Chapter 2275: Gotham Music Festival (23)

Clark put down his phone, faced Diana's slightly puzzled gaze, shook his head, and said, "Nothing, Dr. Schiller is worried that I'm too excited, and urged me not to think about holding Oliver and flying. He just finished such a long boat trip and needs to rest."

Diana sighed, walked out of the restaurant with Clark, and said, "Although this Dr. Schiller looks quite thoughtful, is it really necessary to make a phone call to urge this?"

Clark scratched his head a bit embarrassedly, "That's true, Oliver actually came back, I am indeed a bit excited, you just said let us go to the pier to pick him up, I really thought about holding him and flying over directly."

Diana shook her head helplessly and said, "It seems that every Schiller is such a god-calculator, but the difference is that this Schiller seems to want to manage every detail."

"This is also a good thing, isn't it? He can remind us to pay attention to propriety at the right time. If only I had such a responsible psychologist, the ones I usually see are always a bit perfunctory."

"You still see a psychologist?" Diana said with some surprise, "What psychological problems do you have?"

Actually, what she didn't say was, you are probably much healthier than 99.99% of humans on Earth, whether it's physiological or psychological, simply a perfect human template.

Clark also heard Diana's meaning. He shook his head and said, "Before this, someone told me that you are so powerful, what if you lose control and cause some bad consequences? I only felt that he was deliberately targeting me. Why do so many people only feel that I will lose control? I am no different from humans?"

"But in Mexico, I witnessed the bloody consequences. After the power imbalance of humans who are much weaker than me, they can create such human tragedies. I dare not imagine what Earth would encounter if I lost control."

"Later, I discussed this issue with Martha and Jonathan. They hoped that I wouldn't be anxious about this, and comforted me as much as they could, until I discussed this matter with Bruce and Lex. They suggested that I find a psychologist so that I can judge my situation with the perspective of others."

"But not every psychologist is so professional." Diana said, "I have dealt with some of them, and some don't even believe in what they learn."

"Yes, I didn't expect them to have a very high level." Clark laughed and said, "Don't forget I can read minds."

Diana also laughed. Now she understood that Clark found another way to heal himself. He told his troubles to a psychologist. After the psychologist listened, they would inevitably form a judgment in their hearts, and they didn't need to express it. Clark could read their thoughts completely.

Of course, a psychologist's view might be biased, but as long as you see a few more and take the best from each, you can judge your state more accurately.

They chatted while walking and soon reached the pier. Oliver was standing at the door with his luggage. Clark stretched out his arms and waved hard at him, rushed up, and hugged him.

Clark patted Oliver on the shoulder and said something, but Diana, standing in the distance, clearly saw his footsteps pause. Diana noted this scene but didn't say anything, and warmly welcomed Oliver.

Clark and Diana certainly wanted to help Oliver with his luggage. Clark took the biggest box, and Diana took two bags. He originally wanted to help Oliver take off the big bag on his back, but Oliver supported the bag on his back and said, "Don't treat me like a child, I traveled half the world with this bag on my back."

Diana didn't struggle either, so she let go. They soon boarded the shuttle bus and came to the bar on the other side of the beach.

Lucifer wasn't there, but there were no guests in the bar. A note was left on the bar, letting them help themselves. Diana walked behind the counter and prepared to mix drinks.

"I'm so happy, Oliver, this is a rare grand event in Gotham, Bruce will definitely be very happy too."

Oliver took the wine glass, smiled, and said, "I can't be absent from such an important activity. Where is Bruce? Why didn't he come with you?"

"Don't mention it. We went to play on the beach during the day. When Cat Getan applied sunscreen to him, he was impatient. Now it's good, his shoulders are sunburned. I don't know if he's back from the hospital yet."

"I've never seen such a fragile Batman." Diana sighed and exclaimed, "The other Batman was shocked when he heard he was sunburned. Although he didn't make an expression, I know he was just very shocked. This matter is too absurd."

"I'm looking forward to him being tanned into a cooked shrimp." Oliver said with a smile, "Haven't you guys seen it yet? He wants to avoid this as much as possible. He has a kind of delicate affectation like a noble son, and doesn't want to be with rednecks."

"It's a pity that no matter how I tan, I won't turn red." Clark deliberately used a proud tone and said, "Otherwise, it would remind him that one of his best friends is a thorough redneck."

"Although I want him to recuperate well, I'm afraid I still have to see him. There are some things I want to ask him." Oliver took a sip of wine and said.

Clark and Diana looked at each other, but didn't pursue the question. They could roughly know what Oliver and Bruce were talking about. Every time they gathered together, they talked about those things.

For these two non-humans, those philosophical exchanges and ideological collisions were both too shallow and too profound. The two rarely had the patience to listen.

Clark's experience was too shallow, and Diana's experience was too deep. One was full of blood, and would go to do it even if he didn't listen. One had experienced too much, and knew that whether he listened or not, he had to do it.

This time was the same. They thought Oliver couldn't wait to talk to Bruce about the new results achieved in Mexico and determine a new route for the next action, so they tacitly skipped this topic and turned to chat about the music festival.

"It's really hard to imagine you listening to rap." Diana shook her head and said, "Bruce doesn't listen, he doesn't even understand."

"You guys definitely won't believe it." Oliver stretched out a finger, pretending to be mysterious, and said, "I am a high school alumnus with a rap superstar now."

Diana thought about it carefully, but she didn't know much about rap, and Clark didn't even have to mention it. He always claimed that he had no artistic cells, and some human arts were too advanced for Kryptonians.

"Who is it?" Diana asked.

"Tupac Amaru Shakur! The famous Tupac!" Oliver laughed and said, "Don't tell me you guys forgot I'm a Californian? I'm from Star City, but I went to high school in Marin City, Tamalpais High School. Quite a few celebrities came out of here."

This made Clark and Diana feel a bit surprised. Tupac's name was heard even if one didn't listen to rap. He had always been red-hot and was determined to be a unique miracle in the rap world.

"But he is younger than me. I had already graduated, and he hadn't even started high school yet, so we don't know each other. But it doesn't matter. I heard he also came to the Gotham Music Festival. We can go chat when the time comes."

Clark looked at Oliver with some surprise. He knew that although Oliver appeared to be more approachable than Bruce, and his style and words didn't look like a noble son, he was actually much prouder than Bruce. It wasn't just anyone who could make him take the initiative to chat.

Clark guessed that maybe Oliver particularly liked Tupac's music. After all, everyone has their own preferences, and there was no rule that a rich second generation couldn't like rap.

Diana, however, noticed that Oliver raised his glass an exceptionally large number of times today. This was a bit strange. Oliver wasn't a person who loved alcohol. This point was similar to Bruce. Although he would drink a little for social interaction, he didn't like to drink himself. When friends were together, he would drink a little for the atmosphere, but their temperament and cultivation required them to never pour themselves like a drunkard.

Diana was just about to ask sideways, when Hal and Schiller arrived. They hugged Oliver in turn. Clark made room for them, and Hal and Schiller sat on Oliver's left and right.

Several people exchanged a few pleasantries and started chatting while drinking, but they all tacitly didn't mention any serious business. After a while, Clark waved his hand and said, "You guys drink first, I'm going to the bathroom."

"Hey, you lost, old man." Hal, who was already a bit tipsy, said, "Brother's rule, whoever goes to the bathroom first loses."

"Forget it, I drank two big buckets of juice before I came. I don't have a steel bladder, I must go. This round doesn't count first, wait for me to come back."

After saying that, Clark walked away swaying. He could let alcohol anesthetize his body and get drunk like a normal person.

And Schiller stood up and said, "I have to watch him. Regardless of whether he has a steel bladder or not, I am sure Lucifer can't afford to decorate a steel bathroom again. In case Clark falls..."

Just as he said this, a loud noise came from the bathroom. Schiller rushed over hurriedly.

After he rushed in, Clark was standing well by the sink. He waved his fist. The sound just now was clearly the sonic boom of his fist, and he didn't smash anything.

Clark supported the sink with both hands and sighed, "Doctor, you are right, Oliver is in a very bad mood, he is hiding something from us."

Schiller raised an eyebrow at him, the meaning clearly being do you know what it is, Clark shook his head and said, "I can't pry into other people's secrets like this, this is immoral. It's completely different for him to be willing to tell us himself and for me to read his mind to understand."

Clark was a bit uneasy. He thought Schiller might refute this point of view. Actually, he was also a bit conflicted. Helping friends solve problems was his responsibility, but he also knew that humans valued privacy very much, especially Oliver, so reading his mind would definitely make him angry.

But if he didn't read it, in case something really happened, it would be too late to regret. Halfway through drinking, Clark really couldn't hold it anymore, so he called Schiller out and asked Schiller to give a conclusion quickly and give him a relief.

"Can't always count on others." Schiller smiled and pointed out Clark's problem, but didn't force him, instead saying, "Mind reading isn't as powerful as you think. Otherwise, you can try it. I bet that even if you read it, you won't be able to figure out what exactly is going on."

Clark was a bit unconvinced, but he didn't say it. He thought although the psychologist is indeed very powerful, and Schiller is exceptionally powerful, but he is Superman after all. What trouble can a Superman who can read minds not solve?

On the way back to the bar, Clark, as if betting, performed a deeper mind-reading on Oliver. The next second, he was drowned by endless sadness and despair.

Bang!

The bar broke into two pieces. Everyone looked at Clark in shock. Clark's eyes were like a blue moon sinking into a blood lake, and tears were swirling in his eye sockets.

He used all his strength to hold back from looking at Oliver, which allowed him to successfully cover up the act of prying into others' inner secrets, but he was overwhelmed by the mixed thoughts and almost lost control. ===== CHAPTER 2276 =====