Ti seed to freeze at this mont, becoming so prolonged.
In reality, only a dozen seconds had passed.
If it’s a matter of composure, no one in this world could surpass Shen You’an.
But this little ga made Shen You’an feel a bit uncomfortable.
She saw Liu Runxi’s mouth twitch slightly, as if forcibly holding back laughter.
Unconsciously, her own mouth twitched as well.
This reminded Shen You’an of a book she read a long ti ago, about how mirror neurons in the brain would mimic the other’s expressions and emotions when both parties are gazing at each other. If one person’s mouth twitches or eyes contain a smile, the other will unconsciously imitate, triggering a chain reaction. This neural "contagion" accelerates the feeling of rapport, creating the illusion of "being of one mind."
This is a dangerous ga.
When alarm bells rang in Shen You’an’s mind, opposite her, Liu Runxi had already lost first.
"I lost."
The young man shrugged helplessly, his usually aloof and indifferent face filled with uncontrollable laughter.
Shen You’an rarely saw Liu Runxi laugh so brightly.
The whole person seed more vibrant and lively, like he had stepped down from an altar, touched by the breath of the mortal world.
No longer an old-headed young person, but a true seventeen-year-old boy.
Shen You’an was "infected" by his laugh and also began to laugh out loud.
"You have to buy breakfast for a month, I want Xu Ji’s buns."
"No problem." The boy replied resolutely.
"It’s very popular, even if you queue at five in the morning, you might not get it."
"Then I’ll go at four."
Shen You’an looked at him seriously.
Liu Runxi touched his nose and suddenly changed the topic, "Is Xiao Rong waking up soon?"
Sure enough, Shen You’an’s attention was shifted, turning to look at Rong Xianning on the bed, and the thought that had just erged in her mind soon slipped away and disappeared completely.
Shen You’an didn’t notice the gaze lightly falling on her from behind.
Liu Runxi had once read a miscellaneous book blended with psychology and neuroscience, containing many classic cases, most of which involved discussions on male-female romantic relationships.
When he was tired from studying, he would read so miscellaneous books to relax, taking this particular book inexplicably from the library.
In the book, experts proposed a ga that can promote breaking the ice or advancing relationships between the opposite sexes.
The eye contact ga.
This little ga has a profound theoretical foundation in psychology and neuroscience, its core chanism deriving from the catalytic effect of eye contact on interpersonal attraction, utilizing the "eight-second rule" and "emotional contagion effect."
Psychological studies have found a positive correlation between the intensity of emotional arousal and mutual gaze in the opposite sexes. Gazing for three seconds triggers curiosity, for five seconds increases dopamine, causing accelerated heartbeat and blushing, and gazing over eight seconds leads to a substantial secretion of phenylethylamine (the love accelerant), creating the impulse of "it must be you." Persisting in not laughing during the ga implies extending the gaze ti, thereby naturally triggering the above physiological reactions and creating conditions for fostering affection.
Liu Runxi was a top student, wondering if this emotional catalysis experint would indeed have an effect?
Previously, he held a skeptical attitude, but when he bought dicine and pushed open the door, seeing Rong Xianning cuddling Shen You’an in her sleep.
He knew he could wait no longer.
So, he chose to take initiative.
Once imrsed in the ga, looking at the pair of eyes that had appeared countless tis in his dreams, he clearly and deeply realized that this little ga predicted by nurous experints was indeed successful.
At five seconds, he felt dopamine secretion in his brain, his heartbeat accelerating, cheeks flushed.
At eight seconds, a large secretion of phenylethylamine, generating strong attraction, unique to love’s impulse.
But Shen You’an’s eyes were too calm and rational, lacking any extra emotions.
Like a bucket of cold water poured over his head, extinguishing all his delight and impulses entirely.
He sensitively noticed Shen You’an started to beco aware, thus decisively ending the ga first.
At the angle where Shen You’an couldn’t see, the teenager’s mouth curved into an elusive smile.
The ga failed, but the real ga was just beginning.
Rong Xianning opened his eyes, consciousness hazy, first sight being Shen You’an’s concerned face.
"An’an..."
His voice was terribly hoarse.
"As long as you still recognize , that’s good."
Shen You’an removed the fever patch from Rong Xianning’s forehead once again asuring the temperature.
"Thirty-seven point eight degrees, thankfully the fever is down."
Shen You’an let out a sigh of relief.
"I had a dream." Rong Xianning spoke weakly.
Shen You’an thought of Rong Xianning’s sleep talk, heart fluttered, asked instinctively: "What did you dream about?"
Rong Xianning’s brows furrowed tightly: "I can’t rember clearly, I only rember one sentence, ’No being unhappy, no being unhappy...’"
The boy mumbled over and over.
He raised a hand to his chest, the heartbeat from the dream carried into reality.
Looking at the face so close now, it gradually rged with the blurry face from the dream, as if so strange connection, his heart beat even more fiercely.
Shen You’an smiled slightly and reached out a hand to his forehead, like a gentle kiss.
"Stop overthinking, relax and keep sleeping."
The girl’s gentle voice felt like a magical lullaby, gradually calming the boy to sleep, her fingertips softly smoothing out his frowning brows.
After the boy’s breathing returned to calm, Shen You’an tucked him in, placed the dicine on the bedside table, and got up to leave the room.
Liu Runxi took a glance at the sleeping Rong Xianning and followed Shen You’an out.
It was already four in the morning by then.
Shen You’an walked over and knocked on the main bedroom door.
Zhou Rong’s grumbling voice ca out.
"In the middle of the night, can’t people get so sleep?"
"Bang" the door was violently opened from the inside, Zhou Rong’s angry face appearing at the door.
"Auntie, Aning’s condition has stabilized; we should leave now."
Zhou Rong nodded with a cold face.
Shen You’an suddenly reached up to touch Zhou Rong’s head.
Zhou Rong was startled: "What are you doing?"
Shen You’an shook his head with a laugh: "Auntie, there’s a spider on your head."
Seeing Shen You’an’s fingers pinching a little spider, Zhou Rong stepped backward in fear.
"Quick, take it away."
"Auntie, we’re leaving then. Rember to remind Aning to take his dicine when he wakes up in the morning; the dicine is on his bedside."
Zhou Rong thought that this girl cared devotedly for Rong Xianning, liking him so much, but she also looked so attractive. Certainly, she couldn’t be a settled person, and if Ningning were with such a girl, she would be the first to object.
Shen You’an closed the door, her gentle smile disappearing instantly.
She released her hold, freeing the little spider.
Walking into the elevator one after the other with Liu Runxi.
While the elevator descended, Shen You’an made a fist with one hand and extended it to Liu Runxi.
"Guess what it is?"
Liu Runxi revealed a perceptive smile: "Hair."
Shen You’an raised an eyebrow and began to slowly open her palm.
Two strands of hair, one short and one long, lay quietly in her fair palm.
"Why bother to search desperately for evidence when there’s a simplest and most effective thod?"
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