Chapter Fifty-One: Women Conquer the World, Men Conquer Women!

Chapter Fifty-One: Women Conquer the World, Men Conquer Women!

“Last time was my fault. I really didn’t mean to—if you’re still angry, once your leg is healed, I’ll stand right there and let you hit me.” Tang Zhong lowered himself, adopting the posture of someone willing to take any punishment, as if he was the meek recipient of whatever she wished to dish out.

Sure enough, Jiao Yuheng praised him enthusiastically, saying, “Nanxin, look at how sensible Tang Zhong is, how broad-minded—since he’s already admitted his mistake, you shouldn’t pursue it any further. You’re acting like a child who hasn’t grown up.”

Jiao Nanxin felt aggrieved deep inside.

Not only was she beaten black and blue, but now this guy was pretending to be weak and pitiful, as if she was the one bullying him. Even her beloved grandfather was speaking up for him—what did he mean by broad-minded and sensible?

If I were the one hitting and he were the one taking the blows, I would happily be broad-minded and sensible too.

No matter what, Jiao Nanxin couldn’t swallow this indignity.

“Who says he must yield? Why should I let him off? Let’s have an honest fight and see who really loses—” Jiao Nanxin said angrily.

“No.” Tang Zhong shook his head, utterly serious. “The teacher said just now, a good man doesn’t fight with a woman. I can’t raise my hand to a woman. Otherwise, I’d be tarnishing the teacher’s reputation. I’d rather not strike back. If you’re angry, come and hit me—don’t feel guilty, it’s what I owe you. Consider it as paying off a debt.”

“I—” Jiao Nanxin clenched the ballpoint pen in her hand so tightly it cracked. She sneered, “Tang Zhong, don’t pretend to be a gentleman—I know you’re not that type. No matter whether you agree or not, we’re fighting this out.”

“Teacher—” Tang Zhong looked helplessly at Director Jiao Yuheng. “Could you speak for me? I really don’t want to fight Nanxin.”

Jiao Yuheng was more than satisfied with Tang Zhong’s response—he couldn’t be happier.

He looked sternly at Jiao Nanxin and said, “Nanxin, I decide this matter. Let’s turn the page and move on. No more pursuing it. If I find out you secretly go looking for trouble with Tang Zhong again, I’ll let your grandmother deal with you.”

Jiao Nanxin felt her blood boiling, her body like a volcano suddenly spewing black smoke, something ready to erupt at any moment—

She clenched her fist, about to retort loudly—

Suddenly, she narrowed her eyes and smiled.

A sweet, charming smile.

She nodded obediently and said, “Understood, sir. I won’t trouble your student again.”

Then she turned to Tang Zhong, extending her small hand proactively. “Come, let’s formally introduce ourselves. I’m Jiao Nanxin, granddaughter of Mr. Jiao Yuheng. Please take care of me in the future, Brother Tang Zhong.”

Tang Zhong stared at her as if he’d seen a ghost, his heart growing uneasy.

If she remained tough and brash, Tang Zhong wouldn’t take her seriously. What was there to fear in a girl who only pouted and sulked?

Her sudden change of tactics, the ‘pretend’ smile and efforts to build rapport—she managed them even better than Tang Zhong himself.

Only now did he realize what kind of little demon he had provoked.

Seeing Tang Zhong slow to take her hand, Jiao Nanxin smiled mischievously and said, “Making a girl wait too long is very inconsiderate.”

Tang Zhong was truly helpless this time.

He took Jiao Nanxin’s smooth, delicate hand and introduced himself, “I’m Tang Zhong.”

Just as he was about to withdraw his hand, Jiao Nanxin’s soft palm suddenly gripped tight.

Tang Zhong was caught off guard—she got the better of him.

This woman’s grip was astonishing, stronger than many men’s, pain shooting through his palm.

Tang Zhong dared not underestimate her, quickly gathering strength to retaliate.

Jiao Yuheng, seated again, couldn’t see their little skirmish under the table.

He beamed at the two young people smiling and introducing themselves, saying, “That’s more like it. I’ve read Tang Zhong’s file—you were born in New Era 219? Lanxin was born in New Era 220, so you’re a year older than Nanxin. Take care of her. Nanxin, you need to temper your personality now. It was fine to be wild before, you were young then. But now you’re at university—if you keep acting up, it won’t be good—hmm, what are you two doing?”

“Nothing,” Jiao Nanxin withdrew her hand a bit awkwardly and said, “Grandpa, can we start the lesson now?”

Tang Zhong smiled and also withdrew his hand.

Thanks to his counterattack, Jiao Nanxin couldn’t withstand it and ended up suffering another small defeat in front of him.

A woman is, after all, a woman. Even a superwoman is still a woman.

When it comes to brute strength, men naturally have the advantage.

“Good. As long as you two aren’t at odds.” Jiao Yuheng nodded. “Previously, I only taught one student each year. This year is special—I’ll teach two. I won’t go over concepts and basics of psychology; your course instructors will cover those. I’ll teach you about psychology’s application in real life, and the analysis and hypotheses of human nature.”

Jiao Yuheng thought for a moment, then said, “Before the official lesson, I’ll pose a question to test your analytical abilities. Since you’re both young, let’s use a scenario relevant to your lives. For example: a boy confesses to a girl, and the girl responds, ‘Why didn’t you say it earlier?’—analyze whether the girl has accepted his feelings.”

“No,” Jiao Nanxin answered first. “From her reply, we can tell she may have liked the boy before, but because of his hesitation and delay, her feelings changed. She might even have a new boyfriend now—so my answer is, she’s rejected him.”

Jiao Yuheng nodded and turned his gaze to Tang Zhong, waiting for his answer.

Tang Zhong thought seriously, then said, “I believe the girl will eventually accept his feelings. First, as Nanxin said, she liked the boy. That’s the prerequisite for being together. Second, the boy might be late, but since she likes him, she’ll give him a chance. Third, her reply, ‘Why didn’t you say it earlier?’ could mean his confession is something she’s long hoped for. Because she waited so long, she complained.”

“Impossible. You’re completely wrong,” Jiao Nanxin interrupted before Jiao Yuheng could speak. “If she were willing to accept him, she’d say ‘yes’ or simply throw herself into his arms—why say that extra sentence? Since she said it, some reason prevents her from accepting him. Women are sentimental but also resolute; she might have liked him for a long time, but once she’s decisive, the boy has no chance.”

“Opponent, I disagree. You said women are sentimental but also resolute. So the premise is sentimentality—while she’s still a ‘girl’ and not yet a ‘woman,’ how could she become so resolute? If she’s quick to move on, how is that sentimental? Does your feelings for a boy last only thirty days?”

“Opponent, your argument is a personal attack. Only I know the duration of my feelings, and I don’t have to explain it to you. Let’s return to the topic—the girl’s heart is kind and soft. She finds it hard to be cruel to the boy she likes. If she really liked him, she wouldn’t say something that could be misunderstood. And girls are reserved; even if she no longer likes him, she won’t want to hurt him, so she answers gently.”

“True, girls are soft-hearted. I agree. It’s hard for girls to reject boys they like—I agree even more. Since they’re soft-hearted and can’t reject those they like, what reason do they have to reject the boy confessing to them? If she rejects him, isn’t that contradictory to being soft-hearted and unable to reject those she likes?”

“Opponent, you’re being unreasonable. If a girl once liked a boy but he delayed confessing, and another boy confessed, she might accept the new boy’s feelings—so when the first boy confesses, isn’t it already too late?”

“You’re the one being unreasonable,” Tang Zhong said. “You’re making assumptions. Why not this scenario: The girl likes the boy for two years, but he never confesses. Because of her parents’ job transfer, her family is moving to another city. Just as she’s about to leave, the boy finally confesses—why wouldn’t she accept? Should distance make lovers part? If so, is that really love?”

Jiao Nanxin slammed her hand on the table and shouted, “Are you the woman, or am I? Do I understand women’s psychology, or do you? As a woman, I have an innate advantage on this question—my answer is, she’ll never accept him. If I were that girl, saying those words would mean I’m not ready to accept his feelings.”

Tang Zhong almost wanted to slam his hand down too and shout, “I’m a woman as well!” But he thought that would be too shocking and might expose his identity, so he simply said, “As a man, I’m one hundred percent sure the boy will find a way to make the girl who secretly liked him accept him. Women conquer the world, men conquer women. It’s instinct.”

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