American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman - Chapter 467 Is Schiller sick? (middle)

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At breakfast, Merkel watched Schiller's clumsy folding of the newspaper. He hesitated, but said:

"Sir, do you want me to help you?"

Schiller didn't answer. He was trying hard to get the newspaper upright so he could see it, while still eating with a fork, but he soon found out. It's still hard to do this, it's far less convenient than looking at a mobile phone, so he sighed and threw the newspaper aside.

Lamenting the backwardness of technology in the 20th century again, Schiller began to concentrate on the food on the plate.

Re-baked toast, served with sausages, fried eggs and braised peas, plus a cup of hot milk at just the right temperature, without having to cook or wash the dishes by yourself, the full Schiller leaned back in the chair Leaning on, lamenting the corruption of aristocratic life.

But Merkel, who was about to clear the dishes, was stunned again. He glanced down at his watch again and found that Schiller had only eaten for 20 minutes, and now it's not even 7 o'clock.

There is nothing left on the plate, only a small section of bread that has been tested, a little soup of peas, the knife is casually thrown at hand, but the fork is placed on the plate, and the milk glass is placed on the plate. in front of...

Merkel thought that perhaps Schiller was really sick.

Let’s not talk about the eating process that has no sense of ritual and fixed process, and let’s not talk about the rest of the meal that is irregular, and the knives and forks that are completely untidy can also be ignored. It's not a milk glass in the middle, enough to make Schiller irritable all day long.

If this has happened in the past, Merkel can only pray silently for the students who are in class today.

Merkel was surprised by the overly normal meal process. He was surprised by the patronage, and he had no chance to say what he said.

Just when he was about to find a chance to speak, Schiller stood up and said, "I'll go up and sleep for a while, and call me at about 9:30, thank you."

Merkel's eyes widened, he showed a hesitant expression, and Schiller looked at his expression and asked, "What's wrong?"

"You mean you plan to go upstairs and sleep for a while after dinner?"

"Uh, can't you?" Schiller glanced at his watch and said, "Isn't my class at 10 o'clock? It's only 7 o'clock, what are you doing so early?"

"Um... well, if you're going to do that, I'll call you on time, oh wait! You said 9:30, this..."

"Gotham University is not far from here." Schiller said as he walked upstairs: "Even by bicycle, it will be half an hour."

With that, he returned to the bedroom, leaving only Merkel, who was still surprised.

With two minutes left before 10 o'clock, Schiller, who was sitting in the driver's seat, first glanced forward at the endless traffic jam, and then looked back at his own home, which was still within sight and could see very clearly. He sighed deeply, regretting that he had taken the initiative to work for DC Schiller.

At 10:10, the classroom at Gotham University was full, and most of the people were whispering and talking in low voices.

At this moment, footsteps sounded from outside the door, and everyone immediately sat upright and stopped talking. The air in the entire classroom was like a piece of condensed ice.

The footsteps gradually accelerated. At this time, it was Yin Wensi who rushed into the classroom. He just entered the classroom, and he hurriedly said:

"I'm really sorry, Professor, the first day it was opened to traffic today, it was too congested. I got up at 6 in the morning and went out at 7 in the morning, but I only arrived now, I'm really sorry..."

When he found that no one responded to him, Yin Wensi remembered to look at the podium, and then he found that there was no one there.

He widened his eyes and walked slowly to his seat with a puzzled face. Then he saw Bruce sitting next to him, staring at the podium thoughtfully.

"What's the matter? Bruce, what about the professor?"

Bruce shook his head slowly, Yin Wensi's eyes widened again, he looked around and found that the eyes of his classmates were all on him, so he could only stand up and say:

"Don't worry, I'll find someone to call the professor."

About 20 minutes later, Schiller, who was still stuck in the manor area, saw a helicopter with the logo of the Wayne Group slowly landed on the lawn of a manor.

Bruce came out of there, and Schiller put his hand out of the car window and waved at him.

Bruce stepped forward and looked at Schiller, who was sitting in the driver's seat, speechless. He asked, "Why are you here?"

"Shouldn't that be the question I asked you? How did you come here? Still driving the helicopter?"

"Yin Wensi called to your manor. Your housekeeper told him that you went out an hour ago. According to the traffic laws in Gotham, I guess you should be stuck here."

"What happened to you?" Bruce asked in confusion.

"What's wrong with me?" Schiller was also very puzzled, he misunderstood what Bruce meant, he waved his hand and said, "Well, I'm just unlucky, I encountered a big traffic jam, I'll try to be earlier next time, you Go back and tell the students that this class will be changed to self-study..."

Bruce walked around the car, opened the co-pilot's door, sat in Schiller's co-pilot, then turned his head and squinted at him.

"Is there a problem?" Schiller asked, looking at him.

But Bruce still stared at him without saying a word, so Schiller could only say, "Okay, you little bastards, move freely, okay?"

Bruce's eyes became tighter and tighter, and it had turned into a very typical expression of doubt. When Schiller saw his expression out of the corner of his eye, he couldn't help turning his head, looking up and down at Bruce and said, "Don't tell me. , You still want me to ask other teachers for leave, this is a bit too much, isn't it?"

"What's wrong with you? You don't seem to have just an anxiety disorder. Have you had a mental test recently?"

"I'm mentally healthy."

Holding the steering wheel with one hand, Schiller moved forward a little with the traffic. He said, "Don't forget, you still have a bill to pay. If it's all right, hurry up and take care of your group and make more money. "

Bruce stared at Schiller for a long time, and seeing that he didn't answer any more, he could only open the car door and walk down.

When he returned to the Gotham University classroom and told all his classmates the news of changing the class to a free activity, no one showed excitement, and everyone below was whispering.

"Damn it! If this class is free, the next class must be a big exam. The professor must be testing whether we can study independently. If we fail the exam..."

"Free movement? Hell's free movement! How could that devil let us move freely? This must be a trap!"

"We've been suspended for so long, and he doesn't take the exam?? Bruce, are you mistaken?"

"Stop talking, go to the library quickly, don't forget, those freshmen will also grab a seat with us!"

"Go, go! Bruce, are you going? I'll take a seat for you..."

When he heard this question, Bruce really hesitated, because he really wasn't sure if this was really Schiller's trap.

Although there is not much room for Bruce's performance to drop, if Schiller makes a call to Alfred if it hits a new low, he won't want to go out for a night tour recently.

After hesitating for less than a second, he said:

"Obtain a spot for me, thank you."

When Schiller arrived at Gotham University, it was already time for lunch. After he walked into the office, everyone's eyes were on him. Anna, who taught advanced math, came over first, and he looked up and down the seat. Le, then said:

"Your student Yin Wensi just found me after the advanced math class and asked me to pay attention to your mental state, because he heard from Bruce that class is at 10 o'clock today, and you don't go out until 9:30."

"Of course, being late is nothing new in Gotham, but being late because of traffic jams is your first day in Gotham?"

Schiller sighed and said, "Why do you think it's normal for an average traffic jam of three hours?"

"The average traffic jam time of three hours is certainly not normal~www.novelbuddy.com~ because the average traffic jam time was five hours before."

"There are only 24 hours in a day!" said Schiller, raising his voice.

"There are 24 hours in a day!" Anna also raised her voice.

At this moment, Victor came in. He had books and materials in his hand. It seemed that he had just finished class. Seeing Schiller sitting at the desk, he walked over to Schiller and put his hand in his hands. Put down the things, then knocked on the partition and said, "Let's go, eat."

He turned to Anna again and said, "Anna, don't be like this. It's normal to be late, especially when it was announced that the resumption of traffic was suddenly announced last night. Everyone was suffocated. There will definitely be more cars."

"Me and Schiller are both out-of-towners. It's normal not to adapt to the traffic conditions here."

Then, he said to Schiller: "Don't worry about it, just to give your students a vacation. I want to tell you that you pushed them too hard before, and education cannot be rushed."

After speaking, Victor came over and took Schiller to the restaurant for dinner.

To Schiller, Victor was one of his best friends in Gotham, and to Victor, Schiller was the same.

Because the two of them have a good relationship, Victor is very clear about Schiller's eccentricities. Victor doesn't care about him suddenly choosing to delay going out and being late because of traffic jams. What's the matter, Could there be a Frozen Gotham Project outrageous?

And this relaxed mood only lasted until he and Schiller ate together.

Because he saw, Schiller took a piece of broccoli with a fork and put it in his mouth.