Chapter 3549: Edge of Tomorrow (6)

After having lunch with Harvey and Christine, Schiller briefly introduced Harley's matter to Harvey, but didn't rush him to make a decision, instead letting him consider it carefully for a few days before giving him an answer.

He had just returned to the office and sat down when Harley's call came.

"How was the talk with Lawyer Dent, Professor?"

"Not bad, I can see he is quite short of money recently, the probability of him agreeing is very high."

"Really? That's great!"

"However, it may take a few more days. You know he is a lawyer, this kind of person is extra cautious, and might go to check your asset background or something."

"How can this be? Alright. Then what about Cobblepot? Did Professor Fries say he agreed?"

"Something went wrong with the Cobblepot Group yesterday, the two of them didn't meet, it is estimated that they can only make an appointment for dinner tonight. You can ask him again tomorrow morning."

"God, what do they have to do!" Harley couldn't help complaining.

"Can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, Miss. Personnel issues are just one of the problems you have to solve. Have you decided on the organization's base? What name to give it? What way to contact and act usually?"

"Well, I'm waiting for everyone to be together to discuss it."

"There is nothing to discuss. You spent so much money, can we still overstep our authority?"

"Also, you are all mature and polite adults, unlike those mixed kids like Dick... let me think about it."

"Don't rush, the base is very important. You can also ask Waylon if he has any recommended decoration teams."

Hanging up the phone, Schiller continued to look at emails. After reading two papers, he felt a headache, returned to the rest area and slept for a while. When he woke up, he was called by Victor's phone.

"Are you awake? There is a big circus at Cat Getan Theater tonight, Sivan gave me two tickets, are you going?"

"Nora... oh, she is allergic to animal hair. Let's go."

Schiller just wanted to go out when he found that it was raining outside. Since the dark clouds dispersed, the rain in Cat Getan had become less, but it was still rainy in this season. He took an umbrella and went out.

Victor's car was parked a bit far, fortunately, the rain was not heavy. Schiller walked a few hundred meters, then put away the umbrella and got in the car.

"Grayson Troupe's big circus is very famous. There are quite a few tourists from other places who ran over to watch it. But also, you can't see gophers as big as wild boars in other places."

"Was that seagull on the dock caught by them? Why haven't I seen it for a few days?"

"It seems it was caught before, but that thing is particularly difficult to tame, and it will poop everywhere. Can you imagine how big a poop such a big seagull will pull?"

"Can you stop talking? I haven't eaten yet..."

The two came to the theater all the way. It was only when they arrived that Schiller remembered: "Aren't you going to have dinner with Cobblepot tonight?"

"That would be nine o'clock, completely in time."

Facts proved that he was still a bit too optimistic. Coincidentally, during the performance of the big circus tonight, a large group of parrots lost control and rushed toward the audience frantically. Just catching them took two or three hours, and it was almost 10 o'clock when it ended.

Standing at the entrance of the theater, Schiller sighed, took off a feather stuck to the collar of his suit, and looked at Victor who was changing the magazine for the freeze gun.

It can only be said that it is fortunate that Victor came, without his freeze gun, I am afraid that catching this group of parrots would not be finished until tomorrow morning.

"Oswald? Yes, encountered some trouble... no, nothing. Forget it. Let's meet at noon tomorrow."

Hanging up the phone, Victor sent Schiller back to school first, and then drove home by himself. Before leaving, he said: "Because of treatment, Billy's courses have fallen behind a lot, I have to go home to tutor him."

Schiller waved his hand and watched the car lights disappear into the dark street.

He sighed, yawned, and prepared to go back to rest.

Because he was thinking about going to watch the football team's training match tomorrow morning, Schiller went to bed early tonight.

Facts proved that this decision was very foresighted, because he was called up by Victor's phone again at two o'clock in the morning.

"Come and save me!" Victor's slightly collapsed voice appeared on the other end of the phone, "You go to grammar school, right? Come over quickly! I'm really going crazy, Schill!"

"Don't call me 'Schill'," Schiller sat up from the bed slightly sleepy, took off his nightcap, and used his hand to tidy up his hair.

"No matter what! Come over quickly!!!!"

At 2:30 in the morning, a car stopped at the entrance of the Fries house. When getting off the car, Schiller tightened his trench coat, looked at the brightly lit big villa in the yard, and sighed deeply.

Victor was waiting for him at the porch, wearing only the simplest pure-colored knitted sweater, his hair was messier than the fluff on the sweater, and from the shape, it could be seen that it was mostly grabbed by himself.

"Either help me tutor homework, or teach me some child psychology. Schiller, quick!"

Schiller rolled his eyes slightly, followed Victor to Billy's bedroom. Billy was sitting on the carpet, a textbook was spread out in front of him, and there was a picture book next to it.

"You teach him first, I still have to do the manual homework." Victor scratched his head, rushed out of the door, stood in the stairwell and shouted: "Nora! Where is the white latex that wasn't used up when sticking the stool before?!"

Schiller leaned against the wall and sat on the carpet, took Billy's textbook and looked at it, and found that although this was a public school textbook, the knowledge was quite difficult, and the level was about the same as the grammar class of the private school.

"Come on, Billy. Look at this word, what is this? This is 'tire', is tire countable?"

Facts proved that tutoring children's homework has nothing to do with the parent's academic qualifications, has nothing to do with the parent's profession, and has nothing to do with the stability of personality, the expression of emotions, or recent emotional changes.

It's mainly about who comes and who goes crazy.

Billy had never studied well at all, and didn't cultivate a good study habit from childhood, the performance was that he couldn't concentrate, and it was good if he could listen for one or two minutes within ten minutes.

And his comprehension ability also had problems, not to say that his IQ had problems, but because he hadn't undergone systematic education, his brain didn't turn to that logical thinking aspect, and always flew wildly.

For example, seeing numbers doesn't calculate, but instead thinks that the number "2" looks like a swan, and the number "8" looks like two eggs. Divergent thinking outweighed logical thinking, leading to not understanding the topic.

Under such circumstances, even if Victor and Nora were both experienced teachers, they could be driven crazy.

And they called Schiller over, not because they felt Schiller could have a way for this situation, but because they knew Schiller wouldn't get angry—because the mental patients he faced every day were much more outrageous than this.

Schiller really didn't get angry. If he couldn't concentrate, he would explain it a few more times; if he couldn't understand the topic, he would look at it a few more times.

Just like this, he finished half of it, Schiller felt it was about the same, so he finished the rest.

This was also one of the reasons why Victor called him over: Victor hadn't systematically studied grammar, and there were too many mistakes, the teacher might think he didn't tutor seriously.

It was hard to finish, and the sky was almost bright. Billy had long since fallen asleep. When Schiller went downstairs, Victor was carrying the manual homework he had done for most of the night and walking up.

Schiller patted Victor on the shoulder, a small action expressing infinite sympathy.

It's also quite good to be a mental patient, at least there is never a legal opportunity to raise children. Thinking of this, Schiller couldn't help laughing out loud.

Very unsurprisingly, after sending Billy and his homework and manual homework to school, Victor, who had stayed up all night, fell asleep, successfully missing lunch with Cobblepot again.

The two of them were originally scheduled to be at the faculty restaurant. Victor slept until the afternoon, Cobblepot didn't wait for anyone and came to Schiller's office.

Schiller roughly guessed what was going on, so he said: "Actually, it's nothing big. Harley had a whim and wanted to form a villain organization, offering a high price of 500,000 annual salary per person. Victor asked if you want to participate."

"Villain organization?" Cobblepot couldn't help frowning and said, "Do I look like a villain?"

Schiller really looked at him seriously, and then found that Cobblepot in this universe really didn't look like a villain.

On the one hand, he is relatively thin, thin people are relatively spirited, and he also maintains the habit of fitness. Although because of lack of nutrition in childhood, he didn't grow very tall, but the body proportion is still good.

On the other hand, clothes make the man, Cobblepot pays special attention to appearance after his business started, and he is well-maintained in all aspects, revealing a reliable temperament from the inside out, which really doesn't look very evil.

So Schiller had to say: "Harley's selection criteria is: your counterpart is a villain in other universes, you can join. In other universes, Cobblepot is the famous Penguin."

"And then after so much effort, only became a mayor?" Cobblepot was quite disdainful.

"That's not important, the key is to see if you want to earn this money."

"What is this organization mainly doing?"

"To be honest, I don't know, but since it's a villain organization, I guess it's to be against the Justice League."

"Then where is the Justice League?"

"Good question," Schiller looked at the paper thesis on his hand and said, "Although they are off work now, there is always a day to go to work. Let's talk about it then."

Cobblepot touched his cheek and said: "I don't have anything else to do, when the candidates are determined, adding my name is fine."

"Alright, I will tell Harley." Schiller nodded and said.

After Cobblepot left, Harley called again.

"Something happened on Billy's side, Victor just freed up his hand. However, he has already contacted Cobblepot, it is estimated that there will be results tomorrow."

"What about Harvey?"

"He is still checking the federal association regulations, saying he will give me results tomorrow."

"Alright, alright, alright." Harley's voice revealed helplessness.

She hung up the phone and dialed Pam's phone again.

"I thought of what name this organization should be called!"

"What is it?"

" 'Tomorrow League'!"

"Why?"

Harley said fiercely:

"Because no matter who you ask 'when exactly can there be results', their answer is definitely 'tomorrow'!"

?? Laugh to death, don't work at all

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