Chapter 52: Be My Woman!

Tang Chong almost choked on his words at Jiao Nanxin's response.

However, thinking about how she had been defeated by him several times, both in martial arts and academics, she was unwilling to admit defeat so easily.

Thus, she said with a cold laugh, "Men conquer the world to win women, while women conquer men to win the world. The fact that the opposing debater can't even understand this basic logic shows how wrong his viewpoint is."

"Have you ever heard of 'pursuing a woman' but never 'pursuing a man'? This proves that throughout history, it has always been men who conquer women."

"Every year, the NBA finals and the World Cup attract hundreds of millions of viewers. The players are all men, right? Men conquer the world through their careers and then conquer women. Since ancient times, beauties have favored heroes. If you're not a hero, why would women love you?"

"Na—" Seeing Jiao Nanxin looking at him with a mocking smile, Tang Chong quickly shut his mouth. He had wanted to counter that while Sola Aoi had conquered the world, she would ultimately be conquered by a man, but with Dean Jiao Yuheng present, he couldn't mention her name. If Dean Jiao Yuheng didn't know who Sola Aoi was, it would be fine, but if he did, the situation would be disastrous.

"Why aren't you continuing?" Jiao Nanxin said with a smile. "Out of words? Realized your mistake?"

"Women eventually marry men. This is an undeniable fact."

"We are debating whether the girl accepted the boy's confession. It's true that women marry men, but they don't necessarily have to marry that particular man."

"Enough, enough." Jiao Yuheng interrupted by tapping the table. He knew that if he didn't speak up, the two of them could argue for days.

Tang Chong smiled and didn't continue the debate. Instead, he looked up at Jiao Yuheng and said respectfully, "Teacher, why don't you tell us the answer?"

Jiao Yuheng looked embarrassed and said, "I just thought of this question on the spot, but you two debated it very well. Very well indeed. Your analytical skills are strong. This is excellent."

Jiao Yuheng felt both frustrated and pleased.

He was pleased that his two disciples had such eloquent tongues, which was a fundamental skill for a psychology teacher. They could clearly express what they saw. Moreover, their observational skills were strong, and their logical thinking was excellent. They were good at making associations and drawing inferences, making them promising students.

However, he was frustrated that after he spoke for just two minutes, they could debate for half a day. If they continued to argue every class, how could the lessons proceed?

"Still, there should be an answer, right?" Jiao Nanxin said, dissatisfied. "What was your answer when you conceived this question?"

"I only conceived the question, not the answer."

"You—"

Jiao Yuheng knew his beloved granddaughter was competitive and had been suppressed by Tang Chong since coming to Nan University. He coughed and said, "I posed this question to test your analytical skills. Your performance is very satisfactory. That's enough. Let's continue the lesson."

Jiao Yuheng's stern face carried considerable authority. Even if Jiao Nanxin thought he was biased, she could only remain silent. Tang Chong, who was there to learn psychology, wouldn't say anything either.

The rain had lessened, and the wind had softened.

The air was misty, as if a thin veil had been draped over the campus. The green trees, red flowers, artificial hills, pavilions, tall buildings, and red-tiled roofs, along with the people walking in the rain, all took on a hazy beauty.

Life is like this. Things are beautiful when they are unclear. Once everything is clear, there is no more longing.

The school had not notified the freshmen to continue their drills, so the students had a rare day off. Lazy people like Huaming and Liang Tao would stay in their dorms to play cards, Li Yu would hunch over his computer to play games, and some would choose to catch up on sleep to make up for their lack of rest. Of course, there were also those who loved learning and would walk into the school library with an umbrella, and some who loved beautiful women would also walk into the school library with an umbrella.

Nan University's library was famous in the education sector of the entire country, known for having the largest collection of books, the most rare editions, and the strongest learning atmosphere. Some students even applied to Nan University just for this library.

Bookshelves filled with books stood in rows, like soldiers waiting for inspection. Students moved through them, searching for the books they wanted according to the classification index.

For students, youth literature and novels were the most popular. This type of book was the most abundant, and the most students came to borrow them.

The least popular category was "Religion and Others," with almost no one coming to this section. Therefore, this category was naturally placed in the last row of the library. Because the library was so large and the back rows had few visitors, this area was almost a private kingdom.

Today, a special boy came to this area.

He was special because his appearance was too unusual.

He was short, about 1.6 meters tall. His eyes were slightly sunken, as if they had been punched into his eye sockets. His chin was overly prominent, making him look like a primitive man who hadn't fully evolved.

His back was slightly hunched, and he always walked with his head down. His feet were a bit unsteady, and he moved forward in a jerky manner, as if he had a spring under his feet.

If there was one highlight about him, it was the glasses he wore—rare tortoiseshell glasses that cost tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of yuan.

He held two books in his hands, one titled "Papal History" and the other "A Comprehensive View of Chinese Zen."

When he saw a tattered, bound copy of "The Backward Prediction" on the bookshelf, his eyes lit up, and he reached for it.

Unfortunately, he was a step too late, as someone had already taken "The Backward Prediction" from the shelf.

A man and a woman emerged from behind the bookshelf. The man was handsome and extraordinary, and the woman was ethereal and divine. Together, they looked like a celestial couple.

Comparing goods makes one discard the inferior, and comparing people can be fatal.

Standing next to the newly arrived couple, the short boy formed a stark contrast. One was dressed in rough, tattered clothes, while the other was dressed in fine, elegant attire. One was from heaven, the other from earth. The difference was too great.

However, the short boy was fearless, even looking at them with a mocking smile.

"Mr. You, what a good mood," Lu Junzhuo said, flipping through the "The Backward Prediction" he had snatched. "It's said that this book accurately predicted China's thousand-year history. What do you think, Mr. You?"

"I only know it predicted one thing," the short boy suddenly lunged forward, punching Lu Junzhuo in the chest. Lu Junzhuo tried to block, but the short boy changed his move in a flash, grabbing the "The Backward Prediction" from his hand.

Lu Junzhuo didn't want the "The Backward Prediction." Since the short boy had taken it, he decided to let it go and was about to withdraw.

However, the situation changed again.

The short boy, who had taken the "The Backward Prediction," didn't stop. He lunged forward again, punching Lu Junzhuo in the chest.

Reacting hastily, Lu Junzhuo still missed, and the short boy's punch hit him, causing his tall body to stagger backward.

When he finally managed to stand, he had retreated several steps.

A sweet taste rose in his throat, and a mouthful of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

"It predicted that you would take a punch from me," the short boy said with a cold laugh. He waved the "The Backward Prediction" in his hand and said, "No one dares to take my things."

Cunning, arrogant, and ruthless.

With just one glance, Su Shan had defined their target.

Lu Junzhuo pulled out a white silk handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiped the corner of his mouth, his movements as graceful as a prince who had received royal education.

"Don't you think," Lu Junzhuo said, clenching the handkerchief in his hand and looking grim, "that it's a bit too much?"

"Too much?" the short boy laughed coldly. "What's too much? You took what I wanted. I punished you. What's wrong with that? If I wanted something and you took it, and I couldn't punish you, that would be too much."

"Mr. You," Su Shan extended her hand to the short boy and said, "I'm Su Shan. He's Lu Junzhuo. We're here to be your friends."

"Su Shan?" The short boy only clung tightly to his books, not shaking Su Shan's beautiful hand. "To be noticed by those picky old men, you must look pretty good."

"Friends?" The short boy's lips curled into a mocking smile. "I don't make friends. I only keep dogs."

Lu Junzhuo's face changed, and he glared at him with venomous eyes.

"What? Do you think I'm too direct?" the short boy laughed loudly. "Do you have friends? Are the two of you friends?"

"Of course, we are friends," Lu Junzhuo replied loudly.

The short boy shook his head and said, "If you're telling the truth, I have to say that the young masters of the Lu family are indeed charmingly foolish. How can someone like you be my rival? If you're lying, then I have to admire your ability to put on such an act and say such sappy things. You could win an Oscar for Best Actor."

He pointed at Su Shan and said, "She is much more honest and intelligent than you."

Lu Junzhuo glanced at Su Shan, and the anger in his eyes flashed.

Throughout the conversation, Su Shan maintained a calm demeanor and a composed tone.

She wasn't weak or aggressive, but spoke calmly, "Why refuse?"

"Then tell me, why should I join?" the short boy countered.

"Isn't it because you want to use the tiger skin of the You family?" the short boy sneered. "I can join the White Eagle or the Black Eagle, or even raise my own eagle. Why should I join you?"

"It seems we came at the wrong time," Lu Junzhuo said, looking at Su Shan.

"No. At least you showed me your sincerity," the short boy said. "You invited me, and if I didn't come, it shows your respect for me. If you ignored me and I came, I wouldn't respect you. If you really want me to join the Red Eagle, I have two conditions."

"What are they?" Su Shan asked.

"First, I want to be the vice president," the short boy said boldly.

"No problem," Su Shan agreed immediately. This guy's background was too significant, and not giving him the position of vice president wouldn't be appropriate.

"Second," he looked at Su Shan and said, "You be my woman."