The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman

Chapter 162 The Long Easter (I)

Spring thunder exploded in the sky above the East Coast, followed by heavy rain. The puddles on the tree-lined road reflected the light from the gaps in the dark clouds. Countless raindrops hit the dense leaves. The sound of rain came from outside the window. It was cold outside the house, but warm inside the house.

Schiller gently flipped the textbook in his hand. The sound of paper friction was completely covered by the sound of rain. He cleared his throat and had to raise his voice. He said, "Easter is one week away. The dinner of the psychology club will start at 7 o'clock in the evening of Easter. Students who want to participate should arrive before 6:30."

Schiller paused, looked at the heavy rain outside the window, and then said, "There will be thunderstorms in the whole city in recent days. Please bring an umbrella when you go out. It is estimated that if the rainfall continues to increase, there will be a possibility of flooding. Please pay attention to the evacuation notice..."

After he finished speaking, he packed up his textbooks and prepared to leave. At this time, Evans, who was sitting in the first row, stood up, walked to the side of the podium, and whispered to Schiller, "Professor, it has rained too hard in recent days. Many students can't attend on time, so homework..."

"Pay it later. Remind everyone to remember to notify their parents. If the rain continues, Evacuation may be carried out at any time in the next two days, so let them pay attention to the movements of local gangs..."

Evans took out a schedule and said, "In the past, the Easter party would be held on the evening of that day, but this year, our new principal moved the banquet forward by two days, which happened to be staggered with the club dinner. We plan to have the dinner..."

Evans told Schiller about the arrangements for the meeting. When the two were discussing in a low voice, Bruce came over. Evans glanced at him. Schiller said to Evans, "Then let's decide on this plan first, and I'll confirm it with you later."

After Evans left, Bruce said directly, "It has rained too much recently, and Gotham's drainage system has a big problem. I have to go back to Wayne Building to keep an eye on it to prevent floods."

"Approved leave, and besides, it seems that they have broken the defense."

"Let's talk about this later." Bruce looked around cautiously, as if he was afraid of the crowds of people here.

When Schiller returned to the office, Victor was holding a goose egg and gesturing with a paintbrush. Schiller walked over, took a look at the egg, and said, "Where did you get this? Did you go to dig out the swan's nest on the lake?"

"Of course not, do I look like such a boring person?" Victor took the paintbrush, dipped it in blue paint, and painted a star shape on the goose egg. While concentrating on painting, he said, "The logistics department has prepared 5 Easter egg materials for each professor. We have to paint them before the festival and give them to the students."

"This is strange." Schiller smiled and said, "Shouldn't they give us the finished eggs? God knows how tired I am to teach them."

"Of course they will give them, but they may give us the finished products. After all, not many people can paint."

"Actually, I like this job very much. I wanted to be a painter when I was a child." Victor put his head in front of the egg and used a smaller paintbrush to perfect the details of the star.

Schiller shrugged and walked back to his seat. He saw that there were indeed a few goose eggs on his seat. He picked up one and said, "The recent rainfall is really a bit outrageous. Have you checked the weather forecast?"

Anna at the next table was also painting an egg. She looked up and said to Schiller, "This damn place doesn't have many sunny days a year, but this time the rain is too heavy. My rain boots are almost useless."

"Just now I heard from my students that the time of this Easter party has been moved up?" Schiller sat on the chair and began to fiddle with the brushes and paints.

"Yes, our principal moved the banquet time forward in order to hold more activities, so the corresponding dance time was also moved up."

"Why did he do this? Where can there be so many activities?" Victor asked with some confusion.

"This is the first major festival in his first year in office. Maybe the new principal wants to show us his skills. In addition to banquets, dances and dinners, I heard that there are also sessions of exchanging Bibles, praying and singing."

"He doesn't look like a devout believer. Why does he suddenly attach so much importance to Easter?"

The three of them shook their heads. Schiller looked at the goose eggs on the table. He gestured with the paintbrush twice. Just as he was about to start painting, Victor stood up with a freshly painted egg and said proudly: "Look, this, look at what I painted."

There were many stars painted on the egg in his hand, using red and blue colors. It looked very much like the Stars and Stripes, but because the goose egg was an ellipse, most of the stars were deformed, and some places were not evenly painted.

Anna teased him, "I didn't know you were so patriotic. The designer of the national flag will be moved to tears when he sees your work."

"Please." Victor complained, "It's hard for you to draw on a flat surface, let alone on a round goose egg. This is already pretty good, okay?"

Anna looked down at her work again and found that it was not as good as Victor's. She threw down her pen in annoyance and said, "This damn rainy day blocked my thinking, and the paper was not going well. The work written by those students was even worse..."

"I found out two weeks ago that the biggest disadvantage of continuous rainy days is that they let water enter their brains."

"Don't be ridiculous, it's all water even without rain." Gu Xi

The three of them sighed. Obviously, the quality of students at Gotham University was really worrying. Victor looked at the Easter eggs in his hand and said, "I don't think they will be interested in this thing. They prefer bullets or put some flammable plants here."

"That's it. I plan to go to the store to buy a few ready-made ones. Anyway, no one will find them." Anna stood up and said. Schiller stopped her and said, "Please bring a few for me. Thank you."

After Anna left, Victor and Schiller looked at each other in bewilderment, and Schiller said, "What are you going to do? Don't tell me you're really going to stuff something into the goose eggs..."

"I plan to finish drawing them, and then find a few unlucky people to give them. If they dare to dislike my drawings, I will give them a failing grade."

"By the way." Victor stood up and said, "I studied the drawings of the freezing gun you gave me last time, and found that it doesn't seem to be suitable for ordinary people to use."

"Really? Why do you say that?"

"It takes a lot of force to just pull out the magazine, and if the thrust is not enough when replacing it, there will be a risk of leakage."

"This gun looks like it is designed for well-trained soldiers or strongmen. If I come, the leakage will be enough to freeze my arm before I can fire the gun."

The drawings of the freezing gun developed by Peter that Schiller gave to Victor were exactly.

After Victor said this, Schiller understood that the person who developed this gun was the powerful Spider-Man, and the people who used this gun, in addition to superheroes such as Iron Man and Captain America, were agents of SHIELD, and the worst were well-trained armed police.

These people can certainly ignore strength or recoil, but researchers like Victor can't. Schiller said to Victor: "How do you plan to improve it? Do you have any ideas?"

"Of course. In fact, I just want to invite you to go to the laboratory with me. I need a test subject. I think our body size and strength are similar. I want you to help me test the samples I made."

Schiller shrugged and said, "Okay, I hope you can get the data you want."

When the two went out, the thunderstorm had basically stopped, but there was too much water on the road. Victor shook the wet toe of his shoes and complained: "The drainage system in the school is really bad. The rain has stopped for more than an hour, but the water on the ground has not been drained away at all."

Schiller looked around and didn't see any drainage ditches or drainage channels on the surface. He thought about it and found that the whole Gotham seemed to be like this. The drainage system was not working well. It was okay when it was drizzling. Once it was like today, with large-scale precipitation in a short period of time, the whole city seemed to be flooded. You can see the sea view without leaving your home.

Just like being immune to the fear gas, Schiller was also immune to this kind of rain. At least the symbiont Gray Mist in his body did not find anything abnormal.

After arriving at the laboratory with Victor, the two chatted for a while, and Schiller began to help Victor test the freezing gun.

After Victor recorded several sets of experimental data, Schiller said to him: "What about the low-temperature generator, what do you think?"

"There is actually no problem with that. The power is very high. If the energy is sufficient, it can freeze a large area."

"Can the power be increased? What is the highest?"

Victor looked at Schiller in surprise and said: "There is no upper limit, but what do you want such a high power for?"

"Can you please make a few more? I may need it later." Schiller said thoughtfully.

Victor did not ask further, but agreed to him.

Schiller noticed that Victor was a little absent-minded, so he asked, "Have you not slept well recently?"

"No, but I have been a little absent-minded recently." Victor shook his head and said, "Usually, I can concentrate even if I stay in the lab all night, but recently I start to feel sleepy before midnight."

"Maybe there are too many rainy days recently. Rainy days can make people depressed, and humid air is not good for the body. It's better to go out as little as possible."

Schiller turned his head to look out the window. At some point, the rain that had stopped started again, and it was getting heavier and heavier.

Schiller thought, looking at the ridiculous amount of precipitation in Gotham recently, it was clear that the Court of Owls was anxious.

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