Chapter 1752

Cat Getan finally reached the most difficult time of the year. Perhaps some might be curious: is there any day in Cat Getan that isn't difficult? But most of the things that usually happen in this village of fools are absurd and bizarre. What is even more absurd and bizarre is that what defeated these tough guys who could struggle to survive in the cosmic sewers wasn't some great disaster, but summer.

With the progress of Lex's project, the efficiency of Cat Getan's cloud-clearing became more and more stable, changing from two hours a day at the beginning with two days off a week, to at least three or four hours of sunshine a day, and it could be guaranteed all year round.

No matter how well Lex's personality fits Cat Getan, he is still a Metropolis man who grew up in the sun. He really cannot understand how people in a city can live in an environment without sun all day long.

Thus, after the cloud-clearing system stabilized, Lex went full throttle: sun, just sun, sun for 180 days, sun for deliciousness, sun for freshness.

This really cost the Gothamites their lives. The vast majority of ordinary people who had never left this city had almost never seen the sun since they were born. They basically only absorbed ultraviolet rays during those few hours in the evening. At that time, the sunlight could not be called intense at all; calling it bright was even a bit of an exaggeration.

Before summer arrived, the sunlight from 12:00 to 4:00 PM every day only made Gothamites sigh that everything was much brighter. But after truly entering summer, the ultraviolet intensity rose sharply. Gothamites, who had long been accustomed to cloudy, cool days and sea breezes every day, were instantly "sun-baked."

The clouds that hung over Cat Getan all year round kept the city's temperature stable for decades. Not cold in winter and not hot in summer could be said to be the city's only advantage.

It can be said that as long as one can endure the poor air quality and the acid rain that falls every two days, Cat Getan can be considered a fairly livable city in terms of temperature conditions alone.

In the past, such stable climate conditions brought another problem: air conditioning companies had no way to survive here. When it was coldest in winter, the temperature was only in the single digits below zero, and when it was hottest in summer, it would not exceed 30 degrees. Heating with a fireplace and cooling with a fan were completely feasible.

This led to the fact that this summer, the most common illness in Cat Getan changed from gunshot wounds to heatstroke.

In Schiller's office at Cat Getan University, he held the phone and said to the other side, "... Of course, I'd be happy to do that, Commissioner Gordon. You can just have things delivered to the school warehouse. Yes, I will emphasize it to the students. Okay, goodbye."

A knock on the door came. Schiller turned his head, looked at Anna standing by the door, and said, "What's wrong?"

"The police commissioner called you? Is there another murder case?"

Schiller shook his head, put the phone down, and said, "There are too many people with heatstroke recently, and the hospital beds aren't enough. Gordon hopes to borrow the school's underground parking lot to house the patients. Of course, they will pay compensation."

Anna frowned. She crossed her arms and said, "I can understand that he needs a cool place to house those heatstroke patients, but there really is no place to park nearby."

"If the faculty and staff all park their cars further away and walk over in the sun, there will definitely be more people with heatstroke."

"You should listen to the compensation he's offering first." Schiller smiled, picked up the newspaper he had been reading halfway on the windowsill, and said, "The police academy he organized has already started recruiting. Currently, they've recruited over thirty students. Gordon plans to have these intern detectives come to Cat Getan University to install air conditioning for us..."

Anna's expression instantly brightened. She flipped her blonde hair back, snapped her fingers lightly, and said, "When he first took office, I knew he would be a good commissioner."

"I haven't prepared his promotion gift yet." Schiller walked out with the newspaper and came to the main office with Anna. Victor was standing by the window, having just closed the screen.

He walked quickly to Schiller and Anna like he was presenting a treasure, looked at them with a smile, and said, "Guess what I found?"

"If it's not the truth of the universe, it's not worthy of your happy expression right now." Schiller sat at his original workstation, laid the newspaper flat on the desk, and began browsing the news.

Victor stretched out his hand. Anna screamed in fright. She waved at Schiller and said, "Look! Schiller, look at what Victor found!"

Schiller sat up straight, glanced at the front of the seat, and then discovered that what was lying in Victor's hand was a tiny insect with nearly transparent wings, a black-gray body, and two round eyes. It was a cicada.

Schiller raised an eyebrow, feeling a bit surprised, because just a moment ago, he had recalled the several summers he had spent in Cat Getan, and a strange feeling that something was missing welled up in his heart. Now that he thought about it, perhaps it was the lack of cicada chirping.

Cicadas in the United States are called seventeen-year cicadas because they can live underground for up to seventeen years, but the vast majority cannot stay that long and will break through the soil in three to five years. Therefore, cicada chirping always erupts periodically, but for such a long time, Schiller had never heard it once.

Anna exclaimed at the cicada lying in Victor's palm. She kept pointing at the tiny insect with her finger and said, "There are actually cicadas in Cat Getan?! And it's the kind that doesn't hit people!"

"You have too much hope for entomology." Schiller picked up a pen to mark useful news reports in the newspaper.

Thinking about it carefully, Cat Getan really doesn't have any insects, and there are no wild animals in the suburbs.

This is not surprising. Humans with the title of ferocious upright apes are living in a state of chaos here. Asking wild animal populations to multiply and thrive here is a bit whimsical.

But Cat Getan is not short of animals. Basically, every month, a mutant rat larger than a human crawls out of the sewer, causing five to six casualties. The city's air force, led by sparrows with wingspans about the same size as eagles, is still disciplined, but the group of seagulls on the coastline that are larger than rooftops can be called a dock terrorist gang.

Gothamites, who often deal with these giant mutant monsters, are already very accustomed to a monster popping out every few days.

At noon that day, after finishing lunch, on his way to the classroom, Schiller saw Victor hurrying through the corridor with a face full of anxiety.

Schiller stopped Victor and asked, "What's wrong? Professor Fries, where are you going?"

"One of my students fainted." Victor stopped briefly and said, "He suddenly lost consciousness while doing an experiment in the cryo-lab. I'm on my way there now."

"Could it be..." Schiller just wanted to say could it be heatstroke like other Gothamites, but then thought that the place where he fainted was Victor's cryo-lab. Although not all rooms in the cryo-lab are cold, the lab set underground has no scorching sun from the surface, and it is surrounded by cold storage. How hot could it get?

Victor was very anxious, so Schiller didn't ask more. After saying goodbye to Victor, Schiller walked into the classroom with his lecture notes.

He looked around and sighed. The reason was simple: the classroom that was originally full was now less than half full, and the students who came were like eggplants beaten by frost.

Schiller's requirements for attendance were very strict. Students who came to the basic psychology class knew that this professor was not easy to fool, so almost no one dared to be absent or have someone sign in for them. During the time Schiller taught at Cat Getan University, student attendance remained above 98%, and those who didn't come would submit leave notes as required.

Schiller hadn't received any leave notes yesterday, but he was helpless in the face of this situation. He knew very well that the students who didn't appear in the classroom must be lying in their dorms like corpses.

There was only one reason for this: Cat Getan University dorms didn't have air conditioning.

After the temperature soared to 35 degrees this summer, sick leave notes piled up on every professor's desk.

Whether someone would use the climate as an excuse to fake illness and ask for leave to do other things was a problem that worried other professors. Schiller didn't have this trouble because, in addition to checking attendance, he was also very strict about exam grades. If you didn't come to class and couldn't pass the exam, you would still be in big trouble.

Therefore, Schiller was sure that these students who didn't come must be unable to get up. Since that was the case, he had no better way, so he could only slow down the progress of the course, and this new lesson that was originally going to be taught was changed to a Q&A session.

Schiller had arranged Q&A sessions before, but the results were not good. Students would rather send him emails after class than ask questions in person in the classroom. This is a drawback of excessive authority. Except for those students who were truly obsessed with academics, most students who were just trying to pass exams didn't dare to risk their lives to answer questions face-to-face with Schiller, even if they didn't understand certain problems.

But this time, just after Schiller finished speaking, a figure walked down the side steps of the seats and came to the podium within a few minutes. Schiller turned his head and found it was Cobblepot.

Oswald Cobblepot was already a sophomore. After several years of treatment, his mother's condition had become quite stable. But for the sake of safety, Cobblepot still stayed at home to observe for a year. After confirming that his mother was completely capable of taking care of herself, he chose to enter the university he had dreamed of.

However, his chosen major was finance. Finance does require connections, but now Cobblepot is the number one red man under Falcone, and the people of the Twelve Families also have to look at his face. In order to cooperate with Mayor Luo Yi and his staff team to improve the economic situation of the entire city, and also to whitewash the gang, it is not difficult to understand why Cobblepot, who considers himself to have good talent in this area, chose to study for a bachelor's degree in finance.

Finance at Cat Getan University is an ace major. There are too many financial talents in this city who seek refuge here to seek an official position, and there are only a few types of people who need to seek refuge in the financial circle: either scammers, or scammers who scam scammers.

This group of people has a common characteristic: their professional level is excellent, their business ability is extremely strong, and they are more proficient in practice than professors at any other university.

As the saying goes, famous teachers produce great students. Graduates of the finance major at Cat Getan University are renowned in a certain circle of wealthy people.