"Okay, kids, I'm going to the cafeteria for dinner. If you have any questions, please send them directly to my email. Don't forget to mark your name. I will reply to you within a week."
Schiller packed up the books and materials on the table and said.
The trainee agents who gathered around him to ask questions all looked a little regretful. A girl with blond hair and a baby face rested her elbows on the podium and said with her hands on her face: "Doctor, are you going to abandon us for Stark? Don't let those people
The tabloids have a chance to succeed."
"Go ahead, Catherine, you can take the jar of frosting cookies I put under the podium, as long as you're not afraid of wasting the whole weekend in the dentist's office." Schiller said with a smile.
Catherine puffed up her cheeks angrily and said, "Don't try to bribe me. Omar said you tell him that you will bring him Captain America's shield cookies next week. I'm crazy with jealousy. They are limited edition."
"Then you should ask the rich man next to you. No one is more familiar with Captain America than him." Schiller said with a shrug.
"Come on." Catherine curled her lips and said disdainfully. At this time, a little girl with brown hair and freckles on her face squeezed over and said with a smile: "You have to go, Catherine, I also want to know if the captain has
I’m spending the night at his house.”
"Maroni, can you please stop acting like a tabloid reporter?" Catherine said with some dissatisfaction: "I am not your drone to spy on the enemy."
"Hey! Hey! Girls, do you have anything to say about Captain America spending the night at my house?" Stark clapped his hands, stretched out a finger, shook it in the air and said, "He's wearing clothes.
My taste is old-fashioned, can you imagine it? A dark brown plaid sweater with a turtleneck."
The little girl named Maloney immediately squeezed towards Stark with bright eyes, chased after Schiller and Stark who were walking out, and asked in eloquent words: "Have you seen the way he is wearing clothes?"
Was it afterward or the next morning? Did you compare...? I mean, you know, 'you have more and I have less'."
Schiller tilted his head helplessly to one side, looked at Maroni from above his glasses and said, "Miss, if you write the analysis report with such energy, you can report to Nick's special operations team next year."
"I am preparing to write a paper on the interpersonal communication of superheroes. I want to know whether the behavior and social interaction of these humans with superpowers are different from ordinary people. What do you think of this selection? Doctor?"
"Not bad, but I advise you not to write about Captain America." Schiller blinked and said, "He doesn't understand some code words like 'how many'."
"Oh, we're here." Maroni exclaimed and said, "I won't disturb you anymore. I have to go find Catherine and ask her about the time she witnessed Spider-Man saving people before. She is also a good researcher.
Goodbye, object."
The short girl disappeared in a flash. Schiller and Stark sat down face to face at the window and began to order. The ordering waiter robot recorded their choices. It didn't take long for the sumptuous dishes to be served.
Was brought to the table.
Schiller ordered a vegetable soup from Provence and a salmon ragout for main, while Stark ordered a Lyonnais salad with sausage, half an onion pie, and mussels in lemon juice.
"The extremely generous Director Nick remembered to hire a French chef for these little guys, but he made the wrong decision to abandon the SHIELD cafeteria, which led to Natasha and Barton coming here every day
Let's eat." Schiller took a spoonful of vegetable soup and put it into his mouth and said.
"If Nick moves the SHIELD cafeteria to France, the French will chop off his head." Stark used a knife and fork to cut an onion pie and raised an eyebrow in a funny way.
"What brings you to me?"
"Can't I just have lunch with you?"
"Do you want me to include this in your mental health maintenance budget?" Schiller cut a piece of salmon and said while chewing: "We still have a lot of accounts to settle. For example, you told Nick that my mental state was not healthy and I could not work for a week.
I had more than ten medical appointments, so I had to come here to give lectures to kill time.”
Stark laughed and said, "Are you complaining?"
"You know very well that the gentlemen and ladies who make appointments with me for treatment do not have any psychological problems other than showing off their wealth and showing social status, but you are still trying to influence my normal practice."
"And as much as I'm grateful to Nick for giving me another career, it feels good to listen to the worries of these students."
"Self-deception, and..." Stark pressed the tip of his knife against the shell of the mussel, peeled off the meat with a fork, put it into his mouth, and said: "The troubles of adolescent agents are not enough to make up for your inability to practice.
Empty, you must have done something to make you full of energy and radiant now. I understand this state all too well."
Schiller's hand holding the knife and fork paused slightly, he took a sip of red wine, and then said: "No, you don't know me. In fact, everyone doesn't like not having to work and getting a large amount of mental health management fees.
Isn’t it?”
Stark sneered, full of disdain and ridicule, he put a piece of sausage into his mouth and said: "You know what? Mental illness patients can burst out with wisdom far beyond their normal ability in resisting nurses and hiding medicine.
Even the most professional lie detection team cannot detect the lies they tell.”
"You think I'm lying?"
"do not you?"
Stark's tone was so sharp that Batman had to say in his heart: "Do you really want to provoke him like this?"
But Schiller was not angry at all. He just shrugged and said: "If you think so, then go find the medicine I hid. I bet you can't find it, because there is none."
Stark pursed his lips and raised the corners of his lips and said, "No, you are implying that I am wandering around the universe like a headless fly, but I do not intend to do that."
"Then what are you going to do?"
"Having you put a little substance into your mental health management fee revenue will both lower Pepper and Obadiah's blood pressure and prove me right."
About half an hour later, Schiller sat on the sofa in Hell's Kitchen, looked at Stark across from him and said, "So you're going to keep an eye on me 24 hours a day?"
"Simple, but effective."
Schiller shook his head and walked to the kitchen as if he was helpless and started to check the ingredients in the refrigerator. Batman said in Stark's mind: "I don't think it's a good idea for you to provoke him like this. Let's talk about the encounter first."
I may not be able to beat him under the circumstances, and I don’t think you can either.”
"Why do you always think we will fight?" Stark asked very puzzledly: "What have you and the Schiller you know experienced? Do you often fight?"
"It's worse than that." Batman muttered as if hesitating, but he still said: "When I entered the tower of his mind, I once saw myself in another universe, and I had a glimpse of his memory."
"In that universe, Schiller was his teacher and could also be called his father, but..."
Batman's voice disappeared, and Stark's curiosity was aroused. He asked: "But what? What happened to the two of them?"
"It's hard to say." Batman gave an evaluation and said: "But I advise you not to offend him. We share the same body now, and I don't think we should waste time in the hospital."
Stark sneered again and said: "No matter what kind of Schiller you know, but I know my friend very well, he will not be angry."
"Even if you invade his private territory in a manner that can be called surveillance and stay here without leaving?"
"Your wording is too vicious." Stark said in disbelief: "Can't you come here as a guest as a companion?"
Batman was silent for a while and said, "But your purpose is surveillance, and he understands that."
"My purpose is to accompany me, of course he understands." Stark raised his voice and said: "He will accept the favor of any of us, and will not refuse our company. This is a rare good time, and it has been a long time.
Already."
"We'll see."
"I guess you will stay here until five o'clock in the evening at most." Schiller put a glass of water on the table in front of Stark and said: "The genius inspiration in your mind urges you to go back to the laboratory to create some great things for mankind.
The fruits of civilization, instead of sitting here watching soap operas."
Stark picked up the water glass, patted the sofa next to him and said, "Yes, let's watch it together. When do you think the heroine will find out that her husband is cheating?"
"Her husband didn't cheat. Her husband had cancer, so he acted like he was cheating and wanted the heroine to divorce him."
"God, it's more bloody than I thought."
Time passed quickly. At about 4:30, the sound of a car reversing into the garage sounded next to the house. Stark raised his hand and glanced at his watch, then stood up and said: "Very good, you are right."
Yes, now the genius Stark is going to make some contributions to human civilization. You can watch the show with Steve. I guess he will burst into tears."
Schiller sat on the sofa and looked up at him. After a while, a cold air came from the door. Steve rushed in hurriedly, stretched out his thumb and pointed at the door: "Quick, Tony,
Get rid of those traffic policemen following me, I didn’t turn on the driving recorder.”
Stark took the car keys and walked out. Steve directly picked up the kettle and drank a lot of water. Then he sat down on the sofa, looked at Schiller with blue eyes and asked: "How are you?
Are you feeling better? Dr. Schiller, how are you feeling lately?"
Schiller took the remote control to change the channel. In the slightly dim room, the colorful light of the TV program shone on his eyes. Steve stood up again, pulled his sweater down hard, and then walked
Turn on the lights.
"Hey, I want to watch that. I'm learning to cook recently." Steve pointed to the TV and said. He sat down again and stared at the cooking show on the TV without blinking.
With a "bang", the window behind him was opened. Stark threw the car keys on the window sill and said: "It's done, Steve, make sure he doesn't leave your sight tonight, including when you are wearing
When I put on that old brown plaid sweater, Peter will be here tomorrow morning."
Steve gave him an OK gesture without looking back, and then focused on the TV show.
"You were right to leave." Batman commented in Stark's mind: "If you continue to argue with him about whether the heroine's husband has cheated on her mentally, he will definitely beat you up."
"He won't, because her husband is mentally cheating."
"There is no basis for it. You are not suitable for reasoning."
"It's because you're not good at studying."
"I want to beat you now."
"But there's nothing you can do."
Batman fell silent, as if contemplating the possibility of mentally beating Stark up.
But perhaps because he thought it might hurt himself, he gave up this plan, and then began to secretly look forward to the day when Schiller would beat him. He firmly believed that one day would happen.
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