Chapter 2960

The process of Shiler evaluating the homework of this group of students cannot be said to be a teacher's demeanor, but can only be said to be spraying venom. In short, it completely changed his image in the hearts of Helen and others.

It turns out that Professor Shiler's temper in life is actually not good, he just vented his anger in the classroom, so his mental state is naturally very stable at ordinary times.

A class ended. Shiler originally thought that those few people had rolled away, but they were still waiting for him at the door.

Shiler sighed, packed up the lesson plan. Helen walked over and pretended to be mature and patted him and said: "Don't be angry, Professor, getting angry will make you old."

Shiler looked over and found that they didn't have any fearful expressions, nor were they like the Robins, who couldn't wait to run out a few kilometers away when they saw his dark face.

Luo Bote stretched and said: "Fortunately, I didn't go to college. If it were me, I wouldn't be able to write it either."

Night Thrasher said somewhat helplessly: "It's not a very difficult assignment either. Not being able to write a small essay of a few hundred words, you are indeed not suitable for college."

"Okay, Professor, don't be angry." Squirrel Girl also walked over and said: "It is indeed their fault that the students didn't hand in their homework, but since you have already criticized them, it will definitely be better next time."

It is because it won't be better next time that he is so angry, Shiler thought. If most people are rotten mud that can't support the wall, he wouldn't be entangled either, but most people are attitude problems.

Many people are not without level, and even the content written is not bad, but either they spelled the words wrong, or they quoted wrong, all of which are mistakes that wouldn't be made if they were serious. One mouse dropping spoiled a pot of soup.

However, this was the first time someone came to comfort him. Most people who saw him angry would run as fast as they could and as far as they could, which also made his mood calm down a lot.

"Go visit the school, I still have to hold a group meeting for graduate students." Shiler said, and added a sentence in his heart, "And go to get even angrier."

The subsequent group meeting was indeed not very smooth. Some people hadn't moved a word of their papers for a week, almost exactly the same as when they were modified last time. Some people wrote poorly originally and got worse and worse as they modified. Some people wrote well originally, but had a whim and changed the direction, writing in a mess.

The two-hour group meeting was held until the end, and Shiler could hardly speak. He could only wave his hand and let them roll away quickly.

If it weren't for the fact that taking more graduate students could get more subsidies, Shiler really didn't want to bring so many people. But since the subsidies were already in hand, he still had to be conscientious. Even if the rotten wood couldn't be carved, he had to carve it forcibly.

Returning to the office, Shiler, who was paralyzed in the chair, left for a while.

Not long after, the young people of the New Warriors team ran in full of vitality. Shiler asked and found out that they were visiting the science museum halfway and saw someone playing ball downstairs, so they ran to participate in the football training match.

Luo Bote's title is "Speedball." Even without superpowers, he is handy when playing football. Night Thrasher is well-trained, Squirrel Girl is a comedy character, and can play anything. Helen is even more copper-headed and iron-boned. Several people won a big victory and were very happy.

Shiler eased in the office for a while and felt a little better. He went downstairs to get the car, and the group rushed to Wei En Manor.

On the way to Wei En Manor, Helen had been holding a small blue thing in her hand. Shiler originally thought it was her toy, but after looking at it for a few times, he found that it was a bit like Victor's dense ice.

"Is this the portable cooling device Victor mentioned? Do you feel cool?" Shiler turned his head and asked.

Helen shook her head and said: "This thing doesn't feel that cold when touched, but it does make my arm feel a bit cool. However, it is said that if it is made bigger, it won't be portable enough. But if it is this small, it can only maintain the range of an arm."

Shiler took that small ice cube from her hand and found that it was indeed as Helen said. The range only maintained to the forearm. It could be slightly cooler near the head, but it was useless against the current high temperature.

If it could really be tested successfully, it could make some money, but it wouldn't have much effect on solving Cat Getan's current climate problem.

It might be because things that can take effect on a large scale, Victor also has no money to experiment now. Speaking of which, a penny stumps a hero.

Arriving at Wei En Manor, before even entering the door, they smelled a strange fragrance. Helen couldn't help it immediately, put down her lady's demeanor, and rushed into the manor.

"What is so fragrant?!" She asked.

Dick saw a little girl running over. He blocked Helen like muscle memory, but didn't get knocked over by Helen. After looking closely, he found it wasn't Aisha.

"Dick!" Helen shouted at him and then said: "What did Grandpa Alfred make? Why is it so fragrant?"

"Local specialties brought back from your universe. Haven't you eaten them?"

Helen shook her head, immediately ran into the kitchen, and found that Alfred was frying meat steaks. They looked very ordinary, but for some reason, they were just very fragrant.

Shiler walked over. Jason greeted him. He didn't look like he had changed, but Tim's face was a bit pale and he looked a bit spiritless.

"What's wrong with you?" Shiler looked at him and asked.

"Tim was injured a bit and hasn't fully recovered yet." Jason said: "To be precise, he almost died and is still recuperating."

Shiler frowned slightly. He came to sit opposite Tim and asked: "What's going on? How could you be seriously injured?"

Although Shiler didn't have as much contact with Tim as he did with Jason, he could be considered to have watched him grow up. He knew very well that this boy was the most shrewd among the Robins, and Dick and Jason also protected him very well. How could it be his turn to be injured?

Tim opened his mouth. Shiler found that he was a bit hard to speak, so he didn't ask anymore, but said: "You brought back specialties? Where are they?"

"Alfred is already making them." Jason said: "I think you can eat more, Professor, the taste is not bad."

"Is it food?" Shiler was a bit surprised. The food culture of the two universes was about the same. Could there be any food that wasn't here?

"Eat some meat, and mushrooms." Jason continued: "The meat is dragon meat. I don't know exactly what dragon it is. The mushrooms seem to have been grown on the body of some immortal. I heard it can strengthen mental power."

In Shiler's ears, Jason was completely talking nonsense, but it was also very consistent with the strange style over there.

After Jason left, Shiler sat next to Tim, poured him a cup of hot water and said: "Are you okay? Didn't you go to the hospital to see?"

Tim yawned and said: "Actually, my injury is almost healed, it's just that I haven't slept for a few days."

"A few days?"

"Three days... uh, four days? Anyway, no more than five days."

Shiler saw that he had been fiddling with the tablet computer, so he said: "Is all the work of Wei En Group being handled by you? Should I send someone to help you?"

"No need." Tim refused flatly, and then realized that he would feel a bit stiff, and added: "Uh, just some ordinary human resources adjustments, it's not a big problem."

Shiler saw that he was hiding something, but didn't ask much. After all, it was Wei En Group's internal affairs, and he didn't have any need to get to the bottom of it.

The meal was ready soon. Just as Shiler expected, Alfred made a table full of dishes. Although it was Western food, it was also varied in taste, color, fragrance, and taste, and it looked appetizing. Even Shiler had to admit that Alfred might be the British person who could cook the best.

One of the main dishes caught Shiler's attention. The color of the meat was darker, and there were some thick fat patterns on it. It didn't look like ordinary beef, nor was it moose meat, but should be part of some behemoth.

Shiler cut a small piece. The moment it was sent into his mouth, he felt that he was also about to become a fire-breathing dragon.

He coughed violently a few times. Alfred said somewhat apologetically: "Sir, I didn't put chili, the meat itself is spicy, but I still suggest you eat more, this thing is good for the body."

Shiler poured a few large mouthfuls of water. He wasn't completely unable to eat spicy food, just that the meat was a bit too spicy.

Jason laughed on the side and said: "We were also choked by the spiciness when we first ate it, but eating a little more will be fine. This meat can enhance human muscle strength. If you finish the piece in front of you, you will be about the same as a strong man who can drag a truck."

Shiler sighed and said: "I have no interest in dragging trucks."

"You definitely don't want to be knocked flying by a truck." Tim said while eating: "I also can't eat spicy food, but you don't want to know how I was injured."

"I can imagine." Shiler said. He knew Tim very well. This kind of overly clever kid must have been hit when joining the fun.

The other few people ate very happily, especially Helen. She ate the piece on her plate in three or two bites, and looked at the ones on others' plates. If it weren't for wanting to leave a good impression on the old butler, no piece of meat on the table could escape her clutches.

Alfred clearly liked children who could eat, and served another large piece of meat to Helen. Helen hugged the old butler and kissed him. Shiler was afraid that Alfred would be so happy that he would have a heart attack.

Aisha sat next to Shiler. This time she didn't gnaw on the plate, but looked worried. Shiler asked her: "What's wrong, Aisha?"

"I haven't seen Selina for a long time." Aisha sighed and said: "I know she is very busy working, but I miss her a bit."

"What is Selina busy with recently?" Shiler asked Dick.

"She is busy making money." Dick said: "Participating in commercial performances all over the world, and will join the group next month."

"Is she very short of money?"

"Who is not short of money now?" Jason took the conversation and said: "Her good friend Maggie is in poor health and was hospitalized a few months ago. Unfortunately, she has no insurance and has always been supported by Selina for her hospitalization expenses."

"Why are there so many people with physical problems recently?" Shiler frowned and said: "Cobblepot's mother's lungs also have problems. She has been receiving treatment and recuperation, but there is no big progress. The doctor advised her to have a thoracotomy biopsy, and Cobblepot is still considering it."

"I think it might be because of climate change." Tim, who was fiddling with the tablet while eating, could also talk and said: "Cat Getan in the past indeed had many problems, but the locals here have lived here for decades and have long adapted to such weather. Suddenly changing, even if it is a good change, some people will be unacclimatized."

Shiler actually thought of this point too, but this is indeed very absurd. Cat Getan was full of chemical and water pollution before, and everyone lived well. Now there is no pollution, but instead, they are unacclimatized.

However, he also knew that Selina's friend Maggie had always been in poor health. She didn't go out much in a wheelchair before and could only do some handicraft goods to set up a stall.

Cobblepot's mother's spirit was not good before, and her body was not much better. In the past few years, she has aged again. People who were originally in poor health experienced climate change, and naturally, various problems would arise. This is exactly what it means that hemp rope picks the thin place to break.