The little girl felt her scalp numb, and she never expected that this would be unfolded.

She frowned and retorted: "It's impossible. I understand the general mental illness. I don't have the corresponding clinical symptoms of mental illness."

Before Meng Lang said that she had mental illness, Zhuge Dali never thought that she would be suspected of having mental illness. She also didn't believe that she would suffer from mental illness. If she hadn't had some understanding of Meng Lang's special profession, she would have suspected that Meng Lang was a liar.

In fact, even Meng Lang himself didn't believe this.

Just now, he was just making a fool of himself, with the purpose of scaring the little girl and letting him retreat.

At this moment, Meng Lang smiled slightly in his heart, but he didn't dare to show anything on his face.

He walked slowly to Zhuge Dali, lowered his head slightly and looked at the little girl with his eyes, activated his skill "fear", and said with an extremely serious expression: "Yes, but don't be afraid, listen to me slowly..."

When Zhuge Dali heard the four words "Don't be afraid", she seemed to see a red light flashing in Meng Lang's eyes as she looked at each other tightly.

Then she felt like she was seen through and she felt chill all over.

Zhuge Dali felt that his soul was desperately warning him that what the other party said was right, and something terrible would happen if he did not listen to the other party's "advice".

After swallowing his saliva, Zhuge Dali calmed down and said, "Meng...Menglang, let me talk about it first, what disease do I have?"

‘Girl, your voice trembled.’ Seeing the effect of fear skills, Meng Lang secretly was secretly happy.

However, he was also afraid that things would be backfired by accident. Although the fear skills of the thriller party Federtic did not have any substantial lethality, even if it was a prank, he could not play too much, so he blinked gently and began to comfort the little girl.

"You don't need to worry too much. Things are not serious. I'll tell you the truth. The civil service I originally did in our company was psychological profile analysis. Yesterday, I got your information and found a copy of it. I found a little problem in it."

Meng Lang took a glass of water and took a sip, then said, "Dali, do you want to hear the part of this psychological profile report that I think is wrong?"

Upon hearing this, Zhuge Dali closed his eyes and took a deep breath. After a while, he opened his eyes and looked directly at Meng Lang's pupils: "I don't have the habit of escaping, please start."

Meng Lang pretended to look at Zhuge Dali with a look of cherishing animals, and said playfully: "First of all, in order to make yourself realize that you have problems, let's do a small test first."

As he said that, he pulled Zhuge Dali's arm through his clothes and took her to the small sofa beside him to signal her to sit down.

Then he came to the little girl and stood still, bent down and looked at her with her eyes.

Zhuge Dali was still staring at Meng Lang's eyes, and saw that Meng Lang took a deep breath first, and then spoke slowly.

"It should be very impolite to stand here and look at you in a condescending way in a one-on-one environment. You should know that in social interaction, you often bring people a hint of identity..." Meng Lang's eyes looked at Zhuge Dali with a little playful look.

"Da Li, my behavior is obviously a bit rude, but I guess you shouldn't feel any disgusting towards me now, and even a little comfort from my looking down. Am I right?"

Meng Lang's expected stinginess did not happen.

Zhuge Dali avoided his gaze and looked straight ahead, but did not mean to avoid his question. He gently opened his red lips and slowly uttered a word: "Yes."

‘Silly girl, I ate a frightened moment in the claustrophobic space. You are still in a palpitations now. Not to mention humans, you will feel that a living mouse appears now!’

Meng Lang looked at Zhuge Dali's little eyes that were trying hard to calm down, but in fact he was already panicked, and his heart was already smiling.

‘I asked you to call me a scumbag yesterday, it’s retribution!’

It will be worth it for the Sai Family to be able to use the simple suspension bridge effect to scare this level of academic master!

Seeing the little girl's panic hidden under her calm appearance, Meng Lang did not hold on to her and made further teasing.

After all, if you are angry with others, you are despicable and teasing the little girl.

If a great devil is to be graceful, it is impossible to be obscene.

Meng Lang raised his fingers to press the door, and took advantage of the opportunity when the little girl was panicked and dared not look at him, and then he raised his hands to his ears in surrender and quickly retreated before the little girl reacted to show that she did not want to take advantage of her.

Immediately afterwards, he moved a chair from the side and sat opposite the little girl under Zhuge Dali's gaze.

Then, Meng Lang said first without waiting for her to ask: "Are you curious about why I am not angry, but also a sense of indescribable satisfaction?"

Zhuge Dali raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, and his eyes looked at Meng Lang finally stopped calming. He asked anxiously: "Why?"

"Because this is also a kind of communication, equal communication." Meng Lang spread his hands and raised his eyebrows and asked a distracted question: "Student Zhuge, you should know about the Scholar Syndrome, right?"

Zhuge Dali immediately nodded and said, "Of course I know! Scholar syndrome savant-syndrome refers to a person who has cognitive impairment but in some aspects he has extraordinary abilities."

"About 10% of people with autism are also Scholar Syndrome, and they are often better than ordinary people in some special tests and are called idiot geniuses."

"Awesome, this kind of knowledge of the minority is well-known, and he is worthy of being a famous SR-level academic master!" Meng Lang clapped his hands to praise Zhuge Dali's proficiency.

"Meng Lang! You know that this is not what I want to hear! Tell me quickly, where is my problem!" Zhuge Dali had already started to go crazy. At this moment, the girl finally completely abandoned her disguise called "calm".

Meng Lang waved his hand as if surrendering: "Okay, since you have thrown away the cold protective shell, then I don't need to sway your appetite anymore."

"But remind you, you should also feel a little bit that you have a little sign of academic syndrome, but it is not serious. Of course, your main problem is not this."

"I don't want to play the vain and real style like a liar in the world to package myself as if I know everything. Now I will tell you my profile process directly. If you think it's right, you will understand." Meng Lang compromised.

"Speak quickly!" Zhuge Dali gave Meng Lang a small look in anger.

"First, you agree to come to a blind date today, which means that at least you think your orientation is the opposite sex, so your aesthetics undoubtedly tend to conform to the public's aesthetic view. Do you admit this?" Meng Lang said seriously.

Zhuge Dali nodded slightly.

"Okay, although you don't usually show off, judging from your outfit and tone, I judge that at least from your perspective, you think you are a beauty, right?"

"Is there any problem with this?" Zhuge Dali thought.

"The problem is very big. With your intelligence and vision, you won't be unaware of your big eyes, and you shouldn't be so confused that you think your figure is in line with the current mainstream aesthetics of men."

Meng Lang ignored the little girl's angry eyes and talked happily: "But even so, you still think that you are in line with the category of 'beauty', so the first key message I inferred is that you are not a perfectionist!"

"A very clear logical idea, continue."

"After obtaining the first accurate conclusion, you can compare it with the existing conditions one by one."

"The next point is the second point - since you are not a perfectionist, the rumors about you that are circulating on campus are worth paying attention to."

"Last night I checked it on the campus forum of Jiaotong University. It is rumored that you are not only addicted to learning various knowledge, but also spend time and effort to intern and test. You should know that with your IQ, you can't imagine that you will never engage in these professions of your internship in the future."

"And even if you are willing to spend time studying out of your desire to learn, it cannot explain why you waste time exams. After all, you are not a perfectionist, and the desire to collect should not be strong."

When the old god Meng Lang was throwing out this long-term discussion on the ground, he picked up the water cup next to him and drank it to moisten his throat. He didn't notice the complicated look that Zhuge Dali looked at him when he raised his head to drink water.

"So, to summarize your second point and I got two more clues - you are deliberately wasting your time, and your purpose of learning all kinds of miscellaneous knowledge is not simple."

"So you think my internship is not for learning, but for deliberately wasting time?"

‘I think it’s a ghost. Everyone has this kind of similar quirk. Otaku is not a perfectionist, and he is not a waste of time collecting figures. Whoever stipulates that if he is not a perfectionist, he cannot have a collection hobby?’

Although he was complaining in his heart, Meng Lang nodded with confidence.

"Then why did I waste my time deliberately?" The little girl began to doubt whether she knew her or not.
Chapter completed!