Chapter 2690 Hollywood Rhapsody (Twenty-Two)

Chapter 2664 Hollywood Rhapsody (Twenty-two)

Schiller hesitated for a second in the corridor, turned around and walked towards the direction of the library in his memory. He just walked around a corner, and the girl leaning against the window sill opposite greeted him.

"Hi, Schiller." The blonde girl smiled at him and said, "Will you go to the football party next week? Renee asked me to call you, you know."

Schiller didn't know this girl, but he knew he should know her. Obviously, from now on, the background story will be completed in detail, and what he didn't forget is that in the setting written by the superego for him, he has many suitors in college.

"Sorry, I always don't have time on weekends. I have already talked to the priest." Schiller smiled and looked down, then looked at the girl and said.

"Oh, no, you're just shy. I promised her that I would definitely call you over...Okay, I know she's a little anxious, but what if I invited you?"

"Thank you very much for your kindness, but I did have an appointment a long time ago, so I have to go to the library now to finish this week's homework. How is your small project going?"

The girl was obviously very happy about Schiller's concern. She said, "It's okay. Professor Walter doesn't like me very much, so he doesn't push me too hard. But you, you are Professor Bailey's favorite student, you must be under a lot of pressure."

Schiller made way a little and walked towards the stairs. The girl followed, reached out to hold the pen in her pocket, and followed behind Schiller. Fang went down the stairs and said, "He should give you some private time."

"Lest I live up to so much kindness? Well, nothing can be hidden from you, ma'am. I am indeed in some trouble recently. It is my personal matter. I may not have much time in the next few weeks."

The girl stopped and said, "Of course, I understand. It seems that you don't just want to be an ordinary psychologist. Maybe we will meet in the audience of the football game?"

"I hope so too. No one can say that meeting you is not a romantic journey. Say hello to Renee for me."

"I will, bye."

Schiller smiled at her, turned and went downstairs. As soon as he took a step towards the door, he felt an unfriendly sight.

Turning his head and seeing Strange's face, Schiller nodded to him and strode away.

Schiller walked quickly to the library. It was noon now. Many people were rushing to the library after lunch. He was not conspicuous in the crowd and did not meet any acquaintances who approached him. He arrived at the library smoothly and found a seat by the window.

Schiller didn't bring a computer, and mobile phones in this era were not that smart. He could only pretend to read a book while asking Ultron if there were any cases around Manhattan recently with his glasses.

The Internet in this era was not very developed, and there were no cameras everywhere. Ultron had to check some things and had to mobilize more equipment, so the other end of the conversation fell silent.

Schiller was not in a hurry. He just found a novel and started reading. Suddenly, a figure passed by his peripheral vision. Schiller didn't look up, but he could tell from his figure and walking posture that it was Stephen Strange.

He appeared a little too often. Schiller knew that this was wrong. Strange was a genius and had almost photographic memory. If they had so many intersections in this era, they couldn't have that kind of relationship 20 years later.

Although there was only a background board, Schiller was very sure that even if it was a character written by the superego, he couldn't have such a stalemate with an acquaintance in 20 years of getting along. The only explanation was that they were not familiar with each other.

Seeing a figure passing by him again, Schiller's mouth corners slightly raised, as if he saw something funny in the novel in his hand, more like seeing a cunning fish constantly testing the bait, coming and going, as if finding a good angle to bite, he could avoid the fate of being caught.

With Schiller's full devotion, he was really attracted by the plot in the book "The Count of Monte Cristo" in his hand. Although he had read it before, this book is a rare cool masterpiece. The plot is neatly laid out, and the plot of evil being punished is even more popular, which is very suitable for venting pressure.

From the badly worn appearance of this book, it can be seen that there is too much pressure in the medical school that needs to be vented.

A figure flashed in front of Schiller and sat down. The familiar sight appeared again. Schiller did not raise his head, just thinking that someone who shared the table had chosen the seat here.

The other party had obvious communication barriers. The finger movements that Schiller saw from the corner of his eye showed that he did not expect Schiller not to speak, and he had never imagined that he would need to speak actively.

After all, they were acquaintances in the future. Schiller finally looked up and looked at Strange and asked, "What do you want, classmate?"

Strange pursed his lips and blinked very quickly. He stretched out two fingers but curled them inwards. His lower body was slightly tilted when he sat, as if he did not want to face Schiller completely.

"Too anxious." Schiller took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, hoping that Ultron could bring him good news as soon as possible. He was almost drowned by the noise in Strange's heart.

"I'm curious." Strange looked at Schiller and said this sentence quickly.

"Curious about what?"

"Why are you so popular?" Strange's lips did not move according to the rules of pronunciation, but more like he did what he wanted, but his articulation was very clear and his speed was also very fast. "I don't understand. This is hard to understand."

"Do I look like a very unpopular person?" Schiller asked, looking at Strange with some confusion.

He saw Strange's eyes sizing him up quickly, then shook his head and said, "No, but you're just not annoying, not so popular."

"I completely understand that you are not jealous," Schiller said. "You are not an offensively jealous person."

"Yes, I'm not." Strange nodded quickly, "I just want to know why."

"But first you have to tell me, where do you think I am popular? With my classmates and teachers? Or with the opposite sex?"

"With the opposite sex."

Strange's answer was completely beyond Schiller's expectations, but he still said calmly: "Most men like to show their aggression, which always makes people think that they are powerful and intimidating, and that the opposite sex will like them." Such them."

"Is not it?"

"This is more about attracting hormones, but what really attracts your rational genius brain is to make you think that this is something good and worthy of being entrusted to you for life, whether it is profound knowledge, stable emotions or humor. Conversation.”

Strange's expression showed disappointment. This was obviously a most popular answer. It wasn't that Schiller didn't want to tell him the truth, but he couldn't explain it anyway. This was actually just a written cosmic rule, one of his The bad taste of two personality traits.

But Schiller is indeed popular. As long as he wants, he can make everyone flock to him. The negative element in this adjective is the real essence. He is not afraid to describe his pursuers as greedy. The vulture, this is exactly his purpose, and no good person has ever been attracted to him.

"Are you blaming me for not telling you the truth?" Schiller looked at Strange and said, "Am I responsible for this?"

"No, you didn't." Strange shook his head and said, "It's the greatest courtesy that you can still sit here."

"You don't seem so nervous anymore, sir." Schiller lowered his head and glanced at the book in his hand. The plot of these two pages was flattening out, making him less interested in continuing to read, so he continued: "You Are you interested in the opposite sex? Do you want to ask me how to be popular with the opposite sex?"

"Yes." Strange suddenly hesitated again. He turned his head to one side, but he didn't seem to be looking at anything. He just didn't want to look at Schiller in front of him.

"Is he my suitor?"

Strange seemed to burst out suddenly. He pursed his lips until they were bloodless, turned his body straight around, stared at Schiller with what could be called a vicious look, and said, "I just don't understand..."

"You have no jealousy at all. Obviously, you don't blame me for your fault. This is quite unexpected, because in the eyes of many people, your lover is perfect and it is best to be devoted to yourself. If there is any Accidents must be someone else’s fault.”

"But you don't think so. You put the fault on the person of the opposite sex you like, but you don't blame me. You even admire me a little. You think that I attract someone's attention because I have mastered certain skills. You I don’t think these techniques are sinful.”

Strange leaned his upper body back and clasped his two hands together on the table.

"You want to ask me for advice, thinking that if you also master this skill, you will never be worse than me, so that you can also get the attention of some people." Schiller tilted his head slightly and stared at Ste Ranch said: "This is really strange, your emotions are not functioning properly."

"Don't analyze me!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I just had a little pain on the bridge of my nose." Schiller said something seemingly unrelated, but he put on the glasses he had just taken off. Under the influence of the reflection of the mirror, no one could see him clearly. eyes.

"You think what moves people is not emotion but skill. You don't regard the happiness of the person you like as your happiness. You can't even empathize with her. You only have the desire to get and possess her, so you came to me. , not asking me what she likes about me, but asking me how I got her attention."

"You will be an excellent psychologist." Strange's tone was very cold, so all the words of praise sounded like ridicule.

"That's not enough," Schiller said. "Can you tell me who she is? Who's on the cheerleading team?"

"Renee Hobbins," Strange said.

“What I was using was not a healthy technique.”

"I just care about whether it's professional enough."

"There is no professional vocabulary to define it. For me personally, it is pretty easy to use." Schiller said with a smile.

"Then what is it?" Strange asked, leaning forward.

"Don't think of yourself as a kidnapper."

"What?"

"Take yourself as a hostage and then train a kidnapper."