The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

In the room of Rodriguez Manor, Schiller's eyes fell on Lex's bow tie. Lex lowered his head slightly, then turned to look at himself in the mirror.

The method of tying the bow tie is not complicated, but because of the special material of the soft silk fabric, the pattern squeezed out by the tie in the middle cannot be completely symmetrical. Lex was just adjusting this, which wasted a few minutes.

A hand wrapped around Lex's shoulder and approached his neck. Lex broke into a cold sweat almost instantly, and the fragments of previous associations with this hand kept replaying in his mind.

Human hand movements have special significance, because different people use hand muscles differently, and even under different circumstances, the expression on the hands can often reflect someone's state more truly than on the face.

Just like Schiller, Lex thought, Professor Schiller is often firm and focused when holding a pen. Out of teaching habits, his hand movements when speaking are always more logical and eye-catching when he needs to remind others. Stay still when you need to let the topic slide.

But his godfather's hand movements were always unexpected, and whenever he reached out to do something, his hand and forearm muscles were always tense, as if he was trying to pack up a punch. , the meridians under the skin appear very light when moving, but the skin and bones are extremely thick, which inevitably makes people wonder where these seemingly flexible and powerful hands have exerted force.

This hardly evokes any good associations, and often reminds people of scenes with more violent aesthetics.

When such a pair of hands approached the fatal part, it was really hard for Lex not to move his legs to escape. For the first time, he realized that it would be difficult to stay rational in a certain situation.

When the hand came around, the arm just rested on Lex's shoulder, without actually touching Lex, but the shadow of nothingness suddenly gained weight, and Lex was so pressed that he couldn't breathe.

Jingle Bell! ! !

The harsh ringing of the phone made Lex take a deep breath. Schiller retracted his arm and turned to look in the direction of the ringing. Merkel turned to get the phone.

This is Miss Isley, sir, would you like to be brought in?

Schiller strode out, took the phone, and waved to Merkel. Merkel stood by the door and nodded, walked towards Lex, and continued to help him sort out his clothes.

Schiller arranged the telephone wires on the floor, kicked them to the wall with his toes, picked up the phone receiver and said to the other side: Hello? Miss Pamela... Yes, I received your reply letter. , Really? How does it feel?...Okay, I'll wait for you.

In less than two minutes, there was movement in the garden. After Schiller walked around the porch and returned to the bedroom on the second floor, he opened the heavy curtains, walked to the balcony and looked down, and saw Pamela's bright smile.

A vine carried her to the second floor. Pamela held Schiller's arm and climbed over the balcony railing, standing firmly on the ground.

Schiller retracted his hand and reached out to lift the curtains to let Pamela go in first. Pamela did not stop in the bedroom and walked across the room to the corridor as quickly as possible.

She couldn't hide her excitement at this time and was always smiling. When Schiller came out, he also smiled at her and said, It seems you feel good.

Pamela then tried hard to calm down her expression, folded her arms and said with a smile: I have never felt so good. All the things that have been pulling me down have disappeared. Thank you so much, Professor.

My pleasure.

Schiller strode forward and took Pamela to the reception room. He looked back at the bag she was carrying and said, I assume you have brought clothes for the dinner.

Yes. Pamela looked down at her watch and said, But I think it's still early. Although I can wear a long skirt for psychotherapy, I'm not sure you can stand the smell of perfume.

I can't, miss, come in.

Schiller opened the door and turned on the light in the living room. After Pamela walked in, she sat down directly on one of the single sofas. Schiller walked over and bent down to stretch out a hand to her. Pamela She handed him the bag in her hand.

Schiller put his bag on the table next to him, sat down on the sofa on the other side, crossed one leg over the other, put his hands on his knees and said, Am I still the professor?

I would like to consult with the professor first, but would it be too offensive if I said I would contact you later?

Of course not, the beautiful have privileges.

Schiller's expression changed. After seeing Pamela, he slightly rubbed his eyebrows and said, It seems that you have succeeded. Who is the opponent?

You'd never expect it. Pamela smiled and turned towards Schiller, lowered her head and looked at him from above her eyes and said, I told you, I like challenges very much.

Schiller shook his head helplessly and said, Don't tell me that you got Wonder Woman into bed.

Ahem, cough, cough, you know I...

So you're trying to hide it? Schiller said, pretending to be surprised: Then when you were sitting in the front row of class and stared at every beautiful lady in the class who came up to hand in their homework, you must be trying to infect the human body. Have you made any achievements in engineering?

Oh, don't be like this. Pamela lamented, covering her eyes with her hands, but she looked at Schiller through her fingers and said, Is it so obvious?

Do you think I advise students to wear more clothes when they come to my class just because the air conditioning in the classroom is cold?

It's too sharp. Pamela couldn't help complaining: Professor, you can't always be like this. Do you know that I stare at them, just like some of them always stare at you?

If you become a professor one day, you will understand that when you see a certain pair of beautiful skin, you will certainly be amazed.

But then, the keywords of failing social psychology three times in a row will pop into your mind, and then instead of her beautiful appearance, you will want to see how many tons of food she has poured into her beautiful little head. water.

Academics are romance killers. I will never be a professor.

Pamela stretched out her hand to gather her long hair in front of her body and said: Not much, the party will start in a moment. I am very pressed for time. Do you mind if I comb my hair here first?

Please, but if you dare to leave any hair...

You're going to take it to the oldest witch to curse me. Come on, Professor, this can't even scare a three-year-old.

Schiller sighed softly and said, Although you haven't completely changed, I have begun to miss you before.

How am I doing now?

Overly excited and sharp-toothed.

Pamela smiled, even showing her teeth, looking at Schiller with shining eyes and said: So how does it compare to before?

Schiller leaned back in his chair, looked at Pamela and said: I am beginning to feel happy that you have turned into a lovely lady, just like seeing new buds sprouting from the gray and stiff branches throughout the winter. It’s exciting all spring long.”

Pamela smiled and blinked, resting her hands on the edge of the sofa, then raised her eyes and looked at Schiller and said, Have you seen many springs? They must all be beautiful, straightforward and passionate.

Schiller didn't deny it, just nodded.

Is there anyone who impressed you?

It's you for now, miss.

Although I know it's just a compliment, I'm still very happy. Pamela took a breath, turned her head to the side, and turned her eyes away, thinking, I didn't expect things to happen so suddenly, but I hope this It’s not a burden to anyone.”

Except for the lucky one you choose.

Thalia? Pamela raised her eyebrows and said, To some extent, she is very similar to me, and she also makes me feel good.

I believe you have done everything well. Schiller said pointedly, You are about to graduate.

Pamela was silent and didn't speak. She was distracted. From her expression, Schiller could see that she was stuck in memories, or maybe she was thinking about whether she had really done everything well.

Schiller has been hearing Pamela's name from all kinds of people. Bruce has collaborated on an experimental project with her. Lex invited her to build the garden of the manor for him. Victor said that she will definitely become the world's best. The greatest botanist, even Clark, who had only met Pamela a few times, considered her an intimate of leaves and flowers.

But they all have a common evaluation of Pamela, which is called quiet at best, but actually a bit cold and insensitive.

She always pays more attention to plants than people. Although she often says that plants also have souls that can communicate, she also admits that the thoughts of plants are very weak and it takes a lot of effort to understand them, but she would rather put in the effort. I don’t want to talk to anyone either.

During the office chat, Schiller's colleague Anna described her as the ghost of a plant. Perhaps because they were both women, Anna cared more about Pamela and knew some inside information that Schiller and the others didn't know.

Pamela's mother, or adoptive mother to be precise, was a sociological lunatic, but this was only discovered after Pamela became an adult.

This case was too inconspicuous in Gotham, and the files recording the past events had long been lost. However, the files that Schiller later asked James to help retrieve still contained sporadic clues, allowing him to deduce Pamela. What was his childhood probably like?

Pamela's adoptive mother can be called a socialite, but she did not obtain money and status through her own charm, but through her daughters.

But she is not a madam in the traditional sense. She has a legally formal adoption relationship with the girls, and she will do her best to care for and cultivate them - but not just for them.

There are always some things in this world that require beauty to be reconciled, such as beautiful commercial spies, mistresses who can sway certain choices, or social butterflies who just make connections. Many people always think that there must be too many ups and downs stories behind these women.

But there is another possibility. As long as it is profitable, someone will try to build a production line.

Pamela's adoptive mother is such a person. She has tasted the sweetness from the success of her own daughter, and believes that she can perfectly reproduce more, and then use the success of these goddaughters to obtain endless glory and wealth.

Very unfortunately, but fortunately for her, her first three examples were successful, Pamela being the fourth.

The mother and daughters were not originally from Gotham, but according to some vague records in the files, Pamela's biological parents were most likely from Gotham and died in a gang fight in Chicago. Pamela was arrested in Chicago. Adopted.

Perhaps it was because of her innate nature. Pamela was very beautiful, but she had no charm. She was neither lively nor charming. To use the way most people would describe her, she was just a piece of wood.