The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1408 Return of the Old Days (4)

Chapter 1408 Return of the Old Days ([-])

"Okay, kids, I'm going to eat in the cafeteria. If you have any questions, please send them directly to my email. Don't forget to mark your names. I will reply to you within a week." Le tidied up the books and materials on the table and said.

The trainee agents who surrounded him asking questions seemed a little regretful. A girl with a blond hair and baby face put her elbows on the podium, put her hands on her face and said, "Doctor, are you going to abandon us for Stark? Don't let those The gossip tabloids have a chance."

"Go ahead, Catherine, you can take that jar of frosted sugar cookies I put under the podium, if you're not afraid of wasting the whole weekend at the dentist's office," Schiller said with a laugh.

Catherine puffed up her cheeks angrily and said, "Don't try to bribe me, Omar said you told him that you would bring him Captain America's shield biscuit next week, I'm so jealous that it's a limited edition."

"Then you should ask the rich man next to him, no one is more familiar with Captain America than him." Schiller shrugged and said.

"Come on." Catherine curled her lips and said disdainfully. At this time, a small girl with brown hair and freckles squeezed over and said with a smile, "You have to go, Catherine. I still want to know if the captain is still there." He's staying overnight."

"Maloney, can you stop acting like a tabloid reporter?" Catherine said with some dissatisfaction, "I'm not your drone to spy on the enemy."

"Hey! Hey! Girls, do you have anything to say about Captain America spending the night at my house?" Stark clapped his hands, held out a finger, waved it in mid-air and said, "He wears clothes Can you imagine his old-fashioned taste? A dark brown checked sweater with a turtleneck."

The little girl named Maloney immediately squeezed to Stark's side with bright eyes, and chased after Schiller and Stark who were walking out, and asked in a continuous voice: "Did you see how he was dressed?" Is it an afterthought or the next morning? Are you guys comparing...? I mean, you know, 'you're more than I'm less'."

Schiller tilted his head helplessly, looked at Maloney from the top of his glasses and said, "Miss, if you write an analysis report with such vigor, you will be able to report to Nick's special operations team next year."

"I'm preparing to write a dissertation on the interpersonal relationship of superheroes. I want to know whether these superhuman beings behave and socialize differently from ordinary people. What do you think of this selection? Doctor?"

"Not bad, but I advise you not to write about Captain America." Schiller blinked and said, "He doesn't understand some code words like 'how much'."

"Oh, we're here." Maloney exclaimed and said, "I won't bother you anymore, I have to go to Catherine and ask her about witnessing Spider-Man saving people before, she is also a good researcher Object, bye."

The short girl disappeared in a flash. Schiller and Stark sat down facing each other by the window, and began to order food. The waiter robot used for ordering recorded their choices. It didn't take long for the sumptuous dishes to appear. Was brought to the table.

Schiller ordered a Provençal vegetable soup with a salmon bolognese for the main course, and Stark had a Lyonnaise salad with sausage, half an onion tart, and mussels in a lemon sauce.

"The extremely generous Director Nick still remembers to hire a French chef for this group of little guys, but he made a wrong decision, that is, to leave the S.H.I.E.L.D. Cengfan." Schiller spooned a little vegetable soup into his mouth and said.

"If Nick moves the S.H.I.E.L.D. cafeteria to France, the French will chop off his head." Stark cut an onion pie with a knife and fork, and raised an eyebrow funnyly, saying.

"What's the matter with you coming to see me?"

"Can't I just want to have lunch with you?"

"Should I include this in your mental health maintenance budget?" Schiller cut a piece of salmon and said as he chewed. I had more than ten appointments, so I had to come here to give lectures to pass the time."

Stark laughed and said, "Are you complaining?"

"You know that those gentlemen and wives who book me for treatment will not have any psychological problems other than showing off their wealth and social status, but you are still trying to influence my normal practice."

"And I'm thankful to Nick for giving me another career, and it's nice to listen to these cadets."

"Self-deception, and..." Stark pressed the tip of the knife against the shell of the mussel, peeled off the meat with a fork, put it in his mouth, and said: "The adolescent troubles of trainee agents are not enough to make up for your inability to practice. Empty, you must have done something else to make you feel refreshed and radiant now, and I know that state all too well."

Schiller's hand holding the knife and fork paused slightly, he took a sip of red wine, and then said: "No, you don't know me. In fact, there is no one who doesn't like to get a lot of mental health management fees without working, no? ?"

Stark let out a sneer, full of disdain and sarcasm, he stuck a piece of sausage into his mouth and said, "You know what? Mental patients are far more intelligent than normal when it comes to fighting nurses and Tibetan medicine." Even the most professional polygraph team can't detect the lies they tell."

"You think I'm lying?"

"do not you?"

Stark's tone was so sharp that Batman had to say inwardly, "Are you really going to prod him like that?"

But Schiller wasn't angry at all. He just shrugged and said: "If you think so, then go and find my stash of medicine, I bet you can't find it, because there is no one."

Stark pursed his lips, raised the corners of his mouth and said, "No, you're implying that I'm running around the universe like a headless chicken, but I don't intend to do that."

"Then what are you going to do?"

"Having you put a little real work into your mental health administration fee income would both lower Pepper's and Obadiah's blood pressure and prove me right."

About half an hour later, Schiller sat on the sofa in Hell's Kitchen, looked at Stark opposite and said, "So you plan to keep an eye on me 24 hours a day?"

"Simple, but effective."

Schiller shook his head, walked to the kitchen as if helpless, and began to check the ingredients in the refrigerator. Batman said in Stark's mind: "I don't think it's a good idea for you to stimulate him like this. I may not be able to beat him under the circumstances, and I don't think you can either."

"Why do you always think we're going to fight?" Stark asked very puzzled, "What happened to you and the Schiller you know? Do you often fight?"

"It's worse than that." Batman groaned as if hesitating, but he still said: "When I entered his tower of thinking, I saw me in another universe, and I glimpsed his memory."

"In that universe, Schiller is his teacher, and he can also be called his father, but..."

Batman's voice faded away, and Stark's curiosity was piqued, and he asked, "But what? What happened to the two of them?"

"It's hard to say." Batman gave a comment and said, "But I advise you not to mess with him. We share the same body now. I don't think we should waste time in hospital."

Stark snorted again and said, "No matter what kind of Schiller you know, but I know my friend well, and he won't be angry."

"Even if you invaded his private domain in a gesture that could be called surveillance and stayed here?"

"Your wording is too vicious." Stark said incredulously, "Can't you come here as a guest in a form of companionship?"

Batman was silent for a while and said, "But your purpose is to monitor, and he understands that."

"My purpose is to accompany, of course he understands." Stark raised his voice and said: "He will accept any of us, and he will not refuse our company. This is a rare good time, and it has been a long time gone."

"Wait and see."

"I guess you can stay here until five o'clock in the evening at most." Schiller put a glass of water on the table in front of Stark, and said: "The genius inspiration in your mind urges you to go back to the laboratory to create some great things for mankind. The fruits of civilization, not sitting here watching soap operas."

Stark picked up the water glass, patted the sofa next to him and said, "Yes, let's watch together. When do you think the heroine will find out that her husband is cheating?"

"Her husband didn't cheat. Her husband has cancer, so he pretended to be cheating and wanted the heroine to take the initiative to divorce him."

"Oh my god, it's more bloody than I thought."

Time passed quickly, at about 4:30, the sound of the car backing into the garage sounded next to the house, Stark raised his hand, glanced at his watch, stood up and said, "Very well, what you said is right Yes, now the genius Stark is going to make some contributions to human civilization, you can watch this show with Steve, I guess he will cry like a slut."

Schiller sat on the sofa and looked up at him. After a while, a chill came from the door. Steve rushed in, pointed out the door with his thumb: "Quick, Tony, Get rid of the traffic police who are following me, I don't have a dash cam."

Stark walked out with the car keys, and Steve picked up the kettle and filled his stomach with water, then sat down on the sofa, looked at Schiller with blue eyes and asked, "How are you?" Is it? Dr. Schiller, how are you feeling?"

Schiller held the remote control to change the channel. In the slightly dim room, the colorful light of the TV program shone on his eyes. Steve stood up again, pulled his sweater down hard, and then walked Turn on the lights.

"Hey, I want to watch that, I'm learning to cook recently." Steve pointed to the TV and said, he sat down again and stared at the cooking show on TV without blinking.

With a bang, the window behind him was opened, and Stark threw the car keys on the windowsill and said, "Got it, Steve, make sure he stays out of your sight tonight, including the one you're wearing." Putting on that old brown checked sweater, Peter must be here tomorrow morning."

Steve gave him an OK gesture without looking back, and then focused on the TV show.

"You were right to leave." Batman commented in Stark's mind: "If you argue with him again about whether the heroine's husband is mentally cheating, he will definitely beat you."

"He won't, because her husband is mentally cheating."

"No basis. You are not fit to reason."

"It's because you are not good at learning."

"I want to punch you right now."

"But you can't help it."

Batman fell silent, as if contemplating the possibility of beating Stark in his head.

But maybe because he thought it might hurt himself, he gave up this plan, and then began to secretly look forward to the day when Schiller beat him, and he firmly believed that there must be such a day.

(End of this chapter)