When Bai Shutong came out of the bubble tea shop, the rain on the horizon had completely stopped, and the sky was brighter than in the morning, but the sun was still half-covered and half-hidden, not so crisp, and not as brilliant as it should be on a spring afternoon.

Bai Shutong sucked milk tea, bit a pearl and walked to the office. Walking downstairs in the Faculty of Science, the recess has ended.

She staggered up to the second floor, and when she turned the corner, she happened to see Shao Yuanguang through the crack in the back door.

The atmosphere in the classroom has settled, Shao Yuanguang stood on the podium and calmly began to lecture.

Looking at Shao Yuanguang's upright figure under the warm sun, Bai Shutong couldn't help but be a little curious, what would a cold person like him look like when he talked about class?

Thinking about it, Bai Shutong walked over lightly, stood by the back door, and peeked into the classroom through the gap in the hidden door.

This is the first class of practical psychology this semester, Shao Yuanguang has just introduced the main content of the course, and now he will start to cut to the chase.

He held the remote control pen in his hand, and with a wave of his hand, the PPT on the projection turned a page. On the huge curtain, with black letters on a white background, only a simple question is presented: Is psychology a science?

This kind of question, which has been criticized by other disciplines for a long time, is not easy to answer.

Bai Shutong stood outside the door, leaning against the wall involuntarily in order to be able to see Shao Yuanguang better.

Shao Yuanguang lectured, not confined to the square inch of the podium, he calmly walked between the two rows of tables, stopped his steps, paused for a moment, and then spoke: "Psychology studies human consciousness, and human consciousness is an abstract thing, like a room with the lights off, it is dark, you can't see it, you can't touch it. Shao Yuanguang walked as he spoke, his slender fingers flipped slightly, comparing a cube, like a closed room, "Using consciousness to study consciousness, many people feel that this is not science and cannot be falsified." ”

Shao Yuanguang paused, as if to let the students in the hall digest what he said.

Outside the house, Bai Shutong was also thinking about the analogy Shao Yuanguang had just made.

It is indeed very appropriate to use a dark room as a metaphor for the thought process of people, in which others cannot see what's in the room, and sometimes even you don't know what you're thinking. If neither the researcher nor the person being studied knows the contents of the room, then there is no way to falsify. If it can't be falsified, what kind of science can we talk about?

Shao Yuanguang looked around the classroom, and seeing that the students were all contemplating and thinking, he turned around and slowly paced back to the podium.

"Often, people are in the dark, and in order to see things in the dark, we turn on the light source," he hovered for a moment, then changed his tone, "but when the room that was dark is illuminated, the darkness is no longer darkness, so can we still see the darkness itself?" ”

Shao Yuanguang's teaching was very orderly, and his speech was also subdued, and Bai Shutong, who was outside the house, listened a little attentively, completely forgetting his original intention of snooping, but followed closely with his thoughts, and gradually spread with the questions raised by Shao Yuanguang.

When people's mental activities are studied as research objects, people generally have a sense of resistance, and they will disguise and embellish. It's like turning on the lights to study a dark room, and although you can see it more clearly, it may not turn out to be the most realistic dark room.

"In order to scientifically study the truth, scientific psychology must grope for darkness in the dark, and we use consciousness to study consciousness," Shao Yuanguang said, pointing to his brain, "and using scientific methods throughout the whole process." ”

As he spoke, his fingertips flicked, and the content on the projection changed, this time it was simply reduced to two words: real yàn.

"Practical yàn is the most important tool of scientific psychology, which can ensure that we still have a way to explore the darkness in the dark, and can also help us to study abstraction with abstract cognition." Shao Yuanguang stepped off the podium again and began to pace in the classroom.

The male students in the classroom all kept their eyes peeled, staring at the two large characters on the projection screen. The girls were a little uneasy, one by one, their chins propped up, and their eyes followed Shao Yuanguang throughout the classroom.

Shao Yuanguang did not squint, but held his arms, looking back on the vast history of psychology like a few treasures, "In the long years of the development of psychology, many sophisticated practical designs have emerged, and the rigor of these practical designs is breathtaking, and it also fully shows the scientific nature of psychology." For example......"

His demeanor is elegant and decent, quite like everyone, and his conversation is full of a kind of calmness and confidence. Bai Shutong, like the girls in the house, stood outside the door and looked a little stupid. She never thought that Shao Yuanguang was such a cold person, as if he could shine when he stood in class, so that the tiredness and laziness of the afternoon were suddenly illuminated without a trace.

Bai Shutong stretched his neck to look at the man in the room, and took a sip of milk tea absentmindedly. One exerted too much force, and the straw entered the air, making a screeching sound.

In the room, Shao Yuanguang's explanation of "Solomon's Four Groups of Real Yàn Designs" was interrupted, and then, his eyes drifted in the direction of Bai Shutong without warning.

The two met their eyes, and Bai Shutong once again thought of the scene on the night of Valentine's Day, when the two met their eyes.

Bai Shutong hurriedly dodged, didn't dare to look back, and ran back to the office with a smoke-

Bai Shutong ran back to the office from the back door of the classroom. I was panicked along the way, and when I entered the house, I was already wheezing, and even my face was slightly hot.

She sat back in her seat and covered her cheeks with her slightly cool hands, the heat on her face dissipated a little, but her heart couldn't stop pounding.

She didn't know why she was running, and she didn't know why she was so flustered. Shao Yuanguang's eyes were transparent, and he seemed to be able to see through her thoughts. But what was her mind that she couldn't let him know?

Studying this problem carefully, Bai Shutong couldn't concentrate on her work, her mind was full of Shao Yuanguang's appearance, or his lowered eyebrows, or his unintentional glance, or his side face, his fingers, and his back......

The more Bai Shutong thought about it, the more he couldn't calm down, and the more he wanted to drive his figure out, the deeper Shao Yuanguang's appearance became. After struggling a few times, her face that had just calmed down turned crimson again, and this time, even her palms were hot and sweaty.

Bai Shutong saved his palms, got up and just opened the window, before the cool air penetrated into the room, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and it was getting closer and closer, and finally stopped at the door.

Shao Yuanguang is back.

Bai Shutong didn't expect him to get out of class so soon, so he hurriedly returned to his seat and pretended to be reading.

Shao Yuanguang pushed open the door and went straight into the room, returning to his desk. He opened the drawer, put the lesson plan away, and when he closed the drawer, he suddenly asked, "Was that you?" ”

His voice came unexpectedly, disrupting Bai Shutong's mood again. She suddenly looked up at Shao Yuanguang, he was standing by the window, and there was a faint after-rain glimmer behind him, and the shimmer accompanied by the breeze brought some ironing, so that Bai Shutong could stretch his body and mind.

She pursed her lips and nodded her head "um".

Shao Yuanguang was not as focused as she was when he talked to her, he didn't look at her, and the movements in his hands didn't stop, this kung fu, he had already taken out his laptop, turned on the screen, and pressed the power button. After a series of actions, his eyes fell on the milk tea cup on Bai Shutong's desktop.

In the morning, he had said that she was not allowed to put the "mess" on her desk. Bai Shutong didn't dare to agree with this, but she didn't know if it was a weak heart or what, at this time, seeing Shao Yuanguang's gaze, she was extremely alert to pick up the milk tea cup that had long been empty from the table and threw it into the trash can next to the table.

After throwing away the cup, she timidly looked up at Shao Yuanguang and whispered, "Teacher Shao, I'm sorry, I won't take it as an example." ”

Her voice was soft and glutinous, and her expression was a little timid, Shao Yuanguang couldn't bear to be harsh, so he only raised his eyebrows and said, "Pay attention next time." He paused for a moment, and then added for no reason: "Come in next time and listen." ”

Bai Shutong was stunned for a moment, and then realized that Shao Yuanguang was referring to the fact that she had just stood outside the door and eavesdropped on his lecture.

Not all teachers in the school are willing to open their classes to everyone, especially to their colleagues. Bai Shutong felt a little flattered, but after thinking about it, he was a little disappointed. Shao Yuanguang's invitation may be just because he never regarded her as a colleague.

Also, she has just graduated for less than a year, and she is no different from a student to Shao Yuanguang, not to mention her research ability and academic skills, in Shao Yuanguang's eyes, I am afraid that she is not as good as some students.

Sure enough, before Bai Shutong could respond, Shao Yuanguang took another sentence to himself: "If you want to intervene in the research, your original foundation is not good." Come and be a teaching assistant for me, and make up for the class by the way. ”

Although his words verified his previous thoughts, Bai Shutong listened to it, and he was inevitably a little lost in his heart.

She studied psychology for both her bachelor's and master's degrees, but she really didn't pay much attention to her studies, and her foundation was not solid. So in this case, why did Shao Yuanguang reject those high-achieving students who came to apply for research assistants, and accepted her transfer application without thinking? Does it really have something to do with Valentine's Day?

Bai Shutong thought about it, and peeked at Shao Yuanguang again. This glance happened to collide with his deep eyes, causing Bai Shutong to fall directly into the abyss.

Shao Yuanguang looked at her rapidly flushed cheeks, and couldn't help frowning and asked, "What are you looking at?" ”

Bai Shutong denied it, hurriedly lowered his head, and unconsciously covered his red cheeks with his hands.

Although he didn't look at him again, his appearance was imprinted in Bai Shutong's mind. His eyebrows are like mountain peaks, his eyes are like deep pools, and his calm and unhurried temperament between conversations is like being able to dominate the sky. Bai Shutong has never seen such a person, and out of curiosity, it is normal to look at it twice.

She comforted herself like this, but Shao Yuanguang chuckled, a little sarcastic, and said with a little joking: "If I were you, I wouldn't want to read anything else except paper." ”