Chapter 2310 Gotham Music Festival (Twenty-Three)

Clark put down his phone, facing Diana's slightly puzzled look, shook his head and said, "Nothing, Dr. Schiller was worried that I was too excited, and told me not to think about flying with Oliver in my arms. He just sat on the boat for so long and needs to rest."

Diana sighed, walked out of the restaurant with Clark and said, "Although it seems that Dr. Schiller is very considerate, is it really necessary to call and remind him about this kind of thing?"

Clark scratched his head a little embarrassedly, "That's right, Oliver is back, I am indeed a little excited, you just said that we should go to the dock to pick him up, I really thought about just flying over with him in my arms."

Diana shook her head helplessly and said, "It seems that every Schiller is such a fortune teller, but the difference is that this Schiller seems to want to take care of every detail."

"This is also a good thing, isn't it? He can remind us to be careful at the right time. If only I had such a responsible psychologist, the ones I usually see are always perfunctory."

"You still go to see a psychologist?" Diana said in surprise: "What psychological problems do you have?"

In fact, what she didn't say was that you are probably much healthier than 99% of the people on earth, both physically and mentally, and you are simply a perfect human template.

Clark also understood what Diana meant. He shook his head and said, "Before this, someone told me that you are so powerful. What if you lose control and cause bad consequences? I just thought he was targeting me on purpose. Why do so many people think I will lose control? I am no different from humans?"

"But in Mexico, I saw the bloody consequences. After the power imbalance of humans who are much weaker than me, they can create such a tragedy. I dare not imagine what will happen to the earth if I lose control."

"Later, I discussed this issue with Martha and Jonathan. They hoped that I would not be anxious about it and comforted me as much as they could. Until I discussed this with Bruce and Lex, he They suggested that I find a psychiatrist so that I can judge my situation from the perspective of others. "

"But not every psychiatrist is so professional." Diana said: "I have dealt with some of them, and some people don't even believe what they have learned."

"Yes, I didn't expect them to be so advanced." Clark laughed and said: "Don't forget that I can read minds."

Diana also laughed. Now she understood that Clark had found another way to heal himself. Find a psychiatrist and tell him about his troubles. After listening, the psychiatrist will inevitably make a judgment in his heart, and they don't need to express it. Clark can read their thoughts completely.

Of course, a psychiatrist's opinion may be biased, but as long as you see more and learn from each other, you can judge your own state more accurately.

They walked and talked, and soon arrived at the dock. Oliver was standing at the door with his luggage. Clark stretched out his arm and waved to him vigorously, and rushed up to hug him.

Clark patted Oliver on the shoulder and said something, but Diana, who was standing far away, clearly saw him pause. Diana remembered this scene but said nothing, and greeted Oliver warmly.

Clark and Diana certainly wanted to help Oliver with his luggage. Clark took the largest box, and Diana took two bags. He wanted to help Oliver take off the big bag on his back, but Oliver supported the bag on his back and said, "Don't treat me like a child. I've traveled half the world with this bag on my back."

Diana didn't hesitate, so she let go. They quickly got on the shuttle bus and came to the bar on the other side of the beach.

Lucifer was not there, but there were no guests in the bar. There was a note on the bar, asking them to help themselves, and Diana went behind the counter to prepare cocktails.

"I'm so happy, Oliver. This is a rare event in Gotham. Bruce will definitely be very happy."

Oliver took the wine glass, smiled and said, "I can't be absent from such an important event. Where is Bruce? Why didn't he come with you?"

"Don't mention it. We went to the beach to play during the day. When Selina applied sunscreen to him, he was impatient. Now his shoulder is sunburned. I don't know if he has returned from the hospital yet."

"I have never seen such a fragile Batman." Diana sighed and said, "The other Batman was shocked when he heard that he was sunburned. Although he didn't show any expression, I knew he was shocked. This was too ridiculous. "

"I'm looking forward to him being tanned like a cooked shrimp." Oliver said with a smile: "Haven't you figured it out yet? He wants to avoid this as much as possible. He has the pretentiousness of a noble son and doesn't want to associate with rednecks."

"It's a pity that I can't get red no matter how hard I try." Clark deliberately said in a proud tone: "Otherwise it would remind him that one of his best friends is a complete redneck."

"Although I want him to recover from his illness, I'm afraid I still have to go see him. There are some things I want to ask him." Oliver said after taking a sip of wine.

Clark and Diana looked at each other, but neither asked. They probably knew what Oliver and Bruce were talking about. Whenever they got together, they talked about the same things.

For these two non-humans, those philosophical exchanges and collisions of ideas were both too shallow and too profound, and they rarely had the patience to listen.

Clark was too inexperienced, and Diana was too inexperienced. One was full of passion and would do it even if he didn't listen, while the other had experienced too much and knew that she had to do it whether she listened or not.

This time was the same. They thought Oliver couldn't wait to talk to Bruce about the new achievements in Mexico and determine a new route for the next action, so they tacitly skipped this topic and started talking about the music festival instead.

"It's really hard to imagine that you would listen to rap." Diana shook her head and said, "Bruce doesn't listen, he doesn't even understand it."

"I'm sure you won't believe it." Oliver held up a finger and said mysteriously, "I went to high school with a current rap superstar."

Diana thought about it carefully, but she didn't know much about rap, let alone Clark, who always claimed that he didn't have any artistic cells, and some human arts were too advanced for Kryptonians.

"Who is it?" Diana asked.

"Tupac Shakur! The famous Tupac!" Oliver laughed and said, "Have you forgotten that I'm a Californian? I'm from Star City, but I went to high school in Marin City, Tamalpais High School, and there are many celebrities here."

This surprised Clark and Diana. Even if they didn't listen to rap, they had heard of Tupac's name. He has always been very popular and was determined to be a unique miracle in the rap world.

"But he is younger than me. I have graduated and he has not yet entered high school, so we don't know each other. But it doesn't matter. I heard that he will also come to the Gotham Music Festival. We can go and chat then."

Clark looked at Oliver with some surprise. He knew that although Oliver was more approachable than Bruce and did not look like a nobleman in his manner and words, he was actually much prouder than Bruce. Not everyone could make him take the initiative to talk to him.

Clark guessed that it might be that Oliver particularly liked Tupac's music. After all, everyone has their own preferences, and there is no rule that rich second-generations cannot like rap.

Diana noticed that Oliver raised his glass many times today, which was a bit strange. Oliver was not a drinker. In this respect, he was more like Bruce. Although he would drink a little for social occasions, he did not like to drink. When friends were together, they would have a drink for the atmosphere, but their temperament and cultivation required them to never drink like alcoholics.

Diana was about to ask indirectly when Hal and Schiller arrived. They took turns hugging Oliver. Clark made way for them, and Hal and Schiller sat next to Oliver on the left and right.

After a few pleasantries, they began to drink and chat, but they all tacitly did not mention any serious matters. After a while, Clark waved his hand and said, "You drink first, I'm going to the bathroom."

"Hey, you lose, man." Hal, who was already a little drunk, said, "Brother rules, whoever goes to the bathroom first loses."

"Come on, I just drank two large buckets of juice before I came. I don't have a steel bladder, so I have to go. This game doesn't count. Wait until I come back."

After that, Clark staggered away. He could let the alcohol anesthetize his body and get drunk like a normal person.

Schiller stood up and said, "I have to go and see him. Whether there is a steel bladder or not, I am sure Lucifer can't afford to renovate a steel bathroom. What if Clark falls..."

Just when he said this, he heard a loud noise from the bathroom, and Schiller rushed over.

After he rushed in, Clark was standing by the sink. He waved his fist. The sound just now was obviously the sonic boom of his fist, and nothing was broken.

Clark supported the sink with both hands, sighed and said, "Doctor, you are right. Oliver is in a bad mood. He is hiding something from us."

Schiller raised his eyebrows at him, obviously meaning whether you know what it is. Clark shook his head and said, "I can't pry into other people's secrets like this. This is immoral. He is willing to tell us in person and I read his mind directly. It's completely different."

Clark was a little nervous. He thought Schiller might refute this view. In fact, he was a little entangled. It was his responsibility to help his friends solve their problems, but he also knew that humans value privacy very much, especially Oliver, so reading his mind would definitely make him angry.

But if he didn't read it, if something really happened, it would be too late to regret it. Halfway through drinking, Clark couldn't hold it anymore, so he called Schiller out and asked Schiller to give him a conclusion quickly to make him feel better.

"You can't always rely on others." Schiller smiled and pointed out Clark's problem, but he didn't force him. Instead, he said: "Mind reading is not as powerful as you think, otherwise you can try it. I bet that even if you read it, you won't be able to figure out what it is."

Clark was a little unconvinced, but he didn't say it. He thought that although the psychiatrist was indeed very powerful, and Schiller was particularly powerful, he was Superman after all. What trouble could a Superman who could read minds not solve?

Before returning to the bar, Clark performed a deeper level of mind reading on Oliver as if he was angry, and the next second he was overwhelmed by endless sadness and despair.

Bang!

The bar broke into two sections, and everyone looked at Clark in shock. Clark's eyes were like the blue moon sinking into the blood lake, and tears were rolling in his eyes.

He used all his strength to hold back from looking at Oliver, which allowed him to successfully cover up his behavior of prying into other people's inner secrets, but he was overwhelmed by the complicated thoughts and almost lost control.