"This tells us something, dear lady, try to stay on the moral high ground for a while and seize every moment to denounce the evil around you that may or may not actually exist."
"Being a hypocrite, huh?" Pamela seemed to be struck by the point of laughter. She picked up the tea cup to cover up her less polite grin.
"This usually has benefits." Schiller smiled and added water to the teapot, turned the lid of the teapot to the appropriate direction, then straightened the cup in front of him, looked up at Pamela and said: "Our nature makes us You can’t be a good person from the bottom of your heart unless there’s a profit to be made in doing so, but many people put so much emphasis on practical benefits that they forget to emphasize the moral status that brings advantages between words.”
"So what exactly should be done?"
“First take the moral high ground.”
"What if there is no moral high ground?" Pamela said as if she was deliberately making things difficult: "For example, when facing Thalia, she came to trouble you angrily, and she did have reason to do so. Your students are Judging from the fact that you drugged her during the date, you are at a moral low point."
"Then create a moral high ground."
Pamela leaned forward with great interest. She saw Schiller pouring water from the teapot into her teacup, pouring it very slowly, as if observing the water flow.
"You can try to 'forgive' others."
"Forgive? Okay, I understand, show yourself to be tolerant and kind to make yourself look like a good person, but this shouldn't be a universal approach, right? What we are discussing now is a situation where we are unreasonable …”
"Then forgive her first."
"ah?"
Pamela made a confused sound. She looked at Schiller with confusion, 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 the mistake... …”
"Did the other party really make no mistake?"
"Well……"
"The rule of social equality is to discuss the matter as it is. The rule of social suppression is never to discuss the matter as it is."
"What's the meaning?"
"When you think you made a mistake but the other person didn't, you might as well look at it from another angle." Schiller said after taking a sip from his tea cup.
"There are two methods. One is to extend the time line. The other party may not make mistakes in a short period of time, but as long as the time is extended long enough, no one can avoid making mistakes."
"Returning old scores?"
“It doesn’t have to be about digging it out, but it’s about accepting their previous mistakes as a given and then forgiving them.”
"What about the second method?"
"If you broaden the scope widely enough, the other party may not have made a mistake in this matter, but there are always flaws in their temper, character, and principles of doing things."
"Then also..."
"Take it as an established fact and forgive them."
Schiller blew the tea, leaned back, turned to look at the withered garden outside the window, and then said: "The other party's factual advantages are like clods of earth and stone bricks, building up a solid moral high ground for them, and 'Forgiveness' is like a thin pillar supporting our sophistry in the sky."
"It doesn't sound much different from messing around."
Schiller shook his head and said, "Don't think so. These adjectives used to judge bad behavior, such as being reckless, unreasonable, and looking for trouble, usually do not accuse the unreasonable part, but the aggression in a person's behavior."
"If you yell without reason, people will naturally think you are being unreasonable, but the difference between forgiveness and forgiveness is that it is not offensive 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 period of time or on a larger scale, but also suppresses the other party's aggression due to reasoning. After all, if I choose to forgive and the other party does not , then who is making trouble unreasonably?"
Pamela listened intently, 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 uniformly pay more attention to attitudes than to the truth."
"There is a certain influence of the herd effect, but the fact is that the impact of emotion 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 what is right or wrong, but to see who can control their emotions better, and even hone them into weapons, reveal the blade or sheath the sword at the right time, and guide the emotions of bystanders. Change together.”
"Many people think that the pressure of social suppression comes from their own strong aggression, but in fact, the pressure from society and public opinion is much stronger than the pressure caused by their own aggression at any time."
"Instead of allocating emotions to anger to show aggression, it is better to use it more efficiently and let it be transformed into social and public opinion pressure to defeat the opponent from their weak flanks."
"It sounds...incredible." Pamela commented, looking at Schiller's distracted gray eyes and said: "It's as if your emotions are a sophisticated machine, and you can make their various parts rotate separately, and It turned just right.”
"We can all do that, miss."
"I don't understand." Pamela's eyes became more serious. She hoped to get a response from Schiller's eyes, but when those gray eyes focused slightly, she instantly broke out in a cold sweat.
But Schiller laughed and said: "I mean that people who are naturally emotional have a harder time controlling their emotions, and you are obviously not one of them, right?"
Pamela suddenly became a little nervous. She put down her tea cup, pursed her lips and said, "Many people say that I am like a piece of wood and don't react to many things, but...well, that's the truth."
"The less water in the bottle, the greater the shaking range, and the easier it is to conduct experiments to find balance. This is an advantage rather than a disadvantage. As long as you don't care whether you are truly happy, do you care?"
"I don't seek happiness from people." Pamela said bluntly, "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 is your opponent."
"Is this what you are doing?" Pamela couldn't help but continue to look into Schiller's eyes and asked: "Did you suppress Thalia in this way?"
“No, that’s not the approach I would take because it’s a little too laborious.”
Schiller put down his tea cup and leaned back. He opened his shoulders and turned his neck as if to stretch his muscles. He pinched the tie knot with his well-jointed and slightly rough hands, hooked his index finger on top and pulled it left and right.
This caused the giant double Windsor knot to sit slightly off, exposing the folds beneath the otherwise flat and symmetrical collar of the shirt.
Pamela's eyes were unconsciously attracted to this action. It was difficult to avoid it. After all, Schiller's body movements were very few before, and every movement was expected. It could be described as following the rules, just like a statue wrapped in The statue beneath the rich fabric of his suit draws more attention to his words than to him.
But Pamela saw a crack in the statue from this small movement, which revealed fresh vitality, and it was more like revealing a hint of unknown intimacy under 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 lady, I am not your professor. Explaining the logic of psychology or behavior to others at length is a tiring job. I think I need to relax."
When Schiller's deep voice sounded in her ears, Pamela felt a series of huge information hints rush from her left ear to her right ear. At this moment, she felt like the god of language analysis.
This passage sounded to her like: Please don't forgive me at all and get to the bottom of this. Dear Pamela, I am not your professor, so there is no professional ethics between us. I will explain psychology or psychology to you at length. Behavioral logic is very boring, I thought we could do something more interesting.
So here comes the question, is the other party really hinting at her, or is it just an unintentional mistake? Can the price of exploring this problem match her gain?
Wait, what did you want to explore just now?
Pamela's hair stood on end instantly. She stared at Schiller with wide eyes, slammed herself against the back of the sofa, and said with some horror: "I don't like men! ... What happened just now?" The same thing?"
"First tell me what you saw." Schiller said with a smile.
"I..." Pamela pressed herself against the sofa like a piece of Indian flying bread. Her hands squeezed the armrest tightly and she cursed in a low voice: "I have never had any feelings for the opposite sex since I was born. Any fantasy, I usually just..."
"Only receive signals from the same sex?"
Pamela nodded with lingering fear, staring at Schiller without blinking, as wary as a meerkat seeing its natural enemy.
"If you 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. The gap in the statue disappeared, and he was like a sun hanging in the distance. Because it was too far away, there was no threaten.
"What happened?" Pamela couldn't help but turn her head slightly from side to side, as if she wanted to find some chemical agent that would interfere with her, but she knew she couldn't find it. She knew that as long as she wanted to, no toxin could interfere with her perception. .
"What do you think of?" Schiller asked again.
"Some..." Pamela didn't know what to say, but suddenly she froze 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're...your hand..." Pamela kept her slightly frightened expression and froze for about ten seconds before saying: "You are touching someone's body..."
"Yeah?"
Pamela swallowed, looked directly at Schiller and said, "To be precise, it's someone's spleen and pancreas."
Pamela tried hard to move her strong shoulders and arms, and while holding her arms, she said: "Damn it, how on earth did you do this?"
"This is the method I took." Schiller picked up the tea again, took a sip and said: "I only reveal my dangerous characteristics to the selected targets, so that they are attracted to 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 against dangerous elements who like excitement."
"It's so effective." Pamela said in her heart. She took a sip of tea, and then turned to look out the window with Schiller to calm her heart that had been beating wildly since just now.
(End of chapter)
