Chapter 472: Is Schiller Sick? (Part 2)

While eating breakfast, Merkel watched Schiller's somewhat clumsy movements of folding the newspaper. He hesitated, but still said:

"Sir, do you want me to help you?"

Schiller didn't reply. While trying to make the newspaper stand up so he could see it, he was also trying to eat with a fork. But very soon, he discovered that doing both was still very difficult, far less convenient than looking at a mobile phone. So he sighed and threw the newspaper aside.

Sighing once more at the backwardness of 20th-century technology, Schiller began to focus on dealing with the food on his plate.

Re-toasted toast, paired with sausages, fried eggs, and stewed peas, plus a cup of hot milk at just the right temperature—without having to cook or wash dishes himself, Schiller leaned back against the chair, sighing at the corruption of aristocratic life.

But Merkel, who was intending to clear the plate, froze again. He lowered his head and looked at his watch again, discovering that Schiller had only spent 20 minutes on this meal, and now it wasn't even 7 o'clock.

There wasn't much left on the plate, just a small piece of bread crust that was a bit over-toasted, a little bit of stewed pea juice, the knife was thrown casually by his side, while the fork was resting on the plate, and the milk cup was placed in front of the plate...

Merkel thought, Schiller might really be sick.

Not to mention the eating process that completely lacked any sense of ritual or fixed procedure, nor the irregular leftovers, the knife and fork placed completely untidily could also be ignored. Just the milk cup placed in the middle but not completely in the center was enough to make the Schiller of the past irritable for a whole day.

If such a situation had occurred in the past, Merkel could only silently pray for the students attending class today.

The overly normal dining process made Merkel feel surprised. He was so busy being surprised that he had a belly full of words and no chance to say them.

Just as he was planning to find an opportunity to speak, Schiller stood up and said, "I'm going up to sleep for a while longer. Call me around 9:30. Thank you."

Merkel widened his eyes. He revealed a hesitant expression. Schiller looked at his expression and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Are you saying that you intend to go upstairs and sleep for a while after finishing your meal?"

"Uh, is that not allowed?" Schiller glanced at his watch and said, "Isn't my class at 10 o'clock? It's only 7 o'clock now. Why go so early?"

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"Hmm... alright. If you intend to do so, I will call you on time. Oh, wait! You just said 9:30, this..."

"Cat Getan University isn't far from here," Schiller said while walking upstairs. "Even if I ride a bicycle, I'll be there in half an hour."

Saying this, he returned to the bedroom, leaving behind Merkel, who was still feeling surprised.

When there were two minutes left until 10 o'clock, Schiller, sitting in the driver's seat, first looked forward at the endless line of traffic, then looked back at his own home, which was still within view and very clear. He sighed deeply, regretting his initiative to want to cover for DC Schiller.

At 10:10, in the classroom of Cat Getan University, it was packed. Most people were whispering, talking in low voices.

Just then, footsteps sounded from outside the door. Everyone immediately sat up straight, stopped talking, and the air in the entire classroom was like a block of frozen ice.

The footsteps gradually accelerated. At this time, the one who rushed into the classroom was Yin Wensi. As soon as he entered the classroom, he didn't even have time to look at the situation on the podium, and hurriedly said:

"I'm really sorry, Professor. It's the first day of traffic resumption, and it's really too jammed. I got up at 6 o'clock in the morning and left at 7 o'clock, but I only just arrived now. I'm really sorry..."

Discovering that no one responded to him, Yin Wensi remembered to look at the podium, and then he discovered that there was no one there.

He widened his eyes, full of confusion, and slowly walked to his seat to sit down. Then he saw Bruce, sitting in the seat next to him, also staring at the podium thoughtfully.

"What's going on? Bruce, where's the professor?"

Bruce slowly shook his head. Yin Wensi widened his eyes again. He looked around and discovered that the students' gazes were all falling on him. Thus, he could only stand up and say:

"Don't be anxious, everyone. I'll go find someone to call the professor."

About 20 minutes later, Schiller, who was still stuck in the manor area, saw a helicopter with the Wayne Group logo slowly landing on the lawn of a manor.

Bruce walked out from there. Schiller reached his hand out of the car window and waved at him.

Bruce walked up, looked at Schiller sitting in the driver's seat, and was speechless. He asked, "Why are you here?"

"Isn't this the question I should be asking you? Why did you come here? And driving a helicopter?"

"Yin Wensi called your manor, and your butler told him that you left an hour ago. Based on Cat Getan's traffic patterns, I guessed you should be stuck here."

"What exactly is wrong with you?" Bruce asked with great confusion.

"What's wrong with me?" Schiller was also very confused. He somewhat misunderstood Bruce's meaning. He waved his hand and said, "Alright, I just had bad luck and ran into a big traffic jam. Next time I'll try to be earlier. You go back and tell the students that this class is changed to self-study..."

Bruce walked around the car, opened the passenger door, sat in Schiller's passenger seat, and then turned his head, staring at him with narrowed eyes.

"Is there a problem?" Schiller also looked at him and asked.

But Bruce still stared at him, saying nothing. Thus, Schiller could only say, "Alright, you little bastards, free activity, is that okay?"

Bruce's eyes narrowed tighter and tighter, turning into a very typical expression of suspicion. When Schiller's peripheral vision caught this expression of his, he couldn't help but turn his head, look Bruce up and down, and say: "Don't tell me you still want me to go ask for leave from other teachers. That would be a bit too much, right?"

"What exactly is wrong with you? You look like this is not just your anxiety acting up, have you done a mental test recently?"

"My mental health is very healthy."

Schiller held the steering wheel with one hand and moved forward a bit with the traffic flow. He said: "Don't forget, you still have a bill to pay. If there's nothing else, hurry up and go manage your group and earn more money."

Bruce stared at Schiller for a long time. Seeing that he didn't reply, he could only push open the car door and walk down.

By the time he returned to the Cat Getan University classroom and told all the students the news that this class was changed to free activity, not a single person showed excitement. Everyone below was whispering.

"Oh no! If this class is free activity, the next class must be a big exam. The professor must be testing whether we can study independently. If we fail the exam..."

"Free activity? Damn free activity! How could that devil let us have free activity? This must be a trap!"

"We've been suspended for so long, and he's actually not testing us?? Bruce, did you get it wrong?"

"Stop talking, hurry to the library. Don't forget, that group of freshmen will also be fighting us for seats!"

"Hurry, hurry! Bruce, are you going? I'll help you save a seat..."

Upon hearing this question, Bruce really hesitated for a second, because he truly couldn't be sure if this was really Schiller's trap.

Although there wasn't much room for Bruce's grades to drop, if they were to hit a new low, and Schiller called Alfred, he wouldn't be able to go out night-patrolling anytime soon.

Hesitating for less than a second, he said:

"Help me save a seat, thanks."

By the time Schiller arrived at Cat Getan University, it was already lunchtime. After he walked into the office, everyone's gaze was focused on him. Anna, who taught advanced mathematics, was the first to walk over. She looked Schiller up and down and then said:

"Just now, your student Yin Wensi found me after the advanced math class and asked me to care about your mental state, because he heard from Bruce that class was at 10 o'clock, and you only left at 9:30."

"Of course, being late isn't anything fresh in Cat Getan, but because of a traffic jam? Is today your first day in Cat Getan?"

Schiller sighed and said, "Why do you all think that an average traffic jam time of three hours is a very normal thing?"

"An average traffic jam time of three hours is of course not normal, because the average traffic jam time before was five hours."

"A day only has 24 hours in total!" Schiller raised his voice and said.

"A day has a full 24 hours!" Anna also raised her voice and said.

Just then, Victor walked in. He was holding books and materials, seemingly having just finished class. Seeing Schiller sitting at the desk, he walked to Schiller's side, put down the things in his hand, and then knocked on the partition: "Let's go, eat."

He turned his head to Anna again: "Anna, don't be like that. Being late is normal, especially since they suddenly announced the resumption of traffic last night. Everyone has been stifled, and there will definitely be extra cars."

"Both Schiller and I are from out of town. It's normal not to be accustomed to your traffic situation here."

Next, he said to Schiller: "Don't mind this matter. It's just right to give your students a holiday. If you ask me, you've been pushing them a bit too hard before. Education cannot be rushed."

After saying this, Victor walked over and pulled Schiller to go to the restaurant to eat.

For Schiller, Victor could be called the friend he had the best relationship with in Cat Getan, and for Victor, Schiller was the same.

Because the two of them had a very good relationship, Victor was very clear about Schiller's eccentricities. Regarding his sudden choice to delay leaving and being late because of a traffic jam, Victor didn't care at all. What was this? Could it be more outrageous than the plan to freeze Cat Getan?

And this relaxed mood only lasted until he and Schiller were eating together.

Because he saw Schiller use a fork to stab a piece of broccoli and then send it into his mouth. ===== CHAPTER 473 =====