The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1251 The Farm of Justice (Forty)

"Okay, that's the end of today's class. You can pack your things while listening to me talk about the writing of the two small papers that were collected last week."

"I am very happy that everyone handed in their homework within the stipulated time, and everyone wrote enough words, and no plagiarism or reference was found. The students whose names I read gave extra praise, because Your handwriting is very neat, Allen, Palanis, Johnson..."

Schiller flipped through the papers in his hand page by page, but he didn't comment much on the content, because the two papers last week were actually just classroom summaries, which didn't involve too much professional theoretical knowledge, just expressing his own opinions.

In this kind of paper, most professors will allow students to speak freely, as long as they don't deviate too much, they can be counted as qualified.

After last week's homework commentary, Schiller started to leave the homework for this class again. He put one hand on the podium, flipped through the textbook on the podium with his fingers and said: "The analysis of the application case is over. Starting from the next class, we will strengthen theoretical knowledge."

"Thankfully you won't start class with a dead body on the screen anymore, but learning the theory requires more focus."

"In terms of class assignments, free discussion and expressing opinions will be reduced. You need to recite more. Later, I will send out the teaching plan for tomorrow's lecture. You have to preview the content of the first half, starting tomorrow , I will ask people to ask questions during class..."

The students in the seats were all bowing their heads to record homework requirements. After Schiller handed out the lesson plan, he began to highlight the key points for them. After the class was over, the students packed up their things and went out. Schiller was also packing up the books on the podium. At this time Barry came over and said, "Professor, is the theoretical class starting tomorrow? Is it a little too soon?"

"Do you think the pace of teaching is a bit fast?" Schiller looked at him and asked, his hands pausing to pack things, and then he said: "I know that the students here will not become psychologists, they study psychology more The purpose is to cooperate with criminal investigation technology, so it pays more attention to application.”

"So, I hope to give a few more application scenarios to tell them how psychology is applied in the FBI's case handling process. This part of the class has been delayed for a long time."

"The time they study here is limited, so I have to speed up the teaching progress and enter the theoretical part as soon as possible, so that after they have mastered part of the theoretical knowledge, they can then conduct case analysis and repeat this process to strengthen their application. Ability."

"Of course, this may indeed cause them to have little time to consolidate the knowledge they have learned before. Do you think this is too fast? Perhaps, I can give them another class time to write a staged summary paper."

"No, no, that's not what I mean." Barry said after listening to all of Schiller's teaching ideas, "What I mean is, did you have time to prepare the lesson? I wanted to ask you during the case analysis before. Where did you find so many weird cases that fit the subject? This is not something in textbooks."

Schiller looked down and flipped through the documents in his hand and said, "It's nothing difficult, just look through the case library provided by the FBI."

"Moreover, a case that has never appeared in a psychology class has to rewrite the teaching plan from beginning to end. There is no previous experience to learn from. Five or six brand new cases must be combined with the application scenarios of psychology. Are you How did you finish writing it?"

"The lesson plans are not difficult, they all have fixed routines, and the psychological analysis is not as difficult as you imagined."

"But when I went out for a night run at 3 o'clock in the morning yesterday, I saw you writing lesson plans in the office."

Just as Schiller was about to open his mouth, Barry interrupted him and said, "I am also a criminal investigation technician. I have worked in police stations, courts, and physical evidence technology centers. I know how difficult it is to write an analysis report for each case. You should have Haven't slept much in over a week, have you?"

Schiller shook his head, stacked the books in his hand, tapped them lightly on the table to align them, and said to Barry: "Running at night in the early morning is a serious violation of teaching order. I will remember to deduct points for you at the end of the semester."

After finishing speaking, Schiller walked out of the classroom with the materials and documents. Barry turned his head to look at his back, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

On the streets of Seaside City in the afternoon, the asphalt road was scorched by the sun and gave off a pungent smell. A slightly immature hand reached into the glass window and handed out a roll of dollars, and then said: "Two Ice cream, one with chocolate and vanilla, the other with strawberry and vanilla."

"I don't want strawberries." Another little head stuck out and said, "I want to try this, what flavor is this?"

The owner of the ice cream truck looked at the two children lying in front of the window, showed a bright smile and said, "This is a local caviar flavor. If you are not allergic to seafood, you must try this."

"Then have one, this one has caviar and vanilla flavor..."

"Oh my god, caviar! Harley! Are you crazy? How can ice cream taste like caviar? Ugh!"

"Shut up, Jason, you can't say anything good with your stinky mouth! Anyway, I spend the money, so you don't care what flavor I want to eat?...Oh, yes, boss, let's have a separate vanilla flavor Give it to Krypton."

Soon, the store owner handed over three ice creams, Harry stretched out his hands to take two, Jason took his own one, removed the paper that wrapped the cone, and took a bite of the top one. A scoop of ice cream, let out a sigh of satisfaction, and then said: "I said I was a treat, but you insisted that you are rich."

"I'm not a poor kid like you who wanders the streets." Harry rolled his eyes, took a bite of the ice cream, then patted the little Krypton beside him on the head and said, "Come on, let's sit there and eat. "

"Tell me, why did Professor Schiller ask us to wait for him here?" Jason looked around the surrounding environment, and said with some doubts.

This is the square of the park in the rich area of ​​Haibin City. Because it is the tourist season, many tourists take their children to play in the water next to the fountain. The colorful ice cream trucks and the snack stalls with striped roofs are connected in a line. Under, bright colors flashed.

"Who knows." Harry, who was sitting on the bench, shook his legs and said, "Last night he came back in the early hours of the morning. After he came back, he started writing again and worked until the whole day. Maybe he plans to relax today? After all, he is not Are you here to treat mental illness?"

Jason nodded, thinking that what Harry said made sense, he stretched out a hand to block his eyes and looked into the distance. There are no tall buildings in this whole area, so the field of vision is very wide, and you can walk along the layers The spiers of stacked villas see the coastline, and the scenery is very good.

More importantly, the sun is very good today, and the bones of people exposed to the sun are soft, and there is a thin layer of sweat on the forehead. The first feeling of ice cream is cold and soft, and then it is fragrant and sweet. This is indeed a leisure time. Great place to relax.

Soon, a familiar car drove up to the side of the square. Jason and Harley jumped off the bench one after another, ran to the door and opened the door to sit on it. Schiller in the driver's seat held the steering wheel, and waited until Xiao Krypton jumped on it. As the co-pilot, he stepped on the accelerator and drove all the way forward.

"Professor, where are we going?" Jason asked.

"Take you to the dentist." Schiller said while turning the steering wheel: "You two, within this week, you must eat at least one marshmallow, one small cake, two ice creams, and countless mints a day. , have you really considered how your teeth feel?"

As soon as she heard about going to the dentist, Halle gasped. Before the little girl could speak, Schiller said directly, "Don't try to run away. Since your parents passed away, how long have you not seen the dentist?"

Harry's eyes started to move left and right, Jason looked at Harry in confusion, Harry said to him in a low voice, "Going to the dentist is the scariest thing in the world, you'll know later."

Soon, the car stopped in front of a clinic. Schiller led the two children out of the car, chatted with the reception staff at the door, and then entered the doctor's consulting room, introduced the basic situation, and then put the two children together. Sent for dental checkup.

Schiller stood at the door of the ward and confessed: "I hope that when I come back to see you, you will stay here obediently and don't make trouble for the doctor, let alone fight, okay?"

The two children nodded, and Schiller walked out. About two hours later, Halle and Jason boarded Schiller's car again, and Schiller handed them each a pair of glasses.

"You two's eye use time has exceeded the average eye time of children of this age group. Although it is a good thing to love reading, it is best not to make yourself highly myopic. I just went to the nearby ophthalmology clinic for consultation. After a while, the ophthalmologist thinks that you'd better wear protective glasses to protect your eyesight."

Jason and Harry looked at each other, Harry made a face, Jason frowned.

On the way back to the apartment where Schiller was renting, Schiller stopped by the restaurant to pack a meal. After returning to the apartment, he finished the meal as quickly as possible, and then sat on the sofa and coffee table to write a lesson plan.

Schiller looked at the notebook on the table with a serious face. He was thinking about whether to delete the group discussion part from this class, or change it with the content of the next class. At this time, he heard a slight collision sound , turning his head, he saw a cup of hot water in his hand.

"Here, professor." Jason handed over the cup and said, "You've been working for almost 4 hours, don't you really want to take a break?"

Schiller shook his head, picked up the water glass and blew on it, and then returned his gaze to the work in front of him. Jason wanted to speak, but he was afraid of disturbing Schiller, so he could only walk back with a frown.

At the bedroom door, Harry stopped Jason. She stuck her head out to look at Schiller in the living room, then looked at Jason again and said, "Isn't he going to stay overnight tonight?"

"It's hard to say." Jason shook his head and said, "Looking at it like this, it must be."

Harry gritted his teeth and said, "You know what? One of the most impressive funerals I've ever attended was the funeral of my dad's colleague. Do you know how he died?"

"How did you die?"

"He was exhausted." Harley said exaggeratedly: "Because he stayed up late to write the report, he suffered a heart attack and died suddenly. He worked for four or five days without sleep, so he died!"

Jason took a breath, then turned his head to look at Schiller on the sofa, and said with some hesitation, "Professor Schiller is not an ordinary person, so he shouldn't exhaust himself to death, right?"

At this time, in a dim room in Schiller's thinking hall, Schiller in a white coat folded his arms, looked at another Schiller in front of him and said!

"He has always been like this! It is called a high utilization rate of time. When controlling the body, the consumption rate of the body is twice that of mine!"

"Before, we didn't have gray fog, and he would restrain himself a little bit. Now it's all right, there is a symbiote that can repair his body anytime and anywhere, and he is even more unscrupulous. Before, he just stayed up at night and woke up in the morning, but now he just sleeps all day long. Don't sleep anymore!"

"However, the symbiote is not a panacea. We all know that after Eddie's body ages in the comics, the venom cannot completely repair it. We can only continue to use the symbiote factor to replace the aging cells, so that the arrogance will be worn out. Sooner or later One day, we'll have to do the same!"

"Calm down and speak slowly." Schiller, who was sitting opposite him, was wearing a dark blue suit and a wine-red tie, and took a sip of the red wine in his hand unhurriedly.

"The superego and he are in the same group, so he knows that he is biased towards arrogance! Arrogance is right in everything. I am obviously the one who cherishes my body the most. I have a healthy schedule, proper rest, regular exercise, and physical fitness, just because I am Greed, they unite to guard against me, is there any reason for this?!"

Schiller on the opposite side of Greed smiled and said: "It seems that you are wronged, otherwise you wouldn't come to me, don't worry, I have another guest today."

Greed was stunned for a moment, and at this moment, the door was knocked suddenly, the sound of "dong dong dong" seemed very regular, and Schiller at the table said in a deep voice, "Please come in."

Greed strode forward, grabbed the doorknob, and opened the door, behind which he saw Bruce Wayne.

Bruce was stunned when he saw greed, and Schiller at the table picked up the knife and fork, and said while cutting the food:

"I know what you do, but you came a step late, and someone has already sued."

(End of this chapter)