Chapter 4466

It still rains in Cat Getan in early winter. After a night of cold rain, the few remaining fallen leaves on the trees were all beaten to the ground. The asphalt road reflected cold water light, and the withered leaves and grass swirled into the sewer entrance along the fine water flow. After the sun came out, the dampness in the land rose, and the entire Cat Getan University was filled with the smell of mud.

In such weather, wearing too much will be stuffy, and wearing too little will be cold. Most of the students walking out of the dormitory were wearing coats and scarves. After walking into the drizzle, their shoulders were covered with fine and shiny water droplets, until they walked into the classroom and took off the damp outer clothes, revealing the shirts and suspenders inside.

Schiller, sitting in front of the podium, looked up and found that 80% of the students were wearing formal attire. Although they were reading with their heads down, the high-raised eyebrows and low-voiced conversations showed their uneasy mood at this moment.

The Christmas party is coming. This is the annual grand event of Cat Getan University; students will look for dance partners a month in advance, followed by endless rehearsals. They use all their spare time to spin in the club activity classroom, starting from when the first snow falls, until the evening bell of Christmas Eve rings.

The relationships established in these youthful and ignorant years are always difficult to last. Most of them are just relying on the explosion of hormones to chase and embrace wantonly, and then turn and leave with indifference or resentment when the heat fades. But even so, year after year, group after group of people, always repeating the same things.

Fine snow debris gradually drifted outside the towering floor-to-ceiling windows. Schiller stood in front of the blackboard, holding a manuscript in one hand and chalk in the other. Cat Getan University retains the tradition of blackboard writing and requires professors to have good blackboard writing skills, and there will be people specifically checking and filing, which will be included in the professor's evaluation.

This course of Basic Psychology requires exceptionally much blackboard writing, so Schiller often comes early to write most of the blackboard writing, leaving only a small part of the exercises to write when class starts.

He would stop to look at the manuscript every few strokes. In fact, these contents had long been memorized, but blackboard writing requires regular format, smooth writing, and pays special attention to details, so he didn't write fast.

Thanks to Brainiac, the students sitting below now have a good foundation for learning, at least no one will ask how to understand the simplest copperplate cursive writing anymore. Schiller wrote a long string of professional terms, and when he looked back, most people were copying notes, and the sound of rustling writing echoed in the classroom.

"In the cognitive psychology part, the problem of attention is the focus to be explored. In the last class, I introduced several solutions to the attention problem in the field of brain science. Next, we are going to explore the influence of our subjective cognition on the information processing methods input into the brain..."

"Please look at the blackboard. In this part, several subjective influences of perceptual information are listed..."

Schiller stood up straight and reached out to point at the blackboard. As soon as he stood up straight, he saw the classroom door pushed open a crack. The students in the back row also felt the cold air drill in and turned their heads to look one after another.

In the door crack, Victor's face was submerged in the shadows, only the lenses flashing with a faint light. Schiller put down his hand, nodded at Victor, flipped through the manuscript in his hand, and said: "You guys copy the key points first, I'll be back soon."

The students didn't say much either. Schiller walked through the seats, came to the door, and squeezed out from the door crack. The two stood in the shadows outside the classroom door, and Schiller looked at Victor and asked: "What's wrong?"

"My student is threatening suicide," Victor said, "The night before last, he forgot to turn off the power of the experimental equipment before leaving, causing the low-temperature maintainer to burn empty for a whole night. I scolded him a couple of times, and he was going to hang himself in the laboratory."

Schiller closed his eyes gently and said: "This is a good thing, right? At least in Cat Getan, it's like this."

"Yeah. He didn't blow up the laboratory directly. Cat Getan is really getting better. But you still have to go take a look, after all, if he really hangs himself in the laboratory, I have to accept an investigation."

"You wait a moment." Schiller pushed the door open again, stood at the back and said to the students: "Sorry, something happened in the Department of Low-Temperature Physics, you will know soon. This class ends here. Be careful on the road when practicing dancing. Class dismissed."

The students immediately whispered to each other. Some took out their phones to ask their classmates in the Department of Low-Temperature Physics what happened. But most people were very excited to call their dance partners, preparing to go to the activity classroom for a new round of spinning.

Schiller took his coat. In the gap of organizing his collar, Victor said: "We still have to focus on persuasion. After all, people with such fragile hearts are rare in Cat Getan."

"What do you think I will do?" Schiller asked him somewhat annoyed, "Scold him severely, and then let him hang himself in the classroom of the Psychology Department?"

"If you scolded him severely, then I have no doubt he would blow up the entire Cat Getan University." Victor shook his head and said, "Don't give him such an opportunity, okay?"

"Tell me specifically what happened." Schiller took his scarf and walked out, Victor followed behind him.

The newly built Cat Getan University is not completely modern style. Although it is a reinforced concrete school building, the exterior is made in a Gothic architectural style imitating stone. And because there is no shortage of land, there are hundreds of useless corridors in the whole school, which have become the best habitat for strong winds and heavy snow. You must close your mouth tightly when passing through, otherwise you will drink the northwest wind as dinner.

Both of them wrapped their clothes tightly, hands in their pockets, pursed their lips and walked through the corridor. Victor turned his body, while accepting the invasion of the strong wind, said: "A fragile little boy, controlled very strictly by his mother. After entering university, because he couldn't get along with his roommates, he has been living off-campus. He is always distracted when doing things, and had broken someone else's beaker before, and people in the laboratory don't like him much either."

"Did they isolate him?"

"No. In fact, there's no way to isolate him, because everyone is doing their own experiments, and there is no communication usually."

"Is he very sloppy?"

"Not really, his appearance looks quite neat."

"Not the meticulous kind?"

"Not really, barely passable. The cuffs and collars are relatively clean, but the shirts are not specially ironed. Naturally, they can't compare with Mr. Rodriguez."

"That's all in the past," Schiller said, "Merkel is working very well in the store, and doesn't seem to intend to be a butler anymore."

"But there is Brainiac again, right? I really don't know where you got the smart iron that can connect to Brainiac."

"I need to repeat these things because I am sick." Schiller said, "And the little boy you described looks very normal."

"So he's just a bit fragile, right?"

Schiller shook his head and said: "It's not because you scolded him."

"What?"

"He wants to commit suicide, obviously not because you blamed him. It's just that the reason is too shameful to speak, so he wants you to take this part of the responsibility."

"What the hell." After passing through the howling corridor, Victor turned around. Both of them walked up the spiral staircase together. Because the weather outside was bad, they didn't choose to take the shortcut, but planned to pass through the teaching building and go around to the experimental area.

But before entering the experimental building, they were blocked by Mrs. Ederson. "Chick has been taken to the reception room upstairs."

"Didn't I say let them wait in the laboratory?"

"Yes, but it's too cold there." Mrs. Ederson said, "Low temperature is not conducive to emotional recovery. He needs a warmer place to drink hot tea to deal with worse weather."

Victor pursed his lips; he heard the dissatisfaction in Mrs. Ederson's tone. Schiller touched his arm lightly and said: "Take us there, ma'am. The weather will improve."

Mrs. Ederson didn't say anything more. She took the tray and led the two upstairs. Walking into the reception room, there were several students here, Schiller basically didn't recognize any of them, only one had met once at the Cat Getan Police Station.

"Professor..."

"Professor, you're here."

"Sorry, he said he didn't want to wait there, so we..."

"It's fine," Victor said, "You guys go back to class first."

Mrs. Ederson opened her mouth to speak. Schiller opened his mouth and said: "I know you still have to rehearse for the Christmas party. Here, there are me and Mrs. Ederson. Go."

Victor had been staring at Chick sitting on the sofa. He saw that when Schiller mentioned the Christmas party, a trace of unnatural expression appeared on the shy boy's face.

"You should let them stay," Mrs. Ederson said, "He needs the company of his peers. You will scare him."

And that student who had met Schiller once had already taken the other students away. Mrs. Ederson wanted to stop them, but the students walked too fast, so that when the door closed, not even a wisp of wind was left.

Schiller took off his coat, handed it to Mrs. Ederson, nodded at her and said: "Thank you, ma'am."

Mrs. Ederson had no choice, so she put down the tray with hot coffee and helped him hang up the coat.

Schiller walked to the opposite side of Chick and sat down, looked him over, and said: "Not finding a dance partner is not a very shameful thing. Even if someone gave you a signal and then stood you up, it's his fault. You don't have to be so extreme."

Chick's whole face turned white. Victor hurriedly patted Schiller on the shoulder. Mrs. Ederson stood frozen on the spot. She looked at Chick and asked: "So you are..."

"I didn't!" He stood up shaking all over, "It's just because I made a small mistake, he scolded me in front of so many students..."

"Is the new candidate for the dance partner who stood you up also among them?" Schiller looked up at him and said, "They won't laugh at you because you were scolded by the professor a few times, but they will definitely laugh at you because you wanted to commit suicide by hanging yourself in the laboratory."

Victor gave Schiller another look. Chick seemed to have gone completely crazy: "I said it wasn't because..."

"Brainiac has all your mobile phone chat records." Schiller lowered his voice and said, "Whether you were dumped or not, he knows best. If you must accuse Professor Fries, when he accepts the investigation, he can request Brainiac to check your phone. Although it won't be disclosed to the public, if the investigation result is that there is no problem, everyone will know that you didn't commit suicide because of this matter. What it will be rumored to be, is hard to say."

Chick began to shake all over. Mrs. Ederson still couldn't bear it, she served a cup of hot coffee to him and said: "Don't be afraid, child. If there is anything, just say it. We can all help you."

"I just... I..." Chick's face turned from pale to flushed. He stared fixedly at Victor, as if he wanted to vent all his anger on him.

"You do have some problems," Schiller turned to look at Victor again, "Between a student and you, he actually feels you are the soft persimmon. You should reflect on whether your temper is too good usually."