The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 3459: Research on Cats and Dogs (VII)

Schiller lowered his eyes, ignoring the familiarity of the name, and gave the girl in front of him a polite smile like an ordinary university professor.

"Schiller Rodriguez, Professor of Psychology at Gotham University. What department are you in?"

"Hello, Professor Rodriguez. I'm studying journalism."

"Are you Professor Revans's student?"

"Yes, he is in charge of the basic courses in our department. I have to hand in my homework to him tomorrow."

Through just a few short sentences, Schiller came to two conclusions: one is that Kara Danvers is indeed Supergirl - the name, age and profession all match; the other is that she should not be the Supergirl set in the New 52, ​​who is not so rebellious and irritable, and is closer to the old version of Kara, and is emotionally stable.

Kara El is the cousin of Superman Kal-El and is also a descendant of the El family. However, her spaceship was exiled to the Phantom Zone for more than 20 years before coming to Earth, so she is younger than her cousin Superman on Earth. Clark Kent has graduated from college and has been working for more than ten years, while Kara has just started college.

Before the New 52, ​​Kara graduated and worked normally, joined a newspaper, and had a series of stories with her boss, the "female devil" in the news industry. At this time, Kara was more like a normal person.

However, the New 52 Supergirl changed her setting: when she first came to Earth, she couldn't even speak the Earth language; later on, she had no intention of integrating into the Earth, always regarded herself as an alien, and had a rather bad temper.

Schiller was glad that he met the former. This Supergirl looked normal, which was a perfect match for the sunny Gotham now.

After a brief chat, Kara went back to training.

Although cheerleading looks good when performed by the cheerleading troupe, the actual training is very boring. It is normal to spend an entire afternoon correcting one movement, and after stopping, it is physical training, which is tiring just to watch.

Victor was chatting with the coach. The cheerleading coach was a veteran of Gotham University. He also worked part-time as a teacher in the Sports Rehabilitation Department of the Department of Physical Education. He was also an old acquaintance of Schiller, and they chatted from time to time.

Schiller paid some attention to Kara during her training. She had good control over her strength, and she looked flexible and powerful, but without any surprising abnormalities. She looked much more mature and experienced than Superman who had just entered college.

And she seemed to like this sport very much. She was not impatient at all when rehearsing the movements. Just like ordinary team members, she polished the details over and over again, and encouraged other teammates with a bright smile.

The conversation lasted until the end of the training. Victor said to the coach, "Although the weather is not that hot anymore, I believe no one would refuse some ice cream. I ordered takeout from the bubble soda ice cream shop at the school gate. Let's go get it together later."

Before the coach could say anything, the cheerleaders started cheering and ran over, all shouting that they wanted to get takeout. The coach called Kara and a few other girls, and they walked towards the school gate together.

Schiller saw the soda delivery car from a distance. It was painted red, white and blue with polka dots. It was owned by Harley Quinzel, the most popular ice cream shop near the new campus.

Since the last hot summer, all kinds of ice cream shops have popped up like bamboo shoots after rain. Business genius Harry keenly grasped the business opportunity and opened a dessert shop that mainly sells ice cream and ice soda. Because of its novel taste and brightly painted colors, it is very popular among young people.

But it was also not cheap, especially the most popular large cup of iced soda, which could cost five dollars. In an era when a bottle of Coke only cost a few dozen cents, this was already a very high price.

The soda snow cap is a large cup filled with iced fruit soda, plenty of ice cubes, and then covered with a large amount of ice cream, the main feature is ice on ice. One mouthful of it will make your head buzz with cold, but for Americans who drink ice water all year round, it is not a problem, and the sales are quite good.

But for students, the price is still a bit expensive, usually several people order one cup. This time Victor ordered one cup for each of them, and as soon as they saw the car, the girls screamed and rushed over.

Kara got a grape flavor, topped with what looked like mint chocolate ice cream, and there were lemon, pineapple, cherry, salt and maple flavors, as well as a bunch of small sodas.

Anna picked a few and handed them to Schiller, who had a yellow cup. It was unclear whether it was lemon or pineapple.

Schiller didn't want to drink at all, but seeing that they all drank, he reluctantly took a sip as well.

After taking a sip, he realized that his intuition was right. Normally, this ice soda should be refreshing, but in fact, it was added with a lethal amount of syrup, and it tasted very sweet and very cold. Schiller felt that his taste buds had failed after taking this sip.

So he could only politely hold the cup in his hand, pretending to drink it, and looked at the young girls with a little admiration as they each held a large cup and sipped it.

Kara came over, tossed her hair, smiled and said to Victor, "Thank you so much, Professor. We were planning to get together at the ice cream shop this weekend."

"I hope I didn't disturb your party. I wish you good results in the next competition." Victor raised his glass over there, and the girls cheered and raised their glasses.

After confirming that Kara would not cause any trouble, Schiller just treated her as an ordinary student and did not pay too much attention to her. But just as they were about to leave, Kara called him.

"Professor, can you please help me?"

"what happened?"

"Our big assignment next week is to interview a Gotham celebrity. I heard you're a famous psychologist. May I have the honor of interviewing you?"

"When do you plan to set it?"

"When are you free? I can come tomorrow morning or evening, or the day after tomorrow at noon."

"Tomorrow morning," Schiller said, "you can come to my office. It's on the sixth floor of the office building, third room on the right."

"Okay, thank you so much, Professor! I'll go back and write the interview manuscript tonight. I hope you don't mind my questions being too abrupt."

"No. Go ahead, miss."

Kara gave Schiller a bright smile, waved and left.

"Being with them makes me feel a lot younger." Anna stretched and said, "Unfortunately, the mathematics department will never have such vitality. As soon as I opened the door, I felt like I had entered hell. The whole room was full of tortured souls."

"It's not your fault, it's math's fault," said Victor.

"You know what? Professor Klein is back." Schiller sighed and said, "There's really no one left in the Chemistry Department, so we had to call him back."

"Jonathan Klein?" Victor raised his eyebrows and said, "That guy is a troublemaker. He will definitely try to snatch the laboratory from me again. He only has a few reagents, and he has to occupy a low-temperature laboratory... No, I have to let those idiots under my command go there quickly."

"Don't worry, isn't Pamela studying for a doctorate degree with you? She's not afraid of Jonathan." Schiller shook his head and said, "I haven't finished reading my thesis yet, so I'll go back to the office building first."

Schiller separated from Anna and Victor and returned to the office alone. The new office had a wide space and bright floor-to-ceiling windows, and even remote-controlled curtains. Schiller picked up the remote control, pulled up the first layer of thin curtains, and sat at his desk to read his paper.

The gauze curtains filter the sunlight lightly and gently float on the bright and clean marble floor. The green plants emit a fresh fragrance, mixed with the fragrance of coffee and the fragrance of the sun-baked wooden bookshelves, forming a lingering fragrance.

Diana placed two cups of coffee in front of Clark and Bruce. Bruce put both arms on the table, holding the coffee cups with both hands; Clark sat up straighter and was telling Diana about the history of Krypton.

"It's really interesting." Diana commented, "Please forgive me for using such frivolous words to describe your hometown, but I really can't find any better words to describe a civilization like this that was destroyed in this way."

Clark shook his head, seemingly unmoved by anyone's comments on Krypton. He just said, "We are now facing two problems: one is the possible arrival of Kryptonians; the other is the two pairs of Batman and Superman running around uncontrollably in Metropolis."

"The latter is a big problem," Diana said, taking a sip of her coffee. "I think we have to talk to them."

"Can you organize it? Or should I call Hal back first?"

"To prevent you from accusing me of being stubborn again, you can call them back first, but I think I should go alone, otherwise I'm afraid they will have some kind of stress reaction."

"Then it's settled. I think Hal will be back tonight at the earliest, but Arthur and Oliver may have to wait until tomorrow morning. Lex will send a car to pick them up at the airport."

"I know Oliver went to China and seems to have been writing a book since he came back. What is Arthur doing recently?"

"His father was ill, and he was taking care of his father in Port Clement," Clarke said. "He almost completely handed Atlantis over to Mera."

"Is his injury still serious?"

Clark shook his head and said, "Don't underestimate the Atlanteans. Even though he is a mixed-blood, he is of the Queen's bloodline, so it's no big deal."

"That's good." Diana paused and then said, "About half a month ago, Hera called me over. It seemed that she was planning to abandon Zeus. I don't know if this is good for us."

"What's her attitude?"

"She seemed to be trying to get close to me, but I really don't think she would have a good impression of anyone from Paradise Island."

"Whatever the case, at least she's willing to show you kindness. This might mean the whole of Olympus is about to turn a corner."

"I hope so. Zeus's indecision and weakness have caused the gods a lot of suffering. Hera is more decisive than him, but I just hope she won't lead the gods to the other extreme."

Clark had sent a message to Hal while they were chatting. Diana saw his new phone and exclaimed in admiration, but immediately received a death stare from Bruce.

"Okay, Bruce. I would like to use the mobile phone you invented, but you have to develop it." Diana looked at Bruce and said, "Hal will be back soon. If you still act like this, he will definitely put you in the hamster wheel again."

"I will never let him catch up with me." Bruce said, "I was careless last time. He has no chance this time."

"Can't you just stop rummaging through his files? There are hundreds of sectors in the universe that are enough to keep him busy, and you're just causing him more trouble." Diana said helplessly.

"I was testing a new device, wasn't it intentional? He's just too petty." Bruce pouted and said, "He insisted that I ruined his two months of work, but in fact it was only half a month at most. He always exaggerates."

"Well, you have to stay quiet for now..." Clark said.

"I want to borrow Lex's equipment." Bruce said suddenly, "Take me to Luthor Building."

"Borrow equipment? What do you want?"

“Develop a new mobile phone.”