Chapter 2238: Late Autumn in Jincheng (Twenty-One)

Lex suddenly realized the madness of this city and its people.

When someone says he wants to become a god, how would you react?

Most people would just laugh it off as a joke that is not funny, and a few who are serious might ask this madman to see a psychiatrist.

Even Lex Luthor himself is just following his nature, hoping to control the world in a way that satisfies himself, release his nature, and pursue his desires.

Schiller said that he saw the art in it and was willing to pay an astonishing price to appreciate this beauty up close.

There is no doubt that if Schiller has seen through the plan, then he will know that one day he will have to pay for it, which must be a lot, and almost nothing will be gained.

This is a trap in itself. If Schiller does not see through it and falls into it, Lex can only say that he deserves it, but he saw it and still jumped in, Lex can only wonder if he is crazy.

Schiller is not a madman. Lex has already judged that Schiller Rodriguez may have many differences from ordinary people, but most of his abnormalities come from his genealogical characteristics. He is not the kind of completely chaotic madman. He is sober and rational.

But I am afraid that he is not now.

The sober professor did not know when he left, and now a group of weird things that Lex did not know what they were occupying this body.

He said that the trap drawn by Lex was beautiful, and he was going to go down and take a look, and then tricked Lex into redrawing the trap that had been erased, and jumped down without looking back, not even giving the owner of the trap a chance to regret. Lex, who was determined, did not know who was going to become a god.

Now the situation has become very embarrassing.

Lex asked, and Schiller agreed, so even if this was not a formal occasion, they had a relationship between godfather and godson.

And Lex has not become a god yet, he has not even graduated, and Schiller has become his godfather in addition to being his professor. Schiller originally had no control over him outside the office and emails, but now Schiller has become his only guardian.

If it was the original Professor Schiller, it would be fine. After a period of getting along, Lex thought he had figured out the professor's temper.

But this one is not like that now. Lex doesn't know who he is, or even what he is. He is a bit like Schiller. I'll wait and see if I'm sure.

I must get to know him as quickly as possible, and then find a way to get along with him, so that I can survive, I must survive.

"Can I ask a question..."

"I'm not arrogant, I'm not the professor you know." Schiller stood up again, walked to Lex's side, gently pressed his shoulder and said, "But don't worry, I'm not as strict as him. I usually don't make requirements for the academic level of my juniors. As long as they are happy, that's fine."

Before Lex was sure whether the punctuation marks here were credible, Schiller turned around and called his butler, and looked at the butler and said, "Go and get the file bag I put in the second drawer of my desk."

The butler quickly took it over, and Lex keenly saw his photo in the file bag. It was his graduation file, and it was also the last major hurdle for him to graduate. His graduate supervisor must sign it before he can have a degree certificate.

Schiller opened the file bag and took out the graduation file, then took the pen from the butler and signed his name on the last page.

Lex was somewhat incredulous to see the fluent cursive English gradually appearing at the end of the paper. He knew that Schiller's signature after one day was just an excuse, and his thesis had not yet received a completely passed reply.

But now he has graduated perfectly.

This is just a trap, Lex thought, to show the difference with Professor Schiller, or to provide him with a sense of security, and it is completely unbelievable.

However, although this does not prove that Schiller is more approachable, he still benefits from it, but he must carefully judge how thick the sugar coating on the sugar-coated bullet is.

"Thank you very much, professor." Lex nodded and took the graduation file and said: "I didn't expect that when everyone praised your professional level, I could still feel the charm of psychology again through close contact with you, which made me feel very sorry that I didn't learn more from you before."

It sounds like a completely polite and ceremonial remark, but the main theme still cannot avoid a theme-how Schiller did it.

Schiller usually doesn't explain the principle to anyone, because there is no principle to explain.

Schiller lowered his head to put on the cap of the pen, and walked around the table with the pen to the main seat and sat down and said: "Do you know how I view mind reading?"

Lex weighed it in his heart, but still said: "I think there may be such a magical ability in this world, but I'm not sure you have really come into contact with it. It feels very wonderful."

"From who?"

"Clark Kent, he said that when he concentrates, he can hear my inner thoughts."

"Do you think this is mind reading?"

Lex frowned and said: "I can only say that the first experience was very bad. When his eyes looked over, any of my defenses did not exist."

"People overestimate mind reading and underestimate me." Schiller commented: "Being able to read thoughts, even all thoughts at this moment, does not mean that you can analyze the personality of others."

Lex nodded, thinking that what Schiller said was quite reasonable. Unless he lived with a mind reader for a long time, the mind reader would even have to have considerable professional knowledge of psychology and good generalization skills in order to understand what he was reading. Thoughts and thoughts rise to a true understanding of a person.

Because most of people's thoughts in daily life cannot fully reflect their personality, just like a drop of solution that is almost entirely impurities. No matter how much is collected, it is still of no use without scientific purification. Clark has never expressed any opinions on Lex's personality. Although Lex's ideas about becoming a god have always existed in his mind, Clark seems to have never noticed it at all.

Lex was very sure that as long as Clark read this idea of ​​his, he would be very angry and stop him, because this is indeed ridiculous, and it is foreseeable that it is very likely to cause harm to society and break the peaceful life of ordinary people. , which Clark would never allow once he knew.

But he doesn't know.

How could he not know? Lex thought along this line. Perhaps as Schiller said, people with mind reading abilities cannot completely read all thoughts of everyone. Even if they can do so, they will not do so because of the The thoughts and emotions of others are tiring.

In this case, mind reading is indeed overrated. An accurate evaluation of a person's personality is obviously not something that can be achieved by reading a few thoughts.

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But this is obviously not a judgment that can be made without mind reading, just by looking at expressions, words or actions. The question has returned to its original point - why should Schiller?

"Remember what I said?" Schiller looked at Lex and asked: "I admire the artistic beauty in your personality and thoughts. When you are moved by a certain kind of art, you are more moved by it. Are you moved by the technique, or just by the atmosphere?”

Lex shook his head after thinking and said: "I am rarely moved, almost never, but if I could, I think art should be a more abstract thing. I stand there and feel something conveyed and instilled, and then Resonate with it.”

"Then this is the fact." When Schiller stared at Lex with his gray eyes, Lex felt that he was not looking at him. Those unfocused eyes seemed to be catching something scattered in the room.

"I see artistry in you and am moved by something you convey to me, and then make a judgment, instead of conversely making a judgment with reason first and then being moved."

Lex understood something, and then he asked curiously: "Is this true for everyone?"

Schiller withdrew his gaze and said, "Lex, you have to understand that there are very few geniuses in this world. Those who can stand here and constantly establish connections with others, and the special geniuses who can create an atmosphere are even rarer."

"I understand." Lex nodded and said, "Is this what you often call psychoanalysis?"

"This is not what the industry often calls psychoanalysis, but it is indeed mine." Schiller tapped his fingers on the edge of the table and said: "For me, the evidence is there, but other people who don't feel this way will never They can’t catch it, so they treat it as theology.”

"It's indeed amazing." Lex also walked back to his seat and sat down, but instead of facing the dining table, he turned sideways and looked at Schiller, put his hands on his knees and asked: "Your evaluation is extremely accurate, and I am deeply honored. , now there is only one question left, what do you want to do?”

Schiller smiled, looked at Lex and said, "What do you think I want to do?"

Lex began to tie what he was going to say into more than a hundred knots in his mind, eliminating any part of it that might be offensive or confusing before he spoke.

"I think you were dissatisfied with my perfunctory study of psychology during my academic career. This was the reason. Then you found that in my imagination, you were placed in a position that reflected my arrogance and arrogance. This makes you more uncomfortable."

"Boring," Schiller commented.

Lex had to play one more trump card.

"You sensed that I was interesting, so you wanted to influence me and manipulate me up close."

Schiller shook his head.

Lex frowned. He couldn't think of any other answer. This was actually cruel enough, but Schiller asked him to think again.

"I have said that there are very few geniuses that I can connect with. Appreciating the certain atmosphere you have created is an aesthetic enjoyment for me, and I am willing to pay a high price for it."

Lex suddenly realized.

So whether it's Bruce Wayne or John Constantine, they all belong to this type of genius. Schiller constantly interacts with them and invests a lot of energy but gets little return. It's not that Schiller really Such kindness is an equivalent exchange of material value and emotional value.

But the biggest weakness of emotional value is that people get tired of it, so they have one after another.

Now it's my turn, Lex thought.

But it's still a perfect opportunity for Lex to barely contain his excitement, because Schiller has just shown in action that he has almost no bottom line to pay for tickets.

Lex was actually not ready to graduate yet. He guessed that Schiller might not have read his thesis at all, but he still signed it without knowing his academic level. This can be called a certain It was academic misconduct, but he didn't care.

Besides, he had played the trick of repeating himself to fool children before, and Lex did not feel any excessive sense of morality from him like Clark and others, or no sense of morality, like a moral vacuum.

If I must say, Lex felt a kind of innocence and cruelty close to that of a child from him, not bound by laws and morals, only pursuing the enjoyment of his own nature.

But Schiller is not really just a child, he is extremely powerful and can do almost anything in this world.

And he, Lex Luthor, is not like Bruce Wayne or Constantine who are trapped by morality and their excessive saintliness.

If this is an equal exchange, why can't he make good use of it?

Ding Dong!