The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

"Don't you think you're a little too much, Doctor."

Natasha, who was full and returned to the fishing spot, stared at Schiller and said, the dissatisfaction in her tone was about to overflow.

"How does that dish taste?" Schiller seemed to be in another dimension. He said to himself: "The proofing time is too short, so it is not crispy enough, and the flame is not as uniform as an oven. I don't think it is very good, but I think you can give me a chance to correct this impression. What do you think, ma'am?"

Natasha took a deep breath, and she made another decision in her heart not to talk to Schiller. As soon as her determination rose, she heard Schiller say: "You will feel angry, not because I expressed my interest in you uncharacteristically, but because I used you as a shield, because the courtship I showed you was not true."

Natasha froze for a moment, she wanted to refute but was unable to speak, if she said that she was not angry because of this incident, wouldn't that affirm that she thought Schiller's hospitality was real?Then her attitude of not responding will appear very rude, like the kind of scum who neither accepts nor refuses.

But to say that she was angry because of this matter, there seems to be something wrong. Why did she compare herself with the fish that Schiller caught? Did she want to compare who was really attracted to and who was a substitute?
Natasha worked hard to inhale the cold air into her lungs, hoping that the temperature and breath from her hometown would make her more awake. Before walking to the ice cave in the morning, Natasha still spoke.

"It's all about my professionalism. I want to make sure you don't physically dissect a single woman who is important to us in too much detail because of your personal interests. You have to promise me you won't, Doctor."

"I've said it all. I cast the bait and only catch a certain type of fish." Schiller shook his head and said, "If the fish doesn't bite the hook, I will never reach out into the water brutally and catch her roughly."

"But we all know..." Natasha paused when she said this, because the second half of her sentence was "We all know she will bite the hook."

The female agent suddenly realized that this conclusion was unreasonable. Schiller was staying with her now, so what method could he use to catch that poor fish?

Taking another ten thousand steps back, at least now Schiller's mouth stays with her. This is already Schiller's most powerful weapon. Apart from this, what other bait can definitely catch a fish?Would this fish really matter to them if this was all a bait?
If it is not [-]% hooked, it depends entirely on the vigilance and intelligence of the fish, then what position does Natasha have to condemn Schiller's fishing behavior?After all, what he was catching was not really a fish with no IQ. Normal people should have the ability to judge calmly.

Natasha fell into deep thought again, so that she didn't notice the subtle joyful expression on Schiller's face as he slowly lowered the fishing line and threw the bait under the water.

In the bedroom of Hell's Kitchen Clinic, Rocky found a picture book.

She never knew that Schiller could paint before, or she thought that Schiller would not be the kind of person who was interested in art, but Rocky was the kind of person who liked art very much.

Although the Asgardians are always called reckless, their artistic achievements are not low at all. It may be because the living environment is too rich, and the art they produce is always majestic and magnificent.

Therefore, Luo Ji is particularly fond of exquisite, gorgeous, and over-decorated things. If the art on earth is used as an analogy, Luo Ji prefers Rococo-style art.

Luo Ji turned to the first page of the picture album, and there was a very beautiful landscape painting on it, like the New York skyline, the sun just came out from the gaps in the tall buildings, the light was so intense that even on paper, it still made people dizzy.

It was followed by a street landscape painting. The street setting was very ordinary, like the common street between Manhattan apartment buildings. Unfortunately, Luo Ji felt that this scene was somehow familiar.

Then there was the bridge of Asgard, which surprised Luo Ji, but she guessed that if human artists could really come to Asgard, Asgard would definitely be a subject of sketching that would never be ignored.

This beautiful bridge is drawn with carbon stripes, and the black areas are extraordinarily black, so all the blank paper becomes the carrier of light, and the light is so strong that it is dazzling.

This reminded Luo Ji of the time when she stood on the bridge and looked at the backs of Odin and Thor, and thought of the things she already owned but were not often discovered.

Luo Ji was trapped in the memories, and her thoughts did not stay in the current space. Her hands turned backward unconsciously, but a picture below brought her back to reality, and that picture was Luo Ji.

It's her side face, also using carbon strips, only a little green toner is used on the eyes, so the eyes look extra green.

Luo Ji stared wide-eyed at herself on the paper, and she couldn't help thinking of thoughts that had been almost forgotten. When she was the unfavored second prince, the court painter drew him and Thor, but in the end only Thor's heroic and imposing portrait was hung.

Luo Ji knew why, not only because he was not favored enough, but because his image was not appreciated by the Asgardians. The characters in the frame they liked had to be powerful, handsome and burly.

Loki is obviously not in this list, or quite the opposite. His temperament is a bit gloomy, and shrewdness is written all over his face. From the perspective of the Asgardians, he looks like the kind of coward who only hides behind his back and shoots cold arrows.

Luo Ji has long accepted the fact that her appearance is not appreciated. Even if she becomes a goddess, she is not bright enough, but always has a melancholy and decadent temperament that is difficult to get rid of.

Humans appreciate pure and flawless girls, but their standards for women who can arouse their primitive desires have been the same for thousands of years, hot, sexy, and beautiful. Luo Ji thinks this may be because such women in primitive society are strong enough to leave offspring, and this aesthetic is engraved in the genes of human men.

Why did Schiele paint her?This was Luo Ji's first reaction.

What has not been said is that Schiller has a lot of objects that can be used as models, even if they are limited to women, there are all kinds of beauties among the superheroes he has come into contact with, why must it be her?
Natasha, who was sitting on the fishing bench, changed the bait again. Her melancholy was already written on her face. Schiller looked at this scene with some amusement, and said, "Ask whatever you want."

Natasha was thinking about whether this was another language trap, but she had no time to think about it, because there were so many questions waiting to be answered, how could she resist getting one of the answers at this moment.

"Why did you suddenly..." Natasha wrinkled her eyelids vigorously, and said as if she was drunk: "You are not an adolescent boy, so you don't realize that you should find a female partner for sex, do you?"

"Okay, it's a bit impolite to say that, but why did you go?" Natasha asked hysterically.

"Did I tell you about the situation in the previous world?" Schiller was still unhurried and unhurried. The contrast between his calmness and his own hysteria made Natasha really want to tear his face off.

"You briefly said that there are no superheroes in that world."

"Yes, that's it. In other words, that world doesn't have any phenomena that you may be accustomed to, such as magic, mutants, or superpowers. There are only ordinary people in that world."

"So what?"

"That means that there are only ordinary human women in that world." Schiller stretched out a hand and waved, emphasizing: "It is difficult for most untrained ordinary women to beat the same ordinary men in terms of strength and physique, and even fewer can beat me."

"so?"

"This means that once I try to kill them, they have nothing to fight back."

Natasha was still a little dazed, she didn't understand the logical relationship, so Schiller could only speak more clearly.

"But this world is different. If I don't use intelligence or the ability that the gray mist brings to me, there are still many women who can beat me in a purely physical confrontation."

Natasha slowly widened her eyes, stared at Schiller heartily and said, "Don't you want to say, just find a woman you can't kill and go to bed???"

Before Schiller could answer, it took Natasha only a second to accept this outrageous fact, and began to narrow down the scope of her guess, and then she found that it couldn't be narrowed down much.

First of all, Schiller's use of his brain is equivalent to abolishing half of his abilities, and then he does not use the mysterious symbiosis, which is equivalent to using his own body to withstand attacks, and then the female superheroes in this world have various abilities, and they are all very powerful.

If you look at it this way, there are not many female superheroes in New York.

Natasha's eyes looked at Schiller from head to toe like a scanning instrument, and began to use professional eyes to analyze the physical threat of the man in front of him.

Schiller was much taller than her. Natasha silently estimated that he was not very burly, but the difference in height and weight was still a problem. With clothes on, there were no obvious signs of muscle.

The proportion of the body is good, so there should be no difficulty in exerting force, no torsion or abnormality in the joints, strong mobility of the limbs, and no problem in dodging.

This is mostly judged based on the condition of an ordinary male body. Natasha thought about it for a long time, but she really didn't see that the overwhelming power that Schiller's body might have was mostly within her handling range.

Rather, even superheroes like Captain America are within Natasha’s ability to deal with them to some extent. Fighting is not like colliding with bears. Sometimes speed, agility, and flexibility are also very important, as is fighting experience.

"This is a very deducible logic." Schiller explained again: "If I am excited, the object I am facing will not be killed by me, then can I continue?"

"But there are still risks." Natasha said with an accentuated tone.

"So I will try to reduce the possibility of the other party being killed by me. Simply put, I have to catch a fish that is strong enough."

"God!" Natasha held her forehead and leaned back. Like a drunk drunk, she said in a hysterical tone: "You better not have this kind of stupid fish in your pond! Even if there is, her female intuition should remind her to run before you do it."

Schiller froze for a moment, turned his eyes to the other side, then blinked and said.

"I can only say that in most of the past, she probably didn't have a female intuition."

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