Chapter 3578 The Edge of Tomorrow (Twenty-Four)

Schiller accompanied Billy and Victor back to their home. After Schiller came in, Victor winked at Nora, and Nora took Billy to the back garden to play.

Schiller briefly repeated his conversation with Billy, and said, "I think you should have seen that he has experienced a lot of frustration in the past, which has led to his low curiosity and desire to explore, and he has a state of avoidance."

“How to improve this state?”

"Keep enough patience, of course - this is all empty talk. If you are specific, I would suggest that you develop a common hobby with him, fully answer every question of him, and explore the world with him."

"I'm trying to do that," Victor said. "He's very interested in football, and I'll practice shooting with him; he also likes to read picture books, and we both often watch it together."

"This is a long-term work, but it cannot solve the current problem. What he is now confused about is the power that Lao Shazan gives him, so there is only one way left, that is, you can study magic."

Victor opened his mouth. Schiller knew what he was going to say, and he said, "I know you are a scientist. You are born against mysticism, but you are not trying to make yourself a magician. I think starting with the Olympus myth is a good choice."

"That's right." Victor said, touching his chin, "Billy told me before that Shazam's power comes from the gods of Mount Olympus, but he seems to know that there is such a place and does not know about the gods. Maybe I can buy some picture books in this regard?"

"Of course, and you have to buy children. You don't want Billy to know about the little things in Zeus's private life, right?"

Victor immediately turned his head and said, "Breniak, help me search for children's graded picture books about the topic of Mount Olympus, choose the kind of pictures with rich pictures and good quality, and buy all the first ten sets."

"Okay. Brenniak is selecting related products for you..."

"Old Shazan won't give up easily," Schiller said. "I suggest you say hello to Rong. If he did some tricks when he was in school, the Mars Hunter would let him know that he was amazing."

Victor nodded. He said as if he had just remembered something, "Have Breniak assigned you a job?"

"Yes, I said I was going to play cards, and he was very dissatisfied. But when I said I would go to the consultation instead, he was much better."

Victor said with some concern: "He has filled up my schedule with Nora and me, of course, all of them are all in the best of their ability, and if they can be carried out according to the schedule, the results will be much more efficient, but I have to take care of my family."

"Maybe you can make sure he will take care of Billy."

"Will he promise? He's just an artificial intelligence."

"Of course. If he cannot take care of everyone, he will not have the right to arrange a schedule for you. Moreover, the pure order creation and magic of electronic life are naturally opposite. Needless to say, he will not allow Lao Shazan to make trouble."

"Well, it seems that it's a bit good for him to rule the world." Victor nodded thoughtfully.

After leaving Victor's house, Schiller did not go to work, but drove to his shop. On the way, he said to Brenniak: "How are you? How many people came to the classroom today?"

Breniak paused and said, "As you expected, there is no one."

Schiller found that Bleniak seemed to have given him an exclusive thread, with a much richer tone and tone than that common version.

"Then what are they doing?" Schiller asked knowingly.

"One acted as a policeman and sneaked into the Gotham Police Station and poisoned a prisoner who was imprisoned there; one waited on Diamond Street for more than half an afternoon and picked up the body of a person who jumped off the building and went back to dissect; one was involved in the surrounding parade, successfully provoking conflicts with the local gang organization, triggering a gun battle; and one was trying to stuff a frozen human body into the moose's body."

"What a fulfilling afternoon." Schiller sighed.

"They have a different interest in the fellows who harmed themselves. Considering that they all studied the same major, studied the same direction, and had the same supervisor - Professor Schiller, don't you think you should say something?"

"I just feel a pity."

"For the victim?"

"For my students, they can only study humans from a physical level in vain and never directly understand the mystery of their spiritual world."

Breniak stopped talking. He waited until the car was about to arrive, and he said: "After my analysis, such majors and research directions are of no benefit to human development. I am considering the possibility of banning the major."

"Do you mean psychology? Or theoretical psychology?"

"Humans need applied psychology and psychologists, but there is no need for so many researchers in theoretical directions."

"What are you going to do? Let all theoretical psychologists change their careers?"

"From the articles you have published in the past and the research results you have, you have made great achievements in applied psychology. So why not go back to your old career?"

"If I say it's not me, you definitely don't believe it. But the fact is that applying psychology requires more patience and rich experience in dealing with patients, and I don't think I can do it."

“But you have also recently provided psychological counseling to limited patients.”

"Yes, but I rejected more patients and only kept some of them within my capacity."

“Then I think you can focus on this to expand, accept as many patients as possible, or take positions as a hospital consultant to contribute more to human mental health.”

"Are you planning to have a patient with me?"

"I have a few candidates," said Brenniak. "It should be completely within your capacity and be able to pay for psychological counseling and require long-term treatment."

Schiller actually wanted to ask him how he judged his ability, but he still asked first: "How much profit will it bring to me?"

"If you accept all six patients and consult once a week, you may be able to provide you with a fee of around $63,000 in one year. This will be beneficial to your current financial situation."

“Six patients can pay $63,000?”

"Yes, considering your position in the industry, this price is quite reasonable. And they are all celebrities, and if the consultation location is in the Gotham University office, it will also be beneficial for Gotham University's reputation."

“Sounds great.”

"So you agreed?"

"I refuse," Schiller said.

"Why?" Breniak's tone revealed a puzzled understanding.

Schiller did not answer because he really couldn't tell Brenniak what was different from his previous self.

Breniak's judgment on his level of applied psychology should come from Anatoly. But who is Anatoly? That's a cruel person that even Schiller can cure.

If we use this level to select patients, the patients selected by Breniak will definitely be extremely difficult to deal with. Even if they bid very high, Schiller would not be able to cure them.

And even if they have little problem, Schiller cannot guarantee that he can tolerate them. Psychological counselors are considered as the service industry. After spending so much money, Schiller must take care of their mood. If he can't help but squirt, it will be troublesome.

Breniak began to talk again, anyway, that it was nothing more than making money and enhancing the reputation of Gotham University, and persuaded Schiller from various angles.

Schiller sighed and said, "I can't do this job. But maybe someone can do it, but his asking price is not a little bit high."

Breniak thought he was going to negotiate prices, so he said: "The price issue can be negotiated. If you can accept higher working hours, maybe doubled is not a problem."

"I'm not just talking about money. If he comes, your Breniak Center can be renamed Rodriguez Center."

Schiller got out of the car and walked towards his shop, but saw an unexpected person, Constantine. He was sitting next to the side door of the shop in a daze.

Schiller walked in, and Constantine said to Schiller as if he had seen a savior, "I'm really going crazy! I just want to write what I like occasionally, but now it has become a profession. I'm actually going to be urged to write every day! I would rather be a magician!"

“Breniak has arranged a lot of work for you?”

"What Brenniak is Brand! He arranged seven meetings in three days by Brenniak, so he got angry on me! He told me to hand over the manuscript before this Friday!"

"So you're still writing a book for him?" Schiller picked up a bouquet of dried flowers from the side, looked at it, and said, "Is it the second part of "The Haze of Faraines"?"

"That's right! There are new players coming after that dungeon. Although they didn't play any new tricks, they are enough to make up the plot of the second part." Constantine grabbed his hair and said, "I shouldn't have promised to write the first part for him at the beginning!"

"Look at it, you are a well-known writer now." Schiller walked to the cashier to read the bill and said, "How much income did the first movie bring to you? Is there a hundred thousand yuan?"

"It's much more than that! But I've been writing for a long time. Now I have to submit the manuscript immediately. I have no inspiration at all! I'm already planning to go to hell to avoid the limelight."

"The Devils will welcome you very much." Schiller said with a smile. He was about to continue saying something when his phone rang.

"Professor Schiller, Brenniak just sent me a message saying, do you want to teach basic psychology again in undergraduate studies?" Shivana's voice came from the other end of the phone, "It just so happens that our basic classes are a bit lacking in teachers. It would be great if you could come."

Schiller opened his mouth, but he actually wanted to refuse. Since a few years ago, he has stopped teaching basic classes, mainly because the students' pass rate of the exam is relatively low, and he is unwilling to attract people. Students often complain, so they simply stop teaching them.

But he thought that if he refused, Breniak didn't know what kind of work to find for him, so he said directly: "Yes, I think I can go back to teach basic classes. Please help me arrange the class schedule, Mr. Principal."

"Is it okay?" After hanging up the phone, Schiller said to Brenniak on his phone, "But I will say it first. I will not reduce the difficulty of the exam, nor will I gain people. If someone complains, I will say you did it."

"My honor, professor."
Chapter completed!