Chapter 2997 The green trees are dense and the summer is long (5)
Chapter 2971 The green trees are dense and the summer is long (5)
Schiller's evaluation of the students' homework process cannot be said to be a role model for others, it can only be said to be a spray of venom. In short, it completely changed his image in the minds of Helen and others.
It turns out that it’s not that Professor Schiller has a good temper in real life, it’s just that he takes out his anger in class and his mental state is naturally very stable.
At the end of a class, Schiller originally thought that those people had just gone away, but in the end, they were still waiting for him at the door.
Schiller sighed and put away the lesson plan. Helen walked over and patted him pretending to be mature and said: "Don't be angry, Professor, you will get old if you are angry."
Schiller looked over and found that they did not have any fearful expressions, and they were not like the Robins who wanted to run away for several kilometers when they saw their black faces.
Robert stretched and said, "Fortunately, I didn't go to college. If it were me, I wouldn't be able to write it."
Night Thrush said helplessly: "It's not a very difficult assignment. If you can't write a paper of several hundred words, you are indeed not suitable for college."
"Okay, professor, don't be angry." The squirrel girl also came over and said, "It is indeed their fault that the students did not hand in their homework, but since they have been criticized, they will be fine next time."
He was so angry just because it wouldn't go well next time. Schiller thought, if most people couldn't hold themselves up to the wall, he wouldn't worry about it, but most people have attitude problems.
Many people are not incompetent, and even write good content, but they either misspell words or make quotation errors. These are mistakes that you will never make as long as you are serious. A mouse dropping ruins a pot of soup.
However, this was also the first time someone came to comfort him. When most people saw him angry, they would run as fast and as far as they could, which also calmed his mood a lot.
"Let's go visit the school. I also have to hold a group meeting for the graduate students." Schiller said, adding in his mind, "I also have to get even more angry."
The next group meeting was indeed not very smooth. For some people, a week had passed and the paper had not changed a word. It was almost exactly the same as when it was revised last time. Some people's writing was not good in the first place, and the more they revised, the worse it became. Some people's original writing was not good.
Okay, I changed the direction on a whim, and the writing was a mess.
At the end of the two-hour team meeting, Schiller was almost speechless and could only wave his hands and tell them to get out.
If it weren't for the fact that he could get more subsidies by recruiting more graduate students, Schiller really wouldn't want to take on so many people, but now that he has received the subsidies, he still has to fulfill his duties, and he has to forcefully carve out rotten wood.
Back in the office, Schiller slumped in his chair and walked for a while.
It didn't take long for the young people from the New Warriors team to run in full of energy. When Schiller asked, he found out that they were halfway through visiting the Science and Technology Museum when they saw someone playing ball downstairs and ran to participate in a rugby training match.
Robert's title is "Speedball". Even without superpowers, he is very good at playing rugby. The Nighthawk is well-trained, Squirrel Girl is a funny character and can play anything, and Helen is a tough guy. They all have great success.
I was very happy to win.
After Schiller felt better after relaxing in the office for a while, he went downstairs to pick up the car, and the group rushed to Wayne Manor.
On the way to Wayne Manor, Helen kept holding a small blue object in her hand. Schiller thought it was her toy, but after looking at it for a few times, he realized that it looked a bit like Victor's dense ice.
"This is the portable cooling device that Victor was talking about? Do you feel cold?" Schiller turned around and asked.
Helen shook her head and said: "This thing doesn't feel that cold, but it does make my arms feel a little cold. However, it is said that no matter how big it is, it will not be portable enough, but if it is so small, it can only keep the arm so cold."
Big scope.”
Schiller took the small ice cube from her hand and found that, as Helen said, the range only extended to the forearm. It could be slightly cooler if it was close to the head, but it was still useless against the current high temperature.
If the experiment really succeeds, it can make some money, but it won't do much to solve Gotham's current climate problem.
Maybe it's because Victor doesn't have the money to experiment with something that can be effective on a large scale. After all, it's hard for a heroic man to spend a penny.
When they arrived at Wayne Manor, they smelled a strange aroma before they even entered the door. Helen couldn't help it immediately, put aside her ladylike behavior, and rushed into the manor.
"What smells so good?!" she asked.
When Dick saw a little girl running towards her, like muscle memory, he quickly stopped Helen, but she was not knocked over by Helen. After a closer look, he realized that it was not Elsa.
"Dick!" Helen said after calling him: "What did Grandpa Alfred do? Why does it smell so good?"
"Have you never tasted the souvenirs brought back from your universe?"
Helen shook her head and immediately ran to the kitchen and found Alfred frying a steak. It looked ordinary, but for some reason it was very fragrant.
Schiller walked over and Jason greeted him. It seemed that nothing had changed. On the contrary, Tim looked a little pale and looked a little lackluster.
"What's wrong with you?" Schiller looked at him and asked.
"Tim was injured a little, and he's not fully recovered yet." Jason said, "To be precise, he almost died and is still recovering from his injuries."
Schiller frowned slightly, sat down opposite Tim and asked, "What's going on? How could he be seriously injured?"
Although Schiller didn't have as much contact with Tim as he did with Jason, he had watched him grow up and knew him very well. This boy was considered the shrewdest among the Robins, and both Dick and Jason also protected him.
, it was never his turn to get hurt.
Tim opened his mouth, but Schiller found that he was a little embarrassed to speak, so he stopped asking and said, "You brought back specialties? Where are they?"
"Alfred is already doing it." Jason said, "I think you can eat 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. I don't know exactly what kind of dragon it is. Mushrooms seem to be grown on the body of some god. I heard that they can strengthen mental power.
"
To Schiller's ears, Jason was talking nonsense, but it fit the weird style there.
After Jason left, Schiller sat next to Tim, poured him a glass 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. It's just that I haven't slept for a few days."
"How many days?"
"Three days... uh, four days? No more than five days anyway."
Schiller saw that he had been playing with the tablet, so he said: "Are you handling all the work of Wayne Group? I will send someone to help you?"
"No need." Tim refused flatly, and then realized that he felt a little stiff, and added: "Well, it's just some ordinary human resources adjustments, it's not a big problem."
Schiller saw that he was hiding something, but he didn't ask any more questions. After all, it was an internal matter within the Wayne Group, and there was no need for him to get to the bottom of it.
The meal was ready quickly. Just as Schiller expected, Alfred cooked a large table full of dishes. Although it was Western food, it had a variety of flavors and was full of color, aroma, and taste. It looked tempting.
Even Schiller had to admit that Alfred was probably the best British cook.
One of the main dishes caught Schiller's attention. The meat was darker in color, and there were some thick fat lines on it. At first glance, it was not ordinary beef or moose meat, but should be part of a giant animal.
Schiller cut a small piece and put it in his mouth. For a moment, he felt like he was about to turn into a fire-breathing dragon.
He coughed a few times, and Alfred said apologetically: "Sir, I didn't add chili pepper. The meat itself is spicy, but I still recommend that you eat more. It's good for your body."
Schiller drank a lot of water. It wasn't that he couldn't eat spicy food at all, but the meat was a bit too spicy.
Jason smiled and said: "We were quite spicy when we first ate it, but it would be better to eat more. This meat can enhance human muscle strength. If you finish the piece in front of you, you will be able to drag
The Hercules of Trucks is almost there.”
"I have no interest in towing trucks," Schiller sighed.
"You don't want to get hit by a truck." Tim said as he ate, "I can't eat spicy food either, but you don't want to know how I got hurt."
"I can imagine." Schiller said. He knew Tim very well. Such an overly clever boy must have been bitten when he was joining in the fun.
Everyone else ate happily, especially Helen. She ate the piece on her plate in three bites and looked at other people's plates. If she didn't want to leave a good impression on the old housekeeper, there wouldn't be a piece on the table.
Meat can escape her clutches.
Alfred obviously liked edible children, so he served another large piece of meat to Helen. Helen hugged the old housekeeper and kissed him. Schiller was afraid that Alfred would have a heart attack because of the joy.
Elsa sat next to Schiller. She didn't gnaw on the plate this time, but she looked worried. Schiller asked her: "What's the matter, Elsa?"
"I haven't seen Selena for a long time." Elsa sighed and said, "I know she is very busy at work, but I miss her a little bit."
"What has Selena been up to lately?" Schiller asked Dick.
"She is busy making money." Dick said: "She is participating in commercial performances all over the world, and she will join a group again next month."
"Is she short of money?"
"Who is not short of money now?" Jason answered: "Her good friend Maggie is in poor health and was hospitalized a few months ago. She doesn't have insurance yet. Selena has always been responsible for her hospitalization.
cost."
"Why are there so many people with physical problems recently?" Schiller frowned and said, "Cobot's mother also had a problem with her lungs. She has been undergoing treatment and recuperation, but there has been no major progress. The doctor advised her to perform a biopsy.
, Cobot is still considering it.”
"I think maybe it's because of climate change." Tim, who was playing with his tablet while eating, was still chatting. "There were indeed many problems in Gotham in the past, but after all, the locals here have lived here for decades.
We have already adapted to that kind of weather. If there is a sudden change, even if it is a good change, some people will not be accustomed to it."
Schiller actually thought of this, but it was really ridiculous. Previously, Gotham was full of chemical industry and water pollution, and everyone lived well. Now that there is no pollution, they can no longer adapt.
But he also knew that Selena's friend Maggie had always been in poor health. She used to be in a wheelchair and didn't go out much. She could only make handicrafts and set up a stall.
Cobot's mother used to be mentally ill and her health was not much better. In recent years, she has become older. People who are already in poor health will naturally have various problems when they experience climate change. The so-called
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