Rong Bing and Ye Jianming distanced themselves from each other.
She stopped trying to start conversations with men.
Even during meals, he would use the excuse of wanting to watch videos to take his plate outside.
Fu Jingchen was listening to music in the store.
Just after seven o'clock, the first batch of twenty selected people arrived one after another.
Rong Bing went to greet her.
Most of these people seemed quite normal, and they all greeted Rong Bing and Ye Jianming.
But a few remained silent, hiding behind the crowd, heads down, fidgeting with their fingers.
The two first asked about the general situation, with Rong Bing in charge of registering the information, while Ye Jianming arranged for everyone to enter the classroom and played light music as Rong Yan had instructed.
Rong Yan arrived at 7:30. She thought she was early, but she didn't expect that all the students had already arrived.
"I'm sorry I'm late," Rong Yan apologized from the podium.
Upon seeing Rong Yan, everyone stood up: "Dr. Song, it really is you."
Then everyone stepped forward, wanting to talk to Rong Yan.
With plenty of time before class, Rong Yan said, "Everyone, please don't stand up, sit down. I'll bring over a chair, and we can speak in turn, okay?"
With so many people asking questions at once, the noise was so loud that I couldn't hear the questions clearly, and I didn't know who to answer first.
"Ye Jianming, please have everyone sit down." Rong Yan asked Ye Jianming to come and help.
The excited students were fairly obedient and all found seats.
Rong Yan moved a stool under the podium and sat in the middle of everyone: "Starting from my right, everyone will speak one by one."
Rong Yan thought that before class, everyone might want to ask about the course content and their own situations. Unexpectedly, the first person asked, "Dr. Song, our whole family likes you very much. We are so lucky to be able to attend your class. You are so beautiful. My mother and my grandmother have both signed up. I hope it will be their turn next time. Or, since I had a class last time, could they attend the next two classes?"
Rong Yan was quite confident in answering pathology questions, but when it came to this kind of question, she was at a loss for words.
She first thanked the stranger and her family for their kindness, then said that the spot was non-transferable.
Before the next person spoke, Rong Yan interjected, "Everyone can use the time before class to ask me questions about psychology, such as emotion management."
Everyone said, "Oh."
But when it was actually their turn to speak, their remarks still had absolutely nothing to do with psychology.
What impressed Rong Yan the most was when a younger girl of similar age asked her, "Sister Rong Yan, I want to know how to make my husband become a loyal dog. I've seen the news about you and President Fu. He loves you so much and is so obedient."
Rong Yan took a sip of water: "Partners should be equal. No one should be the other's loyal dog. If I had to give some advice, it would be four words: put yourself in their shoes. Men need to be tolerant and understanding. It's instinctive for them to consider things from their own perspective. So we always judge each other based on our own subjective thoughts. But we should try to put ourselves in their shoes. When you learn to put yourself in their shoes, you won't have internal conflicts, and your partner will love you more because you consider their perspective."
"For details on how to do it, you can check out my Weibo. I've already written the address on the blackboard." Rong Yan pointed to the blackboard. "This isn't something you can learn in a short time. Take it slow. Actually, there are no tricks to love. Sincerity is the ultimate weapon."
People whispered among themselves, "Indeed, I remember a time when my husband was extremely busy, so busy that he didn't send a single message all day. I thought if he had time to go to the bathroom, he would definitely have time to send a message."
Same here. Aren't people online saying that in this age where we're always on our phones, not contacting you means they don't care about you?
[My husband and I have argued about his delayed replies to messages many times. Sometimes he doesn't reply for a whole day, let alone promptly. It's infuriating!]
【But do you know what? My boyfriend works in construction. I went out with him for a month, and he was really busy from morning till night. He would go to the construction site at six o'clock in the morning and sometimes work until midnight. His meals were irregular. Even when he did eat and go to the bathroom, those were his chances to catch his breath. You expect him to use that time to reply to messages?】
[That makes sense. My husband is a chef. When he's busy, he doesn't even have time to go to the bathroom. When he's not busy, he says his hands shake so much that he can barely hold a cigarette, let alone send a message.]
So, just go and see for yourself, and you'll see that being a man has it pretty tough.
Rong Yan smiled: "It seems that everyone has thought of something more or less. If you put yourself in the other person's shoes, you can understand, right? If he doesn't reply to your messages, then just do your own thing. If it's urgent, just call. Women like to chat, while men don't. Sometimes we chatter on and on all day without getting to the point. As their closest people, we know how hard they work, so why keep distracting them?"
After listening to Rong Yan's words, everyone actually took out their phones and started typing. Rong Yan could roughly guess what they were writing.
The bell rang at eight o'clock.
Rong Yan clapped her hands: "Time's up. Everyone, stop discussing and go back to your seats. Before the lecture, let's introduce ourselves in the same order as before."
Rong Yan stood on the podium.
A class, from getting to know each other to self-awareness to planning for the next two classes, passed quickly in an hour and a half.
Everyone was chatting and laughing, and the atmosphere was great. Ye Jianming was outside and could hear laughter from time to time. He wondered if these people really had something wrong with themselves.
Or perhaps Rongyan possesses such magic that she can quickly open everyone's hearts.
Rong Bing recorded the class proceedings at the back door.
It was the first time she heard her sister give a lecture, and Rong Yan on the podium was shining brightly.
Rong Bing felt a surge of admiration for Rong Yan, but at the same time, he regretted it even more. How could he have stood out from such an outstanding older sister? If he had clung to her back then, she would at least be a nobody by now.
No wonder so many people like Rong Yan; she truly stands out from the crowd.
After finishing his work, Fu Jingsheng rushed to the coffee shop.
When he arrived, Rong Yan had already started class, so he stood outside and listened in order not to disturb her.
"Old Fu, don't just stand there, come over and chat for a bit." Ye Jianming called Fu Jingsheng away.
"Want a glass of juice? You can try our new product." Ye Jianming had just launched a new product a couple of days ago, but hadn't released it to the public yet. He was thinking of finding people to try it, and since so many people were here today, he might as well give it a shot.
Fu Jingsheng looked at the unidentifiable color of the drink in the glass and instinctively rejected it: "Can this stuff be drunk? It's both red and blue."
"Don't you think the color is beautiful? And the name is even cooler—Electric Angel." Ye Jianming was truly impressed with himself; he had come up with such an explosive name.
But Fu Jingsheng couldn't see any connection between the drink in front of him and electric shocks or angels.
"Try it." Ye Jianming held the bottom of the cup and was about to pour it into Fu Jingsheng's mouth.
The man reluctantly took a sip. It had the fragrance of dragon fruit, the strength of baijiu, and... what other flavors? He couldn't describe them, but they felt very familiar.
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