Chapter 2527: Rustling Down (22)

This man who called himself Sivana had stern features. His eyes were deeply sunken in his eye sockets, and there were some dark circles under his eyes, which merged with the shadows cast by his brow bones, making his pupils look like a small boat floating on the black ocean.

When he spoke, he pursed his lips tightly. The sharp lines of the corners of

"Is the teaching work going smoothly, Professor?" Sivana asked with concern: "Is there anything you are not accustomed to regarding the new campus?"

Schiller shook his head and said: "Everything is fine. How is the football team? Can our invitational tournament be held as scheduled?"

"Of course, that is not a problem. The school's financial situation is indeed a bit tight, but I think the city government will provide us with enough help. Sports events have always been the city's calling card..."

Sivana talked on and off about many things regarding the football team. It seemed he had noticed that Schiller was particularly concerned about the situation of the sports department, and then he started chatting about the arrangement of psychology courses, mentioning whether to change the mobile class system to a fixed class system, and so on.

Schiller's attitude toward this new principal was relatively conservative. Sivana was not a common surname. The name Thaddeus Sivana indicated that he was not an ordinary person; it was very likely that he was a character with a name in the comics.

Of course, they were discovered by the police almost immediately. The leader of the robbers shouted that he still had hostages in his hands, clutching the technician they had kidnapped, while the others dashed toward the back door at full speed.

"When I went to visit Professor Fries earlier, I heard that you recently moved to a new home?"

Schiller frowned slightly. He didn't think Victor was a talkative person. It shouldn't have been Victor who took the initiative to tell Sivana, but rather that Sivana might have asked about it by beating around the bush.

Why was he so concerned about him?

"Oh, don't misunderstand, Professor. It's just that several professors I visited earlier were complaining that after moving to the new campus, their commute time had become longer. I wonder how it is on your end?"

"It's fine, my new house is not far." Schiller paused. He wasn't sure if Victor had told Sivana about the housewarming party, but since the other party had already brought it up, if he didn't tell him now and it was found out later, it would be hard to avoid being treated as exclusionary and isolating by the other party.

"In fact, my housewarming party hasn't been held yet because I've been busy lately, and the new house hasn't been tidied up either. If there is any news, I will send you an invitation. I hope you will grace us with your presence then, Mr. Principal."

Sivana appeared very happy, and his pursed lips relaxed. He stood up, shook hands with Schiller, and said: "My honor, Professor. In fact, I have always been very interested in psychology, but we are all very busy now. If you are free later, perhaps we can chat."

Schiller didn't know if this was just polite talk, but he would take it as polite talk for now. He had to go see who this Sivana was and speculate on why he was so enthusiastic.

After seeing Sivana off, Schiller wanted to go to the memory bank in the high tower to look it up, but at this moment, he received a call from Zatanna.

"Hello? Is this the Professor? John is injured. Could I trouble you to come to the Central Hospital?" Zatanna's slightly anxious voice came from the other end of the phone.

Schiller raised an eyebrow and said: "He's injured? What happened to him?"

"You'll know when you get here." Zatanna's tone revealed deep helplessness. Constantine seemed to mutter a few words on that end, but Zatanna hung up the phone quickly.

One wave after another, Schiller thought. Could it be that another creditor knocked on the wrong door? Clearly, there was still plenty of space in the freezer section of the refrigerator.

By the time Schiller drove to the Central Hospital, it was already very late. He was stuck in traffic for more than half an hour on the road and spent over ten minutes looking for a parking space near the hospital. The Central Hospital was located in the center of the roundabout area, and basically, the patients were packed full every day.

"My other personality has his own insights into economics, and Bruce Wei En happens to agree with these insights very much and has the ability to put them into practice. I express my deep regrets regarding this."

"What happened?" Schiller asked. He hadn't been in for long when Raven and Killer Croc also came in. Clearly, this matter had something to do with the two of them as well.

Constantine let out a long sigh, but before he could finish, he was slapped back into his stomach by Zatanna. He let out an 'ow' and curled up his body, frowning and muttering a few words before covering his head with the quilt to sleep.

"The two of us went to help set up Wei Lun's new company. Everything else was fine, except there were some large pieces of furniture to move, including the counter for receiving guests, the desk for registration in the back, and the filing cabinets for storing documents, and so on."

"Wei Lun transported these things to the warehouse. After we took these things out of the warehouse, we sent them to the entrance of the company storefront. I used magic to move them in, but John was just causing trouble on the side."

"I wasn't causing trouble!" Constantine's muffled voice came from under the quilt. "What on earth were you thinking to put the counter horizontally? Do you want to squeeze the guests who come here into meat patties?"

"But the space in the front room is limited. If I put it vertically, where would the receptionist be? And you also said that if it were placed horizontally, hanging a painting on that wall would look good, but what we are discussing now is practical value!"

"I was stating a fact. Could it be that the wall of the reception area can have no decorations? If you put it vertically, that wall wouldn't be able to hang anything at all!"

"Get to the point." Schiller tapped the hospital bed railing lightly.

"Fine, John and I had a small argument about the placement of the furniture." Zatanna made a small gesture, but Schiller saw a galaxy between the distance of her two fingers.

He knew it. This kind of young man and woman are all good when they are in love, but whenever they work together, something is bound to go wrong.

"I said put it vertically, he insisted on putting it horizontally. I said then let's try placing it, and then I used magic to control the counter to fly in. After it landed, I thought it looked quite good, but he wasn't convinced and rushed into the room to gesture to me how it should be placed."

"I said then I'll see how you place it. I controlled the counter to fly up again, but he moved it a bit forward, a bit backward, turned it left, turned it right—he was incredibly fussy. I was very annoyed by him, and I didn't control the magic well, so the counter fell down and smashed his foot..."

Zatanna lowered her head and hammered the edge of the bed with her hand, saying: "I didn't mean it either. You all know that the medium I use to cast magic is language, but he insisted on arguing with me while I was using magic..."

"Poor craftsmanship, little Zat." Constantine revealed his eyes, looking at Zatanna with a grin and mocking her.

Zatanna slapped him on the chest, clearly completely enraged. She roared at Constantine: "Don't you know why Morpheus avoids you?! Because you are also a troublesome jerk in bed! I really should pray to God and then let Him tell Lucifer..."

Schiller coughed twice, interrupting Zatanna's slip of the tongue. Zatanna was so angry that her face turned red. After taking a few deep breaths, she grabbed the top of the quilt and covered Constantine's head with it.

Schiller saw the X-ray taken on the side. Several people crowded over and found that it was just a foot fracture, which was not very serious, but he might not be able to get out of bed for at least ten days or half a month.

"Oh my god, doesn't that mean our moving plan is ruined?" Zatanna wailed: "Who's going to drive for me now?"

"Don't you have a driver's license?"

"I do, but I really can't understand the damn road conditions of this damn city." Zatanna sighed and said: "The traffic system of this city is too special. I got lost every time I drove. If I were to drive, I guess I'd be living in the East End this year."

Killer Croc laughed and said: "Of course, even old drivers like Jack can't navigate the new East End now. Can you imagine? Last time he took a private job, he circled for six hours among those buildings and passages and still hadn't come out. In the end, he had to blow up one of the passages to get out."

"He should suspect that it's Batman's conspiracy." Schiller told a joke that only he and Wei Lun understood. Wei Lun indeed laughed out loud and nodded, saying: "Yes, he definitely suspected that. He must think this whole area is a prank Bruce prepared for him. Bruce is capable of that!"

"I know a few local kids who should also be planning to work part-time to earn money recently. Perhaps they can join in too." Schiller said.

He was referring to the Robins of Wei En Manor. The last time he learned about the situation of the Robins was when Alfred called to ask about the situation after Merkel left.

Originally, it was about Merkel, but the topic would eventually turn to the children. With Wei En not at home, everything was fine. Apart from attending classes, this group of children just wandered aimlessly around the manor.

However, recently they seemed to be planning to do something. Under Alfred's investigation, he learned that the children planned to go out to work part-time to earn money.

The employment standard for normal full-time employees in Gotham is 16 years old. After all, the city's previous educational resources could not be called rich, and many people did not attend high school, let alone university, so people over 16 could work 50 hours a week.

"But your talent comes from your pathology. That is the culprit that prevents you from truly being an ordinary person. Are you really willing to simultaneously give up your talent and your pathology, to be a stupid ordinary person who can't predict any trouble and can't control anything?"

However, because there are too many outlaws in this city, the management in this regard is also turning a blind eye. After all, it's better for teenagers and children to be willing to work to earn money than to go out robbing and causing trouble, so no one would care if some underage children worked in shops.

Speaking of this, one has to mention the recent situation of the Children's Gang. After the gangs completely collapsed, the Children's Gang, which had intricate connections with the gangs, basically fell apart like a tree losing its shade.

After a few years of buffer period, most members of the Children's Gang had passed the most vulnerable age range. The younger ones were nearly 10 years old, while the older ones were nearly 20.

There was nothing much to say about where they went. During the music festival before, most of them were working in various places, and some with flexible minds led people to do business together and earned a lot of money.

Afterward, their life trajectories were about the same as normal ordinary people. Because they hadn't read books and had no academic qualifications, most of them found jobs that didn't require skills. Besides tightening screws in factories, they just did odd jobs everywhere to earn money.

Some with flexible minds went into business, saved a small sum of money, and could now rent a storefront to do some small business. Some with nimble hands entered vocational colleges to learn a skill and were now working as electricians, decorators, and car mechanics.

As for the batch of children who didn't have the ability to take care of themselves back then, most of them were now half-grown kids who could run and jump. Many former members who had already become adults would bear the burden of their lives, and they could be considered the first batch of children in the Children's Gang to attend school.

"Do you take me for Batman? Right and wrong have never been important. I have never lived by following the truth."

The East End had also established a perfect orphanage system. Any real orphans went to the orphanage and would not end up on the streets, so the generation of children younger than Jason was the last generation of Children's Gang members.