Schiller's hand on the arm of the sofa flipped over, he opened his mouth hesitantly, looked at Victor, and asked very tactfully: "Your graduate student, is the first lesson to write a thesis?" ”

"Oh, of course not." Victor replied briskly, "When I first met them, I just wanted them to familiarize themselves with the campus environment, and then show them around the laboratory and say some precautions, you know, this is what the first lesson should do." ”

"However, my students said that they have memorized these things very well, and they can just work on the project." Victor shook his head a little helplessly and said: "Working with a group of geniuses, that's it, being a teacher of a group of geniuses, the pressure is even greater." ”

"Before starting the formal project, I set up a simulation project for them to see how good they are, so we had our first group meeting."

"Captain Cold did a good job, not what I expected, I had an estimate of his level, and Pamela's performance surprised me a little, after all, she came here from a different major, but the results were good."

"What shocked me the most was Bruce, he is also interdish, but he does a better job than anyone else, he not only completes the project well, but also innovates, and his thesis is also very good, although it is only a simulation project and a virtual experiment, but the data and inferences are very rigorous."

Schiller looked at Victor with frowning eyes and said, "Are you sure you're talking about Bruce Wayne??" ”

Victor looked at Schiller suspiciously and said, "Seriously, every time you are worried about Bruce's thesis in the office, it makes me lower my expectations of him by a point, but I didn't expect him to give me such a surprise!" ”

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Victor concluded: "Possibly, it's because you're asking too much. ”

Schiller looked at Victor with a look of disbelief and said, "But if you have read his great work on psychology, you will know how ridiculous what you just said......

"That could be because he chose the wrong major." Victor shrugged his shoulders and said, "When I was in college, I almost wanted to go to medical school, but when I endorsed it, I felt very painful, so I still firmly chose the path of hypothermia." ”

"Maybe it's the same with Bruce." Victor nodded and said, "I can understand him, if a person doesn't like a subject, writing a thesis is really painful. ”

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

"No problem at all." Victor replied, "Even if I judge his format with the most critical eye, I can't find anything wrong with it, he is the most rigorously worded of all the first-year students I have ever taken with me." ”

"I think it's time for you to do a psychological check." Schiller looked at Victor and said seriously: "I suspect that you have some kind of hallucination. ”

"Don't do that, Schiller." Victor looked Schiller in the eye and said, "As teachers, we have to recognize the progress of our students, be happy about it, and encourage it. ”

"The most interesting question to discuss is whether he is improving, or watching people cook." Schiller pursed the corners of his lips and said.

"No, the most important question to explore should be, will the behavior patterns of students change because of the teacher's attitude?" Victor snapped some more finger biscuits, and then said:

"If the student knows that he will never get positive feedback from a teacher, maybe he will lack some motivation to work hard."

Schiller sighed and said, "So, it's still my problem?" ”

"No, I guess, it's good to be strict, but I know I'm not serious enough." Victor poured himself a glass of wine, soaked his finger biscuits, took a bite, and said, "Every teacher has their own unique teaching style, and every student has their own favorite learning style. ”

"Letting teachers adapt to students is inevitably a lack of discipline, but students are not able to adapt to teachers." Victor took a sip of his wine and said, "That's why, teaching and educating people is the most difficult thing in the world." ”

After Victor left, Schiller sat there with a deep frown.

After a while, he slapped the armrests of his chair with both hands, and said, "Well, that at least means that the treatment is working, and I can get out of this trouble for a while." ”

Schiller got up from his chair, and just as he was about to walk back to his desk, Mrs. Miller rushed in again, looked at Schiller with a small note in her hand, and said, "Professor! Your prescription separator is misspelled again! Do you want me to help you put it on the wall in the lobby downstairs? ”

"No need!" Schiller stood there and rubbed his eyebrows, and Mrs. Miller said with a smirk: "But I must praise you, this time the name of the drug is all written correctly, let's help you paste it, this is a rare progress." ”

"Don't say that, Mrs. Miller, I've only recently returned to my job as a doctor, and there's always going to be a process of adaptation." Schiller shrugged his shoulders lightly and said, "Recently, I haven't had any classes, so I can adapt well." ”

Mrs. Miller snorted and went out, and Schiller went back to the chair behind his desk and sat down, he unbuttoned his suit, looked up at the ceiling, and then, as if remembering something, got up again, walked to the phone, and began to dial.

"Hey, help me check if there's a patient named Jonathan Crane who has been admitted to the hospital lately?"

"Yes, really? Okay, what room is he in? …… Okay, I see, tell Brand not to go to the rounds, I'll do it for him. ”

After hanging up, Schiller walked to the front of the glass screen wall, straightened his clothes, and when he arrived at the room where Jonathan the Scarecrow was, Jonathan was picking up his coat and dusting it off with a look of disgust.

"Sorry, the hospital is still being renovated, so it's quite dusty." Schiller pushed open the door and said, "You can call the nurse to sprinkle some water." ”

Jonathan stood still, looked Schiller up and down, and said, "I guess...... You must have defeated Batman again, and you want to come to me to find some presence, right? Don't you have anything else to do? ”

"I'm a doctor, I'm here to do rounds, judging from your wording, your condition has not improved at all, do you need to add some medicine?" Schiller raised his eyebrows coldly.

But Jonathan ignored him completely, and said: "Don't play that trick of playing the doctor and patient, you and I both know that we are the same kind of people, do you think taking medicine can cure your disease?" If you can't, you won't cure me. ”

Jonathan shook his coat vigorously and said, "We're all cold-blooded natural murderers, oh, I was wrong, you're the cold-blooded of all of us...... You should be thankful that Batman doesn't read newspapers. ”

Schiller, however, did not care about his indifference, smiled, went to the chair in front of the window and sat down, put his leg on the other, put his hand on his knee, and said, "How do you know that he doesn't read newspapers?" ”

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

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

"You're as crazy as Batman." Jonathan put the folded clothes in the cupboard, sat on the edge of the bed, turned his back to Schiller, and began to organize the shoe cabinet again, he continued: "Now it looks like you've defeated Batman again, congratulations, you've managed to become the craziest madman in all of Gotham, and probably the craziest in the world." ”

The content of Jonathan's words sounded like good words, but the tone revealed a thick mockery, but Schiller propped one hand on the table, leaned forward, approached Jonathan and said, "Are you also angry that you can't read the newspaper?" ”

Jonathan stood up, turned to Schiller and spread his hands, the muscles of his face twitching, and he said, "You crazy people! You have forsaken me! You even asked me, do you feel angry?! ”

Schiller smiled at him, and then said, "We have not abandoned you, and doctors will never abandon their patients, but you can't expect the academic community to learn about you telepathically, right?" ”

"But it's not fair at all!" Jonathan exclaimed, "Why is there only one Batman in Gotham?" This makes it harder for all the 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'll give you a discharge certificate now, you can go to the Metropolis or Star City, and no one will stop you." ”

After speaking, his gaze gradually turned cold, looked at Jonathan and said, "You are like a bad student who can't answer the problem and it is difficult." ”

Jonathan snorted, but didn't answer, instead sitting on the edge of the bed with his hands on his knees.

But Schiller came over, stood beside him, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't be angry, otherwise, you can learn from Jack and start a club of your own." ”

"He's even more insane!" Jonathan shook his head and said, "I'm going to be a good law-abiding citizen tomorrow!" Let you lose a fellow human from this world forever! …… No! I'll go now! ”

As Jonathan spoke, he kept shaking his head in one direction, and he seemed to have no control over his movements.

His symptoms were somewhat similar to Schiller's, but different, but there was no doubt that he was telling the truth, they were both born mentally ill and incurable.

"Alright, don't make a fuss."

Schiller lifted the hem of his suit, put his hand in the pocket of his pants, and said, "Don't you just want to know the new code?" I can tell you secretly, but you must not tell anyone else, or we'll both be kicked out of academia. ”

Jonathan's eyes widened slowly, he tilted his eyes to the side, looked at Schiller, but as if he didn't want to look at him, Schiller kept his hands in his pockets, bent down, and whispered a word in Jonathan's ear.

Jonathan immediately showed a happy expression, and even his eyes slowly lit up, and he looked up at Schiller, who held out a finger and put it to his mouth, making a silent expression.

As Schiller walked into the stairwell, he heard Jonathan open the door and shout to the nurse on duty, "Order me a newspaper!" Deliver it as fast as possible tomorrow morning! I could tip double, oh no, it's triple, and make those little bastards hurry! ”

Schiller's footsteps paused, and in the darkness he cried out:

"Say 'Hello' and 'Please'!"

“…… Well, hello! Please help me order a newspaper! ”

In the darkness, Schiller's lenses flashed a glimmer of light, and then, slowly revealing a smile, he walked down the stairs and left without stopping.