Chapter 1: Are you sick?

  Jiao Nan almost got choked by Tang Zhong and couldn't speak.

  However, thinking of herself falling into his hands several times in a row. Wu Bu Cheng, Wen Ye also didn't, where would she be willing to lose like this?

  She sneered and said, "Men conquer the world to conquer women, while women conquer men to conquer the world. The opposing debater can't even understand this logical thing, which shows how wrong his point of view is."

  "There's only one phrase called 'picking up girls', has anyone ever heard of 'picking up guys'? It proves that from ancient times to the present, it's always been men conquering women."

  "Every year, the NBA championship and the World Cup attract billions of viewers in pursuit. Not all those who kick the ball are men? Men conquer the world with their careers and then conquer women. Since ancient times, beauties have gone to heroes, you're not a hero, why do women love you?"

  "That... uh..." Seeing Jiao Nanxin's teasing gaze, Tang Chong quickly shut his mouth. He had originally wanted to retort that although Cangjie Kong had conquered the world, she would still be conquered by men in the end. However, with Dean Jiao Yuheng sitting right there, how could he possibly mention this woman's name? If only Dean Jiao didn't know who Teacher Cang was, it would be fine... but if he did... then things would be disastrous.

  "Why don't you go on?" Jiao Nanxin said with a smile. "Are you at a loss for words? Have you realized your mistake?"

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

  "What we're debating is whether that girl accepted the confession of that boy ----- It's not bad for women to marry men. But they don't necessarily have to marry that particular boy."

  "Alright, alright." Jiao Yuheng knocked on the table to stop them. He knew that if he didn't speak up, the two of them could argue for three days and three nights.

  Tang Chong smiled and didn't continue arguing with her, instead he looked up at Jiao Yu Heng and said respectfully: "Teacher, what's the situation? Why don't you tell us the answer?"

  Jiao Yuheng's face showed a hint of embarrassment, and he said: "I also just thought of this question on the spot ----- but you two debated very well. Very good. Strong analytical skills. This is not bad."

  Jiao Yu Heng felt both depressed and delighted in his heart.

  Fortunately, these two apprentices have a clever mouth. This is the foundation of being a psychology teacher. Seeing and being able to express clearly is also required. Moreover, their observation ability is extremely strong, logical thinking ability is excellent, they understand association, know inference, are two good seedlings.

  It's depressing that this teacher only spoke for two minutes, and they were able to debate for half a day. If every class was like this, with the two of them engaging in a war of words, how could the lesson proceed?

  "There should be an answer anyway?" Jiao Nan said discontentedly. "When you thought of this question in your heart, what was your answer?"

  "I have thought of the problem, but I haven't thought of the answer."

  Jiao Yu Heng knew that his beloved granddaughter was strong-willed, and after coming to Nan Da, she was suppressed by Tang Chong everywhere, so she must not be feeling happy in her heart. After clearing his throat twice, he said: "I asked this question just to test your analytical skills. Your performance has made me very satisfied. That's enough. Let's continue with the lesson."

  Jiao Yuheng's face turned stern, still quite authoritative. Even though Jiao Nanxin found him biased, she could only remain silent. Tang Chong wouldn't say anything either; he was here to learn psychology knowledge, not to fight with a woman.

  The rain has let up a bit, and the wind has also died down a bit.

  Misty rain, as if veiling the campus in a thin gauze. The green trees and red flowers, the artificial hills and stone pavilions, the tall buildings with red tiles, and the people walking in the rain, all took on a hazy beauty.

  Things in the world are like that. You can't see clearly, so you think it's beautiful. When everything is transparent, there's no more nostalgia.

  The school didn't notify the freshmen to continue with outdoor training, so they had a rare day off. Lazy people like Hua Mingliang definitely stayed in their dorms playing cards, Li Yu was glued to her computer playing games, and some chose to catch up on sleep to make up for the lack of it in previous days. Of course, there were also bookworms who walked into the school library with umbrellas, as well as some beautiful girls who loved learning, who also walked into the school library with umbrellas.

  The library of Nanjing University is quite famous in the educational circle of China, and it is said to have the largest collection of books, the most precious editions, and the most intense learning atmosphere among all university libraries. Without exaggeration, some students even took the entrance exam for Nanjing University just because of this library.

  Rows of bookshelves stood like sentinels waiting for inspection. Students moved through them, searching for the books they wanted according to the classified index.

  For students, youth literature is the most popular. That type of book is the most abundant, and the number of students who come to borrow it is also the largest.

  The most unpopular one is the category of "Religion and Others", almost no one comes over. So, this category is naturally placed in the last corner of the book hall. Because the book hall is too big and there are few people coming to the back row, it's almost an independent kingdom here.

  Today, however, a special boy came here.

  He is said to be special because his appearance is really too strange.

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

  His back is a bit hunched, and he always walks with his head down. His feet are also a bit clumsy, and when he walks, it's as if there's a spring under his feet, causing him to bounce forward in an awkward gait.

  If there's one bright spot on him, it's the glasses he wears - a rare tortoiseshell frame that's hardly seen in the market, with each pair costing tens or even hundreds of thousands.

  He held two books in his hands, one was "The History of the Popes", and the other was "A Grand View of Chinese Chan Buddhism".

  When he saw a worn-out thread-bound edition of "Tui Bei Tu" on the bookshelf, his eyes lit up and he reached out to take it.

  Unfortunately, he was one step too late, as that copy of "Tui Bei Tu" had been taken from the bookshelf.

  A man and a woman walked out from behind the bookshelf, the man was exceptionally handsome, the woman was ethereal and otherworldly. The two of them walked out together, as if they were a pair of divine lovers from heaven.

  Goods compare goods will be thrown away, people compare people will die.

  The boy in front and the newly arrived couple stood together, forming an even more striking contrast. One was coarse needle and thread tattered clothes, one was fine needle and thread brocade dress, one heaven, one earth. The difference is really too big.

  But the short boy was fearless, even looking at them with a hint of mockery.

  "You're really interested in this." Lu Junzhuo flipped open the book he had snatched, "The Book of Pushing Back", and said: "It's said that this book has predicted all the major events of China for a thousand years without a single mistake-----what do you think, You Shao?"

  "I only know he predicted one thing." The short boy suddenly pounced out and punched Lu Junzhuo's chest. Lu Junzhuo raised his hand to block, but the short boy quickly changed moves and snatched away the book "Push Back Diagram" from his hand.

  Lu Junzhuo didn't want this book "Tui Bei Tu" anyway, since he snatched it away, just give it to him then. So, he prepared to withdraw...

  But things changed again.

  That short boy who snatched the Push Back Diagram didn't stop, his figure rushed out again and punched Lu Junzhuo's chest.

  In a hurry, he stretched out his hand to block, but still slowed down by one step, Lu Junzhuo's tall body retreated continuously after being punched by the short boy.

  When he barely stood up, he had already retreated five or six steps back.

  A sweetness welled up in her throat, and a mouthful of fresh blood spilled out from the corner of her mouth.

  "It predicts that you're going to take a punch from me." The short boy sneered, waving the "Push Back Picture" in his hand and saying, "No one dares to snatch my things."

  Cunning. Arrogant. Ruthless.

  At just one glance, Su Shan had already defined their goal of pursuit as such.

  Lu Junzhuo pulled out a white silk handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiped the corner of his mouth, every movement was beautiful as if he had received royal education like a prince.

  "Don't you think...?" Lu Junzhuo said with a gloomy face, clenching his handkerchief in his hand: "It's a bit too much?"

  "Too much?" The short boy sneered. "What's too much? I want something, you take it away from me. I punish you - what's wrong with that? I want something, you take it away from me, but I can't punish you. That's what's really too much."

  "You're quite young." Su Shan stretched out his hand to the short boy and said, "I'm Su Shan. He's Lu Junzhuo. We've come to make friends with you."

  "Su Shan?" The short boy just tightly hugged his book, not shaking hands with Su Shan's beautiful but unlikable hands. Typical loser mentality and response. "Being able to enter the eyes of those cunning old men doesn't look bad."

  "Friend?" A hint of a mocking smile appeared at the corner of the short boy's mouth. "I don't make friends. I only raise dogs."

  Lu Junzhuo's face changed drastically, his eyes fixed on him with a venomous glare.

  "What? You think I'm being too direct?" The short boy laughed and said. "You guys... do you have friends? Are you two friends?"

  "Of course we're friends." Lu Junzhuo replied loudly.

  The short boy shook his head and said, "If what you're saying is true, then I have to sigh - the young master of the Lu family is really adorable in his foolishness. Is someone like this worthy of being my opponent? If what you're saying is false, then I also have to applaud - at a time like this, you can still put on such an act and shout out such cheesy slogans. You deserve to win an Oscar for Best Actor."

  He pointed at Su Shan and said: "She is more honest than you. And also smarter than you."

  Lu Junzhuo took a glance at Su Shan, and the sorrow and indignation in his eyes flashed by.

  From start to finish, Su Shan maintained a calm attitude and peaceful language.

  She didn't show weakness, nor did she appear overbearing, calmly and lightly saying: "Why refuse?"

  "So tell me, why should I join?" the short boy retorted.

  "You want me to join, isn't it just to borrow the prestige of my family's tiger skin?" The short boy sneered. "I don't have to join Red Eagle, I can join White Eagle or Black Eagle. Or even, I can raise an eagle myself. Why should I join you?"

  "It seems we've come to the wrong place." Lu Junzhuo said, looking at Su Shan.

  "No. At least you've shown your sincerity towards me," the short boy said. "You invited me on your own initiative, and I didn't go - that's you showing respect for me. If you ignored my existence and I went by myself, then I wouldn't have respected you either. If you really want me to join Red Eagle, I have two conditions-"

  "What two requirements?" Su Shan asked.

  "Firstly, I want to be the vice president." The short boy with a big mouth said.

  "No problem." Su Shan agreed in one breath. This guy's background is too big, and it wouldn't be right to not give him a vice president position.

  "He looked at Su Shan and said: 'You be my woman.'"