"But does it matter? Cobot, are you angry about this? Are you humiliated by their views?" Schiller asked.

Kobat shook his head and said: "

Of course not, I don’t care what they say at all, I only care about how much money they spend here, how many times they come here in a week, and who they come with each time..."

"Sometimes, playing a fool in relationships is not a completely bad thing." Schiller looked at Copot and said: "Being someone else's talking point may make you look like a clown, but at least your name is

It will spread among this class and let everyone remember you, which is the first step to climb up."

From the beginning to the end, Copot's eyes were bright. He didn't know why Schiller understood this. He didn't know whether this understanding came from Schiller himself or from the subject he studied."

As the interaction with Schiller deepened, Cobot always felt that his interest in psychology was growing. For this reason, he would even go to the school of hell to attend classes even during his busy schedule.

See high school registration information.

His relatively simple worldview makes him feel that as long as he can learn these theories, he can win in the simplest and fastest way, just like making a fortune in gambling. This is what he likes to do most.

Cobot thought about the future for a while, but then he said: "I have been away from this class for too long. I really can't understand them. Fortunately, you are here, professor. Otherwise, I would really want to advertise

Put it in their mailbox, it will be a bad start..."

At this moment, Schiller took out a well-folded piece of paper from his coat pocket, handed it to Cobot, and said: "...You should take a look at this."

"What is this? The Met's Angelica Theater repertoire...is the repertory troupe coming to Gotham to perform?" Cobblet frowned, looking at the series of plays, feeling that he had no clue.

"If you want to open the door to a certain class, you must first get a stepping stone. If you can participate in a hot topic, you can naturally promote your restaurant in a new way."

Cobot recalled: "When I was very young, my parents also went to the theater to watch a performance, but it was very dark there. I don't remember what was on the stage at all. I only remember that my father was always talking to him.

talking to my neighbor.”

"Yes, this is the meaning of going to the theater. In fact, I already know the plots of many plays and have watched them many times, but I will watch them with different friends and discuss with them the plots, actors' performances, and the strength of the theater troupe.

Wait, there are so many topics to talk about."

"Should I go see this play?" Cobot said, staring at the playlist: "But I have never read this book, nor have I seen this play. If I don't understand the plot at once,

So how do you participate in their topics?”

"It's better if you don't understand, or even if you understand, you should pretend not to understand." Schiller took another sip of water and said, "You can raise this topic and then ask them questions you don't understand.

They will definitely explain it to you very enthusiastically, and if you bring up some topics such as movies and TV series, it will even more highlight their taste."

While Cobot was communicating with Schiller, he was thinking, and before he knew it, the night fell.

Schiller lowered his head and glanced at his watch and said, "It's getting late. I may have to go to Wayne Manor. After all, he won't be able to solve the problems of those children as easily as you."

When Bruce was mentioned, Copot's face became a little unhappy. He said, "I can even imagine what the situation is like on his side."

When Schiller left the Iceberg Restaurant, it was completely dark, and there was light rain falling from the sky again. The car lights were like neon in the refraction of the rain.

When Schiller arrived at Wayne Manor, Alfred did not come out to pick him up. This was not normal. The old butler almost never left here.

Schiller himself walked into the hall of Wayne Manor. There were no lights on in the hall, only the fire in the fireplace was flickering weakly. The firewood had burned out and the flame was about to go out.
Chapter completed!