Chapitre 78: Chapter 78 Return
Despite some ups and downs, Jay finally managed to rescue Waller's two agents from the bottom of the ocean. When he flew the two to the meeting designated by Waller, the fat woman thanked him mechanically, but her face seemed insincere. Then she euphemistically explained that they were going to talk about confidential topics next, and hoped that Jay would leave.
Jay doesn't have any special opinion on this either, based on what he knows about Amanda Waller in the comics, if the Waller in front of you is even half similar to the comics, then you can't expect her to give you a little red Spend as a reward. Jay simply condoled Helena to confirm that she was okay, and finally was pulled by Sisko to formally express his high respect again, and then waved goodbye and left.
But Waller's evasion was unnecessary since he could hear their supposedly classified conversation even out of the atmosphere. In addition, what she was going to ask Jay had heard Sisko say before. It was nothing more than a question about the true identity and whereabouts of the mysterious space-time energy body that caused all this, and Waller would also be very disappointed. She found that neither of these questions could be answered by her agents.
Waller fired a shot, but there was nothing he could do. Someone noticed the existence of the energy body that disrupted time and space faster than they did and took it for themselves. And no matter where those people come from or what their purpose is, they certainly won't just disappear.
But these are the headlines on Waller's next list of headaches, not Jay's. Jay's number one headache right now is that Father Sun should have moved lazily to the top of the Metropolis by now, less than twenty minutes before the bell for his first class on Thursday morning, and he is now 10 minutes away from class. Classrooms are about two thousand miles away.
Even for the new superman, it seems a little difficult to not be late for class today.
Jay had never tested how fast he was and had no idea if he would be on time. He galloped all the way, with a whirlwind of red and blue swept through the reinforced concrete in the city, on the endless plains, and among the woods, and the bandits rushed into the metropolis as if they had entered a village. The moment he flew over the outside of the towering Lex Building, there was a thunderous roar, which almost shattered the glass outside the building that was as bright as its owner's bald head.
He went back to the dorm at super speed and changed his clothes with less than a minute left - Mike was in the same session as him, so his roommate was obviously in the classroom by this time - and it rolled like a hurricane Come out and fly towards his classroom at superspeed invisible to the naked eye.
It's a pity that even though he can run past the bullets and beat the sound, he can't beat the bell for the class after all. He appeared at the door three seconds after the bell, and the professor on the podium gave him a sidelong glance: "You're late, Mr. Reynolds. And what's up with your hair?"
Only then did Jay notice his hair that had been ruffled by the wind just now, and he couldn't help but embarrassedly pressed the two most arrogant tufts of hair on the top of his head: "Ah sorry, I... uh... ...the bus is late."
The professor clearly showed disbelief on his face, but he had a very good impression of this clever student in the first week, so he said, "Find a seat and sit down, we are about to start."
Privilege good students, and poor students often do not get such preferential treatment. Jay walked into the classroom and caught a glimpse of his roommate who was gesturing at him in the third row, where there happened to be a vacant seat.
Jay sat next to Mike, who immediately leaned up and whispered, "Hey man, didn't you come back last night?"
"Hmm." Jay didn't deny it.
"What are you doing?"
"Go...hey." Jay lied, which he thought was a more plausible statement to Mike.
"Okay, kid." Mike bought it, he slapped Jay on the shoulder with a smirk, "I guess, do you have any company?"
"It's... there is."
"Really? Is she pretty? Blonde or brunette?"
"It's an 'it'." Jay replied subconsciously, and the ancient Kryptonian dragon he encountered last night couldn't help but replay in his mind, and now there seemed to be a deafening underwater roar echoing in his ears, "And it's quite a Tough guy."
Mike choked, showing a strange look: "Seriously, what did you do last night?"
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This conversation ended here for the time being because the professor stood on the podium moistening his throat and said aloud: "Okay, now everyone, take out the dissertation report I arranged last week, I'll come now receive."
Jay's face instantly looked like he had been stabbed with kryptonite - oh he didn't seem to be afraid of kryptonite a while ago, but that didn't matter. In his haste, he completely forgot that there was such a thing. He had other things on his mind all week, and he left the homework task that he estimated to be completed in a few seconds at super speed to be completed. The end of the matter, until it is completely ignored.
"Who else would take homework inspections in person these days," Jay couldn't help but complain, "Can't he submit it online for review?"
"A lot of classes are like this, but there are always old professors who prefer a more conservative way. They say that paper can't be replaced by electronic devices." Mike said, suddenly realizing that his roommate's face was wrong, "Wait, are you still Haven't you started writing yet?"
Jay didn't answer any further and began to observe the situation calmly. If he said to the professor that he hoped to submit it again next time, it might not be impossible given the good impression he had given to the professor before, but procrastinating the assignment for the first time would not help him gain points in the professor's heart. Fortunately, the old professor seemed to choose to start the inspection from the other side of the room, which gave him a chance.
Glancing back, he made sure there were a few lone empty seats in the corners of the last row.
"Well, I think... maybe I'd better change my position."
"What?"
Before Mike could respond, he got up and slipped to the end of the classroom. The reason for choosing this position is that no one else will see the writing and writing from this angle.
two seconds.
Jay let out a long sigh of relief as he put down his pen, and a few seconds later the professor came halfway around the classroom and came to him.
The old professor pushed the lens on the bridge of his nose: "Huh? Why do I seem to remember that you just sat in front?"
Jay snorted and handed the just-finished report to the professor. The latter took it and swept it in his hand, and suddenly asked unexpectedly, "Why is your paper still hot?"
Jay: "..."
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