CHAPTER 1269: CHAPTER 1267: WHY BEAUTIFUL WOMEN DON’T HAVE BOYFRIENDS

"You have to answer one question first, if you can answer mine, I’ll tell you what you’re thinking right now," Wang Dadong said casually.

"Okay, but you can’t ask me what I was just thinking," Qiao Zifeng replied.

Wang Dadong nodded, his face full of mischief, and asked, "Do your parents already know that you’re impotent?"

"Of course they don’t know. Wait, they do... No, I refuse to answer that question!" Qiao Zifeng’s face turned beet red.

This was a trap question from Wang Dadong. Whether Qiao Zifeng answered yes or no, he ended up being impotent.

So he had no choice but to refuse to answer.

"Since you can’t answer my question, then I can’t guess what you’re thinking," Wang Dadong said with a smile.

He then glanced at the other students and said, "Folks, psychology is the scientific study of mental phenomena, mental functions, and behaviors of humans and animals. It’s a science, not demon art, nor a mind reading technique, so it doesn’t have the ability to see through people’s thoughts."

"Teacher, teacher, then what’s the point of studying psychology?" Many looked puzzled.

"Of course there’s a point. Psychology can’t read minds, but it can use someone’s expression, actions, background, and other factors to judge their mental activities. For example, I know right now Qiao Zifeng is thinking about whether he can sleep with Lin Shir tonight," Wang Dadong said, glancing at Qiao Zifeng with a playful smile.

"You, you’re lying, I’m not thinking about that at all!" Qiao Zifeng immediately refuted.

Wang Dadong’s lips curled into a smirk as he asked again, "Qiao Zifeng, are you sure you’re not thinking about that? Don’t lie, or else it’s impotence."

Just as Qiao Zifeng wanted to refute Wang Dadong again, the scene described by Wang Dadong flashed through his mind, making him shut his mouth angrily.

Actually, this is the simplest psychological phenomenon; when you mention something, the human mind naturally starts to imagine.

For instance, if I tell you not to think about whether the author is a beauty, inevitably, you’ll be thinking about whether the author is a beauty.

Only professionally trained agents can use association to steer their thoughts away from directly imagining something.

"I know, you must be thinking now, this teacher is just being crafty, and has no real skills," Wang Dadong laughed, looking at the dissatisfied students in the classroom.

Yes, although he twice rendered Qiao Zifeng speechless, it was all a setup.

It had little to do with psychology.

"True, teacher, you’re just being shameless," a student said, curling his lip.

Wang Dadong walked up to that student and said, "This student, you didn’t have breakfast at the school cafeteria this morning, but had a pancake from a street stall, with chive filling."

"How do you know?" the student asked, shocked.

Wang Dadong didn’t reply, and instead looked at another fashionable female student, saying, "You should currently be living in student dorms, and you’re single."

The female student’s expression changed slightly.

"Your family isn’t well-off, you have at least one younger brother or sister..."

"As for you, you have someone you really like, but you don’t have the courage to confess." Wang Dadong’s gaze finally landed on Meng Ruochen.

Looking at the shocked faces of everyone, Wang Dadong walked back to the podium with a smile and said, "Everyone, I wonder if what I said was correct?"

"How do you know I ate pancakes this morning?" the first male student curiously asked.

Wang Dadong pointed at his mouth and smiled, "Buddy, you still have chives stuck in your teeth, and today is Tuesday, the school doesn’t serve that dish. There’s a pancake stall right outside the school."

Wang Dadong had stayed at Jiangdu University for a while, so he knew what was served in the cafeteria each day.

Everyone instantly looked at the student, and indeed, chives were stuck between his teeth.

The student hurriedly covered his mouth.

"How do you know my family isn’t well-off, or that I have a brother?"

"Simple, I saw there’s a rip in your clothes that’s been mended almost seamlessly. This kind of skill, I reckon many female classmates here can’t match, especially not a male. I assume you honed it taking care of a younger sibling from a young age."

"And what about me? How can you say I don’t have a boyfriend?" the stylish female student asked somewhat indignantly.

Wang Dadong smiled and asked, "Are you sure you want me to say?"

"Say it," the female student nodded.

The female student was quite attractive and dressed very fashionably, making her very popular in the school. The odds of her not having a boyfriend were low.

"Then raise your right hand for everyone to see."

Not understanding Wang Dadong’s intention, the female student obediently raised her right hand.

Wang Dadong glanced at everyone and said, "Now you all know why I said she doesn’t have a boyfriend, don’t you?"

"Wow, didn’t see it coming. Xu Jie, you still have time to pamper yourself."

"Really no boyfriend, huh? Miss, be my girlfriend, then you can paint all your nails without worry!"

"..."

The classroom burst into chatter.

"You’re, you’re talking nonsense, I, I do have a boyfriend!" the student called Xu Jie said with a somewhat unnatural expression.

"Xu Jie, you must mean your boyfriend is your middle and ring fingers, right? Haha!"

The classroom erupted with laughter.

It turns out, the reason Wang Dadong deduced Xu Jie didn’t have a boyfriend was simple: Xu Jie had painted all her fingernails except for the middle and ring fingers on her right hand, and those two nails were cut short while the rest were long... (Zuizui won’t explain the reasoning behind not painting certain nails.)

Xu Jie’s face turned bright red as she hurriedly concealed her right hand, further proving Wang Dadong’s point.

Finally, Xu Jie ran out of the classroom in a fit of shame and anger.

"Would you like me to continue?" Wang Dadong asked, looking at each person in the classroom with a smile.

"No, no need!" Many shook their heads, fearing Wang Dadong would uncover their little secrets.

"Me." Just when Wang Dadong thought he had managed to bluff these young ones, a very pleasant voice sounded.