amaotonovel Chapter 2835 Daily Life Before the Battle (Part )
Chapter 2835 Daily Life Before the Battle (Part )
Chapter 2835 Daily Life Before the Battle (Part )
Schiller opened the door and stood by the door nodding to the lady in the tweed windbreaker. The lady tucked her hair behind her ears and said to Schiller with a smile, "I feel much better now. Maybe it's just like you said, Professor, Ferro is already a big boy. I can't put the blame for the failure of that marriage on him..."
"Excessive reminiscing about the past is always a bad sign." Schiller shook his head and said, "Perhaps you should be thankful that he spent 20 years getting rid of your prejudice against him and did not follow your old path. He still has the courage to pursue love. This is something to be happy about."
"Although I still don't agree with him hanging out with that Mexican girl, he is indeed different from the two of us. He is a natural adventurer and should enjoy the world better... Oh, professor, I have kept you too long. See you next time."
"It's alright, ma'am. It's my pleasure to help you out."
The woman turned and left. Schiller closed the door and let out a long sigh. He walked to the coffee table tiredly to clean up the cups. Merkel walked in from the backyard door and said, "The last point has been taken care of, sir. We can have a cabbage dinner tonight."
"Have the potatoes been put in the cellar yet?"
"Yes, but unfortunately the cellar of this house is too small. I want to store more vegetable and flower seeds but there is no place to put them. Also, there is not enough nutrient soil. Maybe we have to go to the market tomorrow."
"I'm busy from morning to night tomorrow, so I'll ask Waylon to drive you there." Schiller made himself a cup of tea, sat on the sofa, unbuttoned his suit, took a sip of hot tea, and completely relaxed.
The evening light shines in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The green radish leaves falling in front of the windows reflect the golden light. Pedestrians outside the yard are walking home in a hurry. Children from the community primary school who are finishing school run past the door chatteringly, snacks in their hands.
Inside the house, the Scottish-style decoration creates a warm and peaceful atmosphere. Schiller is sorting out today's psychological counseling records while drinking tea.
Mrs. Hosander fell back into the sadness of her failed marriage because her son found a shabby Mexican girlfriend, and she booked two weeks of psychological treatment at Schiller's. Mr. Maricchiello's anxiety disorder worsened due to poor business management, and he developed resistance to the psychiatric drugs he was taking, so he has been receiving treatment at Schiller's for more than a month.
Angel, who lives next door, just entered high school. Because he couldn't fit in with the group, he suffered from depression. His family asked him to see a psychologist. Dr. Boll from the community hospital also had to come here regularly to check on his own mental condition.
The others were patients who had only come once or twice and did not leave much consultation information. Schiller glanced at the medical records he had compiled and felt that Mrs. Hosander had recovered well and should cancel the next few consultations. But the good news was that Mr. Maricchino introduced a friend of his who was also in a bad mental state due to poor company management and even had suicidal tendencies. He might be a long-term customer.
Schiller now basically only provides psychological counseling to community residents. This is a wealthy area, and although their current situation is not good, they can still afford some medical expenses. Rich people have always paid more attention to their mental state, so after learning that a world-renowned psychology expert has settled in their community, they no longer seek far-flung help, but instead place an order with Schiller.
Schiller hadn't done similar psychological counseling for a long time, and there were some difficulties at the beginning, especially when Mrs. Hosander cried to him for six hours about her ex-husband's bad behavior. Schiller had to temporarily increase the purchase of paper towels and replace the trash cans in the consultation area with large ones.
But there is good news. Although Schiller only charged the standard consultation fee, the fees charged by American psychologists are very high, so with only these few stable clients, Schiller also made a lot of money.
During this time, he finally built a small vegetable garden in the backyard. The first batch of cabbages had a poor harvest due to too much rain, but he still had a batch that was edible. The potatoes grew even faster and were almost filling up the cellar.
In fact, Merkel had returned before these vegetables had grown, but fortunately he was only interested in gardening and kind of disliked the vegetable garden, so the vegetables planted grew up safely. Schiller and others agreed to hold a harvest banquet tonight.
Since coming to this community, Schiller has become more and more adept at hosting banquets. Whether it is a housewarming party, a graduation party, a neighborhood gathering, a weekend camping party, or a fishing party, he has basically participated in them all. He has also become the godfather of two newborns in this community.
Schiller sent messages to all the people who had participated in taking care of the vegetable garden, basically young people, because they were in school or work, so the banquet was set in the evening.
Merkel went back to pick and wash the vegetables. Not long after, the door to the front yard was pushed open. A figure swung his legs and stomped his feet at the door, and Schiller walked over to open the door.
Jason stuffed a bunch of shopping bags in front of him, picked up the rag hanging by the door to wipe his shoes, changed into slippers and threw his shoes outside the door, complaining, "If they hadn't insisted on dragging me to watch the curtain call of the Lala Dance Troupe, I wouldn't have even had time to change my shoes."
He squeezed through the door and gave Schiller a big smile. Schiller smelled the smell of grass and soil on him, so he said, "You went to play football?"
"There's a game this afternoon." Jason had long passed the voice change period, and now his voice was very low. When it echoed in the room, it made the air tremble.
And he is not a child anymore. During his three years of high school, he grew rapidly, just like a bamboo shoot in spring, growing one section per day. Now he has just started college and he is already 1 meters tall.
The Wayne children are all very tall, but Dick has been practicing dancing for many years and is thin. Tim is not very fond of sports and is not very strong. Only Jason, no one knows where he inherited this tough gene from, is tall and strong, with a standard double-door body. Schiller felt that when he came in, the whole living room became a lot smaller.
Jason sat down on the sofa, and when he picked up the teacup that Schiller handed to him, he was quite cautious. The handle of the teacup was not big, and he could hold it with two fingers, like Zhang Fei embroidering.
"I insist that you should go to the basketball team. Maybe you can become an NBA star." Schiller said. He was not just encouraging him. Jason's physique advantage was so great that it would be enough for him to play football.
Jason shook his head and said, "I don't want to be a medicine bottle. I don't like this kind of confrontational sports. Football is just a way to kill time."
"I find it hard to believe that you would choose the Department of Classics. When Bruce and Thomas read your application, they acted as if the sky was falling. Thomas even privately asked Alfred if he had given birth to an Englishman."
"I do plan to go to the UK for an exchange," Jason said. "I want to study at Oxford for a year. The classical literature program there is the best in the world, and I also want to study English linguistics."
"I haven't studied in the UK, but I can ask Brand for you. It seems he has classmates in the UK."
“By the way,” Jason said, looking around Schiller’s house. “How have you been lately? Professor, I heard that you also felt like the sky was falling when you were growing vegetables in your own yard.”
"I know none of you think I can grow it, but I'm sorry, but that's how the world is. You never know what your next talent will be."
Jason glanced around and said something else, "It's just that my inertial thinking makes me think that Gotham is not suitable for growing vegetables. It's a good thing that they can grow them."
"And then, are vegetables all you care about?"
"I am concerned about you, Professor."
Schiller stared at Jason without saying anything. Jason blew on the tea and said, "Will Miss Quinzel come today?"
"It's hard to imagine how big of a fight you two had that made you call her Miss Quinzel. Swear to me you didn't fight her...Oh, you probably didn't, otherwise you would be in the hospital."
Jason put down his teacup, slumped on the sofa and looked at the ceiling, then suddenly sat up and looked at Schiller and said, "Really?"
"what do you mean?"
“Is the story of Harley Quinn true?”
Schiller raised his leg steadily and placed it on the other leg. He put his fingers together and said, "First of all, I don't think Jack can be admitted to a mental hospital. There is no mental hospital in Gotham that will accept him. Thomas even avoids him."
"Secondly, Harley's psychology studies are haphazard. Her grades in psychoanalysis are not even as good as Barry's. She is a behaviorist heretic."
"I don't think she has the opportunity to psychoanalyze others and be infected by their thoughts. Her current academic level is not even enough for her to pry open the door to other people's spiritual world."
"The reason is actually my fault. If she didn't learn magic, she might have spent more time on it. But obviously, she is more interested in magic than psychology, so she should become a magician instead of a psychiatrist."
"Finally, there is no Batman in this universe, and no one has the possibility of becoming the Joker. Who can make her become Harley Quinn?"
Jason hesitated to speak.
"Don't look at me." Schiller shook his head and said, "I'm no longer a clown. The unique interest Harley showed in me at the time was not so much a curse from Harley Quinn and the Joker, but rather that she just thought I was cool. She is always on the road of chasing trends."
"What's cool?"
“It’s similar to the relationship between the male and female protagonists in “Léon: The Professional,” a mysterious killer and an innocent little girl.”
"Then you are the mysterious killer and the mysterious killer." Jason said with a laugh.
"Have you seen Dick recently?" Schiller asked. "Has he still asked you to keep his relationship a secret? Has Thomas found out?"
"I guess not. Tim and I kept our mouths shut and I often covered for him. Although I don't know why he kept it a secret from Thomas. Rachel is a good girl and we all like her very much."
"It may be because she is a magician. He thinks Thomas cannot accept people in the occult circle. Constantine has set a bad precedent."
"Then there is still a need to keep it secret." Jason said, "If most magicians are like Constantine, Thomas will definitely strongly oppose such people appearing in our lives."
"Ole-God is back. Constantine has to face his ridicule every night recently." Schiller seemed to remember something happy. He said, "If I wasn't so busy recently, I would definitely go and see this fun."
"What's all the fuss?" Pamela poked her head out from the crack of the front door and said, "Come over and help me get my things in."