Chapter 2201: Autumn Comes Late to the Golden City (Part 1)

"Dear citizens, welcome to today's Cat Getan Day. I am your old friend Felida Lodatz, and I am David Pole."

"Before broadcasting today's news... Yes, we are going to relay that exciting news. Tomorrow night at 7 o'clock sharp, the opening ceremony of the Cat Getan Music Festival will be held grandly in the Cat Getan Central Square. This time we have invited many well-known musicians, and countless fans who love music have come from afar. The heavyweight guests present are..."

"Let us thank the Cat Getan City Government and Wei En Group for their strong support for this event, and also sincerely thank the citizens for their cooperation. Tomorrow night at 7 o'clock, Cat Getan Day will broadcast the grand occasion of the music festival for you on time. Please remember to watch..."

With a "click," the TV was turned off.

The Cat Getan summer killer had been rampant for a bit longer than expected. This year the weather was exceptionally hot, and autumn didn't arrive until October.

But late summer and early autumn were still the best times of the year. It had just cooled down, and Cat Getan had turned into a brilliant golden city.

In front of the desk in the Cat Getan University office, Victor withdrew his gaze from the ginkgo tree that had just turned yellow and picked up a paper placed on the side of Schiller's desk.

Originally, he just glanced at it casually, but stopped when he saw the title. He raised his eyebrows in surprise and said: "Why is it social engineering? Did you finally give up on letting them learn mediumship?"

"It's psychoanalysis." Schiller, who was grading homework, didn't look up and said: "I am also a professor at the Magic Academy. This is much harder than teaching people mediumship."

Victor opened his eyes slightly wider, appearing a bit surprised. Schiller put a piece of homework he had just graded aside and asked Victor: "Where is Cobblepot? Is he in the lab?"

"No, tomorrow is the opening ceremony. Two hours ago, he was checking safety and security tasks with James in the Cat Getan scenic area. What do you want him for?"

"Lady Li from the Cat Getan University Government Affairs Office thinks we can give the students a few days off and let them go to the music festival to have fun."

"So you hope Cobblepot will tell her that the current situation is not suitable for giving university students a holiday?"

"Why would you think so?" Schiller's pen tip paused.

"You don't like students having holidays." Victor said: "You think they have too many holidays, and they never finish their homework well during the holidays."

"This is a fact, but it doesn't mean I don't like students having holidays, because when they go back home, I can also be idle. This is the only leisurely time I can enjoy besides annual leave."

"But if the holiday is too long, you have to grade more homework." Victor looked down at the desktop and said: "Every time I see your students' homework, I am infinitely glad that I never made a mistake when making important life decisions. I thought about studying humanities and social sciences."

"Then you are smart and lucky." Schiller changed to the next paper and said: "You are not suitable for studying liberal arts."

Victor sighed helplessly and said: "So do you want them to have a holiday or not?"

Schiller's movements paused, then he gathered the papers on the desktop, tapped them on the desktop to align the four sides, put them on the file cabinet on the right, sat back in the chair, and held the two ends of the fountain pen with both hands.

"You didn't realize what a serious topic we are talking about."

"I'm all ears."

"After the improvement of Cat Getan's security and weather conditions, Cat Getan University's ranking has risen, surpassing the University of California, San Diego, and becoming the 61st in QS."

"At the same time, the football team achieved the best results in history, and the cheerleading team became more and more famous. The increase in the number of applicants led the Academic Affairs Office to decide to expand enrollment. In the total number of students in the school a month ago, we had 8,000 undergraduates and more than 16,000 master's and doctoral students."

Victor opened his eyes in shock and said: "It has surpassed Harvard University."

"But it is far from the University of California." Schiller shook his head lightly and said: "It seems that many people feel that we can also open branches across the United States like the University of California."

"Don't, for heaven's sake." Victor shuddered and said: "I can't imagine any school crowned with the name of Cat Getan University branch. It sounds like it greatly increases the local crime rate."

"This is why you are not suitable for studying humanities and social sciences."

"Then what do you usually say?"

"If Cat Getan University opens branches locally, they will have many outstanding alumni in law, finance, and journalism at the main campus, and at the same time, they will dance with many gifted outstanding people in philosophy, literature, history, fine arts, and various art categories, while also providing many employment directions for investigation, criminal psychology, and forensic medicine."

"I'm really glad I didn't study liberal arts."

"We also have a vocational and technical college with more than 1,000 students, where the students are younger, usually around 16 years old."

"So what does the number mean?"

"Now we have nearly 20,000 students. If we give them a holiday, it is clear that no one will not want to join in the fun."

"Isn't this very good?"

Schiller turned the pen in his hand and said: "Are you sure? 20,000 teenagers between 18 and 25 years old flock to the same event site in one day. How many explosions, arson, water leaks, streaking, mass drug use, and AIDS incidents do you think we will have to solve afterwards?"

Victor fell off the stool with a "pop." He stood up tremblingly with his hands on the desktop and said: "I'll go find Cobblepot now."

"Don't be in a hurry to go yet." Schiller stopped him again and said: "When you feel fear for this, many people think the same way, except for that group of ignorant tourists."

Victor opened his mouth slightly. He thought about it and said: "Makes sense. Once the mafia bosses learn that their own bear children are going to participate in this activity with their classmates, they will definitely maintain order spontaneously."

"That's not what I meant." Schiller shook his head again and said: "Even without considering this, the mafia won't miss the opportunity to make money. They won't add chaos. I'm referring to those more unstable factors."

Victor understood and said: "That group of lunatics whose brains are not quite normal?"

"They know the lethality of teenagers better than anyone else." Schiller answered: "This kind of completely causeless chaos is also their fatal threat. So if they know in advance that there are so many teenagers at the scene, they probably won't go."

"How to determine?"

"I wouldn't go."

Victor couldn't refute. Schiller turned the pen on the desktop lightly and said: "That must be an unprecedented chaos. According to the bandwagon effect, they will be infected to be even crazier, and the boundaries of morality will no longer exist. Although it is a good academic material, I can't find a good camera angle to ensure I can still observe patiently at that time."

"You hate chaos."

"More like liking to observe chaos from the sidelines."

Victor spread his hands and said: "You can't have both. Either don't let them go, or give them a holiday. But you always struggle with such problems. It seems you are here to seek my advice."

"This is my office."

"Although I am not a great detective, since I came in, you haven't seriously graded even one piece of homework."

Victor leaned on the desktop and looked at Schiller and said: "You feel a bit upset."

"Who can do mediumship now?"

"I tend to let them have a holiday." Victor gave his advice straightforwardly and said: "If you keep them in school, they will also try every means to run out. By then, you will be their only obstacle, and the trouble you will face will be much more than a whole music festival."

"What you can't get is always the best." Victor changed to support his face with the other hand and said: "The more you don't let them go, the more they feel the music festival must be extremely interesting. But if you give them a holiday directly, maybe some people who hate noise won't go."

Schiller nodded and said: "But it still needs to be confirmed with Cobblepot whether there is such reception capacity around the opening ceremony. Although they don't need long-term accommodation like tourists, if they can't book a hotel that night, the smell in the school the next morning will give you a big surprise."

Victor obviously thought of something, his face showed difficulty, and he said: "I saw it when I was studying in New York. The next morning of the carnival, no homeless person dared to put their hands into the trash can."

"Unless someone pays them an extra service fee."

Both of them laughed lowly. Schiller looked at Victor and said: "Mrs. Fries is recovering quite well, right?"

Victor immediately realized what he was referring to, but he was extraordinarily conservative and shy in this regard. He shook his head and said nothing, but Schiller

"During the process of Mrs. Fries being frozen, her body's age did not actually increase, and her organ conditions perfectly maintained the state of her youth, so..."

"Now is not the time to talk about this." Victor hurriedly interrupted Schiller and said, "We need to respect medicine, take a closer look at the test reports, and maintain the nanoneurons."

"You should have studied humanities and social sciences."

Victor mumbled, wanting to steer the conversation away, but Schiller sighed softly and said, "If you have the afternoon off today, then come to my manor for dinner."

"Under what pretext?"

"To celebrate the graduation of my godson, Lex Luthor."

Victor was somewhat dazed and said, "Lex graduated from undergraduate studies? Shouldn't he have graduated long ago?"

"He took a leave of absence for a period to handle the business of the Luthor Group." Schiller recalled for a moment and said, "You should remember that he disappeared for a while a year ago."

"Wait, I mean, he is your godson?"

"To a certain extent, his father's death is related to me, which makes me bear a certain responsibility; of course, there are other reasons, but they aren't that important. Now it seems, yes."

"How are his grades?" Victor asked.

Victor continued to look at Schiller, but Schiller sighed with a hint of helplessness.

This surprised Victor; Schiller didn't even sigh at Bruce's grades anymore, so what on earth had Lex done?

Lex's residence in Cat Getan was a hillside manor in the wealthy district, less than two kilometers from Wei En Manor, located on the hillside south of Wei En Manor. Because it was a house he had just bought and hadn't had time to renovate, it wasn't yet the Luthor Manor.

But it was already luxurious enough to make Clark look sideways repeatedly. He was like—or rather, he was—a country bumpkin who had just arrived in the city, dragging his suitcase, feeling that even having eight eyes wouldn't be enough.

"So I will be staying in a place like this for a week?" Clark said in disbelief, admiring the exquisitely carved fence, the complex and gorgeous chandelier that was so dazzling it made one unable to open their eyes, and the large Gothic windows with dozens of patterns that only appeared on certain churches in Europe.

"You can fly up and take a look." Lex reminded him.

Clark slapped his forehead; he always forgot that he could fly, so he took off into the air.

Lex's voice came from behind.

"... And wipe the dust off the top of the windows while you're at it."