The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Schiller flipped his hand on the armrest of the sofa, opened his mouth hesitantly, looked at Victor, and asked very tactfully: Is your graduate student writing a thesis as the first class?

Oh, of course not. Victor replied briskly: When I met them for the first time, I just wanted to let them get acquainted with the campus environment, show them around the laboratory, and tell them some precautions. You know, this is what the first lesson should do.

However, my students said that they have memorized these things fluently, and they can just start the project. Victor shook his head helplessly and said: Working with a group of geniuses is like this, and being a group of talented teachers , the pressure is even greater.”

Before launching the formal subjects, I arranged mock subjects for them to see their level, so we had our first group meeting before.

Captain Cold performed very well, not beyond my expectations. I had expected his level. I was a little surprised by Pamela's performance. After all, she came here as a professional, but the results were not bad. .”

The thing that shocked me the most was Bruce. He is also interdisciplinary, but he does better than anyone else. He not only completes the project well, but also innovates. His thesis is also very well written. Although It is just a simulated subject and a virtual experiment, but the data and inferences are very rigorous.

Schiller frowned at Victor and said, Are you sure, you're talking about Bruce Wayne??

Victor looked at Schiller quite puzzled and said, To be honest, every time you worry about Bruce's thesis in the office, it makes me lower my expectations of him, but I didn't expect that he How could you give me such a surprise!

Victor concluded, It's possible that your requirements are too high.

Schiller looked at Victor with disbelief, and said, As long as you have read his masterpieces on psychology, you will know how ridiculous what you just said...

That may be because he chose the wrong major. Victor shrugged and said, When I was in college, I almost wanted to go to medical school, but when I was endorsing, I felt very painful, so I was still determined I chose the path of cryogenics.

Maybe it's the same with Bruce. Victor nodded and said, I can understand him. If a person doesn't like a subject, writing a thesis is indeed a very painful thing.

Schiller tilted his head, pursed his lips again, and asked, What about the format? What about punctuation marks?

No problem at all. Victor replied: Even if I use the most critical eyes to judge his format, I can't find anything wrong with it. He is the most rigorous wording among all the graduate students I have ever taught. .”

I think it's necessary for you to conduct a psychological examination. Schiller looked at Victor and said seriously, I suspect that you have some kind of hallucination.

Don't be like this, Schiller. Victor looked into Schiller's eyes and said, As teachers, we have to recognize the progress of the students, feel happy about it, and give encouragement.

The most worthwhile question is whether he is making progress, or whether he is waiting for others to order. Schiller said with a twist of his lips.

No, the most worthwhile question is, will the behavior of the students change because of the teacher's attitude? Victor broke some finger biscuits and said:

If the student knows that he will never get positive feedback from a certain teacher, maybe he will lack some motivation to work hard.

Schiller sighed and said, So, it's still my problem?

No, I think it's good to be strict, but I know I'm not a serious enough person. Victor poured himself a glass of wine, soaked the finger biscuits in it, took a bite, and said, Every one Teachers have their own unique teaching methods, and every student has their own favorite learning style.”

If the teacher adapts to the students, it is not enough discipline, but if the students are adapted to the teacher, it will not be able to teach students in accordance with their aptitude. Victor took a sip of wine, and then said: That's why teaching and educating people is the most important thing in this world. The most difficult thing.

After Victor left, Schiller sat there and frowned deeply.

After a while, he patted the armrest of the chair with both hands, and said, Well, this at least means that the treatment is very effective, and I can do it too. I can temporarily get rid of this trouble.

Schiller got up from his chair, and just as he was about to go back to his desk, Mrs. Miller rushed in again, looking at Schiller with a small note in her hand, and said, Professor! Your prescription separator is here again. Wrong! Do you want me to help you paste it on the wall in the lobby downstairs?

No need! Schiller stood on the spot and rubbed the center of her brows. Mrs. Miller showed a smirk and said, But I have to praise you, this time the names of the medicines are all written correctly, so I'll post them for you. It's a rare improvement.

Don't say that, Mrs. Miller, I just recently returned to work as a doctor, and there is always a process of adaptation. Schiller shrugged slightly and said, Recently, I don't have any classes, so I can adapt well.

Mrs. Miller snorted and went out. Schiller went back to the chair behind the desk and sat down. He unbuttoned his suit and looked up at the ceiling. Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he stood up again and went to Next to the phone, start dialing.

Hey, check for me. Is there a patient named Jonathan Klein admitted to the hospital recently?

Yes, is it? Well, which room is he in? ... Well, I see, tell Brand not to go round, I will go for him.

After hanging up the phone, Schiller went to the front of the glass screen wall and tidied his clothes. When he arrived at the room where Jonathan the Scarecrow was, Jonathan was holding his coat with a look of disgust and dusting off the clothes on it. dust.

Sorry, the hospital is still being renovated, so there is a lot of dust. Schiller pushed open the door and said, You can ask the nurse to sprinkle some water.

Jonathan stood on the spot, looked Schiller up and down, and said, I guess...you should have defeated Batman just now, and you want to come to me to find some sense of presence? Don't you have anything else to do?

I'm a doctor, and I'm here for rounds. Judging from your words, your condition hasn't improved at all. Do you need to increase your dose? Schiller raised his eyebrows coldly.

But Jonathan ignored him completely, but said: Stop playing the trick of playing doctor and patient, you and I both know that we are the same kind of people, do you think taking medicine can cure your disease? If not, It can't cure me either.

Jonathan shook his coat vigorously again and said: We are all cold-blooded natural killers, oh, I was wrong, you are the most cold-blooded among us... You should be lucky, Batman doesn't read newspapers.

Schiller didn't care about his indifferent attitude, smiled, walked to the chair by the window and sat down, put his legs on the other leg, put his hands on his knees, and said: How do you know, he doesn't read newspaper?

He does read newspapers, but he can't read newspapers. Jonathan carefully folded his coat on the hospital bed and said indifferently.

Back then, we were both teaching at Gotham University and had seen Batman. I chose to leave, but you chose to stay, not because your level is higher than mine, but because you are crazier than me.

You are as crazy as Batman. Jonathan put the folded clothes into the closet, sat on the edge of the bed, with his back to Schiller, and started tidying up the shoe cabinet again. He continued: It seems that now, You defeated Batman again, congratulations, you have successfully become the craziest lunatic in Gotham, and possibly the craziest in the world.

The content of what Jonathan said sounded like good words, but the tone revealed a strong sense of sarcasm, but Schiller put one hand on the table, leaned forward, approached Jonathan and said, You are also watching Outraged that you don't understand newspapers?

Jonathan stood up, turned around and spread his hands towards Schiller, his facial muscles twitched constantly, and he said, You crazy people! You abandoned me! You even asked me, do you feel angry?!

Schiller smiled at him, and then said: We have not abandoned you. A doctor will never abandon his patients. However, academic achievements have not been published. You can't rely on academia to know your knowledge by telepathy. News?

But it's not fair at all! Jonathan exclaimed, Why is there only Batman in Gotham? This makes it harder for all the serial killers here to achieve results than others!

But Batman didn't stop you from leaving. Schiller still looked at Jonathan with a smile and said, I will issue you a discharge certificate now, you can go to Metropolis or Star City, no one will stop you your.

After speaking, his eyes gradually turned cold again, looking at Jonathan and said, You are like a bad student who blames the difficulty of the questions if you can't answer them.

Jonathan snorted, but didn't continue to answer. Instead, he put his hands on his knees and sat on the edge of the bed, sulking.

But Schiller came over, stood beside him, patted him on the shoulder and said, Don't be angry, otherwise, you can learn from Jack and set up your own club.

He's crazy! Jonathan shook his head and said, Tomorrow I will become a law-abiding citizen! Let you lose one of your kind from this world forever!...No! I will now go!

When Jonathan was talking, he kept shaking his head in one direction, and he seemed to be unable to control his movements at all.

His symptoms are somewhat similar to Schiller's but different, but there is no doubt that he is telling the truth, they are both born mentally ill, and there is no cure.

Okay, stop messing around.

Schiller lifted the hem of his suit, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and said, Don't you just want to know the new code? I can tell you secretly, but you must not tell anyone else, otherwise, we will both be dead. Get kicked out of academia.

Jonathan's eyes widened slowly. He turned his eyes to one side and looked at Schiller, but he didn't seem to want to look at him. Schiller kept his hands in his pockets, bent down, and said in Jonathan's ear In a word.

Jonathan immediately showed a joyful expression, and even his eyes gradually brightened. He looked up at Schiller, and Schiller stretched out a finger, put it next to his mouth, and made a silent expression.

As Schiller walked into the stairwell, he heard Jonathan open the door and yell to the nurse on duty, Order me a newspaper! Fastest for tomorrow morning! I can tip double, Oh no, it's triple, let those little bastards hurry up!

Schiller's footsteps paused, and in the darkness, he shouted loudly:

Say 'hello' and 'please'!

...Okay, hello! Please order me a newspaper!

In the darkness, a gleam of light flashed through Schiller's glasses, and then he slowly smiled, and walked downstairs quickly without stopping.