The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 2544: Xiao Xiao Down (28)

Chapter 2544: Xiao Xiao Down (Twenty-eight)

The owner of the snack stand where Schiller was sitting was from Fujian. His main dishes were noodles, including Fujian shrimp noodles, shacha noodles, and so on. But Schiller didn't like noodles, so he ordered a bowl of wontons and Raven ordered a bowl of Fujian noodles.

Schiller heard the boss and his wife at the back of the snack cart speaking in a dialect from some unknown part of Fujian. Although they spoke English with an accent, they were able to communicate with the customers smoothly, which showed that they had been here for quite some time.

"I saw an envelope on your desk." Raven said after taking a sip of noodle soup, "There are some strange patterns drawn on it. Did you encounter anything strange?"

"That's not a strange pattern." Schiller said helplessly, "It's... Chinese characters that are not very beautifully written."

When saying the last word, Schiller felt a little guilty, because no matter from which angle you looked at it, it could not be called a Chinese character.

"Kanji? Do you have a Chinese friend?"

Schiller shook his head, but after a pause he nodded and said, "I do have a Chinese friend, but not him. He is from the Soviet Union."

Raven took a deep breath and said, "The Soviet Union? I read in the newspaper that it's a terrible place."

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

"You can choose not to compete with others, but if you want to go to school, I can have Alfred call Dick and his school."

"Will that allow me to enroll?"

"Yes."

"It turns out that society outside is so developed that everyone can go to school easily." Raven sighed: "In Azeroth, if you want to go to school, you have to visit the teacher. The teacher will check your talent, and you have to 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 chopsticks and said, "It seems that those boys have privileges. They look very different from others."

"What's the difference?"

“I can’t tell, but they seem to be freer than others and can do a lot of things just because they want to.”

"You envy them?"

"A little bit." Raven sucked the noodles vigorously and said, "But I don't really have anything special 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 might lose control." Raven frowned, put down the bowl of noodles and said, "Or maybe you don't know how serious the consequences would be if I lose control."

"I know, but I don't think you'll 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 true. Schiller scooped the wontons in the bowl with a spoon and said, "If your power is related to emotions, it will explode because of uncontrolled emotions, and it will definitely calm down because of calm emotions. You are in a good mood now, aren't you?"

"I guess so, 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, but keeps repeating the fact that will add pressure to you, that is, you will lose control, you will lose control, you will lose control."

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

"But this is not the solution. He told you that the way to keep yourself from losing control is to control yourself. It's like telling someone who is in trouble that you need to work hard, but what is the direction of your efforts? Did he teach you how to control your emotions?"

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

"You know you can't do it. The truth doesn't change just because an idiot repeats the opposite fact thousands of times. You can't resist your nature. It's human instinct. It's like telling someone stuck in traffic, 'If you can fly, all problems will be solved.'"

"So what do you think I should do?"

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

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

"Then just like that, your emotions will find a way out on their own, and everything will happen naturally."

Raven seemed to have put down some burdens. She let out a long breath, and the hot steam from the noodle soup remaining in her mouth was exhaled along with it, with white smoke rising beside her lips.

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

"I won't charge you this time. Just consider it as a trial for my future psychological counseling."

When Schiller put down the bowl, he saw a figure flash by behind the food truck, but he thought it was the delivery man and didn't pay much attention.

After eating, the two walked towards the second-hand market. His housewarming party was actually another form of neighborhood party, so it needed some special lights to embellish it, and it had to be a little more lively to set off the atmosphere of the party.

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

“Don’t even think about putting this thing in my house,” Schiller said, shaking his head. “It’s pure light pollution, and there are several misspellings.”

"We all think that Waylon's company should have a more conspicuous sign. Perhaps 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, seeming to be having a very happy chat with someone.

Schiller saw a variety of candlesticks at a stall, some of which were also British style, while others 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. To this end, 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 took a fancy to an octopus candlestick. The octopus had eight tentacles that stretched out in eight directions, dragging the base of the candlestick. The octopus had a pair of big eyes that didn't look very smart, and was a little scary, but overall it was still cute.

Then he took a fancy to a black cat doll, a Maori-looking wood carving, a sunflower clock, and a strangely shaped rooster vase.

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

He hopes that all guests can find 20 topics to talk about this postmodern artwork and keep chatting until the end of the party.

Of course, that's impossible, so Schiller won't tell them that he found these things at the latest second-hand market. He will make up a long and bizarre background story for each of them to fill the conversation 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 has to use the victim's perspective, otherwise it would be inappropriate for children.

Although the last thing he did before leaving the ghost ship was to pick off someone's candlesticks, which is a bit strange, there is no shortage of weirdos in Gotham, and Schiller is not afraid of being the weirdest one among them, since he has even been a clown after all.

Schiller knew that someone would compare the size of the black cat doll to that of the bat cat, and that the bat cat would be very dissatisfied, so they could chat for another ten minutes about the bad-tempered cats they had encountered.

This is the daily life of ordinary people. The topics are both few and many, both narrow and broad, and they can talk for half a day about every little detail in their lives.

But Schiller lacked these details. All his class days were exactly the same, with no changes in the routine. He rarely encountered any accidents in his daily life.

The accidents he encountered are something he cannot talk about with ordinary people, because usually those who caused him accidents had also encountered accidents.

So Schiller had to find enough trivial topics to fill the several-hour-long party so that everyone had something to talk about.

It is difficult to blend into the atmosphere itself. Creating an atmosphere, especially creating a truly cheerful atmosphere, is the reason why Schiller needs to make so much preparation. This is also difficult for ordinary people.

Now he kind of understood why Batman had to make so many plans in advance, because every possible accident would make Schiller anxious.

What if they don’t notice what you’ve set up? What if they say nothing about it? What if their focus is always on themselves? What if there’s not enough to fill the party?

The way to solve these problems, or to solve Schiller's own anxiety, is to prepare contingency plans, but there are no complete contingency plans, because there may be accidents during the contingency plans, so we have to prepare contingency plans for contingency plans. If this continues, who can tell the difference between him and Batman?

Schiller always felt that since Bruce became like the Joker, he began to become like Batman. Of course, it is also possible that he was infected by interacting too much with the Batman of the main universe.

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 perform a ritual for all the guests."

"Keep up that sense of humor, miss, it will help you do well in school." Schiller chose not to answer directly.

The two of them returned to the house together, and Raven stood by the door and watched Schiller at work, watching him put those already strange things together in an even stranger way.

Then she was surprised to find that these decorations were very suitable for the house, or rather, very suitable for Schiller. He looked completely at home standing around the decorations. Even though those decorations looked like they could be used to summon the Three Palaces Demon, and Schiller was wearing a suit and tie, their temperaments were strangely integrated together.

Then came the most difficult part of banquet preparation - determining the menu. Schiller needed to write a letter to each person, identify their allergens, and then remove the things they couldn't eat from the menu.

And since this was a party where people could prepare their own food, he also had to compile an allergen list and send it to everyone, asking them not to bring food that others might be allergic to.

This is the biggest loophole in human evolution, Schiller wondered as he wrote, who on earth would be allergic to arugula?

He may have said this out loud, because the raven, who was rummaging through the refrigerator, said, "That's what I want to ask, who is allergic to broccoli?"

“It’s totally different.”

"No, it's the same thing. You can't complain about other people having allergies when you have them too. That's not fair."

"You really should read more books."

"Will reading give different answers?"

"Reading will teach you manners, young lady."