Chapter 78 :Return

Despite some waves, Jay finally managed to rescue Waller's two agents from the bottom of the sea. When he flew the two to the meeting place specified by Waller, the fat woman thanked me mechanically, but her face looked insincere. Then she euphemistically explained that they would talk about confidential topics next, hoping Jay would leave.

Jay doesn't have any special opinions about this. Based on his knowledge of Amanda Waller in the comics, if the Waller in front of you is even half similar to the comics, then you must not expect her to send you a little red. Spend it as a reward. Jay simply expressed his condolences to Helena to confirm that she was okay, and was finally pulled by Sisco to officially express his high respect again, and then waved goodbye to leave.

But Waller made him avoid it because he could clearly hear their so-called confidential conversation even if he flew outside the atmosphere. In addition, what she wanted to ask Jay had heard Sisko say while underwater. It was nothing more than the question of the true nature and whereabouts of the mysterious space-time energy body that caused all of this, and Waller would be very disappointed. It was discovered that her agent could not answer both of these questions.

Waller started a fire, but there was nothing he could do. Someone noticed the existence of the energy body that disrupted time and space faster than they did, and took it as their own. Regardless of their background and purpose, they will certainly not disappear.

But these are the headlines of Waller's next headache list, not Jay's. Jay's first headache now is that Father Sun should have moved to the top of Metropolis lazily at the moment. There are only less than 20 minutes left before his first class on Thursday morning, and he is currently before class. The classroom is about two thousand miles away.

Even for the new Superman, it seems to be a little bit difficult to be late for class today.

Jay has never measured how fast he is, and feels completely at a loss as to whether he can be on time. He galloped all the way, with a red and blue whirlwind swept across the steel and concrete rooms of the city, the endless plains and the woods, and the bandits rushed into the metropolis aggressively like the village. The moment he flew past the towering Lex Building, there was a thunderous boom, almost shaking the glass on the outside of the building that was as bright as its owner's bald roof shattered in unison.

He returned to the dormitory at super speed with less than a minute left and changed his clothes-Mike had chosen the same section as him, so at this point his roommate had obviously gone to the classroom-and then he rolled like a hurricane. Come out and fly to his classroom at a speeding invisible to the naked eye.

It's a pity that even though he could run through the bullets and beat the sound, after all, he could not exceed the class bell. He appeared at the door three seconds after the bell ended, and the professor on the podium glanced at him sideways: "You are late, Mr. Reynolds. And what's the matter with your hair?"

Jay only noticed his hair messed up by the wind just now, and he couldn't help but awkwardly pressed the two most arrogant hairs on the top of his head: "Ah sorry, I... uh... .... The bus was delayed."

The professor's face clearly wrote unbelief, but he had a very good impression of this clever student in the first week, so he said: "Find a seat and sit down. We are about to start."

The privilege of good students, students with poor grades often do not get such preferential treatment. Jay walked into the classroom and caught a glimpse of the roommate who was gesturing at him in the third row. There was an empty seat over there.

Jay sat next to Mike, he immediately leaned in and asked in a low voice, "Hi, buddy, did you not come back last night?"

"Hmm." Jay didn't deny it.

"What did you do?"

"Go... hey." Jay lied, he thought it should be a more credible statement for Mike.

"Okay, kid." Mike really bought it. He smirked and slapped Jay on the shoulder. "I guess, is there a company?"

"It's... yes."

"Really? Is she pretty? Blond or black?"

"Actually, it's an'it'." Jay replied subconsciously. The Kryptonian ancient dragon he encountered last night could not help appearing in his mind. At this moment, his ears still seemed to be echoing with a deafening roar underwater, "and it is quite Difficult guy."

Mike choked, with a weird look: "Seriously, what did you do last night?"

The conversation ended here for the time being, because the professor stood on the podium to moisten his throat and said loudly, "Okay, now everyone, take out the essay report that I assigned last week. I will come now. Close."

Jay's face instantly looked as if he had been stabbed by kryptonite-oh he seemed to find that he wasn't afraid of kryptonite, but it didn't matter. He hurriedly forgot that there was one more thing. This whole week he had other things in his mind. As for this homework task that he estimated could be completed in a few seconds at super speed, he threw it to be completed. The very end of the matter, until completely ignored.

"Who else will personally accept homework inspections these years," Jay couldn't help but complain. "Can't he submit for review online?"

"A lot of classes are like this, but there are always old professors who prefer a conservative approach. They say that paper can't be replaced by electronic devices." Mike said, suddenly realized that his roommate's face was wrong, "Wait, are you still? Didn't you start writing?"

Jay didn't answer any more and began to observe the situation calmly. If he tells the professor that he hopes to hand it in next time, it is not impossible based on the good impression he gave the professor before, but the delay in the first homework will definitely not help him to add points to the professor. Fortunately, the old professor seemed to choose to start the inspection from the other side of the classroom, which gave him a chance.

He glanced back and confirmed that there were still a few lonely empty seats in the corner of the last row.

"Uh, I think... maybe I'd better change my position."

"what?"

Before Mike could respond, he got up and slipped to the end of the classroom. The reason for choosing this position is that no one else will see Fenjijishu at this angle.

Two seconds.

Jay let out a long sigh of relief when he put down the pen, and the professor walked around the classroom a few seconds later and came to him.

The old professor pushed the lens on the bridge of his nose: "Huh? Why do I seem to remember that you just sat in front?"

Jay slapped haha ​​and handed the report that had just been completed to the professor. The latter took it in his hand and scanned it roughly, and suddenly asked unexpectedly: "Why is your paper still hot?"

Jay: "..."