Chapter 763: Gotham Spring Breeze (Part 1) (Patreon)

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Schiller scanned the students in the classroom and spoke, "I know that you've all been brought in by some people. Those who brought you here might have told you to study well, to come out and work for them. They might have emphasized the importance of working diligently, mastering every knowledge point, avoiding misunderstandings in your future work, and preventing losses for them..."

"Perhaps, you are working towards these goals. Am I right?"

The room fell silent, everyone exchanging glances. Though unspoken, they all knew that the answer in each other's hearts was affirmative.

Most of the students present were relatively young, with the oldest barely in their twenties. They mostly belonged to the lower echelons of gangs, chosen for their agility and technical skills. They had engaged in technical work and seized this opportunity to be sent here.

Their gang leaders didn't provide them with motivational speeches or parental guidance. They simply instructed them to study well, with consequences for failure.

However, everyone felt a bit confused as to why Schiller was addressing this now. Then they heard Schiller say, "Regardless of where you come from or the purpose you have in being here, I must tell you that your learning is not for anyone else but yourselves. It's for your future, your living conditions..."

"Perhaps, some of you didn't come here willingly, carrying various tasks on your shoulders..." Schiller's gaze fell on Miss Goth as he continued, "But those are tasks imposed on you by others. Think back, have you ever done something for yourselves from birth until now?"

"I know many of your answers might be no. Your bosses tell you to do something, you do it. Your superiors tell you to do something, you do it. If you're lucky, your parents tell you to do something, you do it..."

"This isn't your fault. Everyone's circumstances are different, and not everyone has the ability to break free from their current environment. But now, the opportunity has come."

Schiller surveyed the room and saw everyone attentively listening. He continued, "I can assure you that no one can meddle in here, not even the famous Twelve Families you might be familiar with."

"Perhaps you've heard about the notorious incident with Bruce Wayne under my supervision. I'm not boasting, but entering this school, even if your last name is Wayne, you must study hard."

"No shady methods will work. The only way to leave here is to graduate. This school is your only chance to do something for yourselves."

"Break free from the commands of your mob bosses, no longer live a life where you're bullied and have no choices. Abandon those foolish and shallow ideas, don't use your life or marriage as bargaining chips. Make it your primary goal in life."

Schiller tapped the table again and said, "Of course, I know some habits are not easy to change. But from today, when there are no classes, I will personally come to supervise you."

"As for what consequences await if you don't study well..."

Schiller gave a fake smile and said, "You won't want to know."

Everyone felt a chill down their spine. After all, even in appearance and demeanor, Schiller was unlike other university professors.

Taking Victor standing beside him as an example, if Victor gave the feeling of a refreshing breeze, Schiller gave the feeling of a breeze in Gotham, accompanied by a bone-chilling drizzle. In just a few minutes, he could cool a person from head to toe.

As the students left the large classroom, discussions ensued. Many still didn't understand Schiller's intentions, but soon, Schiller made everyone understand through practical actions what he intended to do.

Classes started quickly. Today's class began unusually early, and like the previous day, Schiller sat in the back with a notebook, listening to the lecture. However, unlike before, students dozing off during the lecture would suddenly have a halo appear over their heads.

Initially, they would protest, complaining and holding their heads. However, soon they would see Schiller's stern gaze, and they would swallow their words.

What happened next was even more terrifying.

Though these students were young, they were gang members and had developed a violent temper from a young age. Some were dissatisfied with Schiller's actions. A tall African-American student, waving his arms and cursing in slang, decided to leave the classroom.

He intended to leave this dreadful place. After all, he didn't like studying, and if it weren't for his gang leader being unable to find anyone else, he wouldn't be here.

Then, he was brought in front of his gang leader by force.

Schiller pointed at the gang leader with the tip of his umbrella and asked him, "Your man sent over doesn't want to study and even dared to provoke the teacher. What do you plan to do?"

Gangs were not isolated. As mentioned earlier, these small gangs generally operated under the big gangs, most of which were obedient to the Twelve Families.

In this city, many people were perceptive. Therefore, many eyes were on Schiller, and many knew this professor had something extraordinary about him. When he personally went to a gang in a certain area, this news spread layer by layer to the leaders of the Twelve Families.

The telephone rang continuously in the North District, lighting up one dot after another. Each call connected the dots into lines, and soon, the entire North District lit up.

"What's going on? Why did Professor Rodriguez go to Andy's territory? Did that kid do something wrong again?"

"Andy says he doesn't know. He just smuggled a couple of cigar boxes. But I heard that Professor seems to really like cigars. Could he be eyeing those two boxes?"

"Stop talking, stop talking. You guys got it wrong. It's not Andy's territory; it's obviously under Lady Oak's control. That woman must have stirred up some rotten trouble again."

"What? What did he say? Professor didn't go to the Four Big Gangs under her, but to a small gang in a neighborhood? Oh, I know, the Shining Bar on Lilac Street. Yes, I've seen their two bouncers at the entrance. What happened to them?"

"Studying? What does studying have to do with anything?"

"What? Just because some students aren't studying well, he went directly to them? That's too much! He's ignoring our rules..."

"I have to tell my father; he will make a decision..."

And so, the news spread layer by layer until it reached Godfather Falcone's ears.

Falcone personally called the gang, spoke with Schiller over the phone, and then, the Gotham Gang immediately implemented a new rule.

Outside of the school, people could do as they pleased, but once you entered as a student, your societal identity was reduced to one—Gotham University student.

Students within the school were not subject to any gang influence. During their time at the school, if anyone tried to leave, the gangs were responsible for bringing them back. Before graduation, they had to stay within the school.

Moreover, if a gang member failed an exam, encountered an accident during Schiller's visits, or there were casualties, the Godfather wouldn't seek justice for them.

With this rule in place, the gangs didn't strongly resist. After all, wasn't it just making their people stay in school? That was simple.

The gangs also didn't want these students to run away. They had paid a high price to send them for training. If they wanted to quit studying, there were only two options—pay with money or pay with their lives.

Now, all the students in the school knew that there was no way for them to escape. The only way out was to graduate.

But someone might wonder, if they can't escape, can't they unite and resist? Some tried, and Schiller showed them what Gotham Spring Breeze truly meant.

However, Gotham Spring Breeze froze people for a few minutes, while Schiller only needed two seconds.

Except for Victor, who had some reservations about Schiller using freeze technology for disciplining students, everyone else expressed a hundred percent approval.

Once his authority was established, Schiller intensified his approach. In this aspect, he had ample experience, coming from a country that excelled in tough exams.

Classes started at 7:30 AM? Why not sleep the whole day? The first class bell rang at 6:50 AM, and the wake-up bell was set at 5:30 AM.

Morning classes from 7:00 AM to 12:30 PM, lunch from 12:30 PM to 1:00 PM, and practical classes in the afternoon starting at 1:10 PM. What? No nap? Why not rest the whole day?

Of course, Schiller was relatively humane. He canceled the relatively dull evening self-study and instead introduced some physical education classes for self-defense. After all, in Gotham's security situation, one had to survive before making money.

Evening classes ended at 8:00 PM, lights out at 9:00 PM. This technical college was militarized, truly militarized, not just an adjective. The heavy weapons sponsored by Wayne Family were fixed on the fences on both sides of the teaching building.

Surprisingly, the students adapted quite well. The next day, the rate of latecomers significantly dropped. Although many were still sleepy, they managed to stay awake for the lectures.

But there was a reason for this. After all, their previous living conditions were not that great. During the busiest times in the logistics industry, these young workers with technical skills practically worked day and night. Rain or shine, if there was a call, they had to go, or else it wouldn't be as simple as getting fired; they might get shot.

Though they were studying from early morning to late at night in school, at least the food was much better than before, and sleep was sufficiently restful. During sleep hours, nobody disturbed them, allowing them to wake up refreshed, with better energy recovery.

Children who grew up in the slums, mingling with gangs, were different from pampered children in their parents' embrace. They had a stronger tolerance, and those who weren't strong had already been naturally eliminated.

But there was one exception, Tracey Goth. She was more delicate than pampered children in the big city, and simply waking up early and sleeping early was challenging for her.

Not to mention, Schiller stood behind her group all the time. If she dared to be lazy, Schiller would use the ice spikes shot from his umbrella to freeze her in place for the whole day.

For Miss Goth, turning into an ice sculpture wasn't very harmful, but it was extremely insulting. What she couldn't tolerate the most was losing face.

Under such coercion, she could only obediently follow the teacher's arrangements—screwing screws when needed, rolling tires when needed. Often, she would crawl under cars to repair them, ending up covered in dirt.

Tracey did try to call her mother to go back home, but at that time, Mrs. Goth had her own concerns.

With a heart full of despair, Tracey was forced to continue dedicating herself to the noble cause of labor—study well, every day, and move forward.

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