Chapter 2261: Cat Getan Music Festival (Part 9)

Bruce looked around and found that he wasn't the only one listening. After all, this was a public space, and because it was built in a cave, it was a natural sound field, and sound could travel very far.

Those who finished listening to Schiller's treatment process were divided into two camps. One camp, like Arthur and Bruce, felt surprised or even shocked, while the other camp seemed to have no reaction, looking as if it went in one ear and out the other, just listening casually, and then went off to do their own things after listening.

It was obvious that the shocked camp was all Gothamites, and Gothamites who often dealt with Schiller. The more familiar they were, the more shocked they were.

And those with no expression on their faces were basically New Yorkers, and judging from their expressions, less than two minutes after Schiller stopped, the things he analyzed had already slid across their cerebral cortex and disappeared instantly.

But precisely because this was a public space and had amplification functions, the shocked Gothamites didn't dare to say anything, fearing they would be heard by Schiller. After all, whether it became a new grudge or an old one, they would be in big trouble.

Fortunately, at this time, the waiter came up to inform everyone that food was about to be served, which meant they had to adjust their tables, gather as many people as possible to fill the tables, especially to gather the children together and let them sit steadily at the table. The restaurant was in a flurry of activity.

Schiller sat at Professor X's table, almost exactly opposite Magneto. But not everyone at the table was a mutant; the teachers and students of the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters were at a separate table. After Schiller came over, Bruce and Victor also gathered around.

White Tank didn't want to be outdone and came over too, followed closely by Natasha, who was draped in a bath towel with her hair not yet completely dry, and then various Gothamites who looked like they were seeing some rare animal for the first time—Pamela, Lex, and even Alberto, who was already married, and Clark and Diana, who were not Gothamites at all.

The last two didn't feel anything was wrong, but they knew that this group of people gathering here was definitely not a good thing.

Bruce scanned the circle and decided to strike first. He immediately gave Jason at the children's table a look. Jason's eyes rolled, he got down from his chair, ran to Bruce's side, and said, "You shouldn't have said that to Tim. His cousin wanted to embarrass him at the book club; he was just defending himself. You hurt his feelings."

While Jason was speaking, he gave Tim, who had turned his head upon hearing his name, a fierce look. Tim instantly became sad, simply heartbroken. Bruce gave him another look, and Tim restrained himself slightly, but still ran to Bruce's other side.

"Alright, then let's eat together." Bruce reached out to pull Tim over, patted his head, and said, "Believe me, I never intended to blame you, but next time you must tell me about this immediately, otherwise your mom and dad will be in a difficult position. Do you understand?"

Tim nodded, was stunned for a moment, then rolled his eyes and performed a "tears to laughter" act.

Every Batman at every table couldn't sit still.

Bruce looked at Schiller, who was looking at the menu.

"Is stir-fried crab delicious? Professor, have you eaten it? I've only had steamed."

"I've had chili stir-fried crab, but it was too spicy. I don't think it's as good as curry crab. However, crabs with seasonings are all about the same; you can basically only taste the texture, not the flavor."

"Oh, you don't eat chili? Did you tell them?"

"Erik told them for me. But even if he didn't, I wouldn't use telepathy to scare others. He is always worrying about nothing."

"This is reasonable precaution." Magneto said coldly.

"I won't access the mental network of the people here." Professor X turned his head to look around the circle and said, "But not out of morality, but because I really don't need a deeper understanding of human madness."

"You can actually eat spicy food?" White Tank held the other corner of the menu, very surprised at Schiller's preference for dishes. He said, "The doctor said to have a light diet. What are you doing?"

"I am a psychiatrist."

"That's also a doctor."

Schiller was unconvinced. He looked at White Tank and said, "What is the purpose of having a healthy diet?"

"Of course, for health."

"Then what is the purpose of health?"

"For what?"

"To live longer."

"Then why don't you want to live longer?"

"Because people are always going to die, don't worry too much."

White Tank dropped the menu speechlessly, turned his head to look at Natasha, who was still complaining about the cold, and couldn't help but say, "With the time you spend complaining, you could have changed your clothes several times."

Natasha turned her head to look at White Tank, speechless, and said, "With the time you spend in this universe managing me, Pepper would have been chased back several times. Why don't you go? Is it because you wear too many clothes?"

Then she used a knife-like gaze to look White Tank up and down and said, "Some people wear a lot because they are ascetic; some people wear a lot because they don't exercise enough; and some people wear a lot because they don't exercise enough and don't want to lose to these muscular men."

White Tank was just about to slap the table when a tall figure appeared behind Natasha. Clark showed a bright smile, handed Natasha a jacket, and said, "Ma'am, you are wearing too little. The air conditioning here is very cold. Please don't mind, wear this."

"Thank you, that's so thoughtful." Natasha stood up, took the jacket from Clark's hand, looked down at the brand, and said with some surprise, "My god, this brand is not cheap. You can't just give it to me as a gift. Which room are you staying in? I'll have the dry cleaning waiter send it back."

"1406. I'm not in a hurry to wear it, ma'am."

"Of course." Natasha smiled and nodded, saying, "I believe you have enough muscle to provide yourself with heat, but I still appreciate their aesthetic value... perhaps they have some practical value elsewhere?"

Clark's face turned red instantly, and he practically fled back to his table. Diana was still throwing snacks into her mouth there. Seeing Clark red like a cooked shrimp, she said blankly, "What's wrong? Where's your jacket?"

Clark sighed and said, "In a den of tigers and wolves."

The waiter added two stools for Tim and Jason. Both of them could eat spicy food, so sitting at the adult table was fine. Dick was peeking around in the back, but soon he started stopping Aisha from chewing on the chair leg.

Victor gave Bruce a look that meant nothing, and took the initiative to speak to Professor X: "Hello, Professor Xavier, I heard that you are also a psychology professor."

"Yes, but I don't teach at any university now." Professor X replied with a smile, "I founded a school of my own and currently serve as both principal and professor."

"Unexpected." Victor said, "This must not be easy. Just teaching one class of students is enough to give me a headache. This year, there are three graduates who haven't sent me their final drafts."

The two immediately smiled knowingly.

Schiller leaned back in his chair and looked at Natasha, saying, "Have you noticed your hair is fading again? You stained the sofa back in my clinic last time."

"Can you stop talking nonsense? I hadn't dyed it then."

"Do you think others have no common sense? Red hair is on the warm side. Whose natural red hair can have a purple sheen? Did you inject a transformation serum or Thanos extract?"

Natasha rolled her eyes and said, "Do you have to bring this up now? Did you see me just take the first city cleanly?"

At this time, Wanda pulled Jarvis to Professor X's side, lowered her head, and whispered a few words in his ear. Professor X nodded, and Wanda sat down beside Professor X with Jarvis, also sitting beside Schiller.

Schiller immediately gave Natasha a look, meaning "Look, this is real natural red hair." As a result, Pamela also gathered around. Natasha gave Schiller a look again, meaning "This hair is glowing green, isn't it still natural?"

Lex looked left and right, just about to open his mouth, but the waiter had already started serving food.

"This crab is actually this big." Wanda said with some shock, "Is this a swimming crab? How did it grow almost as big as a king crab?"

"It's over, there's chili in this crab." Schiller looked at Professor X, then stood up and leaned over to the plate to look carefully, saying, "It's a jalapeño; I'm afraid it will be very spicy."

Magneto's face turned black instantly. He turned to look at the waiter, and Jarvis immediately said, "This chili is placed on top of the crab; it should be for plating. If it hasn't been stir-fried, it won't be spicy."

Magneto's expression eased slightly. Schiller smiled and looked at Professor X. Professor X shook his head helplessly and sighed.

Wanda snorted coldly and said, "The internet is a good thing, it's a pity some people don't know how to use it."

Schiller immediately pulled Wanda. Wanda looked at him, and Schiller lowered his voice and said, "Stop provoking your father. If you start fighting, I won't be able to see how big that lobster is behind."

"He's been like a stick of dynamite lately." Wanda couldn't help complaining, "I didn't believe those reports calling him a terrorist before. Now it's better; even terrorists aren't as scary as him."

"Do you know what trouble Lorna caused recently?" Schiller looked left and right, lowered his voice even more, and said, "She and Iceman and Havok, the three of them..."

"Cough, cough, cough, cough!" Wanda almost choked herself to death.

Jarvis hurriedly smoothed her breath and comforted her: "It's not entirely bad news. At least she doesn't have to choose between them anymore."

"Dr. Schiller, look what I got."

Peter appeared behind Schiller with a 'whoosh', two arms resting on Schiller's shoulders, then leaned down and wrapped his arms around Schiller's chest, shaking a piece of paper in his hand in front of Schiller, completely ignoring the heart-stopping experience the group of Gothamites opposite was going through.

Schiller leaned his head back, almost squeezing out a double chin, and narrowed his eyes to see the ghost-drawn symbols on the paper.

"I found the base of the West Coast rappers. Many famous singers are there, and they all signed for me! Look, this one is Snoop Dogg..."

A wail came from behind Peter. Gwen Spider-Woman leaned on him again, snatched the paper, and let out an even more tragic wail.

"You didn't take us! You traitor among Spider-Men! It's simply outrageous! Unforgivable!"

"Forget it, I didn't even say anything." Miles, not far away, turned to look at Gwen Spider-Woman and said, "You want him to take a bunch of white teenagers there? Don't joke."

"It wouldn't go as far as pulling a gun..."

"Pulling a gun? If you can see their butts, consider them slow!"

"Alright, stop shaking." Schiller gently patted Peter's arm to let him go, then turned to Gwen Spider-Woman and said, "You have plenty of opportunities to come into contact with them. In the next few days, we need to arrange for people to watch the rappers' gathering place to prevent them from doing something stupid and clashing with local gangs."

"I'll go!" Miles volunteered, rushed over, also stuck to the back of Schiller's chair, raised his hand, and said, "I'm black, I'll go. I guarantee to perfectly protect their safety."

"No, then I have to go too!" Another Spider-Man rushed over and said, "Gang warfare is dangerous, you alone aren't enough."

"Then I have to go too, although I don't know what to do."

"I'll go too! I'll go too!"

Within a few seconds, the back of Schiller's chair was covered in Spider-Men. There were even those who stuck spider silk to the ceiling and hung upside down. One word after another, plus the amplification function produced by the cave, the surrounding people instantly felt like their ears were being filled with magic sounds. Bruce and Pamela were already preparing to leave the table.

Not because they were afraid of the noise, but because they knew how much Schiller hated noise.

As a result, Schiller turned to wave at them and said, "Don't surround this place, go back and eat." ===== CHAPTER 2262 =====