In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 467: Is Schiller sick? (middle)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

, the days when I was a spiritual mentor in Meiman

When eating breakfast, Merkel watched Schiller's clumsy folding of the newspaper, he hesitated, and said:

"Sir, would you like me to help you?"

Schiller didn't answer. He was trying to get the newspaper to stand up so that he could see it, and he could still eat with a fork, but soon, he found out. It is still difficult to do this, and it is far less convenient than looking at the phone, so he sighed and threw the newspaper aside.

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

Re-baked toast, served with sausage, fried eggs and braised peas, plus a cup of hot milk at just the right temperature. Leaning back in his chair, he lamented the corruption of noble life.

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

There is nothing left on the plate, except for a small piece of bread that has been tested a bit, a little pea soup, the knife is casually thrown at hand, while the fork is resting on the plate, the milk glass Put it on the front of the plate...

Maybe Schiller is really sick, Merkel thought.

Let's not talk about the eating process that has no sense of ritual and fixed process at all, nor the irregular leftover meals, and the completely irregular knives and forks can also be ignored. A milk glass that is in the middle but not completely in the middle is enough to make Schiller irritable all day long.

If this happened in the past, Merkel could only pray silently in her heart for the students in class today.

The overly normal dining process surprised Merkel.

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

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

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

"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 now, what are you doing so early?"

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

"Gotham University is not far from here." Schiller said as he walked upstairs, "Even if you ride a bicycle, you can get there in 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 the car that was still within his field of vision and could see it very clearly. In his own home, he sighed deeply, regretting that he took the initiative to work for DC Schiller.

At 10:10, the classrooms at Gotham University were full, and most of them were whispering and whispering.

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 frozen ice.

The footsteps gradually accelerated. At this time, it was Yin Wensi who rushed into the classroom. He had just entered the classroom, and he didn't even have time to look at the situation on the podium, so he hurriedly said:

"I'm really sorry, professor, it's the first day of traffic opening today, it's really too congested, I got up at 6 in the morning and left the house at 7, and I just arrived now, I'm really sorry..."

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

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

"What's going on? Bruce, where's the professor?"

Bruce shook his head slowly, and 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 Wayne Group logo on it slowly land on the lawn of a manor.

Bruce comes out from there, and Schiller sticks his hand out the window and waves him.

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

"Shouldn't this be my question to you? Why are you here? Still flying a helicopter?"

"Invins called your manor, and your butler told him that you left the house an hour ago. According to the traffic rules in Gotham, I guess you should be stuck here."

"What's the matter with you?" Bruce asked very puzzled.

"What's wrong with me?" Schiller was also puzzled, he misunderstood Bruce's meaning, he waved his hand and said, "Well, I'm just unlucky and got stuck in a big traffic jam, next time I'll try to go as early as possible Yes, you go back and tell the students that this class will be changed to self-study..."

Bruce went around the car, opened the passenger's door, sat on Schiller's passenger, then turned his head and squinted at him.

"Is there any problem?" Schiller also looked at him and asked.

But Bruce is still staring at him, not saying a word, so Schiller can only say, "Well, you little bastards, free yourself, okay?"

Bruce's eyes narrowed tighter and tighter, and it has become a very typical suspicious expression. When Schiller caught a glimpse of his expression from the corner of his eye, he couldn't help turning his head around. Bruce looked up and down and said: "But Don't tell me, you still want me to ask for leave from other teachers, isn't that a bit too much?"

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

"I'm mentally healthy."

Holding the steering wheel with one hand, Schiller moved a little forward following the flow of traffic. He said, "Don't forget, you still have a bill to pay. If you have nothing to do, go and take care of your group and earn more money." Some money."

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

When he returned to the classroom at Gotham University and told all the students the news that this class had been changed to a free activity, no one showed any excitement, and everyone underneath was whispering.

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

"Free movement? Damn 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 making a mistake?"

"Stop talking, hurry to the library, don't forget, those freshmen will compete with us for seats too!"

"Let's go, let's go! Bruce, are you going? I'll reserve a seat for you..."

When hearing 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 calls Alfred if it hits a new low, he won't be able to go out for night tours recently.

After hesitating for less than a second, he said:

"Help me save a seat, 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 mathematics, walked over first, and he looked up and down. I glanced at Schiller, and then said:

"Just now your student Yin Wensi found me after the high math class, and asked me to care about your mental state, because he heard from Bruce that the class starts at 10 o'clock today, and you don't leave until 9:30."

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

Schiller sighed and said: "Why do you think the average traffic jam time of three hours is a normal thing?"

"The average traffic jam time of three hours is certainly not normal ~IndoMTL.com~ because the average traffic jam time used to be five hours."

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

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

At this moment, Victor came in, holding books and materials in his hand, he seemed to have just finished class, saw Schiller sitting at the desk, he walked up to Schiller, and put Put down the things in my hand, then knocked on the partition and said, "Let's go, eat."

He turned his head and said to Anna: "Anna, don't be like this, it's normal to be late, especially last night when the sudden announcement to resume traffic, everyone is overwhelmed, there will definitely be extra cars."

"Schiller and I are both foreigners, so it's normal not to adapt to the traffic conditions here."

Then, he said to Schiller: "Don't worry about it, it's just time to give your students a vacation. If you want me to say, you pushed them a little too hard before, and education can't be rushed."

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

For Schiller, Victor can be regarded as one of his best friends in Gotham, and for Victor, Schiller is the same.

Because the two of them have a very good relationship, Victor is very aware of Schiller's eccentricity. For the fact that he suddenly chose to delay going out and was late because of traffic jams, Victor didn't care at all. What, can there be outrageous plans for Frozen Gotham?

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

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