Gordon reached out and patted Schiller on the shoulder in the hospital corridor. Schiller jumped, and Gordon looked at him suspiciously. "Why are you acting so sneaky? Don't you have an alibi?... Wait, you do have an alibi, right?"
As Gordon's puzzled gaze gradually turned suspicious, Schiller, standing by the door, sighed. "Of course I have an alibi. Pamela can testify for me. But more importantly, actually, I..."
"Actually, this professor would never create such a clumsy crime scene." A voice came from inside the room. Schiller jumped again, and when he turned around, he saw Bruce's face.
"Professor, I hope you weren't so heartbroken over my transfer to the Physics Department that you haven't come to class for a week." Bruce folded his arms and looked at Schiller.
"There's one thing you got right." Schiller refused to back down. "I did stop going to class because you transferred to the Physics Department, but not because I was sad. It was because I'd finally escaped the nightmare of reading your papers. I needed to celebrate!"
Without even looking at Bruce, he walked past him into the room. Gordon stepped forward, bumped Bruce's shoulder, and said, "Seriously, you should've told him before changing majors. Not everyone can accept their star pupil transferring to another department."
"Star pupil?" Bruce turned his eyes toward Gordon. "Aisha is more of a star pupil than I am."
With that, he also entered the room. Gordon stood where he was with his hands on his hips, sensing the subtle atmosphere between them and shaking his head in confusion.
At first, Schiller and Bruce had gotten along fairly well. They could be considered both teacher and friends.
But later, their relationship turned into one of mutual torment. On top of their teacher-student conflicts, they acquired another layer