Chapter 1136 Schiller Is Not at Work Today (Part 2)

Schiller flipped his hand on the armrest of the sofa, he opened his mouth hesitantly, looked at Victor, and asked very tactfully: "Is the first lesson for your graduate students to write papers?"

"Oh, of course not." Victor replied briskly: "When I first met them, I just wanted to let them get familiar with the campus environment, then take them to visit the laboratory, and tell them some precautions. You know, this is what the first lesson should do."

"But my students said that they have memorized these things by heart, and they can just start the project directly." Victor shook his head helplessly and said: "Working with a group of geniuses is like this. Being a teacher of a group of geniuses is even more stressful."

"Before starting the formal project, I arranged for them. I set up a simulation project to see their level, so we had our first group meeting. "

"Captain Cold performed very well, as expected. I had some expectations of his level. Pamela's performance surprised me a little. After all, she came here to change majors, but her results were actually good."

"What shocked me the most was Bruce. He was also a cross-disciplinary student, but he did better than anyone else. Not only did he complete the project very well, he also made some innovations. His paper was also very well written. Although it was just a simulation project and a virtual experiment, the data and inferences were very rigorous."

Schiller frowned and looked at Victor and said, "Are you sure you are talking about Bruce Wayne?"

Victor looked at Schiller in confusion and said, "To be honest, every time you are in the office, "When I was worried about Bruce's paper in the office, I lowered my expectations of him, but I didn't expect that he could give me such a surprise!" Victor concluded: "It's possible that your requirements are too high." Schiller looked at Victor with an unbelieving look and said: "If you have read his masterpiece of psychology, you will know how ridiculous what you just said is..." "Then maybe he chose the wrong major." Victor shrugged and said: "When I was in college, I almost wanted to apply for medical school, but when I was memorizing, I felt very painful, so I firmly chose the path of cryogenics." "Maybe Bruce is the same." Victor nodded and said: "I can understand him, if a person doesn't like a subject, he will be very happy. If you are not sure about the purpose, writing a paper is indeed a painful thing. "

Schiller tilted his head, pursed his lips, and asked: "What about the format? What about punctuation?"

"No problem at all." Victor replied: "Even if I use the most critical eyes to judge his format, I can't find any problems. He is the most rigorous in wording among all the first-year graduate students I have taught."

"I think you need to have a psychological examination." Schiller looked at Victor and said seriously: "I suspect that you have some kind of hallucination."

"Don't be like this, Schiller." Victor looked into Schiller's eyes and said: "As teachers, we have to recognize the progress of students, feel happy about it, and give encouragement."

"The most worthy question is whether he is making progress or just looking at people." Schiller curled his lips and said.

"No, the most worthy question should be whether the student's behavior pattern will change because of the teacher's attitude? ” Victor broke off some more finger biscuits and said:

“If the student knows that he will never get positive feedback from a certain teacher, perhaps he will lack some motivation to strive for progress.”

Schiller sighed and said: “So, it’s still my problem?”

“No, I think strictness is a good thing, but I know that I am not a serious enough person.” Victor poured himself a glass of wine, soaked the finger biscuits in it, took a bite, and then said: “Every teacher has his own unique teaching method, and every student has his own favorite learning style.”

“Let the teacher adapt to the students, which is not enough discipline, but let the students adapt to the teacher, and it is not possible to teach students in accordance with their aptitude.” Victor took a sip of wine and said: “This is why teaching and educating people is the most difficult thing in the world.”

After Victor left, Schiller sat there frowning deeply.

After a long while, he clapped his hands on the armrests of the chair, and then said: “Well, this at least means that the treatment is effective, and I can get rid of this trouble for the time being. "

Schiller stood up from his chair. Just as he was about to walk back to his desk, Mrs. Miller rushed in again, holding a small note in her hand and looking at Schiller and said, "Professor! Your prescription separator is wrong again! Do you want me to help you stick it on the wall of the lobby downstairs?"

"No need!" Schiller stood there and rubbed his eyebrows. Mrs. Miller smiled and said, "But I must praise you. This time the drug names are all written correctly. I'll help you stick it up. This is a rare progress."

"Don't say that, Mrs. Miller. I just returned to my job as a doctor recently, and there is always an adaptation process." Schiller shrugged lightly and said, "I haven't had many classes recently, so I can adapt well."

Mrs. Miller snorted and went out. Schiller walked back to the chair behind the desk and sat down. He unbuttoned his suit and looked up at the ceiling. Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he stood up and walked to the phone and started dialing.

"Hello, help me check if there is a patient named Jonathan Klein admitted recently?"

"Yes, really? Okay, which room is he in? ... Okay, I know, tell Brand not to go to the ward, I will go there for him."

After hanging up the phone, Schiller walked to the front of the glass screen wall and tidied his clothes. When he rushed to the room where the scarecrow Jonathan was, Jonathan was holding his coat with a look of disgust and dusting it off.

"Sorry, the hospital is still under renovation, so it's quite dusty." Schiller pushed open the door and said, "You can ask the nurse to sprinkle some water."

Jonathan stood there, looked Schiller up and down, and then said, "I guess... you just defeated Batman again, and you want to come to me to find some sense of existence? Don't you have anything else to do?"

"I'm a doctor, I'm here to check on you. From your wording, your condition has not improved at all. Do you need to increase the dosage of medicine?" Schiller raised his eyebrows coldly.

But Jonathan ignored him completely and said, "Don't play the doctor and patient trick. You and I know that we are the same kind of people. Do you think taking medicine can cure your disease? If not, it can't cure me either."

Jonathan shook his coat vigorously again and said, "We are all cold-blooded natural killers. Oh, I was wrong. You are the coldest among us... You should be glad that Batman doesn't read newspapers."

Schiller didn't care about his indifferent attitude. He smiled and walked to the chair in front of the window and sat down. He put his leg on the other leg, put his hand on his knee, and then said, "How do you know that he doesn't read newspapers?"

"He does read newspapers, but he can't understand them." Jonathan folded his coat carefully on the bed and said in a cold tone.

"At the beginning, we both taught at Gotham University and met Batman. I chose to leave, and you chose to stay, not because you are better than me, but because you are crazier than me."

"You are as crazy as Batman." Jonathan put the folded clothes into the closet, sat on the bed, turned his back to Schiller, and began to organize the shoe cabinet. He continued: "Now it seems that you have defeated Batman again. Congratulations, you have successfully become the craziest lunatic in Gotham, and maybe the craziest in the world."

The content of Jonathan's words sounded like good words, but the tone revealed a strong sarcasm, but Schiller put one hand on the table, leaned forward, approached Jonathan and said: "Are you also angry about not being able to read the newspaper?"

Jonathan stood up, turned around and spread his hands to Schiller, the muscles on his face kept twitching, and he said: "You bunch of lunatics! You abandoned me! And then asked me if I felt angry? !

Schiller smiled at him, and then said: "We didn't abandon you. A doctor will never abandon his patients. However, if your academic results are not published, you can't expect the academic community to get your news through telepathy, right?"

"But this is not fair at all!" Jonathan said loudly: "Why is there only a Batman in Gotham? This makes it more difficult for all serial killers here to achieve results than others!"

"But Batman didn't stop you from leaving." Schiller still looked at Jonathan with a smile and said: "I will give you a discharge certificate now. You can go to Metropolis or Star City. No one will stop you."

After that, his eyes gradually turned cold again, looking at Jonathan and said: "You are like a bad student who blames the questions for being difficult when he can't answer them."

Jonathan snorted, but did not continue to answer. Instead, he put his hands on his knees and sat on the bed and sulked.

But Schiller came over, stood beside him, patted his shoulder and said: "Don't be angry, otherwise, you can also learn from Jack and set up your own club."

"He is even crazier!" Jonathan shook his head and said: "I will be a good citizen who abides by the law tomorrow! Let you lose a kind of person from this world forever! ... No! I will go now!"

Jonathan kept shaking his head in one direction while speaking, and he seemed to be completely unable to control his movements.

His symptoms are somewhat similar to Schiller's, but different, but there is no doubt that he is telling the truth. They are all born mentally ill and cannot be cured.

"Okay, stop it."

Schiller lifted the hem of his suit, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and said, "Don't you just want to know the new code? I can tell you secretly, but you must not tell anyone else, otherwise, both of us will be kicked out of the academic world."

Jonathan's eyes gradually widened, he turned his eyes to one side, looking at Schiller, but he seemed not to want to look at him. Schiller kept his hands in his pockets, bent down, and whispered something in Jonathan's ear.

Jonathan immediately showed a happy expression, and even his eyes gradually brightened. He looked up at Schiller, who stretched out a finger and put it to his mouth, making a silent expression.

When Schiller walked into the stairwell, he heard Jonathan open the door and shouted to the nurse on duty: "Order a newspaper for me! Deliver it as quickly as possible tomorrow morning! I can give double the tip, oh, no, triple it, let those little bastards hurry up!"

Schiller paused for a moment, and in the darkness, he shouted loudly:

"Say 'hello' and 'please'!"

"...Okay, hello! Please order a newspaper for me!"

In the darkness, Schiller's lenses flashed a ray of light, and then slowly smiled, and walked downstairs quickly and left.

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