Chapter 3546: Edge of Tomorrow (3)

Cat Getan University. In the Faculty Activity Club.

Schiller slowly arranged the cards in front of him, took a glass of wine from the waiter, calculated Victor's points in his heart, and thought about the timing of flipping the cards.

The most popular poker game in Cat Getan is called "Dock Poker," which is a variant of Texas Hold'em and also a game of guessing points and comparing sizes. Because it originated from the porters at the dock, it is called Dock Poker.

The Faculty Club also often plays this kind of card game, but this group of highly educated intellectuals each has eight hundred hearts, so it's not just about luck to win, it's mainly psychological game.

Schiller is a psychology professor and is proficient in psychoanalysis, so logically he should be able to win easily, but his luck is really too bad, and no matter how much technique he has, he can't exert it.

Moreover, other professors are not vegetarians either, knowing that Schiller can analyze their psychology, each of them has acting skills comparable to Oscar winners, not only can expressions and actions be acted, but psychological emotions can also be acted. Combined with Schiller's terrible luck, he often loses more and wins less.

Watching Victor flip out a straight flush, Schiller let out a long sigh. He had touched pairs for three consecutive rounds, and they were not big pairs, each time he was a few points smaller than Victor. Today was another miserable defeat.

Schiller gathered the cards, threw them into the middle of the table, drank a mouthful of cold wine, and felt better.

The first floor of the club is divided into two areas, the right side of the entrance is for playing cards, and the left side is the rest area. Schiller and Victor stood up and walked toward the rest area one after another.

Just as they walked over, they heard some noisy sounds, and the professors sitting there seemed to be arguing about something.

Schiller and the others walked over, sat on the sofa by the window, and asked the waiter next to them for a towel to wipe their hands. Schiller prepared to close his eyes and rest for a while.

Unexpectedly, Victor suddenly touched his arm and signaled him to look toward the TV with his eyes.

Schiller glanced over and saw some people gathered on the sofa in front of the TV, discussing something in a low voice.

Schiller didn't pay much attention to listening, but he saw a green bald head appear on the TV screen, and vaguely seemed to hear syllables like "Brainiac."

Schiller sighed lightly, he had a premonition that the peaceful days he had just passed for two days were going to stay away from him again.

The phone vibrated twice, Schiller took out his phone from his pocket and saw a message sent to him by Harley:

"Professor, are you free? I have a part-time job here, do you want to do it?"

"What part-time job? Helping you collect rent?"

"The drink shop outside Cat Getan University, face-to-face. By the way, if Professor Fries is also there, call him too."

Putting down the phone, Schiller looked at Victor and said: "Harley said she wants to find a part-time job for both of us, are you interested?"

Victor's eyes lit up immediately. Schiller smiled and said: "It seems she saw that you are short of money recently."

Speaking of money, Victor sighed: "Only after raising a child do I know how expensive it is to raise a child. Just taking Billy to check his bone problems cost most of my and Nora's savings. The two projects I have on hand still have two months before settlement, and I am worrying about where to get some money to save the emergency."

"I can lend you some, but I don't have much either," Schiller shook his head and said, "Our new mayor's tax policy has both retro and advanced attributes. Most of my liquid funds have been invested in the store, and I haven't seen hope of breaking even yet."

"What kind of part-time job can Harley have? It won't be going to the headquarters of the Teen Titans to serve tea and water, right?" Victor said while getting up, "Then I'm quite willing, it's better than arguing with those project parties."

"Let's go and see," Schiller said, "There are not many part-time jobs that both of us can participate in, I hope it's not asking me to calculate accounts."

The two walked slowly toward the school. At this time, it was the blue hour when the sky had just darkened, the last bit of orange was smeared on the road, and when staring at it, the eyes suddenly changed focus, and everything looked intense.

Arriving at the entrance of the drink shop outside the school, after waiting for a few minutes, Harley got off a sports car and waved at them.

The drink shop had also reached closing time, and after the clerk left, Harley flipped the sign at the door and invited the two into the shop.

Schiller glanced at the sign on the counter, which seemed to be a newly launched flavor, and the grapes covered with water droplets drawn on it were mouth-watering, but when Harley asked him if he wanted a cup, his head shook faster than a rattle.

Schiller and Victor each had a cup of hot tea, Harley got herself a large cup of ice, took a big breath, let out a long breath, and then leaned against the back of the sofa.

"Have you watched the live broadcast on TV?" Harley asked, "That green-skinned guy is very majestic, he said he can fairly feed all of humanity, what do you think?"

Schiller didn't pay attention to Brainiac's live broadcast, but as soon as Harley said it, he could roughly guess what kind of trick this guy played.

Brainiac claims to have 12th-level intelligence and is the smartest existence in the universe, and compared to cosmic overlords like Darkseid, this guy prefers to show off his intelligence. If he can take wisdom, he won't resort to force in the first place.

It seems that he caught the weakness of the Great Depression on Earth and started drawing cakes for ordinary people.

"I didn't pay attention," Victor said, "I touched a straight flush in that round, I didn't care what they were talking about."

Harley was a bit helpless, her expression and eyes were as if saying "I'm really tired of you two old antiques."

She simply repeated what Brainiac said and did, and then looked at the two of them curiously and asked: "What do you think?"

"What do you mean?"

"It's this plan he said, using the ultimate artificial intelligence to distribute global materials and achieve true fairness."

"If he wasn't so smart, I could believe it a little," Schiller said, "But he is also an emotional intelligent life, how much better can he be than those rich people?"

"That's right," Victor deeply agreed, "He has his own feelings, so he has his own interest needs, and naturally he will have greed. Expecting him to dedicate himself selflessly to humanity is better than washing up and sleeping early, everything is in the dream."

"Do you think he can't do it?"

"Starting from his strength, of course he can do it, but he won't do it, because this has no benefit to him. It's a pity that not everyone can see this point," Schiller said.

"Alright, the Justice League is off work."

"What?"

"The official website of the Justice League just issued a notice, they solved the previous disaster, and now they are going on vacation, let us fend for ourselves."

"Not surprising," Schiller sighed, but still said.

"Don't you think they have no sense of responsibility?"

"They are just smart enough," Schiller smiled and said, "If they often malfunction, then no one will have high expectations for them, and if there are any omissions later, people will only think that the Justice League is like this."

"The official website is noisy," Harley also sighed, leaned her body back, bent her arms, and then moved her shoulders, "Some people think Brainiac makes sense, some people are so much richer than them, it's unfair. If Brainiac can stand up and preside over the situation, then letting him rule Earth is nothing."

"Some people think that non-my race, its heart must be different, this guy is full of nonsense, it's simply unbelievable, the Justice League should eliminate this hateful alien as soon as possible."

"Some people also think that perhaps the Justice League can cooperate with Brainiac, borrow his computing power, reorganize Earth's order, and give poor people more living space."

"Some people have already sent text messages to Brainiac, asking him what he thinks of a certain race, a certain group, a certain type of person, but currently it seems they haven't received an answer."

"Some people simply sent him a text message, saying that if he can eliminate a certain type of person, they will support him in ruling Earth. This naturally caused dissatisfaction among many people."

"People are angry but panicked, hoping that someone can stand up and preside over the situation, but the Justice League is really on vacation, not a single phone call can get through, even the consultation and complaint hotline of the Luthor Group can't get through."

"The ones who are anxious are not ordinary people," Schiller said unhurriedly, "According to what Brainiac said, anyway, the worst result is to keep the status quo. On the contrary, if Brainiac really did that, the poor would have a day to turn over."

"That's right, the ones who are most anxious now are Congress," Harley took a big sip of the drink and said, "They closed the text message channel and demanded that no one is allowed to send text messages to Brainiac."

Victor also couldn't help laughing: "This is a bit like accusing the fire department of trespassing."

"They only did this?" Schiller, although he had expected it, still marveled.

"Almost, but governments of many countries have done the same, some even completely blocked the news, ordinary people don't know anything at all."

"Is the part-time job you mentioned related to this?" Schiller asked.

Harley nodded, suddenly appearing a bit excited. She put her hands on the table, shaking the ice in the cup in her hand, making a "clatter" sound.

"Don't you think we should have an organization?"

"What?"

"It's an organization belonging to the bad guys! Every universe has one!" Harley patted the table and said, "Injustice League! Suicide Squad! Crime Syndicate! Super cool, okay?!"

Schiller couldn't help but roll his eyes slightly.

"First of all, I am not a bad guy," Schiller stretched out a finger and said, "Secondly, the Fighting World is for various universes to exchange development experience, not for you to take the dross."

Harley slowly stretched out five fingers.

"500,000 US dollars annual salary."

"These names are too ugly, let's take a new one."

?? She gave too much

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