novelonline Chapter 2664 Hollywood Rhapsody (22)
Chapter 2664 Hollywood Rhapsody (22)
Chapter 2664 Hollywood Rhapsody (Twenty-two)
Schiller hesitated for a second in the corridor, then turned and walked towards the direction of the library in his memory. As soon as he turned a corner, the girl leaning against the windowsill opposite greeted 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 know her. Obviously, from now on, the background story would have to complete the details. What he didn't forget was that in the setting written for him by his superego, he had many suitors in college.
"Sorry, I always don't have time on weekends. I've already talked to the priest." Schiller smiled and then looked at the girl and said.
"Oh, no, you're just shy. I promised her that I would call you over...Okay, I know she's a little anxious, but what if I invited you?"
"Thank you very much for your kindness, but I do have an appointment, so I have to go to the library now to finish this week's homework. How is your little project going?"
The girl was obviously very happy about Schiller's concern. She said, "It's okay. Professor Walter doesn't like me very much, so he doesn't push me too hard. But you, you are Professor Bailey's favorite student, so you must be under a lot of pressure."
Schiller moved aside a little and walked towards the stairs. The girl followed him, put her hand on the pen in her pocket, followed Schiller down the stairs and said, "He should give you some private time."
"Lest I betray so many good intentions? Well, nothing can be hidden from you, ma'am. I am indeed in some trouble recently. It is my private matter. I may not have much time in the next few weeks."
The girl stopped and said, "Of course, I understand. It seems that you want to be more than just an ordinary psychiatrist. Maybe we will meet in the audience of a football game?"
"I hope so. No one can say that meeting you wasn't 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 towards the door, he felt an unfriendly gaze.
When he turned around and saw Strange's face, Schiller nodded to him and strode away.
Schiller walked quickly towards the library. It was noon, and many people were rushing to the library after lunch. He was not conspicuous in the crowd, and did not meet any acquaintances who wanted to chat with him. He arrived at the library smoothly and found a seat by the window.
Schiller didn't bring a computer, and mobile phones of that era weren't that smart, so 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 was not very developed in that era, and there were no cameras everywhere. Ultron wanted to check some things and had to mobilize a lot of equipment, so the other end of the conversation fell silent.
Schiller was not in a hurry. He picked up a novel and started reading. Suddenly, a figure flashed past his peripheral vision. Schiller did not look up, but from the figure and walking posture, he could tell that it was Stephen Strange.
The frequency of his appearances was a bit too high. Schiller knew that this was not right. Strange was a genius with almost photographic memory. If they had so many intersections in this era, it would be impossible for them to have that kind of relationship 20 years later.
Although there was only a background board, Schiller was very sure that even according to the personality set by his superego, it was impossible for him to have such a awkward situation with an acquaintance after 20 years of getting along with each other. The only explanation was that they were not familiar with each other.
Seeing a figure passing by him again, Schiller's mouth curled up slightly, as if he saw something funny in the novel in his hand, or more like seeing a cunning fish constantly testing the bait, coming and going, as if finding a good angle to bite, it could avoid the fate of being hooked.
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 is laid out neatly and the plot of evil being punished is even more popular, which is very suitable for venting stress.
As you can tell from the badly worn appearance of the book, there is a lot of pressure that needs to be vented in medical school.
A figure flashed in front of Schiller and sat down. The familiar sight appeared again. Schiller didn't even raise his head, thinking that someone who was sharing the table had chosen the seat here.
The other party had obvious communication barriers, and the finger movements that Schiller caught out of the corner of his eye showed that he had not expected Schiller not to speak, and had never imagined a situation where he would need to take the initiative to speak.
After all, they were acquaintances in the future, so Schiller finally looked up, looked at Strange and asked, "What can I do for you, classmate?"
Strange pursed his lips and blinked very quickly, with two fingers extended but curled inward, and his lower body slightly tilted while sitting, as if he didn't want to face Schiller completely.
"Too anxious." Schiller took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, hoping that Ultron could bring him good news soon. He was almost drowned out by Strange's inner noise.
"I'm 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 moved at will, but his articulation was very clear and his speech speed was also very fast. "I don't understand. This is hard to understand."
"Do I look like a very unpopular person?" Schiller asked Strange with a slightly puzzled look.
He saw Strange's eyes dart over him before he shook his head and said, "No, but you're just not unpleasant, not that popular."
"I completely understand that you are not jealous," Schiller said. "Not an offending jealous person."
"No, I'm not." Strange nodded quickly, "I just want to know why."
"But first you have to tell me, in what way do you think I am popular? In my relationship with 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, always making people feel that they are strong and intimidating, and think that the opposite sex will like them like this."
"Is not it?"
"It's more about attracting hormones, but what really attracts your rational genius brain and makes you think that this is good and worth entrusting your life to is profound knowledge, stable emotions or humorous conversation."
Strange's expression showed disappointment. This was obviously a very common answer. It was not that Schiller did not want to tell him the truth, but he could not explain no matter what. This was just a written rule of the universe and the bad taste of two of his personality traits.
But Schiller was indeed popular. As long as he wanted, he could make everyone flock to him. The negative factor in this adjective was the real essence. He did not hesitate to describe his pursuers as greedy vultures. This was exactly his purpose. No one was attracted to him.
"Are you blaming me for not telling you the truth?" Schiller looked at Strange and said, "Do I have this responsibility?"
"No, you didn't." Strange shook his head and said, "You are being polite by still being here."
"You don't seem so nervous anymore, sir." Schiller looked down at the book in his hand. The plot of the two pages was becoming flat, so he had no interest in reading on. So he continued, "Do you have 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 the side, but it seemed that he was not looking at anything. He just didn't want to look at Schiller in front of him.
"Is he my suitor?"
Strange seemed to explode suddenly. He pursed his lips until they were bloodless, turned his body straight, stared at Schiller with a look that could be called vicious, and said, "I just don't understand..."
"You are not jealous at all. Apparently, you did not blame me. This is quite unexpected because in the eyes of many people, their lovers are perfect and should be loyal to them. If there is any accident, it must be someone else's fault."
"But you don't think so. You put the blame on the person of the opposite sex you like, but you don't blame me. You even admire me a little. You think I attracted someone's attention because I mastered certain skills, and you don't think these skills are sinful."
Strange leaned his upper body back and clasped his hands together on the table.
"You want to learn from me, thinking that if you also master this skill, you will never be worse than me, so that you can also get some people's attention." Schiller tilted his head slightly, stared at Strange and said: "This is really strange, your emotions are not functioning normally."
"Don't analyze me!"
"Oh, sorry, my nose just hurts a little." Schiller said something seemingly irrelevant, but he put on the glasses he had just taken off. Under the influence of the reflection of the mirror, no one could see his eyes clearly.
"You think that what impresses people is not emotion but skills. You don't regard the happiness of the person you like as your own happiness, and you can't even empathize with her. You only have the desire to obtain and possess her. So when you come to me, you don't ask me what she likes about me, but ask me how I got her attention."
"You would be an excellent psychologist." Strange's tone was so cold that all the praise sounded like sarcasm.
"That's not good enough," Schiller said. "Can you tell me who she is? Who's on the cheerleading team?"
"Renee Hobbins," said Strange.
“It’s not a healthy technique that I’m using.”
“I only care about whether it’s professional enough.”
"There's no professional word to define it, but for me personally, it works pretty well," Schiller said with a smile.
"So what is it?" Strange leaned forward and asked.
"Don't think of yourself as a kidnapper."
"what?"
"Take yourself as a hostage and then train a kidnapper."