"The second round of internships will no longer be simulated internships on campus. You must go to Arkham Asylum and familiarize yourselves with its treatment procedures..."
In a Gotham University classroom, Schiller was explaining the requirements for the second-round internships when he gave a light cough. Evans, seated in the front row, immediately jolted awake in confusion. Seeing Schiller staring at him, he cleared his throat and lowered his head.
Schiller continued, "The next two months will be your best opportunity to engage with society. If you want to find relatively respectable work in this city, then the city's fifteen hospitals qualified to provide psychiatric and psychological treatment will be your way out..."
"Next, I'll introduce the specific details of these hospitals..."
The moment Schiller finished speaking, he stopped again. Evans had fallen asleep once more. He sighed and did not wake him. After class, he called Evans over to the podium and asked, "What's wrong with you? Why are you so exhausted?"
"Uh, sorry, Professor..." Evans rubbed his eyes. "I've been a little busy lately and going to bed rather late..."
Evans sighed inwardly. He knew Schiller was definitely unhappy. Schiller hated it when people slept in his class.
For the past four years, Evans had always presented himself as diligent and hardworking. He had never once fallen asleep in class.
But Evans had troubles he could not voice. Internships at Gotham University were not mandatory, but with Schiller there, nobody dared skip them. The first-round internship was called an internship, but it was really just analyzing simulated cases, more like a group assignment.
Yet in Gotham, there were not many people who took studying seriously, and even fewer who had any skill. Basically, Evans had completed the entire major assignment by himself.
Moreover, as the logistics industry gradually