"The administrators of Gotham University told me that this is their excellent tradition and no one can violate it."

"Now, it's the second week since I left Gotham, which is the 14th day. That means... more than half of my annual leave has passed."

As he spoke, Schiller sighed and tried to speak in a calm tone, but still failed to conceal his last angry voice. He said: "After half of the annual vacation, I still haven't gotten any rest. I won't be able to hear it again with human beings."

I understand the civilized language, say it one last time..."...

"Get out of here, everyone!"

After everyone was stunned for a moment, a group of people led by Constantine began to line up and walk out.

Lucifer, who was at the end of the team, shrugged before leaving the house and said: "University professors only have less than 20 days of annual leave? Even the employees in my bar have a full 36 days of annual leave."

Schiller on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.

Half an hour later, Schiller, who was standing in the hospital lobby with his suitcase, picked up the public phone and said to the other end:

"Yes, that's right, it's me...Yes, ma'am, I'm calling to confirm. As of today, my annual leave is already halfway through, right?"

"What nonsense are you talking about, Professor Rodriguez?" A sharp female voice came from the other end. It was the person in charge of the Gotham University Administrative Office. She said: "Didn't you leave on April 1st?

?It’s only the 14th, and your annual leave has only passed for 14 days, but there are more than 20 days!”

"Isn't my annual leave only 18 days?"

"Oh, my God, professor, what kind of memory do you have? Didn't I tell you when you were leaving? For a professor like you, the standard annual leave is 36 days a year. Now you have taken 14 days, and you still have 22 days.

God, you have to remember..."

"Of course, ma'am, of course I remember, Gotham University's fine tradition, no one can make an exception... I will bring you specialties, good night."

Picking up the luggage, walking out of the door, putting the luggage in the trunk, walking into the cab, sitting down, igniting the car, and stepping on the accelerator, a series of actions were done in one go. Schiller held the steering wheel with one hand and twisted the radio button with the other.

The exciting road rock music sounded, a red sun slowly set at the end of the desolate land, and on a straight road, the Ford car sped towards the end of the dusk.

Watching the car slowly running towards the sunset, Constantine, who was leaning against the railing on the rooftop of the hospital, exhaled a puff of smoke, turned to Bruce next to him and said:

"You have to believe that Schiller is really a good person."

Constantine turned his head, looked at Bruce and asked: "If there was a great being close to God who promised you that he could fulfill one of your wishes, what would you choose?"

Bruce's lips moved, but in the end, he remained silent and did not answer.

Constantine turned his head back, looked at the car that had disappeared on the horizon, and the sunset that still looked extremely desolate and lonely. He put out the cigarette in his hand, exhaled the last puff of smoke, and said:

"Schiller chose 36 days of annual leave."
Chapter completed!