Chapter 772 Bruce? I'm Really Unfamiliar with Him! (Part 2)

"Hey, Jason, you're finally here!" The little rascal sat in his seat, waved to Jason, pointed to the seat next to him, and said, "Come on! I've saved a good seat for you. This is the front row, very close to the teacher, and you can see the drawings clearly!"

"Oh, okay, I'm here." Jason was a little dazed, he put down the burrito in his hand, and the little rascal took it. When he just touched the burrito, he said, "Uh, why is it a little cold? But it doesn't matter, you know, I don't like to eat too hot, but why did you take so long to eat breakfast? Almost an hour?"

"Well, I..." Jason said a little stutteringly: "When I was having breakfast, I met a professor, that Professor Schiller."

The little rascal showed a Surprised, he said, "Did he make things difficult for you? He won't freeze you into ice, will he?"

Jason shook his head and said, "No, I had a pleasant chat with him, but just before leaving, he suggested that I change my major."

The little rascal opened his eyes and said, "Don't you want to learn how to repair cars? We agreed to invent cars together..."

"Of course." Jason sat down, put his arm around the little rascal's shoulders, and said to him, "I am very loyal."

The little rascal pushed his hand away and said, "Come on, Jason, don't I know you? In fact, you don't like to repair cars at all, right? I saw you secretly fell asleep in class yesterday."

"Not really." Jason said with some embarrassment, "But, he He said psychology can answer some of my questions, those weird questions I told you before..."

"Oh, you mean the questions about rich and poor, where does money come from?" The little rascal scratched his head and said, "I haven't studied psychology, so I don't know what it teaches specifically, but the professor shouldn't lie to you, right?"

"I think so too. Before, he told us that the courses here will make you more interested, and the result is indeed the case, and he doesn't have to lie to me specifically."

"Then do you plan to go?" The little rascal asked, he said, "I don't mean to stop you, but I think that subject may be difficult, can you really understand it?"

Then, the little rascal looked around and said in a low voice: "I I heard that Bruce Wayne had to retake his course under his control. You will definitely be scolded badly! "

Jason shuddered and said hesitantly: "That's right. If Bruce Wayne is really Batman, he must be very powerful. If he can't graduate, can I really do it?"

"And there is another question." The little rascal said very seriously: "Now, there is no such major in the technical school. Where are you going to transfer? Are you going to this college? But there are many out-of-town students in this college. You don't know them at all. Maybe they will embarrass you..."

Jason's face became more hesitant. At this time, the whole class heard two coughs from the back of the seat. Everyone sat upright and didn't dare to whisper anymore.

Schiller sat down and picked up his notebook. Before the teacher started, he stood up and pointed at the two seats in the front row, saying, "You two sit separately. Don't think I didn't see you were chatting just now."

The little rascal and Jason, who were pointed at, both grinned and hurried to sit at the two ends of the row. The little rascal winked at him, meaning "See, I said he was hard to deal with."

Jason shrugged and made a face deliberately, and both of them laughed.

Soon, the morning class was over. The little rascal felt that he had gained a lot. Combining today's knowledge, he finally understood the difficulties of yesterday. Jason also gained a lot. He slept soundly and had a big meal in his dream.

At lunch time, before going out, Jason saw Schiller standing in the back row of seats, waving at him. Jason waved to the little rascal and said, "You go eat first, I'll come over later."

He walked up and asked, "Professor Schiller, what's wrong? Is there anything?"

"Nothing, what are you going to eat at noon?" Schiller packed up and walked out. Jason followed him and scratched his head and said, "Just the things in the student cafeteria. I want to have a big hamburger and a bowl of bean soup..."

"It's not healthy to always eat those things. Let's go. I'll take you to the faculty cafeteria. You'll like the lamb ribs there." Schiller walked quickly to the door. Jason hesitated and said, "The faculty cafeteria is a good place to eat." Isn't the restaurant for teachers? It's not good for me to go in..."

"It doesn't matter, there will be teachers with students there." Schiller looked back at him and said, "Do you know? There is a dish that is famous in Gotham, which is better than the most famous Italian restaurant in the North District. It is a traditional Italian steak with grilled vegetables..."

"The steak is cooked to perfection, and it will ooze out juice when cut. The best thing is the grilled vegetables. There is no broccoli that I don't like. The other dishes are delicious. Do you like broccoli?"

Jason's facial features were all wrinkled together, and he said, "No, that's horrible. It's the most unpalatable vegetable in the world."

"It seems that we have a lot in common in this regard."

The two chatted as they came to the classroom cafeteria, which was actually closer than the student cafeteria.

The teacher's cafeteria and the cafeteria were completely different styles. The teacher's cafeteria was closer to the restaurant outside. The decoration was luxurious and tasteful. The dark brown floor was calm and stylish. The burgundy velvet curtains and the divine red round tables and chairs complemented each other. The light of the metal tableware and the lights reflected each other.

More importantly, the faculty and staff who ate here had a temperament that Jason had never seen before. It was rare to see this temperament in Gotham people, but he had to admit that he liked it very much. There was a reassuring atmosphere here.

Schiller took Jason to the front desk and said, "I have an appointment. This is one of my students. I'm bringing him here for dinner. Please help us register. By the way, let the waiter order the dishes later. I have guests."

The waiter at the front desk nodded, smiled, and said, "Okay, professor, can I order dishes for you in ten minutes?"

Schiller nodded, then led Jason to sit down. When he walked through the tables and chairs, Jason's head kept turning, and he was curious about everything here.

When the waiter brought the water cup and napkin, Jason twisted his chair awkwardly and said, "Professor Schiller, is it okay for me to sit here? I see that everyone else..."

"Don't look at other people. They are here to eat, not to see you. If you really feel uncomfortable, you can try to say hello to them."

Jason shook his head vigorously, but he still looked at the guests at the table next to him with some curiosity, and an old lady opposite smiled at him and nodded when she met his eyes.

Jason quickly turned his head and covered his mouth with his hand. Schiller smiled and said, "Don't be nervous. That's Mrs. Pins. Opposite him is Professor Andre of our school, a professor of materials science."

Jason took a deep breath and turned around and said, "Hello."

Professor Andre had a big beard. He touched his beard, turned his head and said to Schiller with a smile, "He is not afraid of you, but he is afraid of us. It seems that your prestige needs to be improved."

"Stop talking." Mrs. Pins also smiled and said, "If his prestige is improved, no one will dare to come to school!"

The three of them laughed together, but Jason didn't know what they were laughing at. He lowered his head and fiddled with the corner of his clothes, then said to Schiller, "I don't know why, I always feel that the language used by people here doesn't seem to be English..."

"Don't you understand the words we say?" Schiller asked.

"No, I just think that the way you speak is different from what I usually hear. I don't know how you should say it, but I always feel a little awkward." Jason said, rubbing his hands.

"Maybe you're hungry." Schiller tapped the bell on the table with his finger, and the bell made a crisp sound. The nearest waiter turned around and said, "Professor, please wait a moment."

After a while, he came up with the menu, and at this time, Victor came over and sat opposite Schiller, saying, "Sorry, I'm a little late. There are two graduating students who want to take leave for internships. I have to confirm their thesis proposals first, otherwise I won't be able to finish my thesis by then."

"It doesn't matter, we're ordering food." Schiller took the menu and ordered a few dishes. He handed the menu to Victor again. After Victor ordered, he handed the menu to Jason. He looked at Schiller and asked, "Why did you bring him here? Doesn't he have class in the afternoon?"

"The practical operation class in the afternoon is not very important. Anyway, he didn't listen to it at all in the morning."

"Uh, I listened!" Jason said immediately. Schiller looked at him and said, "Oh? Really? So what did the teacher talk about this morning?"

"Well..." Jason tried to recall and said, "It talked about... probably... uh... the transmission system of the wheel?"

"That was yesterday's class." Schiller shook his head and said, "But it doesn't matter. Not everyone has to learn to repair a car. For example, I can't."

Victor shook his head and laughed twice, saying, "You didn't have this attitude yesterday. Who said in the office yesterday that if every child in Gotham can learn to repair a car, then this place will be the next Detroit?"

"Really? I don't remember. Maybe it's because I didn't sleep well last night... Okay, Jason, take a look at the menu. Is there anything you like to eat? Give it to me after you order it." Schiller avoided the question.

"Oh, I don't quite understand these words. I don't have anything I particularly like to eat. Meat is fine."

Jason returned the menu to Schiller, and then handed it back to the waiter. Not long after, the table was filled with steaming dishes, including roasted lamb ribs, Italian grilled steak, Spanish risotto, creamed spinach, pea soup, etc. "

Jason didn't feel hungry at first, but after these dishes he had never seen were served, he immediately felt hungry.

However, he was not in a hurry to eat, but observed the actions of Schiller and Victor.

Seeing them bring napkins and pick up knives and forks, Jason followed suit. Although it was his first time in such a restaurant, he didn't look like a child from the slums. Instead, he looked like he had received etiquette education in a church school.

Victor made a look at Schiller, who nodded gently. Then, Victor asked, "How is Bruce's paper going? I see you've been having a headache in recent days."

Schiller sighed, split a piece of lamb ribs with a fork, and said, "There are no problems with punctuation and format, but there are new problems. I hope he won't expand too much on things that are irrelevant to the topic, but he just likes to write like this."

"I corrected one article, and the second one is still the same. I really don't know whether I should say that his mind is too active or he is not focused at all."

"How many times did he revise the one he handed in last week? I remember, it must have been five times?" Victor picked up a piece of mushroom and put it in his mouth, saying, "Those students who are going to do internships have just written the opening report. I really doubt that they will graduate. Before, could they submit their papers on time? "

Schiller put down his fork, made a cross on his chest, and said, "God bless, don't let more than ten students delay graduation this year. If this continues, the classroom will soon be full. ·

Jason ate his meal while listening to the conversation between the two. He felt very novel. This was a topic he had never heard of in Gotham.

He thought, will the words such as study, reading, writing papers, and graduation really appear in his life?

Will he really have a day when he can sit in the classroom and concentrate on reading without worrying about the next meal?

This is really crazy, Jason thought. He always felt that there were too many crazy people in Gotham. If they were gone, this place would be half as good.

But today, he felt that he was a little crazy.

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