Why didn't you tell me earlier that my little sister is still waiting for me?

Lin Bufan had just walked out of Zhuge Dasheng's office and was about to take the elevator downstairs when a small hand suddenly grabbed the corner of his clothes. Before he could even turn around, he was pulled into the nearby stairwell by a brute force.

With a "bang", Zhuge Dali pushed Lin Bufan against the wall and stood on tiptoe in an attempt to perform a "wall dong". However, due to the huge height difference, her arms could only barely pass Lin Bufan's shoulders, and her whole body seemed to be hanging on Lin Bufan.

"Sister Dali, what are you doing..." Lin Bufan looked down at the little girl who was trying hard to act like a "domineering president" and almost laughed out loud.

"Shut up!" Zhuge Dali glared at Lin Bufan fiercely, but unfortunately, that baby face only looked cute no matter how fierce he tried to pretend to be.

Perhaps he felt that this was too ambiguous and had no deterrent effect, so Zhuge Dali chose to change his posture.

Zhuge Dali released the hand that was holding Lin Bufan against the wall, took a step back, put his hands on his hips, and asked with his little face raised, "Lin Bufan, tell me the truth, what happened between you and my mother?"

Lin Bufan spread his hands, looking innocent: "What else could it be? Didn't you see everything just now? I'm pursuing your mother."

"You're lying!" Zhuge Dali wrinkled his nose. "My mother is 38 years old this year. How old are you?"

"Age is not a problem, height is not a distance. Sister Dasheng has taken good care of herself. She looks like she's 28. I don't think there's anything wrong with that." After a few words of random talk, Lin Bufan said with a playful look on his face, "Come to think of it, there's an 11-year age difference between me and Sister Dasheng. That's a bit old, but Dali and I are only 9 years apart. I wonder if that's within a reasonable range?"

Zhuge Dali didn't become angry or embarrassed by Lin Bufan's words. Instead, he continued to analyze calmly, "Based on your micro-expressions and body language, you were clearly acting when you said that. And based on my analysis of your behavior, you don't have any genuine feelings of admiration for my mother."

Lin Bufan covered his chest exaggeratedly: "Sister Dali, your words hurt me so much! I am sincere to Sister Dasheng!"

"Your heart rate is not accelerated and your pupils are not dilated. The probability of you lying is as high as 87%." Zhuge Dali pointed out calmly.

"Ah?! You can even see that?" Lin Bufan looked at Zhuge Dali speechlessly: "But what about the remaining 13%?"

"That's the margin of error I leave for unexpected situations," Zhuge Dali explained seriously, "After all, human behavior has a certain degree of randomness."

Lin Bufan finally couldn't help laughing out loud: "Sister Dali, you are so cute! How about this, since you don't believe that I like your mother, then who do you think I like?"

"Based on my long-term observation and analysis of your behavior patterns, the person you like should be me!" Zhuge Dali's tone was as calm as if he was stating a mathematical formula.

It’s not surprising that Zhuge Dali could figure out Lin Bufan, but isn’t his emotion too bland?

How come it's like you're talking about someone else's business?

Even if it's someone else's business, shouldn't you still have some emotional changes?

Zhuge Dali stared intently at Lin Bufan and continued his analysis in a clear and logical manner, "The data shows that you video call me an average of 3.7 times per week, with each call lasting approximately 47 minutes. Your pupils dilate 12% during these calls, a typical sign of pleasure. Secondly, you exhibit obvious peacock-like behavior during video calls, including but not limited to frequently adjusting your hairstyle, adjusting angles to show your profile, and deliberately lowering your voice, among other mating traits."

Listening to Zhuge Dali's analysis, Lin Bufan couldn't help but touch his nose in embarrassment: "Sister Dali, your analysis is like solving a criminal case."

"Don't interrupt my reasoning," Zhuge Dali scolded with a stern face. "The most important thing is that in every video, you deliberately lead the topic to my relationship status. This kind of tentative questioning accounts for a large proportion of courtship behavior—"

"Wait!" Lin Bufan felt that he could not be so passive anymore. How could he, a scumbag who stood tall and proud, be intimidated by Zhuge Dali, a little girl who could only talk big but not do anything?

So, Lin Bufan placed his hands on the wall beside Zhuge Dali's ears, successfully turning the tables and performing a standard wall-dong. "Then according to your theory, what does my current behavior amount to?"

Zhuge Dali remained calm, even taking out a small notebook to record: "138th observation of the sample. The experimental subject exhibited typical territory marking behavior, a common courtship behavior in male mammals."

Lin Bufan: ...

Is this how all top students fall in love?!

Lin Bufan let go of his hand speechlessly. "Hey, Dali sister, why is your love analysis so similar to the commentary in Animal World?"

"Love is essentially a biological behavior driven by hormones." Zhuge Dali closed his notebook. "According to my calculations, the probability of you pursuing my mother is only 2.3%, while the probability of you pursuing me is as high as 89.7%. The remaining 8% is the possibility that you are conducting some kind of social experiment."

Lin Bufan suddenly reached out and rubbed Zhuge Dali's head: "What about the remaining 0.0001%?"

"That's the probability left for aliens to disguise themselves." Zhuge Dali answered seriously, while nimbly dodging Lin Bufan's clutches: "Please don't interfere with my data analysis."

"Okay, okay, I won't interfere." Lin Bufan raised his hands in surrender and lowered his voice, "Then, Detective Zhuge, since you've figured out that I like you, what are you going to do with this 'experimental sample'?"

Zhuge Dali tilted his head and thought for a moment: "According to normal social etiquette, I should clearly express my attitude."

"so?"

"So I've decided to give you a chance to pursue me." Zhuge Dali pulled out a piece of paper from his bag. "This is the 'Suitor Assessment Form' I created. The full score is 100. You need to score 80 or above to be promoted to a trainee boyfriend."

When Lin Bufan heard that he had to get 80 points, he immediately shouted in dissatisfaction: "Why? Why did Zhang Wei pass with 60 points? But I have to get 80 points?"

Zhuge Dali tilted his head slightly, a confused expression on his face: "Who is Zhang Wei?"

Lin Bufan then realized that he had let the cat out of the bag. In this life, Zhuge Dali and Zhang Wei didn't know each other yet.

"Don't worry about who Zhang Wei is. The passing score on a 100-point test is 60. Your 80 is unreasonable!"

Seeing that Lin Bufan didn't explain, Zhuge Dali didn't ask any further questions. "According to normal distribution theory, 60 points is the passing score for a normal assessment. However, considering that your comprehensive conditions far exceed those of ordinary people, the assessment standards have been raised accordingly. This is reasonable."

"Don't think I'll agree to this unreasonable treaty just because you praise me!" Lin Bufan slammed the assessment form against the wall. "This is blatant discrimination! Is it my fault that I'm handsome? Is it my fault that I'm rich? Is it my fault that I'm talented?"

Zhuge Dali calmly reopened his notebook. "In the 139th observation, the subject showed typical narcissistic personality traits, a common display of bluffing by males during courtship."

Lin Bufan continued to argue: "Your 80-point standard is totally unreasonable! The country stipulates that 100 points out of 60 points is a passing score. You are going against national policy!"

Zhuge Dali remained calm and responded, "According to my original plan, I would not consider dating until I was 20. Now that I'm taking the assessment two years early, with a 10-point annual compensation factor, a 20-point increase is reasonable."

Lin Bufan rubbed his chin and thought for a while, then his eyes suddenly lit up: "If I get 70 points this year, does that mean I'm qualified but I have to wait until next year to get a permanent position? If I only get 60 points, I have to wait until I'm 20 to get the job? That's logical, right?"

Zhuge Dali paused his pen on the notebook, a rare hint of hesitation showing. "Although your reasoning is mathematically sound, the emotional assessment isn't simply a matter of accumulating points. According to Chapter 7, Section 3 of 'The Psychology of Love,' relationships require a balance between emotion and rationality. Each suitor only has one opportunity to be assessed. If you think the standards are too high, you can try again next year."

Lin Bufan calculated the time and felt that it would not be a bad idea to take the exam next year. After all, it was almost the New Year!

"Then I'll just take the exam next year. It won't cost me a few days anyway."

Realizing that Lin Bufan had misunderstood, Zhuge Dali took the initiative to explain, "According to our country's laws, age is calculated based on years in full. My birthday is next November, which is 11 months and 11 days away. Are you sure you want to wait until next year to take the exam?"

"What?! Eleven months?!" Lin Bufan exaggeratedly covered his chest with his hands, pretending to be heartbroken. "Sister Dali, you're killing me! If I can't pursue you for eleven months, I'll get lovesick!"

Zhuge Dali calmly opened his notebook and wrote, "Observation 140: The subject exhibited dramatic and exaggerated behavior, a typical symptom of courtship anxiety."

Lin Bufan: ...

Seeing that Zhuge Dali was acting in a completely impartial manner, Lin Bufan had no choice but to analyze the situation calmly!

After some thought, Lin Bufan thought of another question!

"I have one last question!"

Seeing Zhuge Dali nod in affirmation, Lin Bufan continued, "If... I mean if, if I fail the exam with you, can I still go to Aunt Dasheng to retake it?"

Zhuge Dali shrugged and said nonchalantly, "Sure. As long as my mom agrees, I have no problem with that."

I rely on!

Is this the thinking of a top student?

Is the distinction between public and private so clear?

But - I like it!

"That's fine! I'll take the test now!"

"Are you sure?" Zhuge Dali looked at Lin Bufan suspiciously. "According to my data model analysis, your probability of passing the assessment is only 23.7%."

"Oh, Dali sister, you don't understand this, do you?" Lin Bufan smiled and approached Zhuge Dali: "Life is all about having the courage to challenge the impossible! Besides, I'm a genius, so a mere 80 points shouldn't be easy for me, right?"

Zhuge Dali expressionlessly flipped open his notebook. "In the 141st observation, the subjects showed signs of overconfidence, a typical manifestation of the Dunning-Kruger effect."

"What effect?" Lin Bufan held his forehead helplessly. "Sister Dali, could you please stop using these technical terms? Can you speak human language?"

"Simply put," Zhuge Dali closed his notebook, "the more ignorant a person is, the more likely they are to overestimate themselves."

Lin Bufan couldn't bear it any longer: "Oh my god! Sister Dali, are you scolding me?"

"This is a scientific conclusion, not a personal attack." Zhuge Dali continued to explain seriously: "According to research data from Cornell University-"

"Stop, stop, stop!" Lin Bufan quickly interrupted Zhuge Dali: "Let's get back to the assessment. What's on your assessment form?"

Zhuge Dali unfolded the paper. "It's divided into five dimensions: IQ test, EQ assessment, moral character, lifestyle habits, and future development potential. Each dimension has a maximum score of 20 points."

"That's it?" Lin Bufan shook the paper, looking dissatisfied. "Sister Dali, your assessment form is too vague, isn't it? At least give a grading standard! For example, how many points will I get for helping an old lady cross the street? How many points will I lose for spitting on the ground?"

"The specific points added or subtracted will be adjusted dynamically based on the actual situation." After explaining, Zhuge Dali glanced at his watch and said, "It's getting late, and I have a research project to do soon. So, regarding the assessment, I will emphasize one final point."

Lin Bufan immediately pricked up his ears: "You talk, I'm listening."

"You can choose to retake the exam with my mother, but you must complete the entire assessment with me." Zhuge Dali's tone turned serious. "If I find out that you are taking the exams with both places at the same time, your assessment with me will automatically be considered a failure."

Lin Bufan raised two fingers with a serious face. "Sister Dali, my biggest weakness is my extreme focus. I never get distracted. So don't worry, I will definitely focus on your exam and will definitely not be distracted to bother Aunt Dasheng!"

"According to psychological research, overemphasizing something often means the opposite. The more you emphasize focusing, the more you tend to be distracted."

I rely on!

Damn, are you a nitpicker?

Why do you have to argue with every sentence?

Do you think you can do whatever you want just because you are good-looking?

Ok!

If you look good, you can do whatever you want!

"Okay! I'll listen to you. You're younger, so you're right!"

"I'm young?" Zhuge Dali obviously didn't know the joke and asked with a puzzled look on his face, "What do you mean by young? Are you referring to my age?"

"Nothing, nothing!" Lin Bufan waved his hand and changed the subject: "You still have research to do, right? Go quickly and don't waste time!"

At the same time, when Lin Bufan and Zhuge Dali were discussing the "Pursuer Assessment Form", Mi Duo also returned to Lei Yiming's home!

Half an hour after Mi Duo arrived home, Lei Yiming also rushed back. Seeing Mi Duo curled up on the sofa with a look of doomsday, he couldn't help but frown: "My dear, what's wrong with you? I'm at work. If the director can't find me during rounds, he will definitely scold me to death!"

Mi Duo raised her head and said tearfully, "Lei Yiming, I met Lin Bufan!"