Chapter 2239: Late Autumn in Jincheng (Twenty-Two)

In the room of Rodriguez Manor, Schiller's eyes fell on Lex's bow tie. Lex lowered his head slightly, then turned to look at himself in the mirror.

The way to tie a bow tie is not complicated, but because of the special material of soft silk fabric, the pattern squeezed out by the middle tie cannot be completely symmetrical. Lex just adjusted it here, which delayed him for a few minutes.

A hand went around Lex's shoulder and approached his neck. Lex almost broke out in a cold sweat instantly, and the fragments of his previous associations with this hand kept replaying in his mind.

Human hand movements have special significance, because different people use hand muscles differently, and even in different situations, the expression on the hand can often reflect someone's state more truly than the face.

Just like Schiller, Lex thought, Professor Schiller is often firm and focused when holding a pen. Due to teaching habits, his hand movements when speaking are always more logical, eye-catching when he needs to remind others, and keep still when he needs to let the topic slide.

But his godfather's hand movements were always unexpected, and whenever he stretched out his hand to do something, his hand and forearm muscles were always tense, as if he wanted to accumulate strength to punch. The meridians under the skin seemed very light when moving, but the skin and bones were particularly thick, which inevitably made people wonder where these seemingly flexible and powerful hands had exerted force.

It was difficult to evoke any good associations, and it often reminded people of some more violent aesthetic scenes.

When such a pair of hands approached the fatal part, Lex really couldn't help but move his legs to escape. For the first time, he realized that it would be difficult to stay rational in certain situations.

When the hand came around, the arm just rested on Lex's shoulder and didn't really touch Lex, but the shadow of nothingness suddenly had weight, which made Lex breathless.

Dinglingling!!!

The harsh ringing of the phone made Lex breathe a sigh of relief. Schiller retracted his arm and turned to look in the direction of the ringing. Merkel turned to pick up the phone.

"It's Miss Ashley, sir, do you want to come in?"

Schiller strode out, took the phone, and waved to Merkel. Merkel stood by the door and nodded, walked towards Lex, and continued to help him tidy up his clothes.

Schiller tidied the telephone wires on the floor, kicked them to the wall with his toes, picked up the receiver and said to the other side: "Hello? Miss Pamela... Yes, I received your reply, right? How do you feel?... OK, I'll wait for you."

In less than two minutes, there was movement in the garden. After Schiller walked around the porch and returned to the bedroom on the second floor, he opened the heavy curtains, walked to the balcony and looked down, and saw Pamela's bright smile.

A vine carried her to the second floor. Pamela supported Schiller's arm and exerted force, climbed over the balcony railing, and stood steadily on the ground.

Schiller retracted his hand, stretched out his hand and opened the curtains to let Pamela go in first. Pamela did not stay in the bedroom, and walked through the room to the corridor at the fastest speed.

At this time, she couldn't hide her excitement and was always smiling. When Schiller came out, he smiled at her and said, "It seems that you feel good."

Pamela tried to restrain her expression, hugged her arms and smiled, saying, "I have never felt so good. All the things that have been pulling me down have disappeared. Thank you so much, Professor."

"My pleasure."

Schiller strode forward and took Pamela to the reception room. He looked back at the bag she was carrying and said, "I assume you have brought dinner clothes."

"Yes." Pamela looked down at her watch and said, "But I think it's still early now. Although I can wear a long skirt for psychotherapy, I'm not sure you can stand the smell of perfume."

"I can't, miss, come in."

Schiller pushed open the door and turned on the lights in the reception room. After Pamela walked in, she sat down on one of the single sofas. Schiller walked over and bent over to her and stretched out a hand. Pamela handed him the bag in her hand.

Schiller put his bag on the table next to him, sat down on the sofa on the other side, crossed one leg over the other, put his hands on his knees and said, "Am I still a professor?"

"I want to consult the professor first, but if I say I'll find you later, will it be too offensive?"

"Of course not, the beautiful have privileges."

Schiller's expression changed, and after seeing Pamela, he rubbed his eyebrows slightly and said, "It seems that you have succeeded. Who is the other party?"

"You will never guess." Pamela smiled and turned sideways to Schiller, lowered her head and looked at him from above her eyes and said, "I told you, I like challenges very much."

Schiller has She shook her head helplessly and said, "Don't tell me that you got Wonder Woman into bed."

"Ahem, you know I..."

"So you're trying to hide it?" Schiller said in surprise, "Then when you sit in the first row in class, you stare at every beautiful lady who comes up to hand in her homework. You must want to make some achievements in ergonomics, right?"

"Oh, don't be like that." Pamela sighed and covered her eyes with her hands, but looked at Schiller through her fingers and said, "Is it so obvious?"

"Do you think I suggest students wear more clothes when they come to my class just because the air conditioning is cold in the classroom?"

"It's too sharp." Pamela couldn't help complaining: "Professor, you can't always be like this. Do you know that I stare at them, just like some of them always stare at you?"

"If you become a professor one day, you will understand that when you see a certain pair of beautiful skin, of course you will be amazed."     "But then, the key words for failing social psychology three times in a row will jump. It comes into your mind, and then instead of her beautiful appearance, you want to see how many tons of water have been poured under her beautiful little head.”

"Academics are romance killers. I will never be a professor."

Pamela stretched out her hand to gather her long hair in front of her body and said: "Not much, the party will start in a moment. I am very pressed for time. Do you mind if I comb my hair here first?"

"Please, but if you dare to leave any hair..."

"You're going to take it to the oldest witch to curse me. Come on, Professor, this can't even scare a three-year-old."

Schiller sighed softly and said, "Although you haven't completely changed, I have begun to miss you before."

"How am I doing now?"

"Overly excited and sharp-toothed."

Pamela smiled, even showing her teeth, looking at Schiller with shining eyes and said: "So how does it compare to before?"

Schiller leaned back in his chair, looked at Pamela and said: "I am beginning to feel happy that you have turned into a lovely lady, just like seeing new buds sprouting from the gray and stiff branches throughout the winter. It’s exciting all spring long.”

Pamela smiled and blinked, resting her hands on the edge of the sofa, then raised her eyes to look at Schiller and said, "Have you seen many springs? They must all be beautiful, straightforward and passionate."

Schiller didn't deny it, just nodded.

"Is there anyone who impressed you?"

"It's you for now, miss."

"Although I know it's just a compliment, I'm still very happy." Pamela took a breath, turned her head to the side, and turned her eyes away, thinking, "I didn't expect things to happen so suddenly, but I hope this It’s not a burden to anyone.”

"Except for the lucky one you choose."

"Thalia?" Pamela raised her eyebrows and said, "To some extent, she is very similar to me, and she also makes me feel good."

"I believe you have done everything well." Schiller said pointedly, "You are about to graduate."

Pamela was silent and didn't speak. She was distracted. From her expression, Schiller could see that she was stuck in memories, or maybe she was thinking about whether she had really done everything well.

Schiller has been hearing Pamela's name from all kinds of people. Bruce has collaborated on an experimental project with her. Lex invited her to build the garden of the manor for him. Victor said that she will definitely become the world's best. The greatest botanist, even Clark, who had only met Pamela a few times, considered her an intimate of leaves and flowers.

But they all have a common evaluation of Pamela, which is called "quiet" at best, but actually a bit cold and insensitive.

She always pays more attention to plants than people. Although she often says that plants also have souls that can communicate, she also admits that the thoughts of plants are very weak and it takes a lot of effort to understand them, but she would rather waste the effort. I don’t want to talk to anyone either.

During the office chat, Schiller's colleague Anna described her as the ghost of a plant. Perhaps because they were both women, Anna cared more about Pamela and knew some inside information that Schiller and the others didn't know.

Pamela's mother, or adoptive mother to be precise, was a sociological lunatic, but this was only discovered after Pamela became an adult.

This case was too inconspicuous in Gotham, and the files recording the past events had long been lost. However, the files that Schiller later asked James to help retrieve still contained sporadic clues, allowing him to deduce Pamela. What was his childhood probably like?

Pamela's adoptive mother can be called a socialite, but she did not obtain money and status through her own charm, but through her daughters.

But she is not a madam in the traditional sense. She has a legally formal adoption relationship with the girls, and she will do her best to care for and cultivate them - but not just for them.

There are always some things in this world that require beauty to be reconciled, such as beautiful commercial spies, mistresses who can sway certain choices, or social butterflies who just make connections. Many people always think that there must be too many ups and downs stories behind these women.

But there is another possibility. As long as it is profitable, someone will try to build a production line.

Pamela's adoptive mother is such a person. She has tasted the sweetness from the success of her own daughter, and believes that she can perfectly reproduce more, and then use the success of these goddaughters to obtain endless glory and wealth.

Very unfortunately, but fortunately for her, her first three examples were successful, Pamela being the fourth.

The mother and daughters were not originally from Gotham, but according to some vague records in the files, Pamela's biological parents were most likely from Gotham and died in a gang fight in Chicago. Pamela was arrested in Chicago. Adopted.

Perhaps it was due to her innate nature. Pamela was very beautiful, but she had no charm. She was neither lively nor charming. To use the way most people would describe her, she was just a piece of wood.