Chapter 1415: Return of the Old Days (XIV)

"Okay, kids, I'm going to the cafeteria to eat. If you have any questions, send them directly to my email. Don't forget to mark your name. I will reply to you within a week." Schiller tidied up the books and materials on the table and said.

The trainee agents who were asking questions around him all looked a little regretful. A blonde baby-faced girl leaned her elbows on the podium and said with her hands on her face: "Doctor, are you going to abandon us for Stark? Don't let those tabloids have a chance to succeed."

"Go ahead, Catherine, you can take the can of frosted sugar cookies I put under the podium, as long as you are not afraid of wasting the whole weekend in the dentist's office." Schiller said with a smile.

Catherine puffed up her cheeks and said, "Don't try to bribe me. Omar said you told him that you would bring him Captain America's shield cookies next week. I'm jealous. It's a limited edition."

"Then you should ask the rich guy next to you. No one is more familiar with Captain America than him." Schiller shrugged and said.

"Come on." Kathryn curled her lips and said disdainfully. At this time, a short girl with brown hair and freckles on her face squeezed over and said with a smile: "You have to go, Kathryn. I still want to know whether the captain stayed overnight at his house."

"Marlonnie, don't act like a gossip reporter, okay?" Kathryn said with some dissatisfaction: "I'm not your drone to spy on the enemy."

"Hey! Hey! Girls, do you have anything to say about Captain America staying overnight at my house?" Stark clapped his hands, stretched out a finger, shook it in the air and said: "His taste in clothes is old-fashioned. Can you imagine it? A dark brown plaid sweater with a turtleneck."

The short girl called Marlonnie immediately squeezed to Stark's side with shining eyes, chasing behind Schiller and Stark who were walking out, and asked in a string of words: "Did you see how he dressed, was it afterwards or the next morning? Did you compare...? I mean, you know, 'you have more and I have less'. "

Schiller tilted his head helplessly to one side, looked at Marloni from above his glasses and said: "Miss, if you write the analysis report with such enthusiasm, you will be able to report to Nick's special operations team next year."

"I am preparing to write a paper on the interpersonal communication of superheroes. I want to know whether the behavior and social interaction of these people with superpowers are different from those of ordinary people. What do you think of this choice of material? Doctor?"

"Not bad, but I advise you not to write about Captain America." Schiller blinked and said: "He doesn't understand some code words like 'how much'."

"Oh, we are here." Marloni exclaimed and said: "I won't bother you. I have to find Catherine and ask her about the previous witnessing of Spider-Man saving people. She is also a good research subject. Bye."

The short girl disappeared in a flash. Schiller and Stark sat down face to face at the window and began to order food. The waiter robot used for ordering recorded their choices. Not long after, the sumptuous dishes were served on the table.

Schiller ordered a Provencal vegetable soup, and the main course was a salmon with meat sauce, while Stark had a Lyon salad with sausage, half an onion pie, and mussels with lemon juice.

"Director Nick was extremely generous and remembered to hire a French chef for these little guys, but he made a wrong decision, which was to abandon the SHIELD cafeteria, which led to Natasha and Barton coming here every day for free meals." Schiller scooped a little vegetable soup into his mouth and said.

"If Nick moved the SHIELD cafeteria to France, the French would chop off his head." Stark cut the onion pie with a knife and fork, and raised one eyebrow funny, saying.

"What do you want to see me about?"

"Can't I just have lunch with you?"

"Do you want me to include this in your mental health maintenance budget?" Schiller cut a piece of salmon and chewed while saying, "We still have a lot of accounts to settle, such as you told Nick that my mental state is not healthy and I can't make more than ten appointments a week, which forced me to come here to give lectures to pass the time."

Stark laughed and said, "Are you complaining?"

"You know that the men and women who make appointments for my treatment don't have any psychological problems other than showing off their wealth and social status, but you are still trying to influence my normal practice."

"And I'm thanking Nick for giving me another career. It feels good to listen to the troubles of these trainees."

"Self-deception, and..." Stark pressed the tip of the knife against the shell of the mussel, peeled off the meat with a fork, put it into his mouth and said: "The adolescent troubles of trainee agents are not enough to make up for the emptiness of your inability to practice. You must have done something else to make you energetic and radiant now. I know this state too well."

Schiller paused slightly with his knife and fork, took a sip of red wine, and then said: "No, you don't know me. In fact, no one doesn't like to get a lot of mental health management fees without working, right?"

Stark sneered, full of disdain and ridicule. He put a piece of sausage into his mouth and said, "You know what? The wisdom that mentally ill patients can burst out in fighting nurses and hiding medicine is far beyond their normal level. The most professional polygraph team can't detect their lies."

"Do you think I'm lying?"

"Aren't you?"

Stark's tone was very sharp, which forced Batman to say in his heart: "Do you really want to provoke him like this?"

But Schiller was not angry at all. He just shrugged and said, "If you think so, then go find the medicine I hid. I bet you can't find it because there is none."

Stark pursed his lips, raised the corner of his mouth and said, "No, you are implying that I am like a headless fly. The universe is spinning, but I don't plan to do that. "

"What are you going to do?"

"Let you do some substantive work for your mental health management fee income, which can not only lower Pepper and Obadiah's blood pressure, but also prove that I am right."

About half an hour later, Schiller sat on the sofa in Hell's Kitchen, looked at Stark across and said, "So you plan to keep an eye on me 24 hours a day?"

"Simple, but effective."

Schiller shook his head, walked to the kitchen as if helpless and began to check the ingredients in the refrigerator. Batman said in Stark's mind, "I don't think it's a good idea for you to provoke him like this. Let me make it clear that I may not be able to beat him in a battle, and I don't think you can either."

"Why do you always think we will fight?" Stark Tucker asked in confusion: "What happened between you and the Schiller you know? Do you often fight?"

"Worse than that." Batman pondered as if he was hesitating, but he still said: "When I entered his mind tower, I saw me in another universe, and I glimpsed his memory."

"In that universe, Schiller was his teacher, and he could be called his father, but..."

Batman's voice disappeared, and Stark's curiosity was aroused. He asked: "But what? What happened to the two of them?"

"It's hard to say." Batman gave an evaluation and said: "But I advise you not to piss him off. We share a body now, and I don't think we should waste time in the hospital."

Stark sneered again "No matter what kind of Schiller you know, I know my friend well, he won't be angry."

"Even if you invade his private territory in a way that can be called surveillance and stay here?"

"Your words are too vicious." Stark said in disbelief: "Can't you come here as a guest in a way of companionship?"

Batman was silent for a while and said: "But your purpose is to monitor, and he understands it."

"My purpose is to accompany, of course he understands." Stark raised his voice and said: "He will appreciate any of us and will not refuse our company. This is a rare good time, which has not happened for a long time."

"Wait and see."

"I guess you can only hold on here until five o'clock in the evening." Schiller put a glass of water on the table in front of Stark and said: "The genius inspiration in your mind urges you to go back to the laboratory to create some great civilization achievements for mankind, instead of sitting here watching soap operas."

Stark picked up the glass of water, patted the sofa next to him and said: "Yes, let's watch it together. When do you think the heroine will find out that her husband is cheating? "

"Her husband didn't cheat on her. He got cancer, so he pretended to cheat on her so that the heroine would divorce him."

"Oh my god, it's even more ridiculous than I thought."

Time passed quickly. At about 4:30, the sound of a car backing into a garage sounded next to the house. Stark looked at his watch and stood up and said, "Very good, you are right. Now the genius Stark is going to make some contributions to human civilization. You can watch this show with Steve. I guess he will cry his eyes out."

Schiller sat on the sofa and looked up at him. After a while, a chill came from the door. Steve rushed in and pointed his thumb outside the door: "Hurry, Tony, deal with those traffic police following me. I didn't turn on the dashcam. "

Stark took the car keys and walked out. Steve picked up the kettle and gulped down a bellyful of water. Then he sat down on the sofa, looked at Schiller with blue eyes and asked, "Are you feeling better? Dr. Schiller, how are you feeling recently?"

Schiller took the remote control to change the channel. In the slightly dim room, the colorful light of the TV program shone on his eyes. Steve stood up again, pulled his sweater down hard, and then went to turn on the light.

"Hey, I want to watch that. I'm learning to cook recently." Steve pointed at the TV and said, he sat down again, staring at the cooking program on TV without blinking.

With a bang, the window behind him opened. Stark threw the car keys on the windowsill and said, "Done, Steve, make sure he doesn't leave your sight tonight, including when you put on that old brown plaid sweater. Peter must come tomorrow morning." Steve made an OK gesture to him without looking back, and then focused on the TV show. "You are right to leave." Batman commented in Stark's mind: "If you argue with him again about whether the heroine's husband is mentally cheating, he will definitely beat you up." "He won't, because her husband is mentally cheating." "There is no basis. You are not suitable for reasoning." "You are not good at learning." "I want to beat you now." "But you can't." Batman fell silent, as if he was thinking about the possibility of beating Stark in his mind. But perhaps thinking that this might also hurt himself, he gave up this plan, and then began to secretly look forward to the day when Schiller beat him up. He firmly believed that there would be such a day.