amaotonovel Chapter 2284 Gotham Music Chapter (23)
Chapter 2284 Gotham Music Chapter (23)
Chapter 2284 Gotham Music Festival (Twenty-three)
Clark put down his phone, faced Diana's slightly puzzled look, shook his head and said, "Nothing, Dr. Schiller was worried that I was too excited, and told me not to think about flying with Oliver. He just finished sitting on the boat for so long and needs to 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 make a phone call to remind you about this kind of thing?"
Clark scratched his head a little embarrassedly. "That's right. Oliver is back. I am a little excited. You just said that we should go to the dock to pick him up. I actually thought about just flying over here with him in my arms."
Diana shook her head helplessly and said, "It seems that every Schiller is such a fortune teller, but the difference is that this Schiller seems to want to control every detail."
"That's a good thing, isn't it? He can remind us to be careful at the right time. I wish I had such a responsible psychiatrist. The ones I usually see are always perfunctory."
"You're still seeing a psychiatrist?" Diana asked in surprise, "What psychological problems do you have?"
In fact, what she didn't say was that you are probably much healthier than 99.99% of the people on earth. Both physically and mentally, you are simply a perfect human template.
Clark also understood what Diana meant. He shook his head and said, "Before this, someone told me that you are so powerful. What if you lose control and cause some bad consequences? I just thought he was targeting me on purpose. Why do so many people think that I will lose control? I am no different from humans."
"But I saw the bloody consequences in Mexico. When the power imbalance of humans who are much weaker than me is imbalanced, they can create such a tragedy. I dare not imagine what will happen to the earth if I lose control."
"Later, I discussed this with Martha and Jonathan. They hoped that I would not be anxious about it and comforted me as much as they could. Until I discussed this with Bruce and Lex, they suggested that I see a psychologist so that I could judge my situation from other people's perspectives."
"But not every psychiatrist is so professional," Diana said. "I have dealt with some of them, and some of them don't even believe in what they have learned."
"Yeah, I didn't expect them to be that advanced." Clark laughed and said, "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 psychologist and told him about his troubles. After listening, the psychologist would inevitably make a judgment in his heart, and they did not need to express it. Clark could read their thoughts completely.
Of course, one psychologist’s opinion may be biased, but if you see a few and take the best of each, you can make a more accurate assessment of your own condition.
They walked and talked and soon arrived at the dock. Oliver was standing at the door with his luggage. Clark stretched out his arms and waved at him vigorously, then rushed up and hugged him.
Clark patted Oliver on the shoulder and said something, but Diana, who was standing in the distance, clearly saw him pause. Diana remembered this scene but didn't say anything and greeted Oliver warmly.
Clark and Diana of course wanted to help Oliver with his luggage. Clark took the largest suitcase, and Diana took two bags. He wanted to help Oliver take off the big bag on his back, but Oliver held up the bag on his back and said, "Don't treat me like a child. I've traveled half the world with this bag on my back."
Diana didn't hesitate and let go. They quickly got on the shuttle and arrived at the bar on the other side of the beach.
Lucifer was not there, but there were no customers in the bar. There was a note left on the bar asking them to help themselves, and Diana walked behind the counter to prepare cocktails.
"I'm so happy, Oliver. This is a rare event in Gotham. Bruce will definitely be very happy too."
Oliver took the glass, smiled and said, "I can't be absent from such an important event. Where's Bruce? Why didn't he come with you?"
"Don't mention it. We went to the beach during the day and he got impatient when Selina was applying sunscreen to him. Now his shoulder is sunburned. I don't know if he has returned from the hospital yet."
"I've never seen such a fragile Batman." Diana sighed and said, "The other Batman was shocked when he heard that he was sunburned. Although he didn't show any expression, I know he was shocked. This is too ridiculous."
"I'm looking forward to him being tanned like a cooked shrimp." Oliver said with a smile: "Haven't you figured it out? He wants to avoid this as much as possible. He has the pretentiousness of a young man from a noble family and doesn't want to associate with rednecks."
"It's a pity that I can't get red no matter how much I tan," Clark said in a deliberately smug tone, "or else 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 still have to go see him. There are some things I want to ask him." Oliver said after taking a sip of wine.
Clark and Diana looked at each other but didn't ask any further questions. They probably knew what Oliver and Bruce talked about. Every time the two of them got together, they talked about those things.
For these two non-humans, those philosophical exchanges and clashes of ideas were both too superficial and too profound, and they rarely had the patience to listen.
Clark is too inexperienced, while Diana is too inexperienced. One is full of passion and will do it even if he doesn't listen, while the other has experienced too much and knows that she has to do it whether she listens or not.
This time was the same. They thought Oliver couldn't wait to talk to Bruce about the new achievements in Mexico and determine the 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 you listening to rap." Diana shook her head and said, "Bruce doesn't listen to it. He doesn't even understand it."
"You won't believe me if I tell you this." Oliver held up a finger and said mysteriously, "I went to high school with a current rap star."
Diana thought about it carefully, but she didn't know much about rap, let alone Clark. He always claimed that he had no artistic talent. 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 has produced many famous people."
This surprised Clark and Diana. Even if you don't listen to rap, you have heard of Tupac's name. He has always been very popular and is believed to be a unique miracle in the rap world.
"But he is younger than me. I have already graduated, but he hasn't even started high school yet, so we don't know each other. But it doesn't matter. I heard that he is also coming to the Gotham Music Festival, so we can go and chat then."
Clark looked at Oliver in surprise. He knew that although Oliver acted more approachable than Bruce, and his behavior and speech did not seem like that of a nobleman, he was actually much prouder than Bruce, and not everyone could be approached by him for a conversation.
Clark guessed that maybe Oliver particularly liked Tupac's music. After all, everyone has their own preferences, and there is no rule that rich second-generations cannot like rap.
However, Diana noticed that Oliver raised his glass more often today, which was a bit strange. Oliver was not a heavy drinker. In this respect, he was more like Bruce. Although he would drink a little for social occasions, he did not like to drink. When he was with friends, he would have a small drink for the atmosphere, but their temperament and upbringing required them to never get drunk like alcoholics.
Diana was about to ask indirectly when Hal and Schiller arrived. They took turns hugging Oliver. Clark made way for them, and Hal and Schiller sat next to Oliver, one on his left and one on his right.
After a few pleasantries, they began to chat while drinking, but they all tacitly did not mention any serious matters. After a while, Clark waved his hand and said, "You guys drink first, I'm going to the bathroom."
"Hey, you lose, man." Hal, who was a little drunk, said, "Brother rules, whoever goes to the bathroom first loses."
"Come on, I just drank two large buckets of juice before I got here. I don't have a bladder of steel, so I have to go. This game doesn't count until I get back."
After saying that, Clark staggered away. He allowed the alcohol to numb his body and got drunk like a normal person.
Schiller stood up and said, "I have to go and see him. Whether he has an iron bladder or not, I'm sure Lucifer doesn't have the money to build another iron toilet. What if Clark collapses..."
Just as he said this, he heard a loud noise coming from the bathroom, and Schiller rushed over.
After he rushed in, Clark was standing next to the sink. He waved his fist. The sound just now was obviously the sonic boom of his fist, and it didn't break anything.
Clark leaned his hands on the washbasin, sighed and said, "Doctor, you are right. Oliver is in a bad mood. He is hiding something from us."
Schiller raised his eyebrows at him, obviously meaning whether he knew what it was. 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 in person and I can understand his mind directly. These are two completely different things."
Clark was a little nervous. He thought Schiller might refute this point of view. In fact, he was also a little conflicted. It was his responsibility to help his friends solve their problems, but he also knew that humans attached great importance to privacy, especially Oliver, so reading his mind would definitely make him angry.
But if he didn't read it, it would be too late to regret if something really happened. Halfway through drinking, Clark couldn't hold it anymore, so he called Schiller out and asked Schiller to give a conclusion quickly to give him a good time.
"You can't always count on others." Schiller smiled and pointed out Clark's problem, but he didn't force him. Instead, he said, "Mind reading is not as powerful as you think. Otherwise, you can try it. I bet that even if you read it, you won't be able to figure out what's going on."
Clark was a little unconvinced, but he didn't say it. He thought that although the psychologist was indeed very good, and Schiller was particularly good, he was Superman after all. What trouble could a Superman who could read minds not solve?
Before returning to the bar, Clark used a deeper level of mind reading on Oliver as if in a fit of anger, 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 the blue moon sinking into a lake of blood, with tears welling up in his eyes.
He used 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 overwhelmed by the chaotic thoughts and almost lost control.
(End of this chapter)