Chapter 255: Emotion Management

Ever since Lin Murong read that book, he went on to read other books about microexpression analysis and various psychology books.

He developed a new hobby, enjoying “Mind Reading.”

For example…

“Lin Murong…”

“Galaxy, from your expression, I can tell you really want to hit me. So, I’m not coming over,” Lin Murong proclaimed, puffing up his proud little chest.

Su Yinhe: “Oh, so you know I want to hit you. You learned all that just to avoid getting hit?”

“Yes,” Lin Murong nodded, then quickly shook his head.

“No, no, that’s not it. Of course, there are other uses, but it’s especially useful here.” Lin Murong had only recently discovered this clever trick.

“Alright, alright, you’re tough.” Su Yinhe saw his smug look every day and really felt like hitting him, but after Lin Murong had learned that microexpression thing, he could instantly tell when she was angry and wanted to hit someone, and he dodged quickly.

Su Yinhe couldn’t catch him.

“Exactly,” Lin Murong puffed up his proud little chest again.

It seemed she needed to pay more attention to managing her expressions.

Su Yinhe stroked her chin, thinking to herself.

If she didn’t manage them, Lin Murong could tell at a glance what she wanted to do.

That wasn’t good for her physical exercise.

Su Yinhe’s method of exercising was, in fact, hitting Lin Murong, hitting Lin Murong, punching Lin Murong, punching Lin Murong, kicking here, kicking there.

The main thing was balance.

Yes, balance.

Chi Yan didn’t have this problem; his expressions were rarely evident.

He often just had no expression.

Even if Lin Murong was good at analyzing, he couldn’t figure it out.

He never knew when Chi Yan was angry or happy.

Well, not true, he did know one thing: when Chi Yan was with Galaxy, showering her with affection, that was when he was happy.

His eyebrows would relax.

His whole demeanor was very relaxed.

Then he’d be the only one unhappy, because he didn’t like being fed affection.

But Galaxy was naughty; knowing he didn’t like it, she did it even more.

And then, he couldn’t beat Galaxy.

Wuuu wuuu wuuu.

He really couldn’t win.

There wasn’t one in the supermarket he could beat.

He was just at the bottom of the food chain.

“Hey, don’t think too much. There are so many things sold in the supermarket that are below you. So you’re not at the bottom,” Su Yinhe comforted him.

“No, are you comparing me, a living person, to those commodities meant to be sold?” Lin Murong looked at her incredulously.

“Sort of.”

“Sort of? How is it sort of? It’s a lot different, okay?” Lin Murong couldn’t fathom how they were similar at all.

They weren’t even the same category.

He was a living being.

“It’s not the same, not the same at all. Galaxy, don’t talk nonsense with your eyes open,” Lin Murong criticized her.

“Don’t? No! I will.” Nobody could stop her.

Could Lin Murong stop her?

Apparently not.

Lin Murong got beaten up again.

Although he now knew how to analyze microexpressions, as long as Su Yinhe genuinely wanted to catch him, Lin Murong still couldn’t escape.

He could only get caught.

“Galaxy, it hurts when you hit me. With this handsome and dashing face of mine, you just go ahead and hit it,” Lin Murong whimpered, holding his cheek.

And it was the kind without tears.

When Lin Murong cried, there were never any tears.

Though it sounded very real, as long as you looked at his face, there was no expression, no tears.

The main thing was just the sound.

“You say that again, say it one more time? See if I won’t hit you again,” Su Yinhe clenched her fist.

Lin Murong carefully observed Su Yinhe’s expression, then nodded very firmly, “You will, definitely will.”

After saying that, Lin Murong dared not speak any longer.

He just didn’t want to get beaten up, what could he do; he was just poor, at the bottom of the food chain. He had sunk to the level of being compared to merchandise that was about to be sold off.

Who could be more miserable than him?

Thinking this, Lin Murong felt like crying again.

Su Yinhe: “…”

Sometimes, it really felt powerless.

Sometimes, it wasn’t that she wanted to hit him, it was just that he was simply asking for it.

It wasn’t her fault.

She had been very patient.

It’s just that he really was such a jerk.

An absolute jerk.

Jerk to the point that you couldn’t help wanting to hit him.

Right, isn’t it?

There was a reason Lin Murong got beaten up every day.

He indeed was miserable, but why was he miserable? Of course, because he was hateful.

A pitiable person must have loathsome qualities.

When Lin Murong once asked the reason, Su Yinhe told him just that.

Lin Murong, shocked, “Jerk? How could I possibly be a jerk? I don’t even know how to write the word ‘jerk’.” So how could that word apply to him?

“Although you can’t write it, you’ve internalized it,” Su Yinhe said, clutching her chest.

Lin Murong: “… Slander, this is pure slander.” He wasn’t that kind of person.

Lin Murong felt indignant.

Then, Su Yinhe beat him up once again.

Only then did she ask him, “Now, do you still think it’s slander?”

While asking, Su Yinhe raised her fist.

Lin Murong: “…” This was a threat, definitely a threat, yet he had to endure this threat.

Lin Murong couldn’t laugh anymore.

It was too sad.

Too brutal. He had never seen Galaxy so brutal.

Lin Murong trembled.

He wondered how Brother Chi could handle it.

But then again, Brother Chi was brutal too, fighting fire with fire?

Lin Murong thought this phrase was quite suitable here.

The two of them, a man and a woman, were both brutal, vicious.

And they teamed up against him.

He wasn’t their son.

They treated him daily like they were disciplining their son.

What was his fault? His only fault was showing up there, disrupting their public display of affection.

But, if he wasn’t there, no one would be around to witness their affection.

Humph, humph, humph.

Lin Murong felt he was quite important in the supermarket after all.

Thinking this, Lin Murong no longer felt like he was at the bottom of the food chain.

He became happy again.

His emotions, quick to come and quick to go.

Lin Murong, having diverse hobbies, each of which he wasn’t very good at but knew a little about.

Lin Murong was a versatile man; this was the real him.

“You… Galaxy, isn’t this just the legendary ‘nonsense literature’?”

When Lin Murong asked, Su Yinhe realized that she had unknowingly spoken her mind.

Lin Murong had seriously listened and responded.

“Yes. Want to learn?” Su Yinhe winked at him.

“No, no, I’m still reading. I’ll develop this hobby next month,” Lin Murong had been really into psychology books lately, although not as obsessed as before.

But he still loved them a lot.

“Wow, even planning for next month, true to our handsome, dashing, and charismatic Lin Murong. Such good planning.”