Chapter 2570: Whistling Down (Twenty-Eight)

Chapter 2544 Xiaoxiao down (twenty-eight)

The owner of the food stall where Schiller was sitting was from Fujian. His main business was noodles, including Fujian shrimp noodles, sand tea noodles, etc., but Schiller didn’t like noodles, so he ordered a bowl of wontons. Crow ordered a bowl of Hokkien noodles.

Schiller heard the boss at the back of the food cart talking to his wife in a dialect from somewhere in Fujian. Although the English they used had accents, they communicated smoothly with the customers, indicating that they had been here for a long time.

"I saw an envelope on your table." Raven said after taking a sip of noodle soup: "There are some strange patterns drawn on it. Have you encountered anything strange?"

"That's not a strange pattern." Schiller said helplessly, "It's... poorly written Chinese characters."

When he said the last word, Schiller felt a little guilty, because no matter from which angle you looked at it, it couldn't be called a Chinese character.

"Chinese characters? Do you have a Chinese friend?"

Schiller shook his head, but nodded after being stunned for a moment. He said: "I do have Chinese friends, but it's not him. He is a Soviet."

Raven took a breath of air and said, "The Soviet Union? I read in the newspaper that it was a very scary place."

Schiller shook his head and said nothing. Raven took a sip of the noodles, sighed and said, "I think I really need to go to school. Compared with other people, I don't seem to know anything."

"You can choose not to compare with others, but if you want to go to school, I can ask Alfred to call Dick's school."

"Will that allow me to enroll?"

"Yes."

"It turns out that the society outside is so developed that it is easy for everyone to go to school." Raven sighed: "In Azeroth, if you want to go to school, you have to visit the teacher. The teacher will check your talent. You still have to go to school." Bring him enough food."

"It's the same here," Schiller explained: "It's not easy to go to school, but there are always people who have the privilege."

Raven seemed to understand something. She picked up the noodles in the bowl with her chopsticks and said, "It seems those boys have privileges. They look very different from other people."

"What's the difference?"

"I can't tell, but they seem to have more freedom than other people and can do a lot of things just because they want to."

"You envy them?"

"A little bit." Raven sucked the noodles hard and said, "But I actually don't have anything in particular that I want to do."

"Now that you have it, don't you want to go to school?"

"You don't seem particularly worried that I will lose control." Raven frowned, put down the noodle bowl and said, "Or you don't actually know how serious the consequences will be if I lose control."

"I know, but I don't think you will lose control. Don't you feel that the power in your body is no longer so violent?"

Raven turned his head and thought about it carefully, and found that it was indeed the case. Schiller scooped up the wontons in the bowl with a spoon and said: "If your power is related to emotions, and you will explode because your emotions are out of control, then you will definitely be calm because your emotions are gentle. , you are in a good mood now, aren't you?"

"That's right, but why wasn't it like this before?"

"Because you have been asked, but not taught. The person who leads you just tells you what the current situation is, but he does not come up with any effective solutions. He just keeps repeating to you will give you disciples." The fact that adds pressure is that you're going to lose control, you're going to lose control, you're going to lose control."

"He said as long as I control my emotions..."

"But this is not a solution. He tells you that the way to prevent yourself from losing control is to control yourself. It's like telling a person who is in trouble that you have to work hard, but in what direction? He has taught How do you control your emotions?"

"He just told me not to have any emotions."

"You know it can't be done. The truth doesn't change because a fool repeats the opposite fact thousands of times. You can't resist your nature. It's human instinct. It's like saying to a person in traffic jam, 'As long as you can All problems will be solved."

"Then what do you think I should do?"

"There must have been a moment today where you completely forgot about controlling your emotions, right?"

"Yeah, I don't think about anything when I'm busy."

"Then that's it, your emotions will find a way out on their own, and everything will happen naturally."

Raven seemed to have put down some baggage, and she let out a long breath. The hot air left in her mouth was breathed out together, with white smoke rising next to her lips.

She pursed her lips, looked at Schiller and said, "Thank you, Professor. It seems that in addition to the rent, I also have to pay your medical fees."

"There is no charge this time, just use it as a trial for my future psychological counseling."

When Schiller put down the bowl, he saw a figure flash past behind the dining car, but he just thought it was a delivery person and didn't pay attention.

After eating, the two of them walked towards the second-hand market. His housewarming party was actually another form of neighborhood party, so it needed some extra lights to embellish it and make it a little more lively to enhance the atmosphere of the party.

But those neon signs with exaggerated fonts forming letters were still a bit too advanced. Schiller frowned and walked around those stalls, but Raven seemed very interested.

“Don’t ask me to put this thing in the house,” Schiller said, shaking his head. “Pure light pollution, and there are several misspellings.”

"We all think that Waylon's company should have a more conspicuous sign. Maybe this would be a good choice." Raven took out his mobile phone and started taking pictures. Then he kept his head down and typed on the keyboard. He seemed to be chatting happily with someone.

Schiller saw all kinds of candlesticks at a stall. Some were also in British style, and some were weird and cute, which were very suitable for his clinic.

Schiller's goal was to make his clinic look like a collection room of a weird wizard. For this reason, he was even willing to frame the ugly Chinese characters written by Anatoly and hang them on the wall, just to confirm his identity as an ancient oriental wizard.

He liked an octopus candlestick. The octopus had eight tentacles, which were tilted in eight directions and dragged the base of the candlestick. The octopus had a pair of big eyes that didn't look so smart. It was a little scary, but overall it was cute.

Then he liked a black cat doll, a wood carving that looked like Maori style, a sunflower clock, and a weird-shaped rooster vase.

Schiller thought he could stack these things up and buy a string of light bulbs to wrap around them. He knew it would be a funny effect, but that was what he wanted.

He hoped that all the guests could find 20 topics for this postmodern artwork and talk about it until the end of the party.

Of course, this was impossible, so Schiller would not tell them that these things were bought at the recent second-hand market. He would make up a long and bizarre background story for each of them to fill the topics needed for the entire party.

For example, he would tell everyone that the octopus actually came from a mysterious ghost ship called the Atlantis, and then he could talk about his adventures on the Atlantis. Of course, this part had to use the victim's perspective, otherwise it would be a bit inappropriate for children.

Although the last thing he did before leaving the ghost ship was to pick off someone's candlestick, which was a bit strange, there was no shortage of weirdos in Gotham, and Schiller was not afraid to be the weirdest one among them, anyway, he had even been a clown.

Schiller knew that someone would compare the size of the black cat doll with that of the bat cat, and the bat cat would definitely feel dissatisfied, so they could talk for more than ten minutes about the bad-tempered cats they had encountered.

Ordinary people's daily life is like this, with few and many topics, narrow and broad, and they can talk for half a day about every little detail in their lives.

But Schiller lacks these details. All his school days are a straight line between two points, and the rules have not changed at all. He rarely encounters accidents in his daily life.

The accidents he encountered cannot be discussed with ordinary people, because usually those who caused him to encounter accidents have encountered accidents.

So Schiller has to find enough trivial topics to fill this banquet that lasts for several hours so that everyone has something to talk about.

It is difficult to integrate into the atmosphere itself. Creating an atmosphere, especially creating a truly cheerful atmosphere, is the reason why Schiller needs to make so many preparations, which is also difficult for ordinary people.

Now he understands why Batman makes so many plans in advance, because every possible accident will make Schiller anxious.

What if they don't notice what they have arranged? What if they are silent about these abnormalities? What if their focus is always on me? What if these topics are not enough to fill the whole party?

The way to solve these problems, or to solve Schiller's own anxiety, is to prepare contingency plans, but contingency plans are endless, because there may be accidents in contingency plans, so we have to prepare contingency plans for contingency plans. If this goes on, who can still tell him from Batman?

Schiller always feels that since Bruce became like the Joker, he has begun to become like Batman. Of course, it may also be that he has been infected by dealing with Batman in the main universe too much.

Raven was surprised to see the pile of strange things Schiller was carrying. She used telekinesis to help Schiller drag the bag and said, "I thought you were just here to buy some decorative lights, but it looks like you want to do a ritual for all the guests."

"Keep this humor, miss, it will make you do well in school." Schiller chose not to answer directly.

The two of them went back to the house together. Raven stood by the door and watched Schiller busy, watching him put those already strange things together in a stranger way.

Then she was surprised to find that these decorations were very suitable for this house, or rather, very suitable for Schiller. He stood around the decorations without any disobedience, even though those decorations looked like they could be used to summon the Three Palaces Demon, and Schiller was wearing a suit and tie, but their temperaments were strangely integrated together.

Then it was the most difficult part of preparing for the banquet - determining the menu. Schiller needed to write a letter to everyone, determine their allergens, and then remove those things they couldn't eat from the menu.

And this was a banquet where you could prepare your own food, so he also had to compile a list of allergens and send it to everyone, asking them not to bring food that others might be allergic to.

This is the biggest loophole in the history of human evolution. Schiller was thinking while writing a letter, who would be allergic to arugula?

He might have said this, and the raven who was rummaging in the refrigerator said: "I want to ask, who would be allergic to broccoli?"

"This is completely different."

"No, it's actually the same. You can't complain about others having allergens when you have allergens. This is not fair."

"You should really read more."

“Will reading give me a different answer?”

"Reading will teach you manners, miss."