"Hey, Jason, you're finally here!" The little slipper sat on his seat, waved to Jason, pointed to the seat next to him, and said, "Come on! I've got a good seat for you.
This is the front row, very close to the teacher, and you can see the drawings clearly!"
"Oh, okay, here I come." Jason was in a daze. He put down the burrito in his hand, and Little Slippery took it. As soon as he touched the burrito, he said, "Uh, why is it a little cold? But
It’s okay, you know, I don’t like to eat too hot food, but why did your breakfast take so long? It was almost an hour, right?”
"Well, I..." Jason said with some stumble, "I met a professor while having breakfast, that is Professor Schiller."
The little slipper showed a surprised expression and said, "He made things difficult for you? He won't freeze you into ice, right?"
Jason shook his head and said, "That's not true. I had a pleasant chat with him, um, but just before leaving, he suggested that I change my major."
The little slicker opened his eyes wide and said: "Don't you want to learn to repair cars? We have agreed to invent cars together..."
"Of course." Jason sat down, put his arm around Little Slippery's shoulders, and said to him, "I'm very loyal."
The little slipper took his hand off and said, "Come on, Jason, don't I understand you? In fact, you don't like repairing cars at all, right? I saw you secretly falling asleep in class yesterday
Already."
"Not really." Jason said with some embarrassment: "But, he said psychology can answer some of my questions, the weird questions I told you before..."
"Oh, are you talking about the rich and the poor, where does the money come from?" Little Slippery scratched his head and said, "I haven't studied psychology, so I don't know what it teaches specifically, but...
That professor won’t lie to you, right?”
"I think so too. Before, he told us that the courses here will make you more interested, and the result is indeed the case, and there is no need for him to lie to me."
"Then do you plan to go?" Little Slippery asked, "I don't want to stop you, but I think that subject may be difficult. Can you really understand it?"
Then, the little slipper looked around and lowered his voice and said, "I heard that Bruce Wayne will have to be rebuilt in his hands. You will definitely be scolded badly!"
Jason shuddered and said hesitantly: "That's true. If Bruce Wayne is really Batman, then he must be very powerful. If he can't graduate, can I really do it?"
"And, there is another question." The little slipper said very seriously: "Now, this major is not available in technical schools. Where are you going to transfer? Do you want to go to this college? But there are many foreign schools in this college.
Students, you don’t know them at all, maybe they will make things difficult for you..."
Jason's expression became even more hesitant. At this moment, the whole class heard two coughs coming from behind the seats. Everyone sat upright, not daring to whisper to each other anymore.
Schiller sat down, picked up his notebook for listening to the lecture, and before the teacher started speaking, he stood up, nodded at the two seats in the front row, and said: "You two sit separately, don't think I didn't see that you just
chatting."
The little slick head and Jason who were clicked both gritted their teeth and hurriedly sat down at both ends of the row. The little slick head winked at him, meaning "Look, I just said he is difficult to deal with."
.”
Jason shrugged and made a face deliberately, and both of them laughed.
Soon, the morning class was over. The little slicker felt that he had gained a lot. Combining today's knowledge, he finally understood yesterday's difficult points. Jason also gained a lot. He slept soundly, and there were many things in his dreams.
Had a big meal.
At lunch time, before going out, Jason saw Schiller standing in the back row of seats and waved to him. Jason waved to the little slicker and said, "You go ahead and eat, I'll wait.
Let’s get over it.”
He walked up and asked, "Professor Schiller, what's wrong? Is there something wrong?"
"Nothing, what are you going to eat for lunch?" Schiller packed his things and walked out.
Jason followed him, scratched his head, and said, "It's just the stuff in the student cafeteria. I want to eat a big hamburger and some bean soup..."
"It's not healthy to eat those things all the time. Let's go. I'll take you to the teachers' cafeteria. You will like the lamb ribs there." Schiller walked quickly to the door. Jason hesitated and said, "Teachers' cafeteria."
Isn’t it for teachers to eat? It’s not good for me to go in..."
"It doesn't matter, there will be teachers taking students there." Schiller looked back at him and said, "Did you know? There is a dish there that is famous in Gotham, even better than the most famous Italian restaurant in the North District.
Everything is delicious, it's traditional Italian steak with grilled vegetables..."
"The steak is cooked just right and juices flow out when you cut it. The best part is the grilled vegetables. There is no broccoli in it that I don't like. The other dishes are all delicious. Do you like broccoli?"
Jason's facial features wrinkled together, and he said, "No, that's terrible, that's the most unpalatable vegetable in the world."
"It seems that we have a common language in this regard."
While the two were chatting, they arrived at the classroom cafeteria. In fact, it was closer than the student cafeteria.
The teachers' restaurant and the canteen are completely different styles. The teachers' restaurant is closer to the outside restaurant. The decoration is very luxurious and tasteful. The dark brown floor is calm and stylish, the burgundy velvet curtains and the red log tables and chairs complement each other.
, the light of metal tableware and lights complement each other.
More importantly, the faculty members eating here have a temperament that Jason has never seen before. It is rare to see this kind of temperament in Gotham people, but he has to admit that he likes it here very much.
There is a reassuring atmosphere.
Schiller brought Jason to the front desk. He said: "I have a reservation. This is one of my students. I will bring him over for a meal. Please register him for us. By the way, I will ask the waiter to order later.
, I still have guests."
The waiter at the front desk nodded, showed a smile, and said, "Okay, Professor, can I take your order in ten minutes?"
Schiller nodded, and then led Jason to sit down. As he passed the tables and chairs, Jason's head kept turning, feeling curious about everything here.
When the waiter brought the water glass and napkin, Jason twisted in his chair awkwardly and said, "Professor Schiller, is it okay for me to sit here? I think everyone else is..."
"You don't have to look at other people. They are here to eat, not to see you. If you really feel uncomfortable, you can try to say hello to them."
Jason shook his head vigorously, but he still looked at the guests at the table next to him curiously. When an old lady opposite met his eyes, she smiled at him and nodded.
Jason quickly turned his head and then covered his mouth with his hand. Schiller said with a smile: "Don't be nervous, that's Mrs. Pince. Opposite him is Professor Andre from our college, a professor of materials science."
Jason took a deep breath, turned around and said, "Hello."
Professor Andrei had a big beard. He touched his beard, turned to Schiller and said with a smile: "He is not afraid of you, but actually afraid of us. It seems that your prestige needs to be improved."
"Stop talking." Mrs. Pingsi also said with a smile: "If his prestige is further improved, no one will dare to come to school!"
The three of them laughed together, but Jason didn't know what they were laughing at. He lowered his head and fiddled with the corners of his clothes, and then said to Schiller: "I don't know why, but I always feel that the language used by people here
It doesn’t seem to be English…”
"Don't you understand the words we say?" Schiller asked.
"No, I just think that the way you talk is different from what I usually hear. I don't know how you should say it, but I always feel a little awkward." Jason said while rubbing his hands.
"Maybe you're hungry." Schiller flicked the bell on the table with his finger. The bell made a crisp sound. The waiter nearest here turned around and said, "Professor, please wait a moment."
After a while, he came up with a menu. At this time, Victor came over and sat down at Schiller's table.
The other person on the other side said, "Sorry, I'm a little late. There are two graduating students who want to take leave for internships. I have to confirm their proposal reports first, otherwise I won't be able to finish the thesis by then."
"It's okay, we are ordering." Schiller took the menu and after ordering a few dishes, he handed the menu to Victor. After Victor finished ordering, he handed the menu to Jason, who looked at it.
Asked Schiller: "Why did you bring him here? Doesn't he have classes in the afternoon?"
"The practical class in the afternoon is not too important. Anyway, he didn't listen at all in the morning."
"Uh, I listened!" Jason said immediately. Schiller looked at him and said, "Oh? Really? So what did the teacher say this morning?"
"Well..." Jason tried hard to recall and said, "Tell me... it's probably... uh... the transmission system of the wheel?"
"That was yesterday's lesson." Schiller shook his head and said, "But it doesn't matter. Not everyone has to learn how to repair cars. For example, I don't know how."
Victor shook his head and laughed twice, and said, "You didn't have this attitude yesterday. Who said in the office yesterday that if every child in Gotham could learn to repair cars, then this would be the next Detroit?
"
"Really? I don't remember. Maybe it's because I didn't sleep last night...Okay, Jason, take a look at the menu. If there's anything you like, give it to me after you order it."
Look around him.
"Oh, I can't understand these words. I don't particularly like to eat anything. Meat is fine."
Jason returned the menu to Schiller, and then handed the menu back to the waiter. After a while, the table was filled with steaming dishes, including grilled lamb ribs, Italian grilled steak,
Spanish risotto, creamed spinach, pea soup, etc."
Jason didn't feel hungry at first, but after these dishes he had never seen before were served, he immediately felt hungry.
However, he was not in a hurry to eat, but observed the movements of Schiller and Victor.
Seeing them put on napkins and pick up knives and forks, Jason followed suit. Although it was his first time to come to such a restaurant, he could not tell that he was a child from the slums. Instead, he seemed to have been educated in a missionary school.
It’s like living through that set of etiquette education.
Victor made a gesture to Schiller, who nodded slightly, and then Victor asked: "How is Bruce's thesis going? I see you've had a headache in the past few days."
Schiller sighed, splitting a piece of lamb ribs with a fork, and said: "There are no problems with punctuation and formatting, but there are new problems. I hope he won't expand too many things that have nothing to do with the theme.
But that’s how he likes to write.”
"I corrected one article, but the second one is still the same. I really don't know whether he is thinking too actively or not paying attention at all."
"How many times has the article he submitted last week been revised? I remember, it must have been five times, right?" Victor inserted a piece of mushroom into his mouth and said, "Those students who are going to do internships,
They have just finished writing the thesis proposal, and I really doubt that they will be able to submit the thesis on time before graduation?"
Schiller put down his fork, made the sign of the cross on his chest, and said, "God bless, there won't be more than ten postponements this year. If this continues, the classroom will soon be full of seats."
While Jason was eating, he listened to the conversation between the two. He found it very novel. This was a topic he had never heard of in Gotham.
He thought, would words like "study, read, write a paper, graduate" really appear in his life?
Can he really have a day when he doesn't have to worry about his next meal and can sit in the classroom and concentrate on reading?
This is really crazy, Jason thought. He always felt that there were too many crazy people in Gotham, and it would be half the better place without them.
But today, he felt that he was also a little crazy.