Psychological Control

I wandered aimlessly in the downtown area of ​​New York until one o'clock in the afternoon. After no less than five encounters between men and women, I finally decided to buy a Chinese package and return to the hotel.

Thank God, Rhett left. When I opened the door, I saw the note paper that he tucked into my room from under the door. I don't want to meet Jason Gideon directly anymore. In the last incident of David, although I followed the bau team back to the police station and took a transcript of their inquiry.

Everything doesn't look so bad, and the bau team is not a monster who will eat any bad guys who haven't done anything. But the meeting at that time was my reaction in a state of fright after I was hijacked, and it cannot be used as an assessment of their usual mental state and danger level. But today is different at this time, I don't want to meet other people again.

Although Rhett is a genius, he is still a novice and soft-hearted in criminal psychology. He is easily deceived by some seemingly casual things.

So leave New York tonight and return to San Francisco Paraparato. Maybe I can no longer miss so many courses. Although the first year of the Stanford Psychology course is still the same basic neurocognitive science or something, but is it still Stanford? Maybe I will talk about what I have missed before.

In the neurocognitive science class, I flipped over this almost brand-new book and buried my head into the stepped classroom. Then I casually found a seat in the back seat, this should be a humble corner.

I like to sit in the less conspicuous rear and overlook the entire classroom. This is my little habit. But what makes me funny and uncomfortable is that after I sit down, the girls around often look back in this direction, and then whisper to each other.

It seems to be a new episode of the National Supermodel Contest that aired the day before, making my face even more famous. I shoved my glasses, one by one, and smiled back at the girls who looked secretly. After they met my eyes, they turned their faces flushed.

"Hi! Are you the model, Brian Moss?" A tall white boy who looked completely sunny in sports, holding a basic thick psychology book, sat next to me. "I'm Ollie, make friends!" He put down his book and held out his right hand.

"Hi hello, just call me Brian, can I call you Ollie?" I almost subconsciously put on a disguised warm smile, and answered with a vibrant voice.

"Of course, you can call me whatever you want! Just don't give me an awful nickname." Ollie wrinkled her nose and deliberately made a strange appearance, joking.

I looked at his sighted muscles, and looked completely different from the nerds of psychology, and said casually, "Oli, you don't really look like psychology."

"Hahaha, in fact you don't look like it? How can anyone see a nerd who studies psychology to be a model!" Ollie's big grin makes it easy to relax his heart. But some frizzy looks, in fact, he is more suitable as a educator welcomed by students, in addition to being a psychologist after graduation.

"Oh, this sentence offends most of the people in the classroom." I put on a boo and said with a smile.

"I watched your latest hard-shot shooting process. Wow, I dare say your psychology must be well learned! Otherwise, it is difficult for ordinary people to show the psychology of partial fetishism. In the hard shot. "Obviously, it was also because the National Supermodel Contest gave me close curiosity.

In fact, most of the students in the classroom, especially the girls, were curious about me. I can tell from their eyes, but no one dares to approach it easily. Only the rough-headed guys like Ollie who did not study psychology would rush over without any fear.

The number of episodes of the National Supermodel Contest is one episode per week, and then the episode only edits one challenge and one hard photo shoot, and the process of elimination. So at this time the second episode is playing to the wedding photos.

Knowing that Ollie would not like those who are shy and sympathetic, I know that he smiled and thanked him. Then the professor went into the classroom with the lesson plan, and the sound of Zixuosuo in the classroom quieted down. The lesson finally started.

The chapters in the class are similar to those I have learned before, but the professor ’s explanation is indeed more lively and interesting, and many practical examples are given to allow students to better understand. I took out a brand new notebook and started taking notes. Just be prepared for future exam review.

Orly, sitting next to me, couldn't bear the quiet atmosphere in the classroom within ten minutes. Although the professor did speak quite well, he seemed to prefer a dual purpose. He wrote a note and pushed it over.

[Are you gay? I find that your eyes rarely fall on girls. Smiling at them is more courteous. ]

I glanced at it with some surprises. I thought Ollie was a very dull man. Should I say that I really studied psychology? I turned to look at him, shook the note, and nodded.

Ollie's eyes seemed to lighten, and he retrieved the note from my hand and continued to work hard.

[Do you have a boyfriend? Shouldn't your future career orientation be modeling fashion? ]

I checked it and replied: [No. Not decided yet. ] Pass it back to him.

Ollie seemed discouraged because my reply was too short. But soon he was excited, and the note came again.

[Do you like this type of me? Or is that model Chris? He looks so bad! Add me a Facebook, right? ]

I'm really not sure if this is interesting or something for Ollie. He doesn't look like he is interested in boys. I still honestly replied: [I don't have a specific type and I don't want to make a boyfriend lately. Chris and I are just friends. Where do you see that he is gay? What's your facebook ]

After passing it back, a new note came quickly. First a list of his Facebook names, then he wrote: [Well, my friend is going to be disappointed. Actually, I'm not a student of the Psychology Department, but my friend just asked me to ask you for contact information. He studied photography and knew that you and I wanted to know you after being at the same university. I was arrested and even borrowed books. ]

Well, it turned out that he did not study psychology. I looked at him helplessly, and was returned with a smile showing eight teeth. Seeing that I am gay, it should be his **** friend. After all, there is actually a subtle reaction between comrades, collectively called gaydar.

Later, in addition to taking notes, I was distracted and talked to Ollie for a lesson. It turned out that his friend is going to graduate this year, and he needs a graduation work. As a photographer, he needs to make a small movie. The script has already been linked with a screenwriter, and it is a **** movie.

His friend intended to play one of the main characters, but the other main character never found a suitable one. Knowing that his friend saw me from the National Supermodel Contest, I heard that the introduction was from the same university as Ollie. So he planned to get the moon near the water tower.

Ollie Lee's friend is called William Chow and is still of Chinese descent. This made me even more excited to know him, and soon set a meeting time with Ollie.

After two days,

In a cafe on campus, I sat there and ordered a mocha. Then when there were more than ten minutes before the appointment time with them, I saw Ollie walking with a young Asian man who was not too short.

When they came in front of me, I was obsessed with reading in front of me, so I just raised the coffee cup to signal them to sit down. William's complexion suddenly turned red, then faded slowly. Ollie looked completely natural.

Then I realized that my posture was a bit wrong, maybe I was too proud. My behaviors that seem to care about others' feelings are actually made under my conscious control. If I don't pay attention, it will be easy to ignore whether my behavior will make the other person uncomfortable. Because antisocial personality is really difficult to show concern for others.

Ollie's nerve bar did not find my attitude, I can understand. But why William apparently noticed my undesirably high attitude, but instead seemed to deepen my favor?

Could he be a masochist? The more he behaves, the more he likes it.

"Hi, Brian! I'm William Zhou ..." William Zhou straightened his expression, said in an official tone, and reached out and shook me. "You can call me William! ..." Feeling too flat, he added quickly.

"Jiu Yang is famous." I closed the book with a smile and sat upright. "I heard that you want me to show your graduation work? If the time is right, I would be happy to help you. What is the subject of your shooting?"

"Ah ..." I watched William make an embarrassing cry, rummaged through his bag, and took out a script that looked brand new before it was printed.

"That's it ..." He rubbed his hands and said, "This **** movie is about a young man in the city who is different from ordinary people in his orientation and preferences ... he has been oppressed by his family until He met the other half who was just right with him. Very simple content, I just want to ... through this short film show my control and editing ability. "

I raised an eyebrow with the script. It seems that my guess is correct, William is a masochistic constitution. The reason why he chose this script is that he thinks it's like shooting his own autobiography. From a Chinese family, don't say that his special birth habit is better, that is, the birth orientation that is commonplace among young Americans, it is estimated that it is not understood.

"Okay, can I want to see the script? If you're busy with something else, I can reply to you?" I said to him, shaking the script.

"No no no ... I'm fine, Ollie, if you're going to class, go first? I'll wait here for Brian to finish ..." William squeezed his eyes and motioned to Ollie.

Orly, Ollie found himself offensive. He grinned a few times, picked up the bag, greeted me, and turned away. 2k novel reading network