[Net King] Under Thirty

The admiration and longing when I was young are maintained by the hormones of adolescence and the unavoidable appreciation and longing for outstanding people.

In the communication of adults, it is more about the instinctive needs of the body and the subconscious response of the cerebral cortex under stress.

Impulsive and calm, fiery and cold, there is a thin line between them.

During the party, King Ni had heard Yagyu complain in a straightforward tone about all kinds of bad consequences brought about by his impulsiveness, from physical to psychological.The orthopedic doctors spent a lot of time complaining about the increasing number of accidents in the hospital year by year, from falls, bruises, fights, to accidental deaths, completely missing the point.

"...I don't understand what this has to do with you." After complaining for a whole paragraph, Niwang answered coolly, "Aren't you from the orthopedics department?"

"Last time there was a minor who was too old and died in the hospital with one body and two lives. When his family members came to make a fuss, Bi Lushi happened to pass by, and he was hit by a fish in the pond." Liu explained softly next to him, "Tie of."

King Ni: "...Puff."

It is said that after working in the hospital for a long time, you will become cold-blooded, and the joy or sorrow in the world will be like a passing cloud.

Nioh didn't believe this at first, but after hearing too many stories, he felt that it was indeed reasonable to say so.

But life is originally occupied by various accidents, and impulsiveness and temporary adrenaline surge are not the consequences that the brain can control.

Probably society has made the world indifferent, so all emotions outside of indifference are getting out of control.

But at least, the impulsiveness between the two men is not in danger of killing two people.

Thinking of this, Niwang narrowed his eyes slightly.

He was standing in the study of Atobe's residence in Australia, facing the neatly arranged bookshelves.

The two-storey bungalow is really not conspicuous in a country like Australia with a vast land and sparse population, and it is far from the "Buckingham Palace" in Tokyo, but the decoration continues the usual splendor of the Atobe family.

The room on the second floor was converted into a study room with several bookshelves, covering everything from introduction to finance to literature available on the market.

Niwang stopped in his tracks.

Freud's "The Interpretation of Dreams", Cialdini's "Influence", Roland Miller's "Intimate Relations", Adler's "Inferiority and Transcendence", Magnigal's "Self-Control"... …

He reached out and touched the books of these books, quite surprised.

Atobe also read psychology?

King Ren has read all these books, even though he read them as novels.

He probably has a certain degree of ego, has a whole set of self-contained logic and theory, and is skeptical of all psychological behavior analysis.After all, he himself can do unexpected things on a whim at any time.

His criterion for weighing is never "important" and "unimportant", but "want" and "don't want".

From this point of view, he should be an idealist, but in fact he is not.

A person who regards doing math problems as a way to relieve stress can see from his acumen in natural subjects that he is not unmaterialistic.

...Maybe there is no necessary connection?

By the way, the person whose motto is "ride forward and backward on a black and white horse" probably has a little bit of personal experience in philosophy.

When this contradictory person was staring at the bookshelf in a daze, another person who brought him in and did not hesitate to deal with the business first finally finished the business and came over.

Standing behind Niwang, he glanced at the title of the book on the bookshelf at the point of focus of his eyes following Niwang's unfocused eyes.

"You're interested in psychology?" he asked.

"Ah?...That's not true." King Ren replied with a blink of an eye.

He didn't look back, his eyes were still fixed on the spine of the book in front of him, but inexplicably, he thought of theories about "the harm caused by adult impulses".

From his point of view, he doesn't think that the few contacts with Atobe are considered impulsive.

I just don't know from Atobe's point of view...

King Ren didn't speak any more.

The study room is very quiet, and the two people sandwiched between the two bookshelves can even hear each other's breathing that has been lightened.Such an atmosphere is always easy to overthink.

Nioh didn't know why Atobe stood behind him without saying or doing anything.

He wanted to break the atmosphere of silence, but he thought it would be good to stand quietly for a while.

By the way, do he and Atobe have anything in common?

Is it possible that every time I want to find a topic to talk about family life, I can only hold on to the tennis ball, or "remember the past" in an old-fashioned way?

I always feel that "watching the snow together, watching the stars, watching the moon, and talking about life philosophy from poetry and poetry" is not suitable for him and Atobe at all...

Nioh couldn't hold back his laughter.

He was still laughing until the whole person was pushed against the bookshelf, the body temperature was behind him, the wooden bookshelf was in front of him, his upper body was surrounded by two arms, and there was no room to move back and forth, left and right. .

Tilting his head, the tip of his nose brushed against the spine of the book.

The smell of ink and paper mixed with the light aroma of wood lingers on the nose.

Nioh sketched the posture of him and Atobe in his mind, and felt that this scene probably had the effect of coloring after lighting in the movie.

"...What do you want?" Atobe's breath was on the side of the ear, and the voice that came out against the pinna was full of magnetism.

Nioh couldn't move and didn't intend to move, he stared at the few strands of blond hair that he could see out of the corner of his eye, and felt that Atobe's question was unqualified: "Don't you know what I want?"

Another moment of silence.

Then there was a cold snort.

Atobe raised a hand and squeezed Nio's chin.He moved a little further, and the corner of his lips brushed Nio's side face.

Too close.

He used his strength to look into Niwang's smiling eyes with this overly close posture.

Nothing could be seen clearly, not even with his clairvoyance.

With a sneer, Atobe lowered his voice: "Why should I know something that you don't even know?"

"Puff, don't you know that?" King Ni responded without any tension.

He curled his lips in Atobe's oppressive gaze: "Thinking too much will cause premature aging, take it easy, Atobe."

"..."

"It's better to do something than anything else." After struggling in Atobe's arms but not breaking away, Nio simply relaxed his body.He touched his cheek with his backhand: "Do you want to do it?"

"...Go to the room!" Atobe gritted his teeth.