Chapter 1095

Schiller moved his body slightly to the side and leaned against Scott. In this way, both of them sat on the right side of the sofa, and Polaris, who was sitting on the left side of the sofa, was just face to face with Magneto.

Magneto also showed a fake smile that didn't reach his eyes and said: "Is that so? When you went to the planet of the Sulfur Dwarfs and didn't come back for three months, you never said you missed anyone."

Polaris's smile stiffened for a moment, but afterward, she said without showing any weakness: "Actually, I miss my mother and my adoptive father more. They are the most patient and loving people I have ever seen..."

The smile on Magneto's face also stiffened, but afterward, he spoke in that low tone again: "But unfortunately, you are not like your mother at all. She was a gentle lady..."

"Oh, is that so? Then maybe, it's because you haven't seen her true appearance." The teeth under Polaris's smile were already clenched. She said: "A person always appears exceptionally polite when they are not familiar with others..."

"Unfortunately, you are not polite even when you are familiar with others."

Scott leaned on the armrest on the right side of the sofa, and Schiller leaned on Scott on the right side. Both of them were holding a cup of tea, looking to the left, and there was only one folding stool missing between them and the old men watching the fight at the barbecue stall on the sidewalk.

"Dr. Schiller, are we just letting them argue like this?" Scott lowered his voice and asked Schiller. Schiller blew on the tea in his hand and said: "Don't worry, it won't be too serious."

"Really? Both of them stood up. Aren't they going to fight?" Scott's tone was full of worry.

And just as he said, Polaris had already stood up and walked out of the sofa area. Magneto also walked back behind the desk with his arms crossed. The two of them walked and argued all the way.

"Do you know what is the most similar thing between the two of them?" Schiller took a sip of tea and turned to ask Scott.

"Uh, is it... ability?" Scott replied.

"No, it's caring too much about face."

When he finished this sentence, the magnetic field was disturbed again. Obviously, the confrontation between the two in words was not decided, and they wanted to compete in ability.

And at this time, Schiller drank a big mouthful of tea and then started coughing violently. Scott put down the teacup in his hand in a panic, patted Schiller on the back, and helped him smooth his breath.

Instantly, the fluctuation of the magnetic field disappeared. Magneto and Polaris exchanged a look, the general meaning was, "Although we both made a move, it must be your part of the magnetic field that affected Schiller."

But in the next second when the magnetic field calmed down at the same time, the two stared at each other as if they didn't know each other. The information conveyed in their eyes was "You actually know how to consider others' feelings?!"

Schiller covered his chest and coughed for a while, stood up, and then said: "Miss Lorna, you have already seen your father and relieved your longing. If there is nothing else, can you please temporarily stop disturbing my psychotherapy with Erik?"

Polaris stood on the spot, her head didn't move, just turned her eyeballs slowly, first toward Schiller, then slowly turned back to Magneto's direction, and then frowned deeply.

She cleared her throat hard, gave Scott a wink, then turned and walked out of the door. Scott followed immediately, looking back at Schiller while walking and saying: "I'll send Lorna back."

The two went out of the door and rushed out of the building at the fastest speed. When they came to the garden, Polaris covered her chest and kept panting. She widened her eyes and said: "Oh my god! What did I just hear? Magneto is doing psychotherapy?!"

Scott also appeared a bit surprised. He said: "Why is Magneto's temper so good today? What kind of ecstasy did Schiller pour into him?"

"I'm also very strange. Although he still speaks just as badly, he actually opened his mouth to speak!" Polaris said with disbelief: "I thought he was a mute!"

"Honestly, Lorna, you are a bit different today too." Scott walked to Polaris, pressed her shoulders, and said: "You actually said you missed Magneto?! Even if it's an excuse, you wouldn't say it even if you died before..."

"Don't you remember, for a period of time, as long as you heard the words Magneto or Erik, you would immediately become irritable. Didn't you and Pietro fight like this last time?" Scott said with some surprise.

"I don't know." Polaris walked forward quickly while grabbing her hair, saying with great disbelief: "That room has magic! It must be like this! Otherwise, if it were in the past, I would have fought 4 fights with Magneto for 13 minutes!"

"Could it be... Dr. Schiller's medical skills are superb?" Scott asked.

"Then isn't Professor X's medical skill superb?" Polaris's tone was full of confusion. She said: "The two of them have known each other for decades. If it could be cured, wouldn't it have been cured long ago?"

"Wait!" Polaris suddenly stopped. Her eyes looked left and right, looked back at Scott and said: "This is really a problem."

"Look, Magneto always says he doesn't accept psychotherapy. No matter how Professor X persuades him, he refuses. But as soon as Dr. Schiller comes, he agrees again. Then how sad will Professor X be?"

Polaris pursed her lips, showed an unbearable expression, and then said: "If I knew that my friend of many years refused to let me treat him, but went to find a strange psychologist, I would be very sad."

Scott's expression was also a bit hesitant. He paused and said: "If we don't tell Professor X, it should be fine, right?"

"No, on the contrary, he will know sooner or later. He is Professor X!" Lorna walked forward quickly and continued:

"I want to go back to Earth now and tell Professor X about this, let him know what a fickle, cold-blooded person Erik is, and let him not hand this kind of thing to him again. If it happens again, I'm really going to go crazy!"

Schiller stood by the window, watching the backs of Polaris and Scott leaving one after another, shook his head with a smile, looked at Magneto beside the table and said: "Youth is really good, isn't it?"

Magneto leaned on the back of the chair, picked up the teacup and took a sip of water. The tail of his eyebrows looked like bamboo leaves falling down gently. His demeanor also seemed to be really in a bamboo forest, with a relaxation and leisure that he didn't even notice.

"Charles often says that I should be patient with children." Magneto's low voice echoed in the room, as if across a long distance.

"But I actually don't understand, must a person be patient?"

Schiller paused and then said: "Of course not, but being a parent requires patience. You can choose to be an impatient person, as long as you don't have children."

"However, I also know that the birth of your children can be said to be the product of your bumpy life and unfortunate era."

"In your bumpy life, fate didn't give you the opportunity to enjoy a quiet life. The suffering that followed one after another didn't leave an opportunity for patience to grow and sprout. This is not your fault."

"Similarly, fate also let your children not enjoy a happy and complete family, and there was no stable environment for them to have the confidence to communicate calmly with anyone. This is not their fault either."

"As for whose fault this is..." Schiller shook his head.

Magneto's fingers slowly tightened until the blue veins on his old fingers were horizontal. He hadn't used such a murderous tone to spit out that word for many years: "NAZI..."

"There is no need to mention the past. We can talk about the present." Schiller changed the subject.

"Lack of patience is a shortcoming, but it is not a disease. For someone who is strong enough, whether there is patience or not is not particularly important."

"You have lived so irritably for so many years, and no one can do anything to you, so it doesn't matter whether you have patience or not." Schiller shrugged and said.

"You are the most broad-minded psychologist I have ever seen." Magneto evaluated: "Even more broad-minded than Charles."

"Do you know? Psychologists also have different schools." Schiller took a sip of warm tea and said: "My current proposition is, if the patient is not in pain, then there is no need to treat."

"Whether a person is a mental patient depends on whether he is actually in pain because of his mental state. It depends on whether he himself feels pain, and also depends on whether, on an objective level, he is more painful than people living in the same environment."

"This is the reason why I said I am not here to treat you. You feel that you are living very well, there is nothing you can't think through, and your living conditions are much better than most mutants, so there is no need to treat."

"The so-called normal psychology is relative. There is no way to use the same standard to measure whether different people's psychology is normal. Therefore, as long as there is no pain under subjective and objective conditions, there is indeed no need to treat."

Magneto fell into deep thought. Obviously, today he had a new understanding of psychology, and Schiller blew on the tea and continued:

"There is another benefit to this judgment, that is, if under the condition of subjective and objective unity, someone is very painful, then he can also accept psychotherapy, and there is no need to feel that I haven't found any mental illness, so I can't accept treatment like a mental patient."

Magneto's eyebrows trembled slightly. He felt a kind of common "care" in Schiller and Charles.

This kind of care is not aimed at any one person, nor is it aimed at any aspect, but a kind of care that strives to give everyone infinite possibilities.

"I didn't expect that the problem that has troubled me and Charles for so many years would be solved so easily by you." Magneto's voice was still low, but there was infinite emotion in his tone.

Schiller held the teacup, turned to look at him and said: "This just shows that you are both smart people. Smart and confident people know that they won't be stumped by any complex and difficult problems, so they like to make every problem complex and difficult..."

"Education is indeed complex and difficult, but it is actually very simple."

Schiller lowered his head to look at the tea in the cup. He saw small bubbles emerging from the bottom of the teacup. The tea that had been a bit cold again was heated again. This subtle way of showing favor made Schiller feel very good.

So, he explained patiently:

"You ignored the most important and basic problem in education—respect."

"You are always used to solving problems in the simplest and crudest way. Respect is not the problem you consider first. You feel that as long as someone can do what you say in the end, then the way used, whether it is giving him a punch or talking well, actually makes no difference."

Magneto nodded. He didn't deny his irritability at all, nor did he feel any apology for it. His life was all about results, and his goal orientation was extremely strong.

Magneto's logic was very self-consistent. If you can't break the south wall, it's because your strength is not great enough. If you can't reach the goal, it's because you are not strong enough.

Mutants can't solve the problems they are facing now, it's because Professor X's heart is too soft. Otherwise, the problem would have been solved long ago.

But Magneto still felt some confusion about Schiller's argument, so he asked: "Then what about Charles? Isn't he respectful enough to them?"

Schiller shook his head and said: "Charles is another extreme. You know you don't have that patience to understand others in detail and give them the respect they want."

"And Professor X feels he has a lot of patience, but he gave it wrong." Schiller shook his head and said: "I was the same in the past."

"I only recently understood that helping when encountering difficulties, comforting when sad, coaxing when lost, saying all the nice words, persuading everyone, and arranging every person and every thing clearly is actually a manifestation of not respecting them."

Schiller narrowed his eyes slightly, and Magneto also looked at him. When the two looked at each other, Schiller said somewhat helplessly:

"If you want to be a kind mother who holds everyone in the palm of her hand, you have to see whether what you are holding is an egg or a young eagle. If you let go of the egg, it will break, and if you let go of the young eagle, it will fly away."

"Charles treats every child as an egg, caring about their physical and psychological conditions all the time, for fear that if he lets go, the little mutants who are already pitiful enough will be completely broken."

"But in fact, many of them already have strong enough wings and bones that are not afraid of falling. As long as you let go, they can soar into the sky."

"More importantly, these young eagles stay in Charles's palm just because they are greedy for his warmth, not because they have really received education."

"In terms of education for the next generation, you did nothing, and Charles did too much. You made your own choices, and then, among the few options, you perfectly avoided the correct answer."

Schiller turned to look out the window again, and after a sigh, Magneto finally heard the words Professor X hoped he would hear, from Schiller, advice about the future of mutants.

"Magneto and Professor X, Erik and Charles, the two most powerful mutants, the leaders of mutants all over the world."

"You have paid your whole life for the future of mutants. For decades, on the question of where the future of mutants should go, no one has been able to convince anyone."

"However, if you really hope that mutants can have a future, then let go of the heart that pursues a perfect future."

"If you hope that every mutant can get the future they want, then don't blindly ask them to go to the future you want."

"If you hope that in every era, great leaders like you can be born among mutants, then don't be leaders anymore, but be fathers..."

"A father who is willing to educate and knows how to educate."

Everyone is guessing Stark father and son, Odin father and son, no one guessed this "father and son", right?

Put hands on hips, hahaha