Uproarious

Ruan Zhiqing didn't have any classes at all, his classes were over long ago, regardless of the major he chose, and the last class also ended last month's exam.

But Cen Yan couldn't hold back, so he just took him to the third-year class.

It seems that I have taken it myself, and it is about psychology. I don’t know why their school pays special attention to psychological education. Not only do they have several basic psychology courses, but they are still compulsory, but those basic ones are more boring. In order to cultivate a good psychological state for students.

Most of them are poisonous and harmless chicken soup for the soul.

In addition to these, there are many elective courses on psychology at a slightly higher level, such as this one.

It is the most important, so the most people choose it, most of them are chosen out of curiosity, morbid psychology.

Of course, Ruan Zhiqing didn't have such a free time. He chose this course simply because he thought it would be easy to get credits.

Ruan Zhiqing pulled Cen Yan to sit in the last few rows, took out the computer and prepared to toss about her graduation thesis.

But as the saying goes, once a person is unlucky, even drinking cold water will get stuffed between his teeth.

"Do you still have an impression of the performative personality that we talked about in the last class? Don't turn over the book, and use your own understanding to talk about the understanding of performative personality in your own words. The student who uses the computer on the other side of the window, Would you like to share it?"

Ruan Zhiqing looked left and right and was disappointed to find that she seemed to be the only one using the computer sitting by the window.

He cursed in his heart and stood up.

It's been a year and I still remember.

"Performing personality should be a personality disorder that is born with exaggerated movements and expressions, and who is born to love acting. He may regard life as a theater and himself as the protagonist, and can't distinguish reality from drama. Then, it feels to others that he is different from normal people. Too much the same."

Ruan Zhiqing managed to make her description sound less bumpy, and what she said was basically the most impressive remarks in American and British dramas.

"Well, yes, the expression is very literary. I wonder if the handsome guy next to him has a different description?"

Ruan Zhiqing turned her head to look at Cen Yan, she didn't know why she was a little gloating, and made him insist on dying to attend the class.

Most of the students in front turned to look at Cen Yan, feeling a little puzzled, as if they had never seen this handsome guy before in this big class.

Ruan Zhiqing originally thought that what Cen Yan said was almost the same as what she said, after all, most people can say this level when they stand up and say a few words.

But he found he was wrong.

Cen Yan said calmly, "Performance personality is also called hysterical personality. Patients are characterized by artificial and exaggerated expressions and movements, which are full of display and performance; they are highly suggestive, and their thinking, emotions, and behaviors are easily influenced by others' hints." Influence; Emotionally superficial, vulnerable, passive; self-centered, attracts attention from others, longs for sympathy and praise from others; likes to coerce, manipulate, tease, and depend on others; fantasies, uses imagination instead of facts, reason is easily clouded by emotion, Willful, not used to logical thinking."

Ruan Zhiqing was almost the only one dumbfounded. When Cen Yan said the words slowly, everyone present couldn't help flipping through the book to compare, and found that except for some connecting words, it was almost exactly the same as the definition in the book.

And Cen Yan obviously didn't read the book.

Others may think that Cen Yan memorized it in advance, even the teacher thought so, "Well, very professional, it seems that this student has prepared it in advance."

But only Ruan Zhiqing knew about it, and he didn't even prepare for it. He didn't even have any books.

The rest of the people looked at Cen Yan with a different look, looked at the suit he was wearing, and wondered in their hearts that he should be a senior who was going to participate in some defense, but his temperament was not at all like a fledgling college student, on the contrary, he was experienced and seasoned social people.

Cen Yan bowed politely to the professor and sat down.

"Did you just check your phone?"

Cen Yan smiled, "No, I usually like to read books. When I was researching another personality disorder, I read this by the way. It was very interesting, so I remembered it."

Ruan Zhiqing has no doubts that Cen Yan likes to read, just look at the cabinet full of books in his room.

"Another personality disorder? What?"

"Anti-social personality." Ruan Zhiqing heard Cen Yan say this.

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"What's wrong?" After class, Cen Yan insisted on sending Ruan Zhiqing to the library before leaving. Ruan Zhiqing didn't argue with him. On the way, Ruan Zhiqing saw him staring at a giant poster in a daze .

It was an inkjet painting of the singing and dancing competition recently made by the Propaganda Department of the School Student Union. It was very beautiful, half Chinese and half Western, but it was skillfully blended together.

"It's okay, it's beautiful, did you students do it yourself?"

"It should be. There is a head of the Propaganda Department who is very powerful. It is said that the operating level of photo editing software such as PS can be compared with that of professionals outside."

Cen Yan smiled, "Your school has a lot of talents?"

Ruan Zhiqing also smiled, it was neither painful nor itchy.

It wasn't until Ruan Zhiqing checked the last bit of information, completed the last form, and typed the last word, that she packed up and rushed to the bar.

Although he has a good relationship with the bar owner, he still can't afford the risk of being late, because the manager is in charge, not the boss. The boss only knows how to drink, play games, and flirt with girls, or he may be a flirt.

Just as Ruan Zhiqing was about to go in and change, she heard a commotion outside.

"Oh my god, I heard that someone is going to be beaten." The two girls next to her hurried towards the main hall.It seems that it is human nature to watch the excitement.

Ruan Zhiqing quickly grabbed a colleague, "What's wrong?"

"Someone is making trouble, and the manager and the boss are standing in front of them. They have already called the police. Hey, don't ask, let's go over and have a look together. If there is a fight, the manager and Mr. Cen must be beaten. Help me, there are a lot of tall people on the opposite side."

The male waiter trotted forward as he spoke.

Ruan Zhiqing followed without thinking too much.

"You have to give me an explanation. My son couldn't possibly have fallen because of drunkenness, and he didn't drink so badly. Besides, why did he hang around there when he had nothing to do? He disappeared shortly after he left your place. .”

At the head is a magnificent and aggressive woman.

Ruan Zhiqing guessed that it was Zhou Jianan's mother.

He saw Cen Yan explaining very politely, "Ma'am, even if he disappeared just after leaving the house, it doesn't mean that he has something to do with us. Besides, he disappeared after several days. The police are now working on this matter day and night." Dicha, I believe I will give you a complete explanation soon, Madam, please be patient, please?"

"Some people said that it was your people who took him away." The woman was still relentless.

Ruan Zhiqing thought that this sentence was purely sarcastic.

Cen Yan seemed to be a little dumbfounded, "Oh? Who? Who said that our people took it away, such an important person, Mrs., should be handed over to the police as soon as possible, maybe the truth will be revealed sooner."

"Just the owner of a broken bar, who gave you the right to tell me what to do? It's up to me to give it to the police. Now I'm holding you accountable for killing my son!"

Manager Guo also participated in the explanation, "I told you it wasn't us."

"I said yes! Give me back my son."

There were two groups of people standing behind the woman. One group was dressed in black with no expression on their faces. They were probably bodyguards.

"That's right, give me an explanation."

"There must be an explanation!"

"The murderer can still get away with it, is there any justice in this world!"

……

The woman saw that her aura was obviously stronger, so she looked at Cen Yan arrogantly.

Cen Yan was really dumbfounded.

He didn't quite understand what this woman was trying to do, so he smiled inappropriately, "Well, even if it's our fault, your son has passed away now, even if you smash this place, your son won't be able to come back?"

The woman was irritated successfully, Ruan Zhiqing's heart skipped a beat, she turned to look at Cen Yan, and felt that he didn't seem like such a careless person, how could she say such things at this time?

But Cen Yan's face was completely different from the expression just now, but looked at the group of people in front of him coldly, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

Ruan Zhiqing felt that she really couldn't understand Cen Yan at all, and didn't know what was going on in his heart.

The woman took a deep breath and yelled angrily, "Come on, smash it!"

So the waiter and the group of actors got together and pushed each other. The scene was very chaotic for a while, but the man in black behind them didn't have the slightest tendency to make a move.

Suddenly, someone in the crowd yelled, and in the next second, a person holding a wine glass passed everyone and went straight to the direction of Cen Yan and Manager Guo, with an extremely angry expression on his face.

Ruan Zhiqing's pupils dilated involuntarily, seeing that the bottle was about to hit Cen Yan's head, Cen Yan didn't even react to the movement beside him, the movement of turning his head was like a slow motion in a movie.

"Bang—crash——" The sound of the wine bottle colliding with the human skull and the sound of glass shattering sounded at the same time.

Cen Yan looked in surprise at Ruan Zhiqing who suddenly rushed to him and hugged him, one hand hugged his shoulder to adjust his posture, and the other hand protected his head. At this moment, there was an obvious cut on the left forehead. Blood gurgled out.

"Grass, it really hurts." Ruan Zhiqing squeezed out these words from between her teeth, turned her head, and stared fiercely at the culprit and the other people who were equally dumbfounded, "This has nothing to do with others, it has nothing to do with evidence. Take it out! Don't mess around here!"