Schiller hesitated for a second in the corridor, then turned and walked in the direction of the library in his memory. As soon as he turned a corner, the girl leaning against the window sill opposite said hello to him.
"Hi, Schiller." The blonde girl smiled at him and said, "Will you go to the football party next week? Renee asked me to call you, you know."
Schiller didn't know this girl, but he knew he should. Obviously from now on, the background story would have to fill in the details. What he didn't forget was that in the setting written by his superego, he was in college.
There are many suitors.
"Sorry, I always don't have time on weekends. I've already made an agreement with the priest." Schiller lowered his head and smiled, then looked at the girl again and said.
"Oh, no, you are just shy. I promised her that I would call you until... Okay, I know she is a little anxious, but what if I invite you?"
"Thank you very much for your kindness, but I do have an appointment with someone a long time ago. For this reason, I have to go to the library now to get out this week's homework. How is your little project?"
The girl was obviously very happy with Schiller's concern. She said: "It's so-so. Professor Walter doesn't like me very much, so he doesn't rush me very much. But you, you are Professor Bailey's favorite student, so the pressure should be very high."
Be big."
Schiller stepped aside a little and walked towards the stairs. The girl followed, reached out to hold the pen in her pocket, followed Schiller down the stairs and said: "He should give you something private."
Time."
"Lest I live up to so many good intentions? Well, I can't hide anything from you, madam. I'm really in a bit of trouble recently. It's my private matter. I may not have much time in the past few weeks."
The girl stopped and said, "Of course, I understand. It seems like you don't just want to be an ordinary psychiatrist. Maybe we will meet by chance in the auditorium of a football game?"
"I hope so too. No one can say that meeting you is not a romantic journey. Say hello to Renee for me."
"I will, bye."
Schiller smiled at her, turned around and went downstairs. As soon as he took a step toward the door, he felt an unfriendly gaze.
Turning around and seeing Strange's face, Schiller nodded to him and strode away.
Schiller walked quickly to the library. It was now noon, and many people were rushing to the library after eating. He blended in the crowd without being conspicuous, and he didn't meet any acquaintances who struck up a conversation. He went there smoothly.
When I arrived at the library, I found a seat by the window.
Schiller did not bring a computer, and mobile phones of this era were not that smart. He could only pretend to read a book while using his glasses to ask Ultron if there were any recent cases around Manhattan.
The Internet in this era was not very developed, and there were no cameras everywhere. Ultron had to query something and mobilize a lot of equipment, so the other end of the conversation became quiet.
Schiller was not in a hurry. He just found a novel and started reading. Suddenly a figure passed by his peripheral vision. Schiller did not raise his head, but he could tell from his body shape and walking posture that it was Stephen Strand.
strange.
The frequency of his appearance is a bit too high. Schiller knows that this is wrong. Strange is a genius and has an almost photographic memory. If they have had so many intersections in this era, then they will be together 20 years later.
It can't be that kind of relationship.
Although there was only a background board, Schiller was very convinced that even if he was based on the character written by his superego, he would not be able to have such a quarrel with an acquaintance in 20 years of getting along. The only explanation is that they are not familiar with each other.
Seeing a figure passing by him again, Schiller raised the corners of his mouth slightly, as if he had seen something funny in the novel in his hand, more like seeing a cunning fish circling the bait and constantly testing it.
Coming and going, it seems that finding a good angle to bite can avoid the fate of being caught.
With Schiller's full devotion, he was really attracted by the plot of "The Count of Monte Cristo" in his hand. Although he had read it before, this book is a rare and refreshing masterpiece. The plot in it is
The layout is neat and tidy, and the scene where evil is rewarded is a joy to watch, and is very suitable for venting stress.
It can be seen from the well-worn appearance of this book that there is too much stress that needs to be vented in medical school.
A figure flashed in front of Schiller and sat down. The familiar sight appeared again. Schiller did not raise his head, just thinking that someone sharing the table had chosen the seat here.
The other party had obvious communication difficulties. The movements of Schiller's fingers that he could see out of the corner of his eye showed that he had not expected that Schiller would not speak, and had never imagined that he would need to take the initiative to speak.
After all, he was an acquaintance in the future. Schiller finally raised his head, looked at Strange and asked: "What can I do for you? Classmate?"
Strange pursed his lips and blinked very quickly. He stretched out two fingers but clasped them inward. His lower body was slightly tilted as he sat, as if he didn't want to face Schiller completely.
"So anxious." Schiller took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, hoping that Ultron could bring him good news soon. He was almost drowned by Strange's inner noise.
"I'm very curious." Strange looked at Schiller and said this quickly.
"What are you curious about?"
"Why are you so popular?" Strange's lips did not move according to the rules of pronunciation, but more like he wanted to. But his speech was very clear and his speech was very fast. "I don't understand. It's hard to understand.
.”
"Do I look like a very unpopular person?" Schiller asked, looking at Strange with some confusion.
He saw Strange's eyes sizing him up quickly, then shook his head and said, "No, but you're just not annoying, not so popular."
"I completely understand that you are not jealous," Schiller said: "You are not a jealous criminal full of offensive feelings."
"Yes, I'm not." Strange nodded quickly, "I just want to know why."
"But first you have to tell me, where do you think I am popular? With my classmates and teachers? Or with the opposite sex?"
"With the opposite sex."
Strange's answer was completely beyond Schiller's expectations, but he still said calmly: "Most men like to show their aggression, which always makes people think that they are powerful and intimidating, and think that the opposite sex will like them."
They are like this."
"Is not it?"
"This is more about attracting hormones, but what really attracts your rational genius brain is to make you think that this is something good and worthy of being entrusted to you for life, whether it is profound knowledge, stable emotions or humor.
Conversation.”
Strange's expression showed disappointment. This was obviously a most popular answer. It wasn't that Schiller didn't want to tell him the truth, but he couldn't explain that this was actually just a written in universe rule. It was one of his
The bad taste of two personality traits.
But Schiller is indeed popular. As long as he wants, he can make everyone flock to him. The negative element in this adjective is the real essence. He is not afraid to describe his pursuers as greedy.
The vulture, this is exactly his purpose, and no good person has ever been attracted to him.
"Are you blaming me for not telling you the truth?" Schiller looked at Strange and said, "Am I responsible for this?"
"No, you didn't." Strange shook his head and said, "It's the greatest courtesy that you can still sit here."
"You don't seem so nervous anymore, sir." Schiller lowered his head and glanced at the book in his hand. The plot of these two pages was flattening out, making him less interested in continuing to read, so he continued: "You
Is there anyone of the opposite sex you are interested in? Do you want to ask me for advice on how to be popular with the opposite sex?"
"Yes." Strange suddenly hesitated again. He turned his head to one side, but he didn't seem to be looking at anything. He just didn't want to look at Schiller in front of him.
"Is he my suitor?"
Strange seemed to burst out suddenly. He pursed his lips until they were bloodless, turned his body straight around, stared at Schiller with what could be called a vicious look and said: "I just don't understand..."
"You have no jealousy at all. Obviously, you don't blame me for your fault. This is quite unexpected, because in the eyes of many people, your lover is perfect and it is best to be devoted to yourself. If there is any
Accidents must be someone else’s fault.”
"But you don't think so. You put the fault on the person of the opposite sex you like, but you don't blame me. You even admire me a little. You think that I attract someone's attention because I have mastered certain skills. You
I don’t think these techniques are sinful.”
Strange leaned his upper body back and clasped his two hands together on the table.
"You want to ask me for advice, thinking that if you also master this skill, you will never be worse than me, so that you can also get the attention of some people." Schiller tilted his head slightly and stared at Ste.
Ranch said: "This is really strange, your emotions are not functioning properly."
"Don't analyze me!"
"Oh, sorry, I just had a little pain on the bridge of my nose." Schiller said something seemingly unrelated, but he put on the glasses he had just taken off. Under the influence of the reflection of the mirror, no one could see him clearly.
eyes.
"You think that what moves people is not emotion but skill. You don't regard the happiness of the person you like as your happiness. You can't even empathize with her. You only have the desire to get and possess her, so you came to me.
, not asking me what she likes about me, but asking me how I got her attention."
"You will be an excellent psychologist." Strange's tone was very cold, so all words of praise sounded like ridicule.
"That's not enough," Schiller said. "Can you tell me who she is? Who's on the cheerleading team?"
"Renee Hobbins," Strange said.
"What I was using was not a healthy technique."
"I just care about whether it's professional enough."
"There is no professional vocabulary to define it, but for me personally, it is pretty easy to use," Schiller said with a smile.
"Then what is it?" Strange asked, leaning forward.
"Don't think of yourself as a kidnapper."
"What?"
"Take yourself as a hostage and then train a kidnapper."