mtl008 Chapter 3805 The School Doctor's "Daily Life" (2)
Chapter 3805 The School Doctor's "Daily Life" (2)
Chapter 3805 The School Doctor's "Daily Life" (Part 20)
Night Owl sensed Schiller's cold attitude, and his heart sank. He told himself not to rush, so he didn't say anything, nodded, and went to the next room.
Schiller found it odd: this guy clearly had something on his mind and was coming for him, yet he'd just casually shooed him away. Was there really a Batman in the multiverse with such a thin skin?
Schiller ignored him; he still had a ton of lines to memorize. Just as he was about to refocus on his lines, Batman from Arkham came out from upstairs.
"I have some things to attend to, so I'll be leaving now, Doctor." Arkham Batman left the office.
Schiller shook his head helplessly, ignoring it. But Night Owl in the next ward tensed up as soon as he saw Batman Arkham emerge from his office.
His guess was right; this guy must have been trying to win over Schiller and had said something to him, otherwise Schiller wouldn't have been so hostile. Thinking about the progress happening with Batman in the main universe, he couldn't sit still any longer.
He went to Schiller's office again, pulling him aside to ask about magic, rambling on and on, which annoyed Schiller.
These lines are already difficult to memorize, and Mephisto especially loves to rehearse with him. If that old devil finds out he hasn't memorized his lines, he'll definitely complain to Chris. Chris is no pushover; he has to memorize most of the inner monologues tonight.
But Night Owl was like a dog stuck to a bench; he'd rather make small talk than leave. Schiller, worried about the script being leaked, didn't dare chat with him while reading, and could only sit there to kill time.
He did want to kick Night Owl out, but he was paid to be the school doctor, and he couldn't just do nothing. Since Night Owl insisted on doing psychological counseling, he couldn't just kick him out.
They dawdled on until lunchtime, and Schiller tried to use lunch as an excuse to slip away, but the Night Owl wouldn't let him go and insisted on inviting him to lunch.
As Night Owl and Schiller walked into the restaurant together, the main universe Batman's eyebrows twitched. He looked at Arkham Batman.
“I did it on purpose,” Arkham Batman said. “Although there’s a chance of something going wrong if he has more contact with Dr. Schiller, it would be very beneficial for us if Dr. Schiller got tired of him.”
“The doctor does seem pretty annoying,” the main universe Batman said. “They don’t seem to have much in common.”
“We don’t have much in common with him,” Arkham Batman said. “He’s not a professor, and he has nothing to talk about with someone like Batman who is hopeless and refuses to take his medication. The longer you spend with him, the more annoying he becomes.”
The adventure Batman walks over, sits next to the main universe Batman, and asks him, "How's your forgery coming along?"
"It should be finished by tomorrow morning," said the main universe Batman. "I'll get up early tomorrow morning and put the books in the library. Night Owl should be looking up information as early as tomorrow night."
"What did you write on it?" Arkham Batman asked, cutting a piece of steak. He didn't believe the main universe Batman hadn't dug a hole in the encyclopedia.
"Just some funny stories, nothing to brag about," the main universe Batman said with a smile.
In the afternoon, the door to the school hospital office was knocked on again, and Schiller looked up to find a person wearing a baseball cap.
"Doctor, we have a meeting tomorrow morning to rehearse the scene. Here's the schedule; the director and producer will be there, so don't be late."
Schiller nodded, took the schedule from him, and glanced at it. The start time wasn't too early, just in time for the students' classes. However, perhaps to avoid disrupting regular teaching activities, the rehearsal was to be held in the library.
Chris is a very demanding director. Before filming officially begins, he requires the actors to gather together for a discussion and rehearsal. This is actually a necessary process in general film production, only the scale can vary.
Because filming and teaching need to be done simultaneously, the exchange conference will be broken down into smaller parts. Tomorrow's first session will feature the main actors' scenes together, followed by the supporting cast. The timing has been coordinated and will not conflict with the teaching sessions.
Schiller still has scenes with the young mages, specifically when they come to the school clinic to consult him about potions. To keep them away, he deliberately acts rudely and tries to scare them. This scene has quite a few lines, and Schiller spent most of the afternoon memorizing them.
Although he might be performing in a morbid manner, we certainly can't expect him to memorize the lines himself. Their memories are shared, so only he can do it.
To make sure he remembered it better, Schiller reviewed it several times, even writing it down from memory, staying up late into the night before finally sleeping soundly until dawn.
Schiller got up at just the right time, tidied himself up, grabbed the wizard's hat and staff needed for filming, and some medicine jars and other things to use as temporary set pieces, and then headed to the library.
When he arrived, two monks were guarding the corridor. The monks nodded to him. Schiller asked curiously, "What are you two doing here? Do you have a play to perform today?"
“Oh, no,” one of the female mages said with a smile. “We need to add a barrier to the library corridor to prevent unrelated people from barging in and overhearing the script, which could lead to spoilers.”
Schiller nodded and said, "Then what reason?"
"Routine maintenance," the male monk said. "Actually, today is a closed day, so adding an extra barrier is just for safety reasons."
Schiller understood. It was really about keeping an eye on Batman. Most people wouldn't go into the library if it was closed, but Batman wouldn't care; only a magical barrier could stop them.
When Schiller went in, the two mages had already set up the magic barrier and left a note on it: "Under maintenance today, no unauthorized personnel allowed."
Upon entering the library, it was already bustling with activity. The film crew had gathered together, unloading their equipment from the portal. Although it was just an exchange meeting, they still needed to film some behind-the-scenes footage, and the cameras were already set up.
The young mages, the main characters, were chattering away, discussing the script. They quieted down for a moment when Schiller approached, but after giving him a once-over, they quickly returned to normal.
Having spent so much time with Schiller during the filming of the first movie, they had figured out some patterns in his behavior. Sometimes the doctor could be cold and aloof, sometimes smiling but intimidating, and sometimes simply gentle and kind. He seemed to be in a good mood today, and the little sorcerers weren't as tense.
After everyone was seated, the director began explaining the scene. Chris, as always, was radiant and full of enthusiasm, making what was essentially an ordinary plot incredibly entertaining. Mephisto listened, nodding and clapping as if he wanted to become his sworn brother.
After the director finished speaking, the producer said a couple of perfunctory words, and then the actors discussed among themselves. Schiller first went over his inner monologue with Mephisto, the young sorcerers also did their own internal monologue, and then the two sides went over their own monologues.
After rehearsing the scene, you have to tell the director your feelings, including what you were thinking when filming the scene, how you felt about the character, what you thought about your co-star, whether you encountered any problems with your performance, and whether you felt any lines were inappropriate.
The process was tedious, almost like making conversation out of nothing. But Schiller knew it was necessary, especially for the young mages. They didn't have the same resilience as adults, and if they felt awkward and continued acting, it was easy for their expressions and behavior to show their resistance, which could affect the audience's emotions and was also bad for their own mental health.
Schiller only made a brief appearance, while Chris mainly listened to the young actors' ideas. As someone who would be acting alongside them, Schiller didn't leave, but sat aside and listened to their discussions with the director.
"...Everything else was fine. Our discussion about investigating the potion was natural and pleasant, and the part about going to the school hospital, although a bit tense, I found it very immersive. However, there's just one problem: I don't quite understand the illustrated guide we found in the library..."
“Me too,” another protagonist chimed in. “It’s that thick book. The stuff in it is so technical. All I can understand are the pictures. And I have to point to the book and talk about it in a very professional way. I even think it’s fake.”
“It looks pretty fake to me too.” The third protagonist said, “Your eyes are clearly saying ‘What the hell is this?’ You don’t look like you understand it at all. The director said that in the script, you are the smartest of the three of us, and you can understand any book at a glance, so your performance in this part is not good.”
The others chimed in. Chris was a bit confused, so he had them act it out again. It turned out that it was true; the Asian boy, who was supposedly the smartest of the main characters, opened the book and his eyes were practically bulging with confusion. Even though he tried hard to pretend he understood, his expression and demeanor clearly showed that he was completely bewildered.
“Haven’t you guys read this book before?” Chris said, calling over the assistant director. “Didn’t I tell you to show them what they need to see beforehand?”
The assistant director was also bewildered. He said, "I showed them everything, including Saphir's notes and the encyclopedia of magical creatures. I showed them two months in advance and even had someone explain it to them."
Chris pointed out the scene to him. The assistant director quickly went over to check, initially not noticing anything amiss, assuming the young actor wasn't in good spirits. It wasn't until the assistant director saw the book and his eyes started to gleam with irritation that Chris realized something was wrong.
He quickly went over, picked up the book, flipped through a couple of pages, then frowned in pain, closed his eyes, and said, "Jesus, this reminds me of when I was taking an ancient art history course at NYU. What is all this stuff?"
Schiller was also curious; he had wanted to read the book before, but it had already been borrowed when he arrived. He went over to take a look, and unsurprisingly, he was also confused by the words.
Schiller was a highly educated intellectual, and it wasn't like he hadn't read professional papers. He had tackled even the most difficult and obscure psychology and sociology papers during his school years, yet he was still amazed by the incredible combinations and arrangements of English words.
He examined the book more closely and then discovered the anomaly. Although the book was entirely about popularizing various magical creatures and plants, its way of thinking and writing style had absolutely nothing to do with magic; it was purely rational and logical thinking. The contradiction between content and style was too obvious. Magicians could understand it but were not familiar with it, while scientists were familiar with it but couldn't understand it.
But Schiller couldn't help but marvel at the extraordinary talent who wrote this book. Could the props department really have such a genius?
What he didn't notice was that Chris's eyes were getting brighter and brighter, and in the end, his hand holding the book was trembling.
"I'll be inducted into the Hall of Fame because of this!" he suddenly shouted. "We're making history! This is a brand new milestone!!"