Chapter 467 Is Schiller Sick? (Part 2)

During breakfast, Merkel looked at Schiller's clumsy newspaper folding. He hesitated for a moment, then said:

"Sir, do you want me to help you?"

Schiller didn't reply. He tried to stand the newspaper up so that he could see it while eating with a fork, but soon he found that it was still difficult to do this, far less convenient than looking at a mobile phone, so he sighed and threw the newspaper aside.

After lamenting the backwardness of technology in the 20th century again, Schiller began to concentrate on the food on the plate.

Re-baked toast, with sausages, fried eggs and stewed peas, plus a cup of hot milk at just the right temperature, Schiller, who had eaten and drunk enough, leaned back on the chair and lamented the corruption of aristocratic life.

But Merkel, who was about to clean up the plate, was stunned again. He looked down at his watch again and found that Schiller had only eaten for 20 minutes for this meal, and it was not even 7 o'clock now.

There was nothing left on the plate, only a small piece of slightly overcooked bread edge, a little pea soup, the knife was casually thrown at hand, the fork was on the plate, and the milk cup was placed in front of the plate...

Merkel thought, Schiller might really be sick.

Not to mention the eating process that had no sense of ritual and fixed process, not to mention the irregular leftovers, the knife and fork that were placed completely irregularly can also be ignored, just this milk cup placed in the middle but not completely in the middle, is enough to make Schiller irritable for a whole day.

If this happened in the past, Merkel could only pray silently in her heart for the students in class today.

The overly normal dining process surprised Merkel, he was so surprised that he had no chance to say anything.

Just when he was about to find an opportunity to speak, Schiller stood up and said, "I'll go upstairs and sleep for a while. Call me at about 9:30. Thank you."

Merkel's eyes widened, and he showed a hesitant expression. Schiller looked at his expression and asked, "What's wrong?"

"You mean, you plan to go upstairs and sleep for a while after dinner?"

"Uh, no?" Schiller glanced at his watch and said, "Isn't my class at 10 o'clock? It's only 7 o'clock now. Why go so early?"

"Well... okay, if you plan to do this, I will call you on time. Oh, wait! You just said 9:30, this..."

"Gotham University is not far from here." Schiller said as he walked upstairs, "Even if you ride a bicycle, it will take half an hour."

As he said that, he returned to the bedroom, leaving Merkel who was still surprised.

With two minutes left before 10 o'clock, Schiller, who was sitting in the driver's seat, first looked forward at the endless traffic jam, then looked back at his home which was still in sight and very clear. He sighed deeply and regretted that he had taken the initiative to cover for DC Schiller.

At 10:10, the classroom of Gotham University was full, and most people were whispering and talking in low voices.

Just then, footsteps sounded from outside the door, and everyone immediately sat up straight and stopped talking. The air in the whole classroom was like a piece of condensed ice.

The footsteps gradually accelerated. At this time, it was Yin Wensi who rushed into the classroom. He just entered the classroom and didn't even have time to look at the situation on the podium, so he hurriedly said:

"I'm really sorry, professor, today is the first day of traffic, it's really too congested. I got up at 6 o'clock in the morning and went out at 7 o'clock, but I'm here now. I'm really sorry..."

Finding that no one responded to him, Yin Wensi remembered to look at the podium, and then he found that there was no one there.

He widened his eyes, walked slowly to his seat with a puzzled look on his face, and then he saw Bruce sitting next to him, also staring at the podium thoughtfully.

"What's going on? Bruce, where's the professor?"

Bruce slowly shook his head, Yin Wensi widened his eyes again, he looked around and found that the classmates' eyes were all on him, so he could only stand up and say:

"Don't worry, I'll find someone to call the professor."

About 20 minutes later, Schiller, who was still stuck in the manor area, saw a helicopter with the Wayne Group logo printed on it, slowly landing on the lawn of a manor.

Bruce walked out from there, Schiller stretched his hand out of the car window and waved to him.

Bruce walked forward and looked at Schiller sitting in the driver's seat in silence. He asked, "Why are you here?"

"Shouldn't I be asking you this question? Why are you here? And driving a helicopter?"

"Yin Wens called your manor, and your butler told him that you left an hour ago. Based on the traffic rules in Gotham, I guess you must have been stuck here."

"What happened to you?" Bruce asked in confusion.

"What's wrong with me?" Schiller was also confused. He misunderstood Bruce's meaning. He waved his hand and said, "Okay, I was just unlucky and encountered a big traffic jam. I will try to get up earlier next time. You go back and tell the students that this class will be changed to self-study..."

Bruce walked around the car, opened the passenger door, sat on Schiller's passenger seat, then turned his head and squinted at him.

"Any questions?" Schiller also looked at him and asked.

But Bruce still stared at him without saying a word, so Schiller could only say: "Okay, you little bastards, you can move freely, okay?"

Bruce's eyes narrowed more and more, and he had already turned into a very typical suspicious expression. When Schiller caught a glimpse of his expression, he couldn't help but turn his head and looked Bruce up and down and said: "Don't tell me that you still want me to ask for leave from other teachers. Isn't that a bit too much?"

"What's wrong with you? It looks like you have more than just anxiety disorder. Have you taken a mental test recently?"

"My mental state is very healthy."

Schiller held the steering wheel with one hand and moved forward a little with the traffic. He said: "Don't forget, you still have a bill to pay. If you have nothing to do, go and manage your group and make more money."

Bruce stared at Schiller for a long time. Seeing that he didn't reply, he could only open the car door and walked down.

When he returned to the classroom of Gotham University and told all the students that this class was changed to free activities, no one showed excitement, and everyone was whispering.

"Oh no! If this class is free activities, the next class must be a big test. The professor must be testing whether we can study independently. If we fail the test..."

"Free activities? Damn free activities! How could that devil let us do free activities? This must be a trap!"

"We have been suspended for such a long time, and he actually didn't take the exam? Bruce, are you mistaken?"

"Stop talking, go to the library quickly, don't forget, those freshmen will also compete with us for seats!"

"Go, go! Bruce, are you going? I'll save a seat for you..."

When Bruce heard this question, he really hesitated, because he really couldn't be sure whether this was really Schiller's trap.

Although Bruce's grades didn't have much room to drop, if he hit a new low and Schiller called Alfred, he wouldn't be able to go out for a night tour recently.

After hesitating for less than a second, he said:

"Please save a seat for me, thank you."

When Schiller arrived at Gotham University, it was already lunch time. After he walked into the office, everyone's eyes were focused on him. Anna, who taught advanced mathematics, came over first. She looked Schiller up and down, and then said:

"Just now, your student Yin Wensi found me after the advanced mathematics class and asked me to care about your mental state, because he heard from Bruce that the class started at 10 o'clock today, and you didn't leave until 9:30."

"Of course, being late is not a new thing in Gotham, but being late because of traffic jams, is this your first day in Gotham?"

Schiller sighed and said, "Why do you think it is normal to have an average traffic jam of three hours?"

"Of course, an average traffic jam of three hours is not normal, because the average traffic jam time before was five hours."

"There are only 24 hours in a day!" Schiller said in a raised voice.

"There are a full 24 hours in a day!" Anna also said in a raised voice.

At this moment, Victor came in, holding books and materials in his hands, and seemed to have just finished class. Seeing Schiller sitting at the desk, he walked to Schiller's side, put down what he was holding, and then knocked on the partition and said: "Let's go, eat."

He turned to Anna and said: "Anna, don't be like this, it's normal to be late, especially last night when the traffic was suddenly announced to resume, everyone was exhausted, and there must be extra cars."

"Schiller and I are both outsiders, and it's normal that we can't adapt to the traffic conditions here."

Then, he said to Schiller: "Don't worry about it, it's just a good time to give your students a holiday. If you ask me, you pushed them too hard before, and education can't be rushed."

After that, Victor came over and took Schiller to the restaurant for dinner.

For Schiller, Victor can be regarded as his best friend in Gotham, and for Victor, Schiller is the same.

Because they have a good relationship, Victor is very clear about Schiller's quirks. Victor doesn't care about Schiller's sudden choice to delay leaving home and being late because of traffic jams. What's the big deal? Can the plan to freeze Gotham be outrageous?

And this relaxed mood only lasted until he and Schiller had dinner together.

Because he saw Schiller pick up a piece of broccoli with a fork and put it into his mouth.

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