Chapter 467 Is Schiller Sick? (Part 2)

While eating breakfast, Merkel looked at Schiller's somewhat clumsy action of folding the newspaper. He hesitated for a moment and then said:

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

Schiller didn't reply. He was trying hard to hold the newspaper upright so that he could see it while still holding a fork to eat, but soon he discovered. It was still difficult to do this, and it was far less convenient than looking at a mobile phone, so he sighed and threw the newspaper aside.

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

Re-baked toast, served with sausage, fried eggs and braised peas, plus a glass of hot milk at just the right temperature. There was no need to cook or wash the dishes by himself. Schiller, who was full and drunk, sat back in his chair. Sit back and lament the corruption of aristocratic life.

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

There was nothing left on the plate, only a small rim of half-baked bread and a bit of pea soup. The knife was casually thrown away, but the fork was placed on the plate and the milk glass was placed on the plate. in front of...

Merkel thought that Schiller might really be ill.

Let’s not talk about the eating process that has no sense of ritual and fixed flow at all, nor the rest of the meal that is irregular. The knives and forks that are completely unevenly placed can also be ignored. This is just placed in the middle, but It's not like the milk glass in the middle was enough to make Schiller irritable all day long.

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

Merkel was surprised by the overly normal meal process. He was so surprised that he had no chance to say anything he had been holding back.

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. Call me at about 9:30. Thank you."

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

"You mean, you plan to go upstairs to 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, why are you going so early?"

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"Um...well, if you plan to do this, I will call you on time, oh, wait! You just said 9:30, this..."

"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.

When there were two minutes left before 10 o'clock, Schiller, who was sitting in the driver's seat, first glanced forward at the endless traffic jam, then looked back at his own home, which was still within sight and could be seen very clearly. He sighed deeply and regretted that he took the initiative to take over DC Schiller's job.

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

At this moment, footsteps sounded from outside the door. 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. As soon as he entered the classroom, 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. It's really congested. I got up at 6 o'clock in the morning and went out at 7 o'clock, but I didn't arrive until now. I'm really sorry..."

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

His eyes widened, and he slowly walked to his seat with confusion on his face and sat down. 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 Vince Yin'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 landing on the lawn of a manor.

Bruce walked out, and Schiller stretched his hand out of the car window and waved to him.

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

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

"Wens Yin called to your manor. Your butler told him that you went out an hour ago. According to Gotham's traffic rules, I guess you were stuck here."

"What's wrong with you?" Bruce asked very confused.

"What's wrong with me?" Schiller was also confused. He somewhat misunderstood what Bruce meant. He waved his hand and said, "Okay, I'm just unlucky and ran into a big traffic jam. I'll try my best to get there as early as possible 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 passenger door, sat on Schiller's passenger seat, then turned his head and stared at him with squinted eyes.

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

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

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Bruce's eyes narrowed tighter and tighter, turning into a very typical expression of suspicion. When Schiller caught a glimpse of his expression from the corner of his eye, he couldn't help turning his head, looking Bruce up and down and said, "Don't tell me. , you still want me to ask for leave from other teachers, is this a bit too much? "

"What's wrong with you? You seem to have more than just an anxiety disorder. Have you had any mental tests recently?"

"I'm mentally healthy."

Schiller held the steering wheel with one hand and moved forward a little with the traffic. He said: "Don't forget, you still have a bill to pay. If nothing happens, go take care of your group and make more money." ”

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

When he returned to the classroom at Gotham University and told all his classmates that the class would be a free activity, no one showed excitement, and everyone below was whispering.

"Oops! If we have free time in this class, the next class will be a big test. The professor must be testing whether we can study independently. If we fail the test..."

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

"We have suspended classes for such a long time, and he doesn't take exams?? Bruce, are you making a mistake?"

"Stop talking and go to the library quickly. Don't forget, those freshmen will also compete with us for seats!"

"Come on, come on! Bruce, are you going? I'll help you get a seat..."

When hearing this question, Bruce really hesitated because he was really not sure whether this was really Schiller's trap.

Although there is not much room for Bruce's performance to decline, if it reaches a new low, Schiller will call Alfred and he will not be able to go out for night outing recently.

After hesitating for less than a second, he said:

"Hold a seat for me, thank you."

By the time Schiller arrived at Gotham University, it was already lunch time. After he walked into the office, everyone's eyes were focused on him. Anna, who taught high school mathematics, walked over first. He looked up and down at Schiller. Le, then said:

"Just now, your student Yin Vince came to me after the advanced mathematics class and asked me to be concerned about your mental state, because he heard from Bruce that class starts 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 this your first day in Gotham?"

Schiller sighed and said, "Why do you think it's normal to be stuck in traffic for three hours on average?"

"The average traffic jam time of three hours is certainly not normal because the previous average traffic jam time was five hours."

"There are only 24 hours in a day!" Schiller said in a loud voice.

"There are 24 hours in a day!" Anna also said in a louder voice.

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

He turned to Anna and said, "Anna, don't be like this. It's normal to be late, especially last night when it was suddenly announced that traffic would be reopened. Everyone was so upset. There will definitely be more cars."

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

Then, he said to Schiller: "Don't worry about it. It just gives your students a holiday. I would say that you pushed them too hard before. Education cannot be rushed."

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

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

Because the two of them had a good relationship, Victor was very aware of Schiller's quirks. Victor didn't care at all about the fact that he suddenly chose to go out late and was late because of traffic jams. Are plans to freeze Gotham outrageous?

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

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