Chapter 2533: Rustling Down (28)

The owner of the small snack stall where Schiller sat was from Fujian, mainly selling noodles, including Fujian shrimp noodles, satay noodles, etc., but Schiller didn't like eating noodles, so he ordered a bowl of wontons, and Raven ordered a bowl of Fujian noodles.

Schiller heard the owner behind the snack cart talking to his wife in a dialect from somewhere in Fujian. They used English. Although they had an accent, they communicated with customers very smoothly, indicating that they had been here for a long time.

"I saw an envelope on your table." Raven said after drinking a sip of noodle soup, "There are some strange patterns on it. Did you encounter something strange?"

"Those are not strange patterns." Schiller said somewhat helplessly, "Those are... Chinese characters that are not written very well."

When saying the last word, Schiller also felt a bit guilty, because no matter from which angle you look at it, it cannot be called Chinese characters.

"Chinese characters? Do you have a Chinese friend?"

Schiller shook his head, but after a slight pause, he nodded again and said, "I do have a Chinese friend, but it's not him. He is a Soviet."

Raven gasped and said, "Soviet? I saw in the newspaper that it is a very terrible place."

Schiller shook his head and didn't speak. Raven took a sip of noodles, sighed, and said, "I think I really have to go to school. Compared with others, I seem to know nothing."

"You can choose not to compare with others, but if you want to go to school, I can let Alfred call Dick and the others' school."

"Can that let me enroll?"

"Yes."

"It turns out that the society outside is so developed, allowing everyone to go to school easily." Raven sighed, "In Azeroth, if you want to go to school, you have to visit a teacher. The teacher will check your talent, and you have to bring him enough food."

"It's the same here." Schiller explained, "Going to school is not easy, but there are always people with privileges."

Raven seemed to understand something. She picked the noodles in the bowl with chopsticks and said, "It seems that those boys have privileges. They look very different from others."

"How are they different?"

"I can't say, but they seem to be freer than others and can do many things just because they want to."

"You envy them?"

"A little bit." Raven sucked the noodles hard and said, "But I actually don't have anything special I want to do."

"You have it now. Aren't you wanting to go to school?"

"You don't seem particularly worried that I will lose control." Raven frowned, put down the noodle bowl and said, "Or do you actually not know how serious the consequences will be after I lose control?"

"I know, but I don't think you will lose control. Don't you feel that the power in your body is not so violent anymore?"

Raven turned her head and thought carefully, and found that it was indeed the case. Schiller scooped the wontons in the bowl with a spoon and said, "If your power is related to emotions and will explode due to emotional loss of control, then it must be calm due to emotional moderation. You are in a good mood now, aren't you?"

"I guess so, but why wasn't it like this before?"

"Because you have always been required, but not taught. The person who led you only told you what the current situation is, but he didn't take out any effective solution, just constantly repeating the fact that will increase your pressure, 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 a solution. The method he told you to not lose control is to control yourself. This is like saying to someone in trouble that you have to work hard, but what is the direction of hard work? Has he taught you how to control your emotions?"

"He just said let me not have any emotions."

"You know this can't be done. Truth does not change because fools repeat the opposite facts thousands of times. You can't resist your nature. This is human instinct. This is like saying to someone in a traffic jam, 'As long as you can fly, all problems will be solved'."

"Then what do you think I should do?"

"Today, you must have had a moment when you completely forgot about controlling emotions, right?"

"Yes, when I am busy, I won't think about anything."

"Then just do it. Your emotions will find their own way out, and everything will be natural."

Raven seemed to have put down some burdens. She let out a long breath, and the heat of the noodle soup remaining in her mouth was exhaled by her together, emitting white smoke next to her lips.

She pursed her lips, looked at Schiller and said, "Thank you, Professor. It seems that besides rent, I have to pay you consultation fees."

"No charge this time, just as a try for my subsequent psychological consultation."

When Schiller put down the bowl, he saw a figure flash past behind the snack cart, but he just thought it was the person delivering the goods and didn't care.

After eating, the two walked towards the second-hand market. His housewarming banquet is actually another form of neighborhood party, so he needs some extra lighting to embellish it, and it should be slightly lively to set off the party atmosphere.

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

"Don't think about letting me put this thing in the house." Schiller shook his head and said, "Pure light pollution, and there are several spelling errors in the words."

"We all think Waylon's company should have a more conspicuous sign. Maybe this will be a good choice." Raven took out her mobile phone and started taking pictures, and then kept her head down and pressed the keyboard all the way, seeming to chat very happily with some people.

Schiller saw all kinds of candlesticks at a stall. Some were also in British style, and some were strange and cute, very suitable for his clinic.

Schiller's goal is to make his consultation room look like a collection room of a strange wizard. For this reason, he is even willing to frame the ugly Chinese characters written by Anatoli and hang them on the wall, just to confirm his identity as a wizard from the ancient East.

He took a fancy to an octopus candlestick. The octopus has eight tentacles, which are tilted in eight directions, dragging the base of the candlestick. The octopus has a pair of big eyes that don't look very smart, a little scary, but overall it is still cute.

Then he took a fancy to a black cat doll, a wood carving that looks like a Maori style, a sunflower clock, and a rooster vase with a strange shape.

Schiller thinks he can stack these things up, and then buy a string of light bulbs and wrap them around it. He knows this will cause a ridiculous effect, but that is what he wants.

He hopes that all guests can find 20 topics for this postmodern art piece, and then chat until the party ends.

Of course, this is impossible, so Schiller will not tell them that these things were bought back from the nearest second-hand market. He will make up a long and strange background story for each of them to fill the topics needed for the whole party.

For example, he will tell everyone that the octopus actually came from a mysterious ghost ship called the Great West Continent, and then he can talk about his adventure on the Great West Continent. Of course, this part must use the victim's perspective, otherwise it would be a bit unsuitable for children.

Although the last thing he did before leaving the ghost ship was to pick out the candlestick, which was a bit strange, Gotham is not short of strange people, and Schiller is not afraid of being the strangest one. Anyway, he has even been the Joker.

Schiller knows that someone will definitely compare the black cat doll with the Bat-Cat's body shape, and the Bat-Cat will definitely feel very dissatisfied. In this way, they can chat for more than ten minutes around which bad-tempered cats they have encountered.

The daily life of ordinary people is like this. Topics are both few and many, both narrow and broad. They can chat for a long time around every small detail in their lives.

But Schiller lacks these details. All his class days are two points and one line, regular without any change, and he rarely encounters accidents in his daily life.

The accidents he encountered cannot be talked about with ordinary people, because the people who usually cause him accidents have encountered accidents.

So Schiller needs to find enough trivial topics to fill this banquet that lasts for several hours, so that everyone has something to talk about.

Integrating into the atmosphere is already very difficult. Shaping the atmosphere, especially shaping a truly happy atmosphere, is the reason why Schiller needs to make so many preparations. For ordinary people, this is also very difficult.

Now he understands a little bit why Batman needs to make so many plans in advance, because every possible accident will make Schiller anxious.

What if they didn't notice what he arranged? What if they were silent about these anomalies? What if their focus of attention was always on him? What if these topics were not enough to fill the whole party?

Solving these problems, or solving Schiller's own anxiety, is to prepare a contingency plan, but the contingency plan cannot be finished, because the contingency plan may also have accidents, so you have to prepare a contingency plan for the contingency plan. If this goes on, who can distinguish him from Batman?

Schiller always feels that since Bruce became like the Joker, he started to become like Batman. Of course, it is also possible that he dealt with the main universe Batman too much and was infected.

Raven was surprised to see the pile of strange things Schiller carried. She used telekinesis to drag the bag for Schiller and said, "I thought you were just coming to buy some small decorative lamps, but it looks like you want to hold a ritual for all the guests."

"Keep this humor, miss, that will make you mix well in school." Schiller chose not to answer directly.

The two of them returned to the house together. Raven stood by the door watching Schiller busy, watching him combine those strange things in a stranger way.

Then she was surprised to find that these decorations were very suitable for this house, or rather, very suitable for Schiller. He stood around the decorations without any disharmony, even though those decorations looked like they could be used to summon Trigon, while Schiller was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, but their temperaments were strangely fused together.

Then it came to the most difficult part of party preparation—determining the menu. Schiller needs to write a letter to everyone, determine their allergens, and then remove the things they can't eat from the menu.

And this is a party where you can prepare food yourself, so he also has to organize an allergen list and mail it to everyone, letting them not bring food that others might be allergic to.

This is the biggest loophole in human evolution history, Schiller thought while writing the letter, who on earth would be allergic to arugula?

He might have said this sentence, and Raven, who was rummaging in the refrigerator, said, "I want to ask, who on earth would be allergic to broccoli?"

"This is completely different."

"No, this is actually the same. You can't complain that others have allergens when you have them yourself. This is not fair."

"You really should read more books."

"Does reading books have different answers?"

"Reading books will teach you politeness, miss."