Chapter 14: You're So Naughty!

"I don't know," Tang Chong shook his head. These questions were too difficult. One was harder than the other. He was just a freshman in the psychology department, not a professor.

Moreover, even if he were a psychology professor, it would be quite hard to answer such bizarre questions.

"Because I was too mischievous as a child, I often got beaten—then I started to guess what the adults were thinking. I wanted to know what would make them angry, and what words could make them happy or shift the blame. Fortunately, I guessed right most of the time. So, I gradually developed a sense of pride," Hua Ming said with a smug look. "You know, it's a pretty scary thing for a child to develop a sense of pride. So, I not only started to guess my parents' thoughts but also tried to guess the thoughts of the people around me, observing their actions, listening to their voices, and catching their small movements—gradually, it became a habit."

Tang Chong could accept this explanation. He chose to study applied psychology because he was overly curious about the psychological world of criminals. After all, applied psychology includes forensic psychology.

But, he pointed to the rabbit that was still enjoying its carrot strips and asked, "What does studying psychology have to do with raising a rabbit?"

When Tang Chong asked this question, Hua Ming became even more smug and said, "Do you know why I have the nickname 'Hua Wuque'?"

"Because your last name is Hua?"

"No. Because I'm good at flirting."

Pfft—

Tang Chong tried to hold back his laughter but couldn't.

He was really, really curious about the mindset behind that statement.

"Don't laugh. I'm telling the truth," Hua Ming said, taking in Tang Chong's reaction without a hint of anger. From this, it was clear that he was a broad-minded person.

Of course, he might also be used to such reactions.

"I know what you're thinking. My face isn't just unattractive to girls; it even scares me when I look in the mirror—life's most tragic thing is having a heart that loves beauty but not having a beautiful face. For someone like me, with a congenitally disfigured face, if I don't try to compensate, when will I ever find a wife?"

"Right. The secret is in this rabbit," he pointed to the white rabbit and said, "Seriously, do you think this rabbit is cute?"

"Cute," Tang Chong nodded seriously. Just looking at the rabbit, it was indeed very cute. But if you looked at the person and the rabbit together, it was a bit 'creepy.'

"Good. It is cute," Hua Ming said. "Even men find it cute, so when girls see it, they'll scream with delight. Even if my face is a bit unbearable, they'll still talk to me or ask to play with the rabbit for my sake—someone once said, 'Give me a lever, and I can move the earth.' For me, Hua Wuque, give me a chance, and I can conquer a woman."

"—So, it's your flirting tool," Tang Chong said, understanding.

"No. You're wrong," Hua Ming negated his statement. "It's just one part of flirting. Many men get such opportunities, but not everyone can seize them—I'm different. I only need such a chance, and then I can smoothly win her over. This is the role of psychology—the rabbit is the starting point, a clean appearance, a hairstyle that looks comfortable, tasteful clothes, a suitable watch or other accessories, and adjusting my language and behavior style according to the girl's personality or context—these are all my flirting tools. None of them can be missing."

"——"

Tang Chong suddenly felt a sense of crisis.

The two roommates he had just met, one was a 'master strategist' who could see through others' pasts at a glance, and the other had a talent in a certain field—while he had come in unprepared and still didn't understand what applied psychology was all about.

"What? Don't believe me?" Seeing Tang Chong in a daze, Hua Ming chuckled. "How about we make a bet to see who finds a girlfriend first at Nan Da?"

"Forget it," Tang Chong waved his hand. If he used his old face, he wouldn't need a rabbit to have girls come up to him. But since he had promised to be a 'star,' he could only appear on campus in this 'loser' disguise. "I don't like betting on this."

"Just for fun. It doesn't matter," Hua Ming said with a smile. "Forget it. If you don't want to bet, that's fine. But I'll prove my true strength to you in the future—otherwise, you'll definitely think I'm just a braggart who only knows how to talk big."

He moved his luggage to the lower bunk near the door and said, "I'll be settling down here with my little darling for the next four years."

Then, he started taking out the sheets and pillowcases, quickly filling up a bed.

Knock knock—

There was a knock on the door.

Hua Ming darted over to open it, scaring the middle-aged man at the door, who took a few steps back.

"Who are you looking for?" Hua Ming asked.

"Classmate—are you a classmate?" The middle-aged man with glasses asked.

"I'm a student's parent," Hua Ming chuckled.

"Oh," the middle-aged man finally understood. If he were a student, his face would be too mature. "Is this room 307?"

"Yes," Hua Ming said.

"Oh. We're also in this room—Liang Tao, come in. It's here," the middle-aged man called to the young man behind him, who was carrying a bag with a cool demeanor.

"Thanks, Secretary Zhao," the young man smiled and followed the man with glasses into the room.

The man with glasses scanned the room and immediately frowned. "Why are there no lower bunks? Only upper bunks?"

"Seems like we arrived a bit late," Liang Tao shrugged.

"I'll go talk to the dormitory management center," the man with glasses said.

"It won't work," Liang Tao stopped him. "This is university, not high school. It's a waste of time. Someone just went to the dormitory management center to try to rearrange the room and got kicked out."

"Then—" The secretary's mind worked quickly. The man with glasses paused for a moment and then walked over to Tang Chong with a smile, pointing to the lower bunk. "Is this your bed?"

"Yes," Tang Chong nodded.

"Look, it's like this," the man with glasses said. "Our Liang Tao isn't in good health, and climbing up and down is too dangerous. If he falls, he could break his leg—can you switch places with him?"

Tang Chong glanced at Liang Tao and had to admit, the guy had a handsome face. He resembled a Hong Kong and Taiwan male star who had been disgraced by a sex scandal, with the same hairstyle, ear piercing, and a vintage-looking bag with a lot of crosses—Tang Chong had seen Bai Su carrying a bag of the same brand in the villa, called 'LV.'

He wore jeans with an LV belt. The shiny buckle was quite tacky and flashy.

The only regret was his short stature, probably only 1.7 meters tall. This made Tang Chong feel a bit more balanced.

"No," Tang Chong said.

The reason he said 'no' was simple. When the man with glasses made the request, Liang Tao was still chewing gum and looking down on him.

The man with glasses' expression darkened, but remembering he wasn't on his own turf, he suppressed his anger.

"What will it take for you to switch?" the man with glasses asked.

"Nothing will make me switch," Tang Chong said.

"No. No. No. Secretary Zhao," Liang Tao walked over, still chewing gum, and said with a smile, "Your negotiation style is terrible and outdated."

He pulled out an LV wallet, took out 500 yuan, and offered it to Tang Chong. "Give me this spot, and this money is yours."

500 yuan for a lower bunk, quite generous.

Tang Chong looked at him indifferently and made no move to take the money.

"Too little?" Liang Tao asked with a smile. "I think so too."

So, he took out a few more bills.

"This is 1000 yuan," Liang Tao said. "Give me this spot, and this money is yours."

Tang Chong still didn't take it.

Liang Tao smiled and took out another stack. "2000 yuan. For a lower bunk. I think this price is quite good, right? Add a bit more, and you could buy an iPhone 4S."

"3000," Tang Chong said.

Liang Tao laughed.

A very arrogant and smug laugh.

He knew that in this world, there was nothing that couldn't be bought with money.

And he wasn't short of money.

He pointed at Tang Chong and said, "You're naughty and greedy."

But, he still counted out 3000 yuan and handed it to Tang Chong.

Tang Chong took the money and said, "Alright. This spot is yours."

"Thanks," Liang Tao plopped down on the bed that Tang Chong had already cleaned and covered with newspaper. He wanted to feel the bed he had bought for 3000 yuan and—others' respectful gazes.

He especially liked things he had taken from others.

Crack—

The bed suddenly dropped, and Liang Tao's body fell backward, hitting his head hard on the bed frame.

Thud—

His head made a sharp sound as it hit the thick metal.

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