The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 3578 Edge of Tomorrow (24)

Chapter 3578 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 play in the back garden.

Schiller briefly repeated his conversation with Billy, and then said, "I think you can see that he has had a lot of setbacks in the past, which has led to his low curiosity and desire to explore, and he is in an avoidant state."

“How can we improve this situation?”

"Be patient, of course - these are just empty words. If I were to be more specific, I would suggest that you develop common interests with him, fully answer every question he has, and explore the world with him."

"I'm trying to do that," Victor said. "He's very interested in football, so I'll practice shooting with him. He also likes reading picture books, so we often read together."

"This is a long-term job, but it can't solve the current problem. Now he is struggling with the power given to him by old Shazam, so there is only one way left, and that is for you to study magic."

Victor opened his mouth. Schiller knew what he was going to say. He said, "I know you are a scientist and you are naturally opposed to mysticism, but that doesn't mean you should train yourself to be a magician. I think it's a good choice to start with the mythology of Olympus."

"That's right." Victor stroked his chin and said, "Billy told me before that Shazam's power comes from the gods of Mount Olympus, but he only seems to know that there is such a place and doesn't know much about the gods. Maybe I can buy some picture books on this subject?"

"Of course, and you have to buy children's products. You don't want Billy to know about Zeus's private life, do you?"

Victor immediately turned around and said, "Brainiac, help me search for children's picture books about the gods of Mount Olympus. Pick the ones with rich pictures and good quality. Buy the first ten sets."

"Okay. Brainiac is selecting the relevant products for you..."

"Old Shazam won't give up easily," Schiller said. "I suggest you say hello to Ron. If he plays any tricks on Billy while he's in school, the Martian Manhunter will let him know how powerful he is."

Victor nodded. As if he had just remembered something, he said, "Did Brainiac assign you any work?"

"Yes, he was not happy when I said I was going to play cards. But he got better when I said I was going to attend the consultation instead."

Victor said with some concern: "He has packed Nora and me with schedules. Of course, they are all jobs within our capabilities, and if we can follow the schedule, the efficiency of the results will indeed be much higher, but I have to take care of my family."

"Perhaps you could ask him to promise that he'll take good care of Billy."

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

“Of course. If he can’t take care of everyone, then he has no right to arrange your schedule. Besides, electronic life forms, which are pure order creatures, are naturally opposed to magic. Needless to say, he won’t allow old Shazam to mess things up.”

"Well, it seems that there are some benefits to him ruling 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 Brainiac: "How is it? How many people came to the classroom today?"

Brainiac paused and then said, "As you might expect, Professor, none."

Schiller found that Brainiac seemed to give him a unique thread, with a tone and intonation much richer than that generic version.

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

"One pretended to be a policeman, sneaked into the Gotham Police Department, and poisoned a prisoner there; one waited on Diamond Street for most of the afternoon and picked up the body of a person who jumped from a building and took it back for autopsy; one sneaked into the surrounding parade and successfully provoked conflicts between them and local gangs, triggering a gunfight; and another tried to stuff a frozen human corpse into the body of a moose."

"What a fulfilling afternoon," Schiller said with emotion.

"They have a special interest in harming their compatriots. Considering that they all studied the same major, researched the same direction, and had the same mentor, Professor Schiller, don't you think you should say something?"

"I just feel pity."

"For the victims?"

"For my students. It is a pity that they can only study humans from a physical perspective in vain and can never directly experience the mysteries of their spiritual world."

Brainiac stopped talking. When the car was almost there, he said, "After my analysis, this type of major and research direction is of no benefit to human development. I am considering the possibility of abolishing this major."

"Do you mean psychology? Or theoretical psychology?"

“Humanity needs applied psychology and psychiatrists, but there seems to be no need for so many researchers with theoretical orientations.”

"So what are you going to do? Change all the theoretical psychologists' professions?"

"From your past publications and research results, I can see that you have made great achievements in applied psychology. So why don't you go back to your old profession?"

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

"But you have also been providing psychological counseling to a limited number of patients recently."

"Yes, but I turned away more patients and only kept a few that were within my capabilities."

"Then I guess you can expand on this focus, accept as many patients as possible, or accept a position as a hospital consultant to contribute more to human mental health."

"Are you planning on making an appointment for me?"

"I have a few candidates," Brainiac said. "They should be well within your capabilities, able to pay for counseling, and in need of long-term treatment."

Shiller actually wanted to ask him how he determined the scope of his ability, but he first asked: "How much profit is expected to bring me?"

"If you take all six patients and see them once a week, that would probably give you about $63 in fees over the course of a year. That's good for your financial situation right now."

"Six patients for $63?"

"Yes, considering your status in the industry, the price is quite reasonable. And they are all celebrities. If the consultation location is chosen in the Gotham University office, it will also be good for the reputation of Gotham University."

"Sounds good."

"So you agree?"

"I refuse," Schiller said.

"Why?" Brainiac's tone revealed his confusion.

Schiller did not answer, because he really had no way of telling Brainiac the difference between him and his previous self.

Brainiac's judgment of his level of applied psychology should come from Anatoly. But who is Anatoly? He is a ruthless man who can even cure Schiller.

If this level of skill is used to select patients, then the patients selected by Brainiac must be extremely difficult to treat. Even if they offer a high price, Schiller will not be able to cure them at all.

Even if their problems were minor, Schiller couldn't guarantee that he could tolerate them. Psychologists were considered service providers, and they spent so much money, so Schiller had to take care of their feelings. If they couldn't help but start to criticize, that would be troublesome.

Brainiac started mumbling again, saying that it was nothing more than making money and improving the reputation of Gotham University, and he tried to persuade Schiller from various angles.

Schiller sighed and said, "I can't do this job. But maybe someone can do it, but his price is much higher."

Brainiac thought he was trying to negotiate the price, so he said, "The price is negotiable. If you can accept higher working hours, then maybe doubling it is not a problem."

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

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

When Schiller walked in, Constantine was like seeing a savior, and said to Schiller: "I am really going crazy! I just wanted to write something I like occasionally, but now it has become a profession. I am even urged to submit my manuscripts every day! I would rather be a magician!"

"Brainiac gave you a lot of work?"

"What Brainiac? It's Brand! Brainiac arranged seven meetings for him in three days, so he took it out on me! He told me to hand in the manuscript by this Friday!"

"So you are still writing a book for him?" Schiller picked up a bunch of dried flowers from the side, looked at it, and then said, "Is it the second part of "The Shadow of Faraines"? "

"That's right! After that dungeon, new players came. Although they didn't come up with anything new, it was enough to make up the plot for the second part." Constantine grabbed his hair and said, "I shouldn't have agreed to write the first part for him!"

"Look at it calmly. You are a famous writer now." Schiller walked to the cashier to look at the bill and said, "How much did the first book bring you? Is it 100,000 yuan?"

"It's a lot more than that! But I've been writing for a long time, and now I have to hand it in immediately, and I have no inspiration at all! I'm going to go to hell to hide away."

"The demons will welcome you." Schiller said with a smile. Just as he was about to say something else, his cell phone rang.

"Professor Schiller, Brainiac just sent me a message saying that you want to teach undergraduate basic psychology again?" Sivana's voice came from the other end of the phone. "It just so happens that we are short of teachers for basic courses. It would be great if you could come."

Schiller opened his mouth, he actually wanted to refuse. A few years ago, he stopped teaching basic courses, mainly because the pass rate of students was relatively low, and he was unwilling to save students. Students often complained, so he simply stopped teaching.

But he thought that if he refused, Brainiac would not know what kind of job he would find for him, so he said directly: "Yes, I think I can go back to teach basic courses. Please help me arrange the class schedule, Mr. Principal."

"Is this okay?" Schiller said to Brainiac on the phone after hanging up. "But let me make this clear. I will not make the exam easier or save anyone. If anyone complains, I will say it was you who did it."

"My pleasure, Professor."

Brainiac: No one is idle!