"Okay, that's it for today's class. You can pack your things and listen to me talk about the writing of the two small papers I collected last week."
“What makes me very happy is that everyone handed in their homework within the stipulated time, and everyone wrote enough words. No plagiarism or borrowing from each other was found. The classmate whose name I read was given extra praise because Your handwriting is very neat, Allen, Palanis, Johnson..."
Schiller flipped through the paper in his hand page by page, but he didn't comment much on the content, because the two papers last week were actually just class summaries and did not involve much professional theoretical knowledge. They just expressed their own opinions.
In this kind of paper, most professors will allow students to speak freely, and as long as they don't go too far off topic, they can be considered qualified.
After finishing last week's homework review, Schiller started to keep the homework for this class again. He put one hand on the podium, flipped through the textbook on the podium with his fingers and said: "This is the end of the analysis of applied cases. , starting from the next class, we will strengthen theoretical knowledge."
"Thankfully, you won't start class with a dead body on the screen anymore, but learning theoretical knowledge requires greater concentration."
"In terms of classwork, there will be less free discussion and opinion expression. You need to memorize more. Later, I will send out the instructions for tomorrow's lecture. You must preview the first half of the content and start tomorrow. , I will ask people to ask questions during class..."
The students in the seats were all lowering their heads to record the homework requirements. After Schiller handed out the instructions, he began to highlight the key points for them. After the class was over, the students packed up their things and walked out. Schiller was also packing up the books on the podium. This At that moment, Barry came over and said, "Professor, will the formal theoretical classes start tomorrow? Isn't it a bit too fast?"
"Do you think the teaching pace is a bit fast?" Schiller looked at him and asked. His hand in packing things paused, and then said: "I know that the students here will not become psychologists. They study psychology more Most of them are to cooperate with criminal investigation technology, so they pay more attention to the application aspect."
"So, I hope to be able to give a few more application scenarios to tell them how psychology is used in the FBI's handling process. This part of the class has been a little longer."
"The time they have to study here is limited, so I have to speed up the teaching progress and enter the theoretical part of study as soon as possible, so that after they have mastered part of the theoretical knowledge, they can then conduct case analysis and repeat this process to strengthen their Their ability to apply.”
"Of course, this may indeed leave them with little time to consolidate the knowledge they have learned before. Do you think this is too fast? Maybe I can give them another class time to write a staged summary paper."
"No, no, no, that's not what I mean." After listening to all Schiller's teaching ideas, Barry said, "What I mean is, did you have time to prepare lessons? I wanted to ask you when we analyzed the case before. Where did you come up with so many weird and weird things that fit the topic exactly? This is not something that is in the textbook."
Schiller lowered his head and flipped through the information in his hand and said, "It's not difficult. Just look through the case library provided by the FBI."
"Moreover, for a subject that has never appeared in a psychology class, the teaching must be rewritten from beginning to end. There is no previous experience to draw on, five or six brand-new examples, and the application scenarios of psychology must be combined. , how did you finish writing it?"
"Teaching is not difficult, there are fixed routines, and psychological analysis is not as difficult as you might imagine."
"But when I went out for a night run at 3 o'clock yesterday morning, I saw you writing tutorials in the office."
Just as Schiller was about to open his mouth, Barry interrupted him and said: "I am also a criminal investigation technician. I have worked in the police station, court and physical evidence technology center. I know how difficult it is to write the analysis report of each case. You should You haven’t had much sleep in more than a week, right?”
Schiller shook his head, folded the books in his hands, tapped them on the table to align them, and said to Barry: "Running at night in the early hours is a serious violation of teaching order. I will remember to deduct points from you at the end of the semester."
After saying that, Schiller took the information and documents and walked out of the classroom. Barry turned to look at his back, touching his chin in thought.
On the streets of Seaside City in the afternoon, the asphalt road was burned by the sun and gave off a pungent smell. A slightly immature hand reached into the glass window and handed over a roll of U.S. dollars, and then said: "I want two. For ice cream, one wants chocolate and vanilla, and the other wants strawberry and vanilla.”
"I don't want strawberries." Another little head popped out and said, "I want to try this. What flavor is this?"
The owner of the ice cream truck looked at the two children lying in front of the window, showed a bright smile and said: "This is a local specialty caviar flavor. If you are not allergic to seafood, you must try this."
"Then have one, this one has caviar and vanilla flavor..."
"Oh my God, caviar! Harley! Are you crazy? How can ice cream be caviar-flavored? Ugh!"
"Shut up, Jason, you can't say anything nice with that stinky mouth! Anyway, it's me who spends the money, it's not your business to decide what flavor I want to eat?...Oh, by the way, boss, here's another vanilla flavor Give it to little Krypton.”
Soon, the store owner handed over three ice creams. Harley stretched out her hands to take two. Jason took his own one, took off the paper wrapping the cone underneath, and took a bite of the top one. After taking a ball of ice cream, he let out a sigh of satisfaction, and then said: "I said I was treating you, but you have to say you are rich."
"I'm not a poor boy like you who lives on the streets." Harley rolled her eyes, took a bite of the ice cream, then patted the little boy next to her on the head and said, "Come on, let's go over there and sit and eat. "
"Why do you think Professor Schiller asked us to wait for him here?" Jason looked around at the surrounding environment and said with some confusion.
This is the square of the park in the wealthy area of Seaside City. Because it is the tourist season, many tourists take their children to play in the water next to the fountain. Colorful ice cream trucks and snack stalls with striped roofs are connected in a line, and under the sunshine Below, bright colors flashed.
"Who knows." Harley, who was sitting on the bench, shook her legs and said, "Last night he came back early in the morning. After he came back, he started writing again and worked until midnight. Maybe he planned to relax today? After all, he is not Are you here to recuperate from mental illness?”
Jason nodded and felt that what Harley said made sense. He stretched out a hand to block his eyes and looked into the distance. There were no high-rise buildings in this entire area of residential buildings, so the field of vision was very wide, and you could also follow the layers. The view from the spire of the stacked villa to the coastline is very good.
More importantly, the sun is very sunny today. People who are exposed to the sun will soften their bones and sweat on their foreheads. The first feeling when entering the ice cream is that it is cold and soft, and then it is fragrant and sweet. This is indeed a leisure time. Great place to relax.
Soon, a familiar car drove to the side of the square. Jason and Harley jumped off the bench one after another, ran to the car door, opened the door and got in. Schiller in the driver's seat held the steering wheel and waited until Xiao Krypton jumped on. The co-pilot stepped on the accelerator and drove forward.
"Professor, where are we going?" Jason asked.
"Take you to the dentist." Schiller said while turning the steering wheel: "You two, within this week, you will eat at least one marshmallow, one small cake, two ice creams, and countless mints a day. , have you really considered how your teeth feel?”
As soon as she heard about going to the dentist, Harry took a deep breath. Before the little girl could say anything, Schiller said directly: "Don't even think about running away. How long has it been since your parents passed away that you haven't seen a dentist?"
Harley's eyes began to move around. Jason looked at Harley with some confusion. Harley lowered her voice and said to him: "Going to the dentist is the scariest thing in the world. You will know later."
Soon, the car stopped in front of a clinic. Schiller led the two children out of the car, chatted with the receptionist at the door, then entered the doctor's clinic, introduced the basic situation, and then left the two of them. Sent for dental checkup.
Schiller stood at the door of the ward and explained: "I hope that when I come back to see you, you will stay here obediently and don't cause trouble for the doctor, let alone fight, okay?"
The two children nodded, and Schiller walked out. About two hours later, Harley and Jason got in Schiller's car again, and Schiller handed each of them a pair of glasses.
"The time you two use your eyes has exceeded the average time used by children of this age. Although it is a good thing to love reading, it is best not to make yourself highly myopic. I just went to the nearby eye clinic for consultation. After thinking about it, the ophthalmologist thinks it’s better for you to wear protective glasses to protect your eyesight.”
Jason and Harley looked at each other, Harley made a face, and Jason frowned.
On the way back to Schiller's rented apartment, Schiller stopped by a restaurant to pack a meal. After returning to the apartment, he finished his meal as quickly as possible, and then sat on the sofa and coffee table to write a lesson.
Schiller looked at the notebook on the table with a serious face. He was thinking about whether to delete the group discussion part from this class or change it with the content of the next class. At this time, he heard a slight collision. , turned his head and saw a cup of hot water placed in his hand.
"Here, professor." Jason handed the cup over and said, "You've been working for almost 4 hours, do you really not want to take a break?"
Schiller shook his head, picked up the water glass and blew it while returning his eyes to the work in front of him. Jason wanted to speak, but was afraid of disturbing Schiller, so he could only walk back with a frown on his face.
At the bedroom door, Harley stopped Jason. She stuck her head out and glanced at Schiller in the living room, then looked at Jason and said, "Is he planning to stay up all night tonight?"
"It's hard to say." Jason shook his head and said, "It must look like this."
Harry gritted his teeth and said, "Do you know? The most impressive funeral I have ever attended was the funeral of my father's colleague. Do you know how he died?"
"How did you die?"
"He was exhausted." Harley said exaggeratedly: "Because he stayed up late to write a report, he suffered a sudden death from a heart attack. He worked without sleeping for four or five days in a row, so he died!"
Jason took a breath of cold air. He turned to look at Schiller on the sofa and said with some hesitation: "Professor Schiller is not an ordinary person. He shouldn't exhaust himself to death, right?"
At this time, in a dim room in Schiller's Thought Palace, Schiller in a white coat crossed his arms and looked at the other Schiller in front of him and said!
"He's always been like this! It's called the efficient use of time. When he controls his body, the rate of wear and tear on his body is twice that of mine!"
"Before, when we didn't have Gray Fog, he would be a little more restrained. But now that he has a symbiote that can repair his body anytime and anywhere, he is even more unscrupulous. Before, he just stayed up at night and couldn't wake up in the morning. Now he even sleeps They don’t even sleep anymore!”
"However, the symbiote is not omnipotent. We all know that after Eddie's body ages in the comics, Venom cannot completely repair it. He can only continue to use symbiote factors to replace aging cells. If Pride continues to be depleted like this, sooner or later One day, we have to do the same!"
"Calm down and speak slowly." Schiller, who was sitting opposite him, was wearing a dark blue suit and a burgundy tie. He slowly picked up the red wine at hand and took a sip.
"The superego is with him, so he knows how to be biased and arrogant! Whatever arrogance does is right, I am obviously the one who cherishes my body the most. I have a healthy work and rest schedule, proper rest, regular exercise, and physical fitness. Just because I am Being greedy, they unite to guard against me, is this even justified?!"
Schiller, who was opposite Greedy, smiled and said, "It seems you are aggrieved, otherwise you wouldn't come to me. Don't worry, I have another guest today."
Greedy was stunned for a moment. At this moment, there was a knock on the door. The sound of "Dongdongdong" sounded very regular. Schiller at the table said in a deep voice: "Please come in."
Greedy strode forward, held the door handle, and opened the door. He saw Bruce Wayne appearing behind the door.
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Bruce was stunned for a moment when he saw Greedy. Schiller at the table picked up the knife and fork and said while cutting the food:
"I know what you do, but you came a step too late. Someone has already filed a complaint."
