Clark put down his phone, faced Diana's slightly confused look, shook his head and said, "It's nothing. Dr. Schiller was worried that I was too excited, and told me not to fly with Oliver in his arms. He had just finished taking such a long boat ride."
,need to have a rest."
Diana sighed, walked out of the restaurant with Clark and said, "Although Dr. Schiller seems to be very considerate, is it really necessary to call and warn him about this kind of thing?"
Clark scratched his head in embarrassment, "That's right, I'm actually a little excited that Oliver is back. You just said you wanted us to pick him up at the dock. I really thought about flying over here with him in my arms."
Diana shook her head helplessly and said: "It seems that every Schiller is such a divine fortune teller, but the difference is that this Schiller seems to want to take care of every detail."
"This is a good thing, isn't it? He can remind us to be careful at the right time. It would be great if I had such a responsible psychiatrist. The ones I usually see are always a bit perfunctory."
"You still go to see a psychiatrist?" Diana said with some surprise: "What psychological problem do you have?"
In fact, what she didn't say was that you are probably much healthier than 99% of the people on earth. Whether it is physical or mental, you are simply a perfect human template.
Clark also heard what Diana meant. He shook his head and said: "Before, someone told me that you are so powerful. What if you lose control and cause bad consequences? I will only think that he is deliberately targeting me. With that,
Why do so many people only think that I will lose control? I am no different from humans?"
"But in Mexico I saw the bloody consequences. Humans who are much weaker than me can create such human tragedies after losing power. I can't imagine what will happen to the earth if I lose control."
"Later, I discussed this issue with Martha and Jonathan. They wanted me not to be anxious about it and tried their best to comfort me. Until I discussed it with Bruce and Lex, they suggested that I find a
A psychiatrist, so that you can judge your own situation from the perspective of others."
"But not every psychiatrist is so professional." Diana said: "I have dealt with some of them, and some of them don't even believe what they are learning."
"Yes, I didn't expect them to be so advanced." Clark laughed and said, "But don't forget that I can read minds."
Diana also laughed. Now she understood that Clark had found another way to heal himself. He found a psychiatrist to tell him his troubles. After the psychiatrist listened, he would inevitably make judgments in his heart, and
They didn't need to express it, Clark could read their thoughts completely.
Of course, a psychiatrist's opinion may be biased, but as long as you see a few more and learn from each other's strengths, you will be able to judge your own state more accurately.
They chatted and walked, and soon arrived at the pier. Oliver was standing at the door with his luggage. Clark stretched out his arm and waved to him vigorously, and rushed up to hug him.
Clark patted Oliver on the shoulder and said something, but Diana, who was standing far away, clearly saw his footsteps pause. Diana noted this scene but said nothing, and greeted Oliver warmly.
Of course Clark and Diana wanted to help Oliver carry his luggage. Clark took the biggest box and Diana took two bags. He wanted to help Oliver take off the big bag on his back, but Oliver helped him instead.
He picked up the bag on his back and said, "Don't think of me as a child. I've traveled half the world with this bag on my back."
Diana didn't hesitate and let go. They quickly boarded the shuttle bus and arrived at the bar on the other side of the beach.
Lucifer was not there, but there were no customers in the bar. A note was left on the bar asking them to help themselves, and Diana went behind the counter to prepare drinks.
"I'm so happy, Oliver. This is a rare event in Gotham. Bruce will also be very happy."
Oliver took the wine glass, smiled and said, "I can't be absent from such an important event. Where are the blues people? Why didn't I come with you?"
"Forget it, we went to the beach to play during the day. When Selina put sunscreen on him, he was impatient. Now he's better. His shoulder was sunburned. I don't know if he's back from the hospital yet."
"I have never seen such a fragile Batman." Diana sighed and exclaimed: "The other Batman was shocked when he heard that he was sunburned. Although he didn't make an expression, I knew he was
I’m shocked, this is so ridiculous.”
"I'm really looking forward to him being tanned into a cooked shrimp." Oliver said with a smile: "Haven't you seen it yet? He wants to avoid this as much as possible. He has the pretentiousness of a young man from an aristocratic family, and he doesn't want to be associated with a red neck."
"It's a pity that I can't get a good tan no matter how I tan." Clark said deliberately in a proud tone: "Otherwise, it would remind him that one of his best friends is a complete redneck."
"Although I want him to recover well, I'm afraid I 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 neither asked. They probably knew what Oliver and Bruce were talking about. Every time the two of them got together, they talked about those things.
For these two non-human beings, those philosophical exchanges and ideological collisions were both too superficial and too profound, and they rarely had the patience to listen.
Clark is too inexperienced in the world, and Diana is too inexperienced in the world. One is passionate and will do things even if he doesn't listen, while the other has experienced too much and has to do it regardless of whether he listens or not.
It was the same this time. They thought that 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 started talking about the music festival instead.
"It's really hard to imagine that you listen to rap." Diana shook her head and said, "Bruce doesn't listen, he doesn't even understand."
"I'm sure you won't believe it." Oliver held out a finger and said mysteriously, "I and a current rap star are high school alumni."
Diana thought about it carefully, but she didn't know much about rap, let alone Clark. He always claimed that he had no artistic ability, and some human arts were too advanced for Kryptonians.
"Who is it?" Diana asked.
"Tupac Shakur! The famous Tupac!" Oliver laughed and said, "Have you forgotten that I'm from California? I'm from Star City, but I went to high school in Marin City, Tamalpais High School, which is famous here.
There are many celebrities."
This surprised both Clark and Diana. Even those who didn't listen to rap had heard of Tupac's name. He was always red and purple, and he was judged to be a unique miracle in the rap world.
"But he is younger than me. I have graduated and he has not yet entered high school, so we don't know each other, but it doesn't matter. I heard that he is also coming to the Gotham Music Festival. We can go and chat then."
Clark looked at Oliver with some surprise. He knew that although Oliver appeared to be more approachable than Bruce, and looked and spoke less like a nobleman, he was actually much prouder than Bruce. Not everyone could do that.
Let him initiate the conversation.
Clark guessed that it might be because Oliver particularly liked Tupac's music. After all, everyone has his or her own preferences, and there was no rule that the rich second generation couldn't like rap.
Diana noticed that Oliver toasted a lot today, which was a bit strange. Oliver was not an alcoholic. In this regard, he was more like Bruce. Although he would drink a little for socializing, he didn't like drinking himself.
, when friends are together, they will have a drink for the atmosphere, but their temperament and cultivation require them to never drink themselves like drunkards.
Just as Diana was about to ask a question indirectly, Hal and Schiller arrived. They took turns hugging Oliver, Clark made way for them, and Hal and Schiller sat next to Oliver.
A few people exchanged pleasantries and started chatting while drinking, but they all had a tacit understanding and did not mention any serious matters. After a while, Clark waved his hand and said, "You drink first, I'll go to the bathroom."
"Hey, you lose, buddy." Hal, who was already a little drunk, said, "Brothers, the rules are, whoever goes to the bathroom first loses."
"Come on, I just drank two large buckets of juice before I came here. I don't have a steel bladder, so I have to go. I won't count this game for now, wait until I come back."
After speaking, Clark staggered away. He could let the alcohol numb 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 that Lucifer will not have the money to renovate a steel bathroom. If Clark collapses..."
As soon as he said this, he heard a loud noise from the bathroom, and Schiller rushed over.
After he rushed in, Clark stood by the sink and waved his fist. The sound just now was obviously the sonic boom of his fist, and he did not break anything.
Clark held 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, obviously meaning do you know what happened? Clark shook his head and said: "I can't pry into other people's secrets like this. It's immoral. He is willing to tell us personally and tell me
Directly reading people's minds and understanding them are completely different things."
Clark was a little uneasy. He thought Schiller might refute this view. In fact, he was also a little entangled. It was his responsibility to solve problems for his friends, but he also knew that human beings valued privacy very much, especially Oliver, so reading his mind would definitely cause trouble.
He is angry.
But if you don't read it, you won't have time to regret it if something happens. Halfway through the drink, Clark couldn't hold it in any longer, so he called Schiller out and asked Schiller to quickly come to a conclusion and give him a good time.
"You can't always count on others." Schiller smiled and pointed out Clark's problem, but did not force him. Instead, he said: "Mind reading is not as powerful as you think, otherwise you can try it.
Try it, I bet you won’t be able to figure out what this is about even if you read it.”
Clark was a little unconvinced, but he didn't say it out loud. He thought that although psychiatrists are indeed very powerful, and Schiller is particularly powerful, he is Superman after all. What troubles can't be solved by a superman who can read minds?
Before returning to the bar, Clark used a deeper mind-reading ability on Oliver as if out of pique, and the next second he was overwhelmed by endless sadness and despair.
boom!
The bar broke into two sections, and everyone looked at Clark in shock. Clark's eyes were like blue moons sinking into a lake of blood, with tears welling up in his eyes.
It took all his strength to resist looking at Oliver, which allowed him to successfully cover up his act of prying into other people's inner secrets, but he was so overwhelmed by the complicated thoughts that he almost lost control.