Chapter 636: Is This a Professor at Gotham University? (Part 1)

Sitting on the Batwing, Arthur looked out through the small window beside him. As he looked, he discovered something wrong and asked: "Is the speed of this plane a bit too fast?"

"Have you sat on other planes?" Schiller asked.

"I haven't, but planes landing in Gotham will fly over the sea surface of Blüdhaven. I occasionally can see them. I feel that they definitely don't fly as fast as this."

"That's because my flying skills are good!" Hal shouted from the cockpit. Schiller shook his head and said: "Don't listen to him. The planes you saw were because they were about to land, so the speed was too slow. Planes flying normally are not that slow. This is normal speed."

Arthur nodded, half-understanding. Schiller stood up, walked to the refrigerator beside the passenger cabin, and prepared to find something to eat. That bowl of fish soup was indeed delicious, but because Schiller didn't like eating grilled fish and fish porridge, he didn't eat much for dinner, and now he was a bit hungry.

Arthur raised his head, turned his head back and forth to look at the interior of the plane, appearing somewhat curious, and said: "I am still sitting on a plane for the first time. Those classmates definitely wouldn't believe that I could fly to such a high place."

"And, isn't this plane too luxurious?" Arthur stood up slightly, then sat down, testing the sofa cushion under his butt, and said: "My home's sofa doesn't have such softness, and just now when I came in, did I see a bed?"

That's right, the entire passenger cabin of the Batwing looked like a private jet structure that had been concentrated into essence. Not only was the body smaller, but there were also sofas, tables and chairs, refrigerators, and beds.

Just then, Hal appeared in the passenger cabin. He stretched and said: "God, it's already dawn now. I should have been sleeping in bed... Forget it, I'll go to sleep first."

"Oh, there is a bed." Arthur pointed to the bed beside him. Suddenly, he looked at Hal in horror and said: "How are you here??? You are not the one flying the plane?!"

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Hal waved his hand disdainfully and said: "This plane can fly automatically. I just went to set a target point, and it will automatically fly to the vicinity of the destination. Just call the tower when landing."

Arthur was even more surprised, but Hal tightened his jacket coat, fell onto the bed, and soon made snoring sounds. It seemed he was indeed very sleepy.

As for why he was so sleepy, Schiller didn't need to guess to know that it was of course because of fighting with Clark.

Originally, Schiller thought that the relationship between Green Lantern and Superman would be very good, but in fact, they still had differences in views, and because they were relatively evenly matched, they often fought until they fought out of the solar system.

Although Green Lantern energy could be restored at any time, mental exhaustion couldn't be restored very quickly. Just a few hours before being caught by Schiller to fly the plane, Hal had just returned from Pluto, and he had only lost to Clark by half a move and zero nine punches.

Schiller opened the refrigerator and found that the inventory was really rich, and it was clear that it was put in by Alfred. This butler could be said to have filled his life skills. The refrigerator, which wasn't too big, used every bit of space to the extreme.

In the freezer, there were processed beef, salmon, tuna, and lamb chops. In the cold storage, there were all kinds of vegetables that could be used to make salads or sandwiches, as well as all kinds of delicious canned food. And it wasn't the kind on the market that added a lot of spices. It was clear that it was a special healthy canned food for the rich.

Corn kernels, cherry tomatoes, and beans were all very fresh. They should have been put in just today, and might even have been picked this morning. Butter, light cream, and cream cheese were also quite a lot, and more importantly, there was a large piece of cheddar cheese, and the appearance was very tempting.

It was already late at night, and Schiller decided to make something light. Thus, he made a vegetable salad with lettuce, kale, and tomatoes, pan-fried two pieces of salmon with olive oil, and made two thin beef slice sandwiches without cheese.

This plane also carried a mini kitchen. Although there was only one fixed pan and one cooking table, it was enough to make some simple dishes.

After serving the food, Arthur was even more surprised. He swallowed, and in the end, he couldn't resist the fragrance of the grilled beef, picked up a sandwich, and took a hard bite.

Schiller also took a bite of the sandwich, and then he sighed that the life of the rich was really good. The quality of this beef was a waste to cut into thin slices. Even if he cut the beef so thin, it was still fresh and juicy when he took a bite.

Arthur hadn't eaten such high-quality beef either. He ate the beef sandwich in a few bites, but when it came to the salmon, he couldn't bring himself to eat it. After one bite, he put down his fork. Schiller looked at him and asked: "What's wrong? You don't like eating fish very much?"

"The quality of this salmon is not good, or rather, it's not that the quality is not good, it's just not fresh enough. Is it cold-fresh?" Arthur asked.

Schiller nodded, and Arthur introduced: "I like eating fresh salmon, and I prefer eating raw salmon slices. I also don't match it with wasabi like them. I prefer to match it with the fisherman's spicy sauce unique to Blüdhaven. That will make your teeth fragrant."

"If there is a chance, I must taste it." Schiller took a bite of the pan-fried salmon. I don't know if it was psychological, but he felt that this salmon was really not that delicious.

After a while, Hal got up. It wasn't that he really woke up, but he was awakened by the fragrance of the food Schiller was frying and grilling. But by the time he woke up, both of them had already finished their late-night snack, and he could only find something to eat at the refrigerator, and began to cook.

"Speaking of handling seafood, you are all laymen." Hal said while operating at the cooking table: "Which is the most famous coastal city in the world? It's my hometown, Coast City. That is the best coastal tourist city in the world..."

"Nonsense, Blüdhaven is the best..." Arthur denied. However, his tone was a bit lacking in confidence because, in fact, what Hal said was true. Coast City could be said to be a high-configuration luxury version of Blüdhaven, which was much higher than a small coastal city like Blüdhaven.

That was a truly globalized tourist city, with food, scenery, and humanities all at the top level in the world, and also possessed the longest and purest coastline on the West Coast, and the city was also very large, with various supporting facilities very complete, and the pace of developing tourism was also at the forefront of the United States.

"I haven't returned to California for a long time." Hal said while cutting beef: "This name is already a bit strange to me. If you go to the West Coast, you will understand that it is completely different from the East Coast."

"There is no such fast pace of life there. Leisurely, romantic, and full of sentiment. Whether it is the beach or the desert, whether it is people or scenery, it is the best there."

"Is your hometown in California?" Arthur asked. He really didn't know that Coast City was in California. He also thought Coast City was an East Coast city.

"Of course, so I was a bit surprised when I heard that Schiller was going to California, but I have to say, you made the best decision. In my hometown, people always say that as long as you have more than 10 days of vacation, you must go to Coast City, otherwise it is a waste of your vacation time."

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When Hal talked about his hometown, he was always endless. It could be seen that he was even more attached to his hometown than Arthur. He said: "At that time, the economy of the West Coast was not developed enough. When people mentioned this place, they always only remembered Los Angeles."

"However, after the gold rush, people knew that besides Los Angeles, there was a city that was a pearl left on the West Coast line, and that was my hometown, Coast City. There is the most beautiful coastline, the most beautiful sunshine, palm trees, and beaches."

"The food there is definitely not inferior to Los Angeles. After we land, I must take you to the Tajin restaurant I like best. The sea bass feast there will make you eat until you swallow your own tongue..."

After speaking, Hal served the beef cubes and stewed bean soup he had just fried, then took two

"This way of eating is quite unique. Does it also come from Coast City?" Schiller asked.

"Pretty much, but I prefer to call it the pilot's combo. Pilots where I'm from all like to eat like this. It's mainly because diced beef, toast, and beans are easier to store, and the taste is pretty good. You should try some."

Schiller took a spoonful of the bean soup. The taste was indeed not bad, just a bit bland. However, considering that pilots really do need to control their diet and avoid excessive oil and salt, the flavor was actually quite decent.

After the three of them had eaten their fill, they began to doze off on the sofa. The night sky outside the plane was low and heavy, and the city lights blurred into a patch of orange-red in their sleepy vision, looking just like mixed paint splashed onto a deep blue starry backdrop.

When Schiller opened his eyes again, the city was already within reach outside the plane window. Hal had disappeared; Schiller leaned over and saw him in the cockpit operating the plane, which meant they were likely about to land.

Arthur was actually right; the Batwing was much faster than a regular passenger plane. In just this short while, Schiller could already see the tower's indicator lights. As soon as the plane touched down, Schiller began to applaud.

Hal walked out of the cockpit, looked at Schiller, and asked, "What are you clapping for? I didn't do anything..."

"I'm just thanking you for not doing anything."

Having said that, Schiller picked up his luggage and walked off the plane, followed by Arthur. Just as he stepped out of the plane's cabin door, Schiller felt a wave of heat hit his face. Although it was only April, Coast City was at a lower latitude, so it was already quite hot.

As soon as Schiller stepped off the plane, he heard the tower staff discussing: "Which rich guy is this, painting his private jet in such a ghostly way? I've seen them painted like tigers or lions, but I've never seen one painted like a bat..."

"Who knows? In this world, some people like tigers, some like lions, so it's not strange that someone likes bats, right?"

Schiller heard Hal behind him lower his voice and say, "No, that's definitely strange."

Schiller turned back and said, "It's not strange. What's strange is the person who disguises himself as a bat."

At this moment, Arthur, who was walking at the very back, sniffed and said:

"Let's go quickly. I can already smell the scent carried on the sea breeze."

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