The owner of the food stall where Schiller was sitting was from Fujian. His main business was noodles, including Fujian shrimp noodles, sand tea noodles, etc., but Schiller didn’t like noodles, so he ordered a bowl of wontons.
Crow ordered a bowl of Hokkien noodles.
Schiller heard that the boss behind the food truck was talking to his wife in a dialect from somewhere in Fujian. Although the English they used had an accent, they communicated smoothly with the guests, indicating that they had been here for a long time.
"I saw an envelope on your table." Raven said after taking a sip of noodle soup: "There are some strange patterns drawn on it. Have you encountered anything strange?"
"That's not a strange pattern." Schiller said with some helplessness, "That's... poorly written Chinese characters."
When he said the last word, Schiller felt a little guilty, because no matter from which angle you looked at it, it couldn't be called a Chinese character.
"Chinese characters? Do you have a Chinese friend?"
Schiller shook his head, but was stunned for a moment and nodded again. He said: "I do have Chinese friends, but it's not him. He is a Soviet."
Raven took a breath of air and said, "The Soviet Union? I read in the newspaper that it was a very scary place."
Schiller shook his head and said nothing. Raven took a sip of noodles, sighed and said, "I think I really need to go to school. Compared with other people, I don't seem to know anything."
"You can choose not to compare with others, but if you want to go to school, I can ask Alfred to call Dick's school."
"Will that allow me to enroll?"
"Yes."
"It turns out that the society outside is so developed that it is easy for everyone to go to school." Raven sighed: "In Azeroth, if you want to go to school, you have to visit the teacher. The teacher will check your talent. You still have to go to school."
Bring him enough food."
"It's the same here," Schiller explained: "It's not easy to go to school, but there are always people who have the privilege."
Raven seemed to understand something. She picked up the noodles in the bowl with her chopsticks and said, "It seems those boys have privileges. They look very different from other people."
"What's the difference?"
"I can't tell, but they seem to have more freedom than other people and can do a lot of 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 in particular that I want to do."
"Now that you have it, don't you want 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 you don't actually know how serious the consequences will be if 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 no longer so violent?"
Raven turned his head and thought about it carefully, and found that it was indeed the case. Schiller scooped up the wontons in the bowl with a spoon and said: "If your power is related to emotions, and you will explode because your emotions are out of control, then you will definitely be calm because your emotions are gentle.
, you are in a good mood now, aren't you?"
"That's right, but why wasn't it like this before?"
"Because you have been asked but not taught. The person who leads you just tells you what the current situation is, but he does not come up with any effective solutions. He just keeps repeating to you that it will give you disciples."
Adding to the stress is the fact that you're going to lose control, you're going to lose control, you're going to lose control."
"He said as long as I control my emotions..."
"But this is not a solution. He tells you that the way to prevent you from losing control is to control yourself. It is like telling a person who is in trouble that you have to work hard, but in what direction? He has taught
How do you control your emotions?"
"He just told me not to have any emotions."
"You know it can't be done. The truth doesn't change just because a fool repeats the opposite fact thousands of times. You can't resist your nature. It's human instinct. It's like saying to a person in traffic jam, 'As long as you can
All problems will be solved."
"Then what do you think I should do?"
"There must have been a moment today where you completely forgot about controlling your emotions, right?"
"Yes, I don't think about anything when I'm busy."
"Then that's it, your emotions will find a way out on their own, and everything will happen naturally."
Raven seemed to have put down some baggage, and she let out a long breath. The hot air left in her mouth was exhaled by her, and white smoke appeared next to her lips.
She pursed her lips, looked at Schiller and said, "Thank you, professor. It seems that in addition to the rent, I also have to pay your medical fees."
"There is no charge this time. Just treat it as a trial for my future psychological counseling."
When Schiller put down the bowl, he saw a figure passing behind the dining car, but he just thought it was a delivery person and didn't pay attention.
After eating, the two of them walked towards the second-hand market. His housewarming party was actually another form of neighborhood party, so it needed some extra lighting to embellish it and make it a little more lively to enhance the atmosphere of the party.
But those neon signs with exaggerated fonts forming letters were still a bit too advanced. Schiller frowned and walked around those stalls, but Raven seemed very interested.
"Don't ask me to put this thing in the house." Schiller shook his head and said: "Pure light pollution, and there are several misspellings."
"We all think that Waylon's company should have a more conspicuous sign. Maybe this would be a good choice." Raven took out his mobile phone and started taking pictures, then lowered his head and pressed the keyboard all the way, seemingly talking to some people.
Had a great time chatting.
Schiller saw a variety of candlesticks at a stall, some of them British-style, and some weird and cute, which were perfect for his consulting room.
Schiller's goal was to make his clinic look like a weird wizard's collection room. To this end, he was even willing to frame the ugly Chinese characters written by Anatole and hang them on the wall, just to sit in them.
This proves his identity as an ancient oriental wizard.
He took a fancy to an octopus candlestick. The octopus had eight tentacles that were raised in eight directions, dragging the base of the candlestick. The octopus had a pair of big eyes that didn't look very smart. It was a little scary, but overall it was still cute.
Then he took a fancy to a black cat doll, a wooden sculpture that looked like a Maori style, a sunflower clock, and a weird rooster vase.
Schiller thought he could stack these things up and then buy a string of light bulbs and wrap them around them. He knew it would create a comical effect, but that was the effect he wanted.
He hoped that all the guests could find 20 topics to talk about this postmodern artwork and then chat among themselves until the end of the party.
Of course, that's impossible, so Schiller won't tell them that he picked them up at the nearest second-hand market. Instead, he'll fill the entire party with a long, bizarre backstory for each one.
required topics.
For example, he will tell everyone that the octopus actually came from a mysterious ghost ship called the Daxizhou, and then he can talk about his adventures on the Daxizhou. Of course, this part must use the victim's perspective, otherwise
It's a bit inappropriate for children.
Although the last thing he did before leaving the ghost ship was to pick off someone else's candlestick, which was a bit strange, there is no shortage of weirdos in Gotham, and Schiller is not afraid to be the weirdest among them. After all, he has even been a clown.
Schiller knew that someone would compare the size of the black cat doll with the Batcat, and the Batcat would be dissatisfied, so they could chat for ten minutes about the bad-tempered cats they had encountered.
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The daily life of ordinary people is like this. There are few and many topics, narrow and broad, and they can talk for a long time about every little detail in their lives.
But Schiller lacked these details. All his class days were at two o'clock and one line at a time. There was no change in the routine, and he rarely encountered accidents in his daily life.
The accidents he encountered cannot be discussed with ordinary people, because usually the people who caused him to encounter accidents also encountered accidents.
So Schiller had to find enough trivial topics to fill the several-hour banquet and give everyone something to talk about.
Integrating into the atmosphere itself is difficult. Shaping the atmosphere, especially creating a truly cheerful atmosphere, is why Schiller needs to make so many preparations. This is also difficult for ordinary people.
Now he somewhat understood why Batman had to plan so much in advance, because every possible accident would make Schiller anxious.
What if they don’t notice what they have laid out? What if they are silent about the anomalies? What if the focus of their attention is always on themselves? What if these topics are not enough to fill the entire party?
The way to solve these problems, or to solve Schiller's own anxiety, is to prepare a plan, but the plan cannot be completely prepared, because accidents may also occur in the plan, so we must prepare plans for the plan. If this continues, who will be able to tell them apart?
And Batman?
Schiller always felt that since Bruce became like the Joker, he began to resemble Batman. Of course, it is also possible that he was infected by having too many interactions with Batman in the main universe.
Raven was surprised when she saw the pile of strange things that Schiller was carrying. She used her telekinesis to help Schiller drag the bag and said: "I thought you were just here to buy some small decorative lamps, but it looks like you are.
I want to perform a ritual ceremony for all the guests."
"Keep this sense of humor, miss, it will help you do well in school." Schiller chose not to answer directly.
The two of them returned to the house together, and Raven stood by the door watching Schiller at work, watching him put the already strange things together in an even stranger way.
Then she was surprised to find that these decorations were very suitable for this house, or in other words, very suitable for Schiller. He stood around the decorations without any disobedience, even though the decorations looked like they could be used to summon the Three Palace Demons.
, while Schiller wore a suit and leather shoes, but their temperaments were strangely blended together.
Then came the most difficult part of preparing the banquet - deciding on the menu. Schiller needed to write a letter to everyone identifying their allergens and exclude items from the menu that they couldn't eat.
And since this is a banquet where you can prepare your own food, he has to compile a list of allergens and send it to everyone to ask them not to bring food that others may be allergic to.
This is the biggest loophole in the history of human evolution. Schiller was thinking while writing this letter, who would be allergic to arugula?
He may have said this, but Raven, who was rummaging through the refrigerator, said, "I just wanted to ask, who is allergic to broccoli?"
"This is completely different."
"No, it's actually the same thing. You can't complain about other people having allergens when you have them. It's not fair."