Chapter 1808: Summer in Fool Village (Twenty-Two)

Chapter 1782 Summer in Fool Village (Twenty-two)

"This tells us a lesson, dear lady, try to stay on the moral high ground for a while, and seize every minute and every second to denounce the evil that may exist or actually does not exist around you."

"Be a hypocrite, huh?" Pamela seemed to be tickled, she picked up the teacup to cover her not-so-polite grin.

"It usually helps." Schiller smiled as he added water to the teapot, turned the lid to the right direction, and then put the cup in front of him straight. He looked up at Pamela and said, "Our nature prevents us from being good people from the bottom of our hearts unless it is profitable to do so, but many people pay too much attention to practical benefits and forget to emphasize the moral status that will bring advantages between words."

"So what should be done specifically?"

"First, occupy the moral high ground."

"What if there is no moral high ground?" Pamela said as if deliberately making things difficult: "For example, when facing Talia, she came to you angrily, and she did have a reason to do so. Your student drugged her on the date. Just based on this one thing, you are standing in a moral trough."

"Then create a moral high ground."

Pamela leaned forward with great interest. She saw Schiller pouring water into her teacup with a teapot, pouring it very slowly, as if observing the water flow.

"You can try to 'forgive' others."

"Forgive? Okay, I understand. You can act tolerant and kind and make yourself look like a good person, but this shouldn't be a universal approach, right? We are now discussing a situation where we are not right..."

"Then forgive her first."

"Ah?"

Pamela made a puzzled sound. She looked at Schiller with a puzzled look on her face, as if he was talking nonsense, so she repeated it again: "I mean the other party didn't make a mistake, it was us who made a mistake..."

"Did the other party really make a mistake?"

"Uh..."

"The principle of social equality is to discuss the matter at hand, and the principle of social repression is never to discuss the matter at hand."

"What do you mean?"

"When you think you have made a mistake and the other party has not, you might as well look at it from another angle." Schiller said after taking a sip of the teacup.

"There are two ways. One is to extend the timeline. The other party may not make mistakes in a short period of time, but as long as the time is long enough, no one can avoid making mistakes."

"Dig up the past?"

"You don't have to dig up the past, but you have to treat their previous mistakes as an established fact and forgive them."

"What about the second method?"

"Expand the scope sufficiently. The other party may not have made mistakes in this matter, but there are always problems with their temper, personality, and principles of doing things."

"Then also..."

"Take it as an established fact and forgive them."

Schiller blew the tea, leaned back, turned his head to look at the withered garden outside the window, and then said: "The other party's factual advantage is like soil and bricks, building a solid moral high ground for them, and 'forgiveness' is like a thin pillar, supporting our sophistry attic in the air."

"It sounds There is not much difference between being unreasonable and being unreasonable. "

Schiller shook his head and said, "Don't think so. Being unreasonable, making trouble for no reason, these adjectives used to judge bad behavior usually do not blame the unreasonable part, but the aggressiveness in a person's behavior. "

"If you are not right but swear, people will naturally think you are unreasonable, but forgiveness is different in that it is non-aggressive and is a way of solving problems that is more popular in civilized society. "

"When you take the initiative to forgive the other party, it not only implies that the other party has made mistakes for a longer time or a larger range, but also tramples on the other party's aggressiveness because of being right. After all, if I choose to forgive and the other party does not, then who is making trouble for no reason? "

Pamela listened very attentively, and some past social experiences appeared in her mind.

Then she heard Schiller continue: "In a social environment with bystanders, a very magical situation will occur, that is, the vast majority of bystanders will pay more attention to attitudes rather than the truth."

"There is a certain influence of the herd effect, but one fact is that the impact of emotions is stronger than the impact of logic, and people perceive emotions faster than they perceive logic."

"Therefore, the essence of social confrontation is not to see right or wrong, but to see who can better control their emotions, and even hone them into weapons, showing the blade or sheathing the sword at the right time, and guiding the emotions of bystanders to change together."

"Many people think that the pressure of social repression comes from their own strong aggressiveness, but in fact, social and public opinion pressure is always much stronger than the pressure brought by their own aggressiveness."

"Instead of allocating emotions to anger to show aggressiveness, it is better to use them more efficiently and transform them into social and public opinion pressure to defeat them from the opponent's weak flank."

"It sounds... incredible." Pamela commented, looking at Schiller's scattered gray eyes and said, "It's as if your emotions are a precision machine, and you can make each part of them rotate separately, and rotate just right."

"We can all, miss."

"I don't understand." Pamela's eyes became more serious. She hoped to get a response from Schiller's eyes, but when the gray eyes focused a little, she broke out in a cold sweat.

But Schiller laughed and said, "I mean that people who are naturally emotional will find it more difficult to control their emotions, and you are obviously not one of them, right?"

Pamela suddenly became a little embarrassed. She put down the teacup and pursed her lips and said, "Many people say that I am like a piece of wood and have no reaction to many things, but... well, it's true."

"The less water in the bottle, the greater the amplitude of shaking, and the easier it is to do experiments to find balance. This is an advantage rather than a defect, as long as you don't care whether you are really happy. Do you care?"

"I don't look for happiness from people." Pamela said bluntly, she said: Being with plants makes me calmer. I like calmness rather than excitement. "

"Then you can use your innate advantages to achieve complete social suppression. No one can be your opponent."

"Is this what you are doing?" Pamela couldn't help but continue to look into Schiller's eyes and asked: "You suppressed Talia in this way?"

"No, this is not what I would do, because it is a bit too strenuous."

Schiller put down the teacup and leaned back. He opened his shoulders and turned his neck, as if stretching his muscles. He pinched the tie knot with his bony and slightly rough hands, hooked his index finger on it and pulled it left and right.

This made the huge double Windsor knot slightly tilted, revealing wrinkles under the originally flat and symmetrical shirt collar.

Pamela's eyes were unconsciously attracted by this action. This was difficult to avoid. After all, Schiller had few body movements before, and every movement was expected and well-behaved, like a statue wrapped in gorgeous suit fabric. What attracted more attention was his words rather than himself.

But Pamela saw a crack in the statue from this small action, which revealed a fresh vitality, and it was more like a trace of unknown intimacy from the rigid and serious appearance.

That hand must have done many things in places she had never seen, pulling, stroking, dismantling...

"Forgive me, dear lady, I am not your professor. It is a tiring job to explain psychology or behavioral logic to others in a long speech. I think I need to relax."

When Schiller's low voice sounded in her ears, Pamela felt a series of hints with huge amounts of information rushing from her left ear to her right ear. At this moment, she felt like a god of language analysis.

This paragraph sounded to her like: Please don't forgive and get to the bottom of it, dear Pamela, I am not your professor, so there is no professional ethics between us. It is very boring to explain psychology or behavioral logic to you in a long speech. I think we can do something more interesting.

Then the question is, is the other party really hinting at her, or is it just an unintentional mistake? Can the price of exploring this issue match her gains?

Wait, what did she want to explore just now?

Pamela's hair stood on end instantly. She stared at Schiller with wide eyes, and "bang" pressed herself against the back of the sofa, saying with some horror: "I don't like men!... What happened just now?"

"Answer me first what you saw." Schiller said with a smile.

"I..." Pamela pressed herself tightly to the sofa like an Indian flying cake, her hands tightly grasped the armrests, and cursed in a low voice: "I have never had any fantasies about the opposite sex since I was born, I usually only..."

"Only receive signals from the same sex?"

Pamela nodded with lingering fear, staring at Schiller without blinking, alert like a meerkat seeing its natural enemy.

"Think about it carefully, miss. Is the association you have with me really what you think it is?"

Pamela let go of her hand in confusion. Now she couldn't feel anything from Schiller again. The gap in the statue disappeared, and he was like a sun hanging in the distance. Because he was too far away, he was not threatening.

"What happened?" Pamela couldn't help but turn her head slightly left and right, as if she wanted to find some chemical agents that interfered with her, but she knew she couldn't find it. She knew that as long as she wanted, no toxins could interfere with her perception.

"What did you think of?" Schiller asked again.

"Some..." Pamela didn't know how to start, but suddenly she was stunned again. She frowned and said, "Wait a minute, I seem to be confused. That's not sexual attraction..."

Schiller smiled and said, "Then think carefully about what it is."

"You are... your hand..." Pamela kept that slightly panicked expression, and froze for about ten seconds before saying, "You are touching someone's body..."

"Really?"

Pamela swallowed her saliva, looked at Schiller and said, "To be precise, it's someone's spleen and pancreas."

Pamela tried to move her stiff shoulders and arms, and said while holding her arm, "Damn it, how did she do it?"

"This is the method I took." Schiller picked up the tea again, took a sip and said, "Only show my dangerous characteristics to the selected targets, so that they are attracted by me and have no time to think more."

Schiller turned his head to look at the scene outside the window, glanced at Pamela with his peripheral vision and said, "... It is especially effective for dangerous people who like excitement."

"Too effective." Pamela said in her heart, she took a sip of tea, then turned her head with Schiller to look out the window, and calmed her heart that had been beating wildly since just now.