While eating breakfast, Merkel looked at Schiller's somewhat awkward movement of folding the newspaper, hesitated for a moment, and said:

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

Schiller didn't reply, he tried to make the newspaper stand up so that it could be seen, and at the same time he could eat with a fork, but soon he found out. It was still difficult to do this, far less convenient than looking at his phone, so he sighed and threw the newspaper aside.

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

Re-roasted toast, served with sausages, fried eggs, and braised peas, and a glass of hot milk at just the right temperature, without having to cook or wash the dishes himself, Schiller, who had eaten and drunk, leaned back in his chair and lamented the corruption of aristocratic life.

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

There was nothing left on the plate, except for a small section of bread that had been slightly tested, a little soup of stewed peas, the knife was casually thrown at hand, while the fork was on the plate, and the milk cup was placed in front of the plate......

Merkel thought that perhaps Schiller was really sick.

Not to mention the eating process that has no sense of ritual and fixed flow at all, not to mention the irregular leftover meals, the completely untidy knives and forks can also be ignored, just this milk cup placed in the middle but not completely in the middle is enough to make the previous Schiller irritable all day.

If this had been the case in the past, Merkel would have had to pray silently in her heart for the students who are in class today.

Merkel was surprised by the overly normal process of dining, and he was so surprised that he didn't have a chance to say anything after holding his stomach.

Just as he was about to find a chance to speak, Schiller stood up and said, "I'll go up and sleep for a while, call me at about 9:30, thank you." ”

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

"You're saying you're going to go upstairs and sleep a little after you've eaten?"

"Uh, no?" Schiller glanced at his watch and said, "Isn't my class at 10 o'clock?" It's only 7 o'clock, what are you doing so early? ”

"Hmm...... Well, if you're going to do that, I'll call you on time, oh, wait! You just said 9:30, it's ......"

"Gotham University isn't far from here." As Schiller walked upstairs, he said, "Even if it's a bicycle, it's half an hour." ”

With that, he went back to his bedroom, leaving only Merkel, who was still surprised.

When there were two minutes left before 10 o'clock, Schiller, who was sitting in the driver's seat, first glanced forward at the endless traffic jam, and then looked back at his own home, which was still in the field of vision and saw very clearly, he sighed deeply, and regretted that he took the initiative to give DC Schiller a top shift.

At 10:10, the classrooms at Gotham University were packed, and most of them were talking to each other in whispers.

At that moment, footsteps rang out from outside the door, and everyone immediately sat down and stopped talking, and the air in the entire classroom was like a piece of frozen ice.

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

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

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

His eyes widened, and he slowly walked to his seat and sat down with a puzzled face, and then he saw Bruce, who was sitting next to him, staring thoughtfully at the podium.

"What's going on? Bruce, what about the professor? ”

Bruce shook his head slowly, Yin Wens's eyes widened again, he looked around, and found that the eyes of his classmates fell 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 logo of the Wayne Group slowly landing on the lawn of a manor.

Bruce walked out of there, and Schiller put his hand out the window and waved at him.

Bruce stepped forward and looked at Schiller, who was sitting in the driver's seat, speechless, and asked, "Why are you here?" ”

"Shouldn't that be the question I asked you? How did you come here? Still flying a helicopter? ”

"Yin Wens called to your manor, and your butler told him that you went out an hour ago, and according to the traffic laws in Gotham, I guess you should be stuck here."

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Bruce asked, confused.

"What's wrong with me?" Schiller was also puzzled, he misunderstood what Bruce meant, he waved his hand and said: "Okay, I'm just unlucky, I ran into a big traffic jam, next time I'll try to be early, you go back and tell the students that this class will be changed to self-study......"

Bruce walked around the car, opened the co-pilot's door, sat down in Schiller's co-pilot, and then turned his head and stared at him with squinting eyes.

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

But Bruce still stared at him and didn't say a word, so Schiller could only say, "Okay, you little bastards, free to move, okay?" ”

Bruce's eyes narrowed more and more, and it had become a very typical skeptical expression, and when Schiller's afterglow caught a glimpse of his expression, he couldn't help but turn his head, look Bruce up and down, and said, "Don't tell me, you still want me to ask for leave from other teachers, that's a bit too much, right?" ”

"What the hell is wrong with you? You don't just seem to have an anxiety disorder, have you recently taken a psychiatric test? ”

"I'm mentally healthy."

Holding the steering wheel with one hand, Schiller moved forward a little with the traffic, and said, "Don't forget, you still have a bill to pay, and if it's okay, go and take care of your group and make more money." ”

Bruce stared at Schiller for a long time, and seeing that he didn't reply anymore, he could only push the car door and go down.

By the time he returned to his Gotham classrooms and told all his classmates that the lesson had been converted into a free ride, no one showed any excitement, and everyone below was whispering.

"Oops! If this class is free, the next class must be a big exam, and the professor must be to test whether we can study independently, if we fail the exam......"

"Free time? Hellish free time! How could that devil possibly let us move freely? It's a trap for sure! ”

"We've been out of class for so long, and he doesn't take exams?? Bruce, are you mistaken? ”

"Don't talk about it, hurry to the library, don't forget, those freshmen will also compete with us for a seat!"

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

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

Although there is not much room for Bruce's results to decline, if Schiller makes a new low and asks Schiller to call Alfred, he will not want to go out for a night trip recently.

After hesitating for less than a second, he said:

"Earn me a spot, thank you."

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

"Just now your student Yin Wensi found me after the high math class and asked me to care about your mental state, because he heard Bruce say that class is 10 o'clock today, and you didn't go out until 9:30."

"Of course, being late is nothing new in Gotham, but being late because of a traffic jam, are you coming to Gotham for the first day?"

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

"Of course, the average traffic jam time of three hours is not normal, because the average traffic jam used to be five hours."

"It's only 24 hours a day!" Schiller raised his voice and said.

"It's 24 hours a day!" Anna also raised her voice and said.

At this moment, Victor walked in, he had books and materials in his hands, as if he had just finished class, and when he saw Schiller sitting at his desk, he walked up to Schiller, put down what he was holding, and then knocked on the partition and said, "Let's go, eat." ”

He turned to Anna again and said, "Anna, don't be like this, it's normal to be late, especially when it was suddenly announced last night that the resumption of traffic was resumed, everyone was suffocated, and there will definitely be more cars." ”

"Schiller and I are both outsiders, so it's normal not to adapt to your traffic conditions here."

Then he said to Schiller: "Don't worry about it, just in time to give your students a vacation, and ask me to say that you have pushed them a little too hard before, and education is in a hurry." ”

After saying that, Victor came over and took Schiller to the restaurant to eat.

For Schiller, Victor was arguably his best friend in Gotham, and for Victor, Schiller was no different.

Because the two of them have a good relationship, Victor is very clear about Schiller's quirks, and Victor doesn't care at all about his sudden choice to delay going out and being late because of a traffic jam, what's the matter, can there be an outrageous plan for Frozen Gotham?

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

For he saw that Schiller had taken a piece of broccoli with his fork and put it in his mouth.