"Lance, I'm sorry about your credits."

In a small office, a bespectacled woman sat behind an elegant black desk, dressed in a gray women's suit, and said to a student sitting in a leather chair in the front.

"Oh no! Ms. Tilie, you can't deduct my credits! Lance was a young man with a youthful and sunny countenance, a thin man, with freckles on either side of his nose, and brown hair with a little curly, and was crying and pleading.

KSU is located in Manhattan, a small city in Kansas in the middle of the United States, the full name of Kansas State University, which is a first-class university in the United States, and I don't want to waste time retaking credits when I am close to graduation, and I don't want to be forced to leave this beautiful Manhattan for any reason.

And there is also his crush on the senior sister here, he is nervous, this is the real big thing.

Therefore, it depends on whether he can be reasonable, Lance's eyes rolled slightly, he looked at the meticulous Lady Tilly, the head of the Department of Psychology, who was about thirty to thirty-five years old, and continued with a hint of begging for mercy and pain:

"Ms. Tili, as you know, I grew up in a difficult family, and I was basically busy working part-time, and absenteeism is excusable, I just hope you give me another chance!"

"Oh? Is it? Tilly is not pretty, nor ugly, ordinary looks, ordinary looks, but she has a temperament that gives people a sense of tranquility and gentleness, but this temperament makes Lance feel a little old-fashioned and even depressed in such a situation, so that the entire psychology students privately call her "the most difficult mentor", she believes that she is not a mean person, but old-fashioned, this must be considered in the long run.

"Yes! Ms. Tiri! Be sure to give me a chance to retake the exam! Lance hurriedly got up and said.

"But I heard that you run to bars and nightclubs every night and sprinkle a lot of money? How did this happen for a while? Tilly leaned forward slightly, and a pair of pale blue eyes stared at Lance in front of her under the transparent lens, an inexplicable oppression made Lance a little cramped.

Lance was stunned for a moment, and then his face was a little ugly, how could Ms. Tiri know these things? Could it be that this old-fashioned old woman also likes bars and nightclubs? That's the scariest thing in the entire psychology department!

"Mr. Slime's class this Tuesday, Mr. Lance, let's call you Mr. Lance, so Mr. Lance, tell me where you are all day?"

"Where are you again in my class last Wednesday, Mr. Lance?"

"Where were you in Mr. George's class last week, Monday through Thursday?"

"In the first week of school this year, Mr. Lance neither asked for leave nor submitted an application to the college council, and disappeared for a week for no reason, I think Mr. Lance must have been busy with 'social practice', right?" Tiri smiled, her eyes not taking off Lance for a moment.

Lance was a little at a loss, his face was ugly, like a drowning man trying to struggle twice, and forced a calm retort.

"Ms. Tili...... I think we have some misunderstanding with each other...... You see......"

"As far as I know, Mr. Lance seems to ...... on the family report questionnaire," Tilie said casually, reaching for a pen and writing on the blank paper in front of her.

"Lady Tiri!" Lance stood up suddenly, he swallowed a mouthful of spit, the family situation was fake, he thought he was doing it seamlessly, but at this time it was also leaking, he blushed and his neck was thick and he just wanted to say something, seeing Tili's eyes with depth and knowing everything, he was defeated in a decadent manner, almost pleading:

"Lady Tili! Please give me another chance! ”

There was another fluttering sound from the other side.

"Mr. Lance, as an old woman who specializes in psychology, you have just entered the door, your eyes wandered, especially the steps of your feet with a hint of backwards, what is Mr. Lance hesitating about? And when I was talking to you just now, your eyes didn't dare to look me squarely, your left eyelid jumped slightly, your right hand would be inserted into your trouser pocket from time to time, and your body was a little tilted and uncoordinated, as a student of psychology, you disappointed me. ”

"Even if you pretend to be a little bit like that, Mr. Lance, I've already given you a chance before, so I'll have to apologize this time."

"KSU pursues knowledge, learning, and what you should be talking about in the first class of psychology."

"Disadvantages......" Lance whispered, hanging his head.

Tiri's eyes flashed a trace of hesitation, and then she shook her head secretly, every student who is admitted to KSU is a leader, if it weren't for too many mistakes, he wouldn't be so ruthless, but seeing Lance's look like he knew his mistakes, Tiri sighed slightly, and said seriously:

"Everyone has shortcomings, psychology is a discipline that studies shortcomings, it lies in how to face yourself correctly and effectively, face others, face the world, instead of deceiving, Lance, your behavior has affected many students, and the academic committee will give you your own results in the afternoon."

Lance opened the wooden door of the office with a pale face, with a hint of regret and paleness on his face, and he didn't pay attention when he passed by the hallway, and collided with a man in black.

So he got up from the ground and shouted angrily, "Damn it! Don't you walk without looking ahead?! ”

"I'm sorry, but it looks like you didn't see the way, classmate."

A calm voice mixed with a flat voice came, and Lance saw that it was an Oriental man, but this Oriental man looked very delicate, with delicate eyebrow bones, a pair of black and white eyes without any impurities, and a nose like a gall, a little taller than his 180 cm tall.

"Forget it." Lance wasn't in the mood to argue with strangers here, and since this was the school and Tilie's office in front of it, he prepared to leave.

"Sorry, please stop." The gentle and flat voice sounded from behind again, and Lance frowned slightly, this Oriental, damn international student! Do you think you can do whatever you want if you look handsome? I didn't ask him to apologize, what else should he do?!

"Please stop in moderation!! Damn guys!! Lance whispered with a threatening gaze.

"Classmate, you dropped something."

"Something!"

"Your pen ......"

"Your pen is gone, classmate, it's your pen." Lance saw the Oriental man bend down and pick up a pen from the ground, and repeated it again, only to feel weird, and he was also in the anger of loss at the moment, without thinking carefully, the Oriental man's eyes were still calm, his tone was gentle, and he was holding a black pen in his hand and said to himself.

"Give it to me!" Lance viciously snatched it from the Oriental man's hand, and when he didn't want to say another word and was about to leave, the damn voice came again.

"This one looks like it's been a few years old, is it your mother's pen, or is it your father's pen?"

"My mother's pen!" Lance didn't know why he had to answer the man's words, but then said viciously, then saw the man shrug his shoulders, say sorry again, and turn away.

“kiss my ass！ fu ck……”

Lance spat out a dirty word and turned away angrily, but of course it was just a small episode.

Feng Chen smacked his lips and slowly walked in the corridor covered with soft carpets, he didn't care about the little episode just now, since it was a small episode, why should he care? As for foul language, young people always like to put foul language on their lips, and it's fine after this age, what? Is it good for the child to be cured for the old man who has been foul-mouthed? Most of them are pretended, and it would be good to beat them up......

And he also took advantage of it, although only verbally. Feng Chen smiled secretly, the time difference in this world is completely different from reality, when he came over, the reality was about six o'clock in the afternoon, and when he arrived here, it was the sun rising, and it was almost noon.

Since you want to be Superman Clark Kent's mentor, you must first approach him, as for how to teach, take one step at a time, after all, I haven't done this either, so it's a bit lofty, I'm now a guy who is about to become Superman's mentor, and I must be cautious in everything I say and do, just like the scene that happened just now, I am about to be a teacher, after all, I have to be tolerant and generous, in other words?

cough cough, convince people with virtue, well, that's what happened, don't always think about doing it directly, fight and kill all day, destroy the world at every turn, a hundred years, you should be calm, yes, you should be steady, don't be like the bear child just now.

Well, let's be honest, there are restrictions on shots.

Although he does not restrict the use of his future self, Feng Chen has no plans to do it, he has his own plans.

From the beginning with a hint of excitement, Feng Chen came to this world and quickly adjusted his mentality, at the beginning of the world-class mission, he wanted to see if Superman was worth teaching himself.

This is his advantage, he can quickly integrate into the plot, put aside the limitations of the task, and extract the standard task answer from the world, which is also an indispensable condition for obtaining the highest mission evaluation.

All the answers, in the questions.

Returning to the original question, how to get close to Superman Clark, then there is only one way.

……

"Please come in!" After knocking on the door twice, and getting an answer from the voice behind the door, Feng Chen pushed open the somewhat heavy door and walked in.

This small office is more like an ordinary person's home, except for the desk in front of it, which is a little conspicuous, the rest is like the furnishings of ordinary people's homes, photos hanging on the wall, tulips swaying in the wind under the high sun, a desk against the wall, hangers for clothes, cabinets, and even inside the door that opens on the side, Feng Chen sees a kitchen counter.

It's just that the tone is a little darker, and even the windows are light black and brown pleated windows.

"Who are you?" Tiri asked suspiciously, looking at the clock hanging on the wall.

Feng Chen quietly looked at the woman in front of him who was packing up her things and leaving, and said calmly:

"Hello, is this Ms. Tilie, the head of the Department of Psychology?"

"It's me, you're it?"

"Hello, under the dust, come to your job."