PFC Chapter 2971: The Green Trees Are Thick and the Summer Is Long (5)
Chapter 2971: The Green Trees Are Thick and the Summer Is Long (5)
Chapter 2971: The Green Trees Are Thick and the Summer Is Long (V)
The process of Schiller's evaluation of these students' homework cannot be said to be a teacher's example, it can only be said to be spraying venom. In short, it completely changed his image in the minds of Helen and others.
It turns out that Professor Schiller was not good-tempered in real life, he just vented his anger in class, so his mental state was naturally stable at other times.
After the class was over, Schiller thought those people had left quickly, but it turned out that they were still waiting for him at the door.
Schiller sighed and packed up his lesson plan. Helen walked over and patted him maturely, saying, "Don't be angry, professor. Being angry will make you old."
Schiller looked over and found that they did not look frightened, nor were they like the Robins, who wanted to run several kilometers away when they saw his dark faces.
Robert stretched and said, "It's a good thing I didn't go to college, because I wouldn't be able to write it if I were in his place."
Night Thrasher said helplessly: "It's not a very difficult assignment. You can't even write a short essay of a few hundred words. You are really not suitable for college."
"Okay, professor, don't be angry." Squirrel Girl also came over and said, "It's true that the students were wrong not to hand in their homework, but since we've already criticized them, they will definitely do better next time."
He was so angry because things wouldn't be better next time, Schiller thought. If most people were hopeless, he wouldn't be bothered by it, but most people have attitude problems.
Many people are not without talent, and even write good content, but they either spell words wrong or make citation errors, which are mistakes that you would not make if you were serious. One bad apple spoils the whole barrel.
However, this was also the first time that someone came to comfort him. Most people would run away as fast as they could or as far as they could when they saw him angry, which also calmed him down a lot.
"Go visit the school. I have to hold a group meeting for graduate students," Schiller said, adding in his mind, "I have to get even angrier."
The following group meetings did not go smoothly. For some people, a week had passed without changing a single word in their papers, which were almost exactly the same as the last time they were revised. Some people's writing was not good to begin with, and their writing got worse with each revision. Some people's writing was good to begin with, but they suddenly changed the direction on a whim and their writing became a mess.
At the end of the two-hour group meeting, Schiller was almost speechless and could only wave his hand and tell them to get out.
If it weren't for the fact that he could get more subsidies by accepting more graduate students, Schiller really wouldn't want to teach so many people. But now that the subsidies have been obtained, he still has to do his job conscientiously and have to force himself to carve a rotten tree.
Back in the office, Schiller, slumped in his chair, walked for a long time.
Not long after, the young men of the New Warriors team came running in full of energy. When Schiller asked, he found out that they were visiting the Science and Technology Museum when they saw people playing basketball downstairs, so they ran to participate in the rugby training match.
Robert's nickname is "Speedball". Even without his super powers, he is very good at playing rugby. Night Thrasher is well-trained, Squirrel Girl is a funny character who can play anything, and Helen is even more tough. They all won a great victory and were extremely happy.
Schiller felt a little better after taking a break in the office. He went downstairs to get the car, and the group rushed to Wayne Manor.
On the way to Wayne Manor, Helen was holding a small blue thing in her hand. Schiller thought it was her toy, but after taking a few glances, he found that it was a bit like Victor's dense ice.
"Is this the portable cooling device that Victor mentioned? Do you feel cool?" Schiller turned around and asked.
Helen shook her head and said, "It doesn't feel that cold, but it does make my arm feel a little cold. But it is said that if it is made bigger, it will not be portable enough. But if it is this small, it can only be used within the range of an arm."
Schiller took the small ice cube from her hand and found that it was just as Helen said. The range only lasted to the forearm. It could be a little cooler if it was closer to the head, but it was still useless in the current high temperature.
If the experiment is successful, some money can be made, but it will not do much to solve Gotham's current climate problem.
Maybe it’s because Victor doesn’t have the money to experiment with things that can be effective on a large scale. In the final analysis, money makes even the most powerful person difficult to manage.
When they arrived at Wayne Manor, they smelled a strange fragrance before they even entered the door. Helen couldn't help it immediately, so she put aside her ladylike manners and rushed into the manor.
"What smells so good?!" she asked.
When Dick saw a little girl running towards him, he quickly stopped Helen as if by muscle memory, but he was not knocked over by Helen. When he looked closely, he realized that it was not Elsa.
"Dick!" Helen called him and then said, "What did Grandpa Alfred do? Why does it smell so good?"
"Have you never tried the local specialties brought back from your universe?"
Helen shook her head and immediately ran to the kitchen, where she found Alfred frying steaks. They looked ordinary, but for some reason they smelled delicious.
Schiller walked over and Jason greeted him. He seemed to be no different. Instead, Tim looked pale and listless.
"What's wrong with you?" Schiller looked at him and asked.
"Tim was injured and hasn't fully recovered yet." Jason said, "To be precise, he almost died and is still recovering."
Schiller frowned slightly. He came over and sat down opposite Tim and asked, "What happened? How did you get seriously injured?"
Although Schiller didn't have as much contact with Tim as he did with Jason, he had watched him grow up and he knew him very well. This boy was the smartest among the Robins, and Dick and Jason also protected him very much, so it would be impossible for him to get hurt.
Tim opened his mouth, but Schiller realized that he was having trouble speaking, so he stopped asking and said, "Did you bring back any local specialties? Where are they?"
"Alfred is already doing it." Jason said, "I think you can have more, Professor. It tastes pretty good."
"Is it food?" Schiller was a little surprised. The food culture of the two universes is similar. Is there any food that is not available here?
"Eat some meat and mushrooms." Jason continued, "The meat is dragon meat, but I'm not sure what kind of dragon it is. The mushrooms seem to be grown on the body of a certain god. I heard that they can strengthen mental strength."
To Schiller, Jason's talk was complete nonsense, but it fit in with the weird style of the place.
After Jason left, Schiller sat next to Tim, poured him a cup of hot water and said, "Are you okay? Didn't you go to the hospital?"
Tim yawned and said, "Actually, my injury is almost healed. I just haven't slept for a few days."
"How many days?"
"Three days... er, four days? At least not more than five days."
Schiller saw that he had been fiddling with the tablet, so he asked, "Are you handling all the work for the Wayne Group? Should I send someone to help you?"
"No need." Tim refused, then realized that he felt a little stiff and added: "Well, it's just some ordinary human resources adjustments, no big problem."
Schiller saw that he was hiding something, but he didn't ask any more questions. After all, it was an internal matter of the Wayne Group, and there was no need for him to get to the bottom of it.
The meal was ready soon. Just as Schiller expected, Alfred cooked a table full of dishes. Although it was Western food, it had a wide variety of flavors, and was delicious. It looked very appetizing. Even Schiller had to admit that Alfred might be the best cook among the British.
One of the main dishes caught Schiller's attention. The meat was darker in color and had some thick fat streaks on it. It was obvious that it was not ordinary beef or moose meat, but a part of some giant animal.
Schiller cut a small piece and the moment he put it into his mouth, he felt like he was about to turn into a fire-breathing dragon.
He coughed violently a few times, and Alfred said apologetically: "Sir, I didn't put any chili in it. The meat itself is spicy, but I still suggest you eat more. This thing is good for your body."
Schiller took a few big gulps of water. It’s not that he couldn’t eat spicy food at all, but the meat was a little too spicy.
Jason smiled and said, "It was very spicy when we first ate it, but it will be fine if we eat more. This meat can enhance muscle strength. Once you finish this piece, you will be as strong as a strong man who can pull a truck."
Schiller sighed and said, “I have no interest in towing a truck.”
"You don't want to get hit by a truck," Tim said as he ate. "I can't handle spicy food either, but you don't want to know how I got hurt."
"I can imagine." Schiller said. He knew Tim very well. This overly clever boy must have been hit while joining in the fun.
The others were all enjoying the meal, especially Helen. She ate the piece of meat on her plate in two or three bites, and kept looking at the meat on other people's plates. If she hadn't wanted to leave a good impression on the old housekeeper, no piece of meat on the table would have escaped her clutches.
Alfred obviously liked the child who loved to eat, and he served Helen another large piece of meat. Helen hugged the old butler and kissed him. Schiller was afraid that Alfred would have a heart attack because of his joy.
Elsa sat next to Schiller. This time she didn't eat her plate, but she looked very worried. Schiller asked her, "What's wrong, Elsa?"
"I haven't seen Selina for a long time." Aisha sighed and said, "I know she's very busy at work, but I miss her a little."
"What is Selena busy with lately?" Schiller asked Dick.
"She's busy making money," Dick said. "She's participating in commercial performances all over the world, and she's going to join the crew next month."
"Is she short of money?"
"Who doesn't need money now?" Jason continued, "Her good friend Maggie is in poor health and was hospitalized a few months ago. Unfortunately, she doesn't have insurance, so Selena has been paying for her hospitalization expenses."
"Why are there so many people with health problems recently?" Schiller frowned and said, "Cobert's mother also has lung problems. She has been receiving treatment and recuperation, but there has been no major progress. The doctor advised her to have a biopsy, and Cobert is still considering it."
"I think it might be because of climate change." Tim, who was eating and fiddling with his tablet, was able to make a conversation at the same time. He said, "Gotham did have a lot of problems in the past, but the locals here have lived here for decades after all, and have long been accustomed to that kind of weather. Sudden changes, even for the better, will cause some people to be uncomfortable with the local climate."
Schiller actually thought of this, but it is indeed ridiculous. Originally, Gotham was full of chemical and water pollution, and everyone lived well. Now that there is no pollution, people are not used to it.
However, he also knew that Selina's friend Maggie had always been in poor health. She was in a wheelchair and seldom went out. She could only make some handicraft products and set up stalls.
Cobert's mother used to be in poor mental health and not in good health. In recent years, she has aged. People who were already in poor health and experienced climate change will naturally have all kinds of problems. This is what the saying "a hemp rope breaks at the thinnest point" means.