"Later, take this report to Mrs. Felton at the Dean's office. As for the club, wait until after final exams to organize anything. I doubt the students have much free time to worry about that now."
Evans nodded, holding a stack of documents in his arms. "Indeed. Almost everyone has been studying hard. Even those with records of skipping class have been going to the library a lot lately."
Schiller rummaged through his desk, then handed him another stack of papers. "Although I told you the entire book was important, at your current level, trying to memorize the whole thing would be a fool's dream. This contains the scope of materials for the essay topics. Tell them to finish reading it as soon as possible..."
Just then, Bruce knocked on the door. Evans said, "Then I won't disturb you any longer, Professor. I'll get everything arranged as soon as possible."
After Bruce entered, he casually pulled over a chair and sat down. As Schiller tidied the textbooks on his desk, he asked, "Finished reviewing?"
"Of course. There wasn't that much to review." Bruce was quite proud of his intelligence and memory.
"You'd better make sure your essay passes. Otherwise, I'll call your butler... What was his name again?"
"Uh, Alfred, Professor. My butler's name is Alfred."
"Oh, right. If you fail this exam, I'll call your butler Alfred."
Bruce fell silent for a moment. "Fine. Give me some more materials..."
He had a strange feeling. Schiller's utterly matter-of-fact attitude about "calling the parents" made him feel like he was being treated as some little brat. He was somewhat indignant, but the moment he imagined that scene, Bruce decided he should probably go home and read some more.
"What are you planning to do over break?"
"I have a lot to