I wandered aimlessly in the downtown area of New York until one o'clock in the afternoon. After no less than five conversations between men and women, I finally decided to buy a Chinese package and go back to the hotel.
Thank goodness, Rhett left. After I opened the door, I saw the sticky note he stuffed into my room from under the door. I don't want to face Jason Gideon directly anymore. In the last David incident, although I followed the bau team back to the police station and took notes under their questioning.
It doesn't look all that bad, and the bau group isn't a monster that eats bad guys who haven't committed a crime yet. But the meeting at that time was my reaction when I was still in a state of fright after I was kidnapped, and could not be used as an assessment of my usual mental state and risk level as they profiled me. But at times like today it's different, I don't want to run into anyone else.
Although Reid is a genius of academic tyrants, but according to the profile of criminal psychology, he is still a novice and easily soft-hearted, and he is easily deceived by some seemingly inadvertent little things from me.
So tonight I'm leaving New York and heading back to Palo Alto, San Francisco. Maybe I can stop missing so many courses, although the first-year courses in Stanford University's psychology department are still the same basic neurocognitive science and so on, but after all, it's still Stanford, isn't it? Maybe it will touch on something I missed before.
In the neurocognitive science class, I casually flipped through this almost brand new book and walked into the lecture hall with my head buried in it. Then I found a random rear seat and sat down, which should be an inconspicuous corner.
I like to sit in the less conspicuous rear, overlooking the entire classroom, this is my little habit. But what made me laugh and feel uncomfortable was that after I sat down, the girls around me would frequently look back in this direction and whisper to each other.
Looks like a new episode of America's Next Top Model, which aired the day before, made my face even more famous. I pushed on my glasses and smiled back at the girls who were sneaking over one by one. After they met my eyes, they all turned their heads flushed.
"Hi! Are you that model Brian Moss?" A tall white boy who looked completely sunny and athletic, with a basic thick psychology book, sat next to me. "I'm Oli Lee, make friends!" He put down the book and extended his right hand to me.
"Hi hello, just call me Brian, can I call you Ollie?" I almost subconsciously put on a disguised warm smile and replied in a vibrant voice.
"Of course, you can call me whatever you want! As long as you don't give me a bad nickname." Ollie joked, wrinkling his nose and deliberately making a weird appearance.
I looked at his muscles when I saw it, and his appearance was completely different from that of psychology nerds, and said casually: "Oli, you really don't look like a psychology student."
"Hahaha, you don't look like you, right? How can you see nerds who study psychology as models!" Ollie's carefree appearance easily made people feel at ease with him. But with a frizzy appearance, he is actually more suitable to be an educator popular with students than to become a psychiatrist after graduation.
"Oh, you offended most of the classroom with such a sentence." I said with a shush look.
"I watched your latest hard photo shooting process, wow, I dare say that you must have learned very well in psychology! Otherwise, it is difficult for ordinary people to show that kind of partial fetish psychology, which is also reflected in In the hard photo." Ollie was obviously also very close to me because of America's Next Top Model.
In fact, most of the students in the classroom, especially the girls, are curious about me. I could see it in their eyes, but no one dared to approach them easily. Only a nerdy guy like Ollie who doesn't look like a psychology student would rush over without any scruples.
The number of episodes of America's Next Top Model is broadcast once a week, and then only one episode of the challenge is edited and one hard photo shoot, and the process of elimination. So at this time, the second episode is playing, and it is playing to the hard photos of the wedding photos.
Knowing that Ollie doesn't like people who are shy and coy about compliments, I know that I thank him with a smile and thank him for his liking. Then the professor walked into the classroom with the lesson plan, and everyone in the classroom became quiet, and the class finally started.
The chapters in the class are similar to the ones I have learned before, but the professor's explanation is indeed more lively and interesting, and he also gives a lot of practical examples, so that the students can better understand. I pulled out a brand new notebook and started taking notes. It's like preparing for future exams.
Ollie, who was sitting next to me, couldn't hold back the quiet atmosphere in the classroom within ten minutes. Although the professor does speak well, he seems to prefer to do both. He wrote a note and pushed it over.
[Are you gay? I found that your eyes rarely fall on girls. A smile at them is more of a courtesy. ]
I glanced at it and was surprised. I thought Ollie was a very slow man. Shouldn't it be said that he really studied psychology? I turned my head to look at him, shook the note and nodded.
Ollie's eyes seemed to light up, he took the note back from my hand and continued to write.
[Do you have a boyfriend? Will your future career orientation be modelling and fashion? ]
I took it and looked at it and replied: [No. Haven't decided yet. ] handed it back to him.
Ollie seemed a little dejected by the shortness of my reply. But soon he was intrigued, and the note came again.
[Then do you like my type? Or the type of model Chris? He looks so bad boy! add me on facebook? ]
I'm really not sure if Ollie is interested in me or what, he doesn't look like he's interested in boys. I still replied honestly: [I don't have a specific type, and I don't want to have a boyfriend recently. Chris and I are just friends, how do you know he's gay? what is your facebook? ]
After handing it back, a new note soon came over. First a string of his Facebook names, then he wrote: [Alas, then my friend is going to be disappointed. In fact, I'm not a psychology student, but my friend insisted that I come over and ask for your contact information. He studied photography and wanted to get to know you after knowing that you and I were in the same university. I was arrested as a strong man, and I even borrowed books. ]
Well, it turns out that he did not study psychology. I glanced at him helplessly, and was greeted with a smile with eight teeth. Seeing that I am gay, it should be his gay friend. After all, there is actually a subtle feeling between comrades, collectively referred to as gaydar.
Later, in addition to taking notes, I was distracted and chatted with Ollie for a class. It turns out that his friend is graduating this year, and he must have a graduation project for graduation. As a photographer, he needs to shoot a small film for his graduation project. The script has already been linked with a screenwriter who is studying, and it is a gay movie.
His friend was going to play one of the protagonists, but the other protagonist never found a suitable one. Knowing that his friend saw me from America's Next Top Model, he was in the same university as Ollie. So he planned to get the moon first near the water tower.
Oli Lee's friend is William Chow, who is also of Chinese descent. This made me even more of the idea of getting to know him, and soon set a meeting time with Ollie.
After two days,
A cafe on campus where I sat and ordered a mocha. Then, ten minutes before the appointed time with them, I saw Ollie walking over with a not too short Asian youth from a distance.
When they walked up to me, I was fascinated by the book I was reading, so I just raised my coffee cup and motioned for them to take a seat. William's face seemed to turn red all of a sudden, and then slowly faded. Ollie is completely natural.
Then I realized that my posture was a little out of place, maybe it was too arrogant. My actions that seem to care about other people's feelings are actually under my conscious control. If I'm not paying attention, it's easy to ignore whether my actions make the other person uncomfortable. Because sociopaths have a really hard time showing concern for others.
Ollie's nerves didn't notice my attitude, I can understand. But why does William seem to have a deeper affection for me when he notices my unflattering high profile
Is he a masochist constitution? The more he showed a higher posture, the more he liked it in his heart.
"Hi, hello Brian! I'm William Zhou..." William Zhou corrected his expression, said in a very official tone, and reached out to shake my hand. "You can call me William!..." Feeling that he was too flat, he quickly added.
"I've admired my name for a long time." I smiled and closed the book in my hand, sitting up straight. "I heard you want me to appear in your graduation project? If the time is right, I'd love to help you. What's your theme?"
"Ah..." I watched William let out an embarrassed cry while rummaging through his bag, and then took out a script that looked brand new and had just been printed out.
"It's like this..." He rubbed his hands and said, "This gay movie is about a young man in a city whose sexual orientation and hobbies are different from ordinary people... He has always been oppressed by his family until he meets On the other half who fits him perfectly. Very simple content, I just want to ... show my control over the camera and editing ability through this short film."
I raised my eyebrows while holding the script. It seems that I guessed right, William is a masochist constitution. The reason he chose this script was probably because he thought it was like shooting his own autobiography. Coming from a Chinese-American family, not to mention his special sexuality, the sexual orientation that is common among young people in the United States, it is estimated that it is not understood.
"Okay, can I want to read the script? If you guys are busy with other things, I can come back and answer you?" I shook the script and said to him.
"No no no... I have nothing to do. If Ollie is going to class, you should go first? I'll wait here for Brian to finish reading..." William gave Ollie a wink.
The rough Ollie realized that he was annoying. He grinned a few times, picked up his bag and greeted me, turned and left.