"This tells us, dear miss, that you should try to stay on the moral high ground for a little longer, and make every minute of it, so that you may or may not be around you for the evils that may or may not actually exist."

"Be a hypocrite, huh?" Pamela seemed to be poked in the point of laughter, and she held up her teacup to hide her not-so-polite grin.

"It's usually beneficial." Schiller smiled and poured water into the teapot, turned the lid of the teapot in the right direction, then straightened the cup in front of him, 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 attach too much importance to practical gain, and forget to emphasize the moral position that will bring advantages between words." ”

"So what exactly should be done?"

"Occupy the moral high ground first."

"What if there is no moral high ground?" As if deliberately making things difficult, Pamela said, "For example, in the face of Talia, she came to you in a rage, and she did have a reason to do so, and your student drugged her on the way to a date, and for that reason alone, you are standing in a moral depression." ”

"Then create a moral high ground."

Pamela leaned forward with great interest, and she saw Schiller pour water into her teacup from a teapot, slowly, as if observing the flow.

"You can try to 'forgive' someone."

"Forgiveness? Okay, I see, show yourself tolerant and kind and make yourself look like a good person, but this shouldn't be a universal practice, right? We are now discussing a situation in which we are not taking advantage of ......"

"Then forgive her first."

"Huh?"

Pamela let out a bewildered voice, she looked at Schiller with a puzzled face, as if he was talking nonsense, so she repeated again: "I mean that the other party did not make a mistake, it is us who make a mistake......"

"Is the other party really not making a mistake?"

"Uh......"

"The criterion of social equality is to judge the facts, and the criterion of social suppression is to never judge the facts."

"What do you mean?"

"When you think you've made a mistake and the other person hasn't, look at it from a different perspective." Schiller said after taking a sip from his teacup.

"There are two methods, one is to stretch the long timeline, the other party may not make a mistake in a short time, but as long as the time is long enough, no one can not make a mistake."

"Turning over old accounts?"

"It is not necessary to turn it out, but to take their previous mistakes as an established fact and then forgive them."

"What about the second way?"

"If the scope is broadened enough, the other party may not make a mistake in this matter, but there are always faults in their temper, character, and principles."

"And then also ......"

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

Schiller blew on his tea, leaned back, turned his head to look out the window at the withered garden, and said: "The factual superiority of the other party is like clods of earth and bricks, laying up a solid moral high ground for them, and 'forgiveness' is like a thin pillar that supports for us the loft of sophistry in the air." ”

"That doesn't sound much different from messing around."

Schiller shook his head and said: "Don't think so, nonsense, vexatiousness, and nothing to do, these adjectives used to judge bad behavior are usually not blamed for the unreasonable part, but for the aggression in a person's behavior." ”

"If you don't take advantage of it and you scold, people will naturally think you're being vexatious, but the difference between forgiveness is that it's not offensive and it's a more popular way to solve problems 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 period of time or a larger range, but also tramples on the soles of your feet because of the aggression that the other party shows because of the reason, after all, if I choose to forgive and the other party does not, then who is making trouble unreasonably?"

Pamela listened attentively, and some of her past social experiences came to her mind.

Then she heard Schiller go on to say: "In a social environment with bystanders, there is a very miraculous situation in which the vast majority of bystanders are uniformly more concerned with attitude than with truth." ”

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

"Therefore, the essence of social confrontation is not to look at right and wrong, but to see who can better control their emotions, and even hone them into weapons, showing the blade or putting the sword back into the sheath in a timely manner, and guiding the emotions of the bystanders to change together."

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

"Rather than assigning emotions to anger to show aggression, it is better to use it more efficiently and turn it into social and public pressure to crush them from the weak flank of the other side."

"Sounds ...... Incredible. Pamela commented, looking at Schiller's sloppy grey eyes and saying, "It's as if your emotions are a delicate machine, and you can turn their parts separately and just right." ”

"We can, miss."

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

Schiller, on the other hand, laughed and said, "I mean people who are naturally emotional have a harder time controlling their emotions, and you're obviously not one of them, are you?" ”

Pamela suddenly squirmed a little, she put down the teacup, pursed her lips and said, "Many people say that I am like a piece of wood, and I don't react to many things, but ...... Well, it is. ”

"The less water in the bottle, the more you can shake, and the easier it is to experiment with balance, which is an advantage rather than a flaw, as long as you don't care if you're really happy, do you care?"

"I don't look for happiness in people." Pamela is blunt, saying, "Being with plants makes me calmer, and I like to be calm rather than excited. ”

"Then you can use your innate advantage to achieve complete social suppression, and no one is your opponent."

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

"No, that's not what I'd do because it's a little too strenuous."

Schiller put down his teacup and leaned back, his shoulders open, his neck turned, as if stretching, and he pinched the tie knot with his bony, slightly rough hand, hooking his index finger above and pulling it from side to side.

This caused the huge double Windsor knot to deviate slightly, revealing folds below the collar of the shirt, which had been flat and symmetrical.

Pamela's gaze was unconsciously attracted by this action, which was difficult to avoid, after all, Schiller's body movements had been few before, and every movement was expected, which could be called a conformity, like a statue wrapped in the fabric of a gorgeous suit, and it was his words that attracted more attention than himself.

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

That hand must have done a lot of things in places she hadn't seen before, pulling, caressing, dismantling......

"Forgive me, dear miss, I'm not your professor, and explaining psychology or behavioral logic to others at length is a tiring task, and I think I'll have to relax."

As Schiller's deep voice rang in her ears, Pamela felt a series of informative hints rush from her left ear to her right, and for a moment she felt like a god of linguistic analysis.

This passage sounded to her as something like: Please don't forgive me at all and get to the bottom of this, dear Pamela, I'm not your professor, so there is no professional ethics between us, and it's very boring to explain psychology or behavioral logic to you at length, and I think we can do something more interesting.

So the question is, is the other party really hinting at her, or is it just an unintentional mistake, and can the price to be paid to explore this problem match her gain?

Wait, what did you just want to explore?

Pamela's hair stood on end instantly, she stared at Schiller with wide eyes, "banged" herself on the back of the sofa, and said with some horror: "I don't like men!" …… What was going on just now? ”

"Answer me first, what do you see?" Schiller said with a smile.

"I ......" Pamela stuck herself to the sofa like a loaf of roti, her hand clenched tightly on the armrest, and scolded in a low voice: "I have not had any illusions about the opposite sex since I was born, I usually only ......"

"Will only receive signals from the same sex?"

Pamela nodded apprehensively, glaring at Schiller without blinking, vigilant as a meerkat that saw a predator.

"Think about it again, miss, is the association you have with me really the one you think it is?"

Pamela let go of her hand in confusion, now she couldn't feel anything from Schiller, the gap in the statue was gone, and he was like a sun hanging in the distance, because it was too far away, so there was no threat.

"What's going on?" Pamela couldn't help but turn her head slightly from side to side, as if trying to find some chemical agent that was interfering with her, but she knew she couldn't find it, she knew that no toxin could interfere with her perception as long as she wanted to.

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

"Some ......" Pamela didn't know how to speak, 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 about what it was." ”

"You're ...... Your hand ......" Pamela kept that slightly frightened expression, and froze for about ten seconds before saying, "You're touching someone's body......"

"Really?"

Pamela swallowed, looked straight at Schiller, and said, "Someone's spleen and pancreas, to be exact." ”

Pamela struggled to move her hard shoulders and arms, clutching her arms as she said, "Hell, how the hell did you do that?" ”

"That's the approach I take." Schiller picked up the tea again, took a sip, and said, "I only reveal my dangerous qualities to the chosen target, so that they are attracted to me and have no time to think more." ”

Schiller looked sideways at the window, glanced at Pamela and said, "...... It is especially effective against dangerous molecules who love excitement. ”

"It's so effective." Pamela said inwardly, taking a sip of her tea, and then turning her head with Schiller to look out the window, and to calm her heart, which had been beating wildly since just now.

(End of chapter)