledge, your status will not be maintained. It's been a long time.

Of course, if I want to learn, I hope that my children will learn to learn musical instruments and painting. They don't have to learn too much. As long as they maintain their temperament and don't be too wretched, if they can have a little artistic accomplishment, they will be more comfortable when talking to others. , and will make others take a high look.

After coming out of the ward, Bruce kept thinking.

For a long time before, he had been chased by Schiller for his thesis, which would give him an illusion, as if everyone in the world had to study, and life was meaningless if he didn’t study, and if he didn’t write a thesis The end is a dead word.

But now, he clearly realizes that Schiller's request for him is special, and it can be said to be rare. In Gotham, most of the gangsters don't study much, and reading is also biased towards improving temperament, not Learn.

But in their gangster life, they really don't need much knowledge, the things taught by tutors are enough, plus they have to devote most of their energy to leading the family to win the competition, and there is no time to go to school.

Although Bruce can't bear to write papers every day from morning to night, but he thinks. If you go to the other extreme of not learning at all, it will not work.

Bruce's genius brain allowed him to master the most quintessential knowledge in the world at the young age of 20, both in depth and breadth, far surpassing his peers, and even far surpassing most human beings.

But when it comes to knowledge, the more you know, the more you feel that you don't know enough. The more knowledgeable you are, the more you realize that there are too many things in this world that you don't understand and haven't fully understood.

The same is true for Bruce. The more he studies, the more he realizes that there are still too many things he has not learned. He even feels whether he can really appreciate the charm of endless knowledge in his limited life. It is inconceivable that without knowledge he has no sense of security.

He also expected the consequences of the gangster's development in this way. In the end, the rules became more and more solidified, and the people in the rules became less and less knowledgeable.

Thinking that the current state of Gotham is still not the bottom, and there is still room for decline, Bruce feels more urgent.

Even in the current situation, if he tried his best, he might not be able to turn the situation around. If he continued to fall like this and reached the bottom completely, everyone would die together.

After so many days of investigation and experience, Bruce understood that he was not saving Gotham, he was also saving himself.

Bruce sat on the bed in his ward, constantly writing and drawing with a pen. He spent a lot of money to buy a single room for him to relax and think.

Thinking about it, Bruce leaned on the bed and gradually fell asleep, but the next day, it was not the nurse who woke him up, but a noisy voice. He heard a familiar voice from outside the door:

Come on! One group! The ward on the right! Go in one by one, two people share one room, stand outside the door of the ward, look at the house number, and remember the patients you are in charge of...

Second group! Follow me this way! Why are you standing there stupidly? Didn't I tell you in school? Field practice is like this...

What? You said you saw your father? Now he is a patient, understand? Don't say anything about relatives. It is not your parents who decide whether you can graduate, but me...

Three groups! Three groups! Come here...

Hearing footsteps approaching, Bruce hurried over, pretending to be still asleep, but at this moment, he heard the door being pushed open, and Schiller's voice appeared outside the door.

The three groups are all candidates for outstanding graduates, so the other two groups are in charge of Dr. Bland, but I will personally bring the third group, ten of you... oh, no, nine, that damn it Wayne wasn't here.

Evans, Evans, come here, send this out first, everyone is optimistic about the rules, come on, this patient, please cooperate...

Schiller waved his hand to Bruce, and Bruce stopped where he was. Schiller was taken aback for a moment, and he said, Hello, this patient, I'm Dr. Rodriguez, can you please cooperate?

Bruce still didn't move, and seeing Schiller was about to walk over, Bruce had to turn over.

All the students took a step back when they saw the mask on his face, because everyone knew that in Gotham, there is no weak person with a mask.

Seeing Bruce, Schiller was stunned. He looked Bruce up and down to make sure he was right, then stood still and took a deep breath and said, gritting his teeth:

This patient, our three rounds of internships have started, can you please cooperate?

Bruce coughed hard, and then said in an extremely hoarse voice, Okay, let's get started.

Looking at this perverted killer reservist wearing a mask, burnt all over, and hoarse, all the students look at me and I look at you.

Everyone took another step back.

Schiller glanced at him and said, I think this patient is quite sick. Come on, Evans straightens up the queue and asks one by one.

Bruce saw the classmates he was familiar with on weekdays, each holding a case book, forming a long queue in front of him.

Bruce opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but felt Schiller's death stare, he could only lean on the bed like a normal gangster, with nothing to love.

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