Chapter 3459 Research on Cats and Dogs (7)

Schiller lowered his eyes and ignored the familiarity brought by the name. He smiled politely to the girl in front of him like an ordinary university professor.

"Schiller Rodriguez, professor of psychology at Gotham University. Which department are you a student?"

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

"Are you a student of Professor Revens?"

"Yes, he is responsible for the basic courses in our department. I will hand him homework tomorrow."

Through just a few short sentences, Schiller came to two conclusions: one is that Carla Danvers is indeed a Super Girl—the name, age and major are comparable; the other is that she should not be the Super Girl set in the new 52. She is not that rebellious and irritable, and is closer to the old version of Carla, and her emotions are relatively stable.

Cara Al is the cousin of Superman Cara Al, also a descendant of the Al family. However, her spacecraft was exiled to the Phantom Zone for more than 20 years before coming to Earth, so she is younger on Earth than her cousin Superman. Clark Kent has graduated from university and worked for more than ten years, and Cara has just entered college.

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

However, the Super Girl of the New 52 has changed the settings: when she first came to Earth, she didn't even speak Earthly words; later she had no plans to integrate into Earth, and she always regarded herself as an alien and had a relatively irritable temper.

Schiller is glad that he met the former. This super girl looks normal and just matches the sunny Gotham now.

After a brief chat, Kara went back to train.

Although the cheerleading troupe looks great when dancing cheerleading, the daily training is actually very boring. It is normal to correct an action for an afternoon. After stopping, it is physical training and it feels tired when you look at it.

Victor had a lot of chats with the coach. The coach of the Cheer Lai Group is considered an old man from Gotham University, and he also worked as a part-time teacher in the Sports Rehabilitation Department of the Department of Sports. He is also an old acquaintance with Schiller, and they chatted a few times from time to time.

Schiller took a little attention and looked at Cara who was training. She controlled her strength very well, and she seemed flexible and powerful, without any surprising abnormality. She looked much more mature and experienced than Superman who had just entered college.

And it seems that she likes this sport very much, and she is not impatient when rehearsing the movements. Like ordinary team members, she polishes the details over and over again, and will also encourage other teammates with a bright smile.

The conversation ended with the training. Victor told the coach: "Although the weather is not that hot anymore, I believe no one will refuse to give me some ice cream. I ordered the takeaway from the Bozi soda ice cream shop at the school gate, and we will go and get it together later."

Before the coach could say anything, the girls from the cheerleading group cheered first, ran over and shouted that they would go to get the takeaway. The coach called Kara and several other girls, and they walked towards the school gate together.

Schiller saw a car coming to deliver soda from afar, painted in red, white and blue polka dots. This is run by Harley Quitzel, the most popular ice cream shop near the new campus.

Since experiencing the last hot summer, various ice-quality shops have emerged like new bamboo shoots after the rain. The business genius Harley keenly seized the business opportunity and opened a dessert shop that mainly sells ice cream and ice soda. Because of its novel taste and its bright paint, it is very popular among young people.

But again, it is not cheap, especially the most popular large ice soda and snow cap, which can be sold for five dollars per cup. In the era when a bottle of Coke was only a few dozen cents, this was already a very high price.

The soda snow cover is a large cup filled with iced fruity soda, add ice cubes, and then cover it with a large piece of ice cream, mainly adding ice to one ice. The head is buzzing with cold water after one bite, but it is not a problem for Americans who drink ice water all year round, and the sales are quite good.

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

Kara took a glass of grape-flavored, and the ice cream covered with seemed to be mint chocolate. In addition to that, there were lemon, pineapple, cherry, salt and maple syrup, and a bunch of small cups of soda.

Anna picked a few and took them over and handed them to Schiller a cup of yellow, not sure if it was a lemon or a pineapple.

Schiller didn't want to drink at all, but seeing that they all had drunk, he forced a sip.

After taking a sip, he found that his intuition was right. Logically, this iced soda should be very refreshing, but in fact, it was added with a lethal amount of syrup, which was very sweet and very ice-cold. Schiller felt that his taste was ineffective after taking this sip.

So he could only politely hold the cup in his hand, pretending to be drinking, and watch the young girls holding a large cup there with a little admiration.

Kara came over, shook her hair, and said to Victor with a smile: "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 game." Victor raised his glass to the other side, and the girls cheered and raised the cups in their hands.

Confirmation that Kara would not cause any trouble, Schiller only regarded her as an ordinary student and did not pay too much attention to her. But just as they were about to leave, Kara stopped him.

"Professor, can you please help me?"

"What's wrong?"

"The big assignment we will be handing in next week is to interview a Gotham celebrity. I heard that you are a famous psychologist. Can I have the honor to interview you?"

"When are you planning to set?"

"When do you have time? I can do it tomorrow morning or evening, or the day after tomorrow at noon."

"It's going to be tomorrow morning," Schiller said, "you can come to my office to find me. The third room on the right side of the sixth floor of the office building."

"Okay, thank you so much for the professor! I will go back to write the interview draft tonight. I hope you don't mind my question is too abrupt."

"No. Go, Miss."

Kara showed a bright smile at Shiller and waved her hand and left.

"I feel much younger when I stay with them." Anna stretched and said, "It's a pity that the Department of Mathematics will never have such vitality. When she opened the door, she felt like she had entered hell, and the room was full of tortured souls."

"It's not your fault, it's the fault of mathematics," said Victor.

"Do you know? Professor Klein is back." Schiller sighed and said, "There is really no one in the Department of Chemistry, so he can only call him back."

"Jonathan Klein?" Victor raised his eyebrows and said, "That guy is a troublemaker. He must compete with me for the laboratory again. He only has a few reagents in total, and he still has to occupy a low-temperature laboratory... No, I have to let those idiots under my command go over quickly."

"Don't worry, isn't Pamela studying for a PhD in your place? She's not afraid of Jonathan." Schiller shook his head and said, "I haven't finished reading the paper, so I'll go back to the office building first."

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

The gauze curtains filter the sunlight lightly and lightly, floating gently on the bright and neat marble floor. The green plants exude a fresh aroma, mixed with the aroma of coffee and the aroma of the sun roasted wooden bookshelf, forming a long-lasting aroma.

Diana placed two cups of coffee in front of Clark and Bruce. Bruce placed both arms on the table and held the coffee cup in both hands. Clark sat upright and was telling Diana about the history of Krypton.

"It's really interesting," Diana commented. "Please forgive me for evaluating your hometown with such frivolous words, but I really can't find more and better words if a civilization like this is destroyed in this way."

Clark shook his head, not seemingly moved by anyone's comment on Krypton. He simply said: "Now we are facing two problems: one is the Kryptonians who may come; the other is the two pairs of Batman and Superman who are now running uncontrollably in the Metropolis."

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

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

"To avoid you saying that I'm going to be so arrogant, you can call them back first, but I think I should go there alone, otherwise I'm afraid of any stress reactions they have."

"That's what it's decided. I think Hal will be back tonight as soon as possible, while Arthur and Oliver may have to wait until tomorrow morning. Lex will send a car to the airport to pick them up."

"I know Oliver went to China and seemed to have been writing books since he came back. What has Arthur been doing recently?"

"His father was sick, and he was taking care of his father in Port Ci'en," Clark said. "He almost completely handed Atlantis over to Mera."

"Is his injury more important?"

Clark shook his head and said, "Don't underestimate the Atlantis. Although he is a mixed race, he is a queen's bloodline and there is nothing serious about it."

"That's good." Diana paused for a moment, but said, "About half a month ago, Hera called me over, and it seemed that she had planned to leave Zeus behind. I don't know if this would be beneficial to us."

"What's her attitude?"

"She seems to be showing closeness to me, but I really don't think she will have a good impression of anyone on Paradise Island."

"Anyway, at least she is willing to show kindness to you. This may mean that the entire Olympus is about to turn."

"I hope. Zeus' hesitation and weakness have caused the gods to suffer all the hardships. Hera is more decisive than him, but I just hope she will not lead the gods to the other extreme."

During the break between the two of them, Clark had already sent a message to Hal. Diana saw his new phone and exclaimed, and immediately received Bruce's death gaze.

"Okay, Bruce. I want to use the phone you invented, but you have developed it." Diana looked at Bruce and said, "Hal is coming back soon. If you are still so uncontrollable, he will definitely lock you in the hamster wheel again."

"I will never let him catch up with me," said Bruce. "Last time I was careless, and he didn't have a chance this time."

"You can't just go through his files? There are hundreds of sectors in the universe that are busy enough, and you can make trouble for him." Diana said helplessly.

"Didn't I test the new equipment? It wasn't intentional. He was so cautious." Bruce curled his lips and said, "He insisted that I ruined his two-month work results, but in fact, at most half a month. He would exaggerate it."

"Okay, you have to stay honestly lately..." Clark said.

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

"Borrow equipment? What are you going to do?"
Chapter completed!