Fanservice Paradox

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     Pei Tingsong understood Fang Juexia's words almost instantly.

Most people in the world were looking for true love in the vast sea of people every day. They were so paralyzed by the stories that they mistakenly believed that they could love someone for the rest of their life. Everyone thought that they had obtained honey that would never be diluted in a lifetime, but in fact, most of them were inferior cans that would soon expire. After the poisonous industrial chemical was fed mouthfuls, the sweet illusion would dissipate, leaving only the painful sequelae. It would take at least a few months, at most a few years, or even a lifetime.

No one could deny the existence of rational numbers, but compared to the continuous and dense irrational numbers, those discrete points were rarer than meteors.

He suddenly became curious, so he spoke without hesitation.

"Let's say, I'm just making a hypothesis," Pei Tingsong looked into Fang Juexia's eyes and asked, "If you really fell in love with someone one day, what would you do?"

Fang Juexia looked at him silently, his eyes uncontrollably shaking. He was stumped by the question. This question seemed to have been cut out of his life plan since he could remember. He had never thought about the possibility of falling in love with someone, let alone making hypotheses in advance to deduce in his heart.

"I don't know." He finally told the truth, "This hypothesis is meaningless. People are a collection of complex physiological mechanisms. It's difficult for you to control even one of your nerves, let alone …"

Let alone control the emotions of loving someone.

He didn't finish the rest of his sentence. He didn't know why, but he couldn't say anything in the face of Pei Tingsong. He could only swallow his words, shrug, and throw the question back, "What about you?"

"Me?" Pei Tingsong thought for a moment, "Although I haven't seen true love, and I don't want to pursue it. But if it really appears … "

"I won't hide." He raised his eyebrows, "Even if I choose an irrational number, it doesn't matter. I'll treat it as a rational number. It's a bit idealistic, but I feel that some things can be changed by my will. "

Fang Juexia admired his courage. If these words were said by other people, it would be more or less like a moth to a flame, but it seemed different for Pei Tingsong.

"Your mother is the same, using her own will to wait. At least in her heart, she was still holding onto a rational number. Her love is not dead yet. "

Fang Juexia agreed with what he said. In the depths of his mother's heart, that person would always return. But Fang Juexia didn't believe it. "But you've seen it from her. Most of the relationships that fail are failures. You haven't even seen a successful example with your own eyes. Aren't you afraid of stepping into failure? "

In the face of Fang Juexia's questioning, Pei Tingsong seemed very relaxed. "I'm not afraid of failure, nor am I afraid of low probability and scarcity. On the contrary, I really like it. "

He said boldly and straightforwardly, "What I want is the most scarce thing in the world."

Fang Juexia was speechless. They were both the product of failed families, but one was indulgent and only sought freedom, while the other was precise and avoided mistakes. They held diametrically opposite views and had extreme attitudes towards love. But even so, Fang Juexia had to admit that he was convinced by Pei Tingsong.

Pei Tingsong's cell phone suddenly rang, interrupting the game of love views. After he picked up, he simply replied a few words and hung up.

"The boss asked us to go to the company and finish the title song." He stood up and stretched. Fang Juexia also stood up and put the pot of cactus in a safe corner. He picked up the spray bottle and sprayed some water. After observing for a while, he sprayed some more. Then he unexpectedly discovered something. With a tone of surprise, he said to himself, "Is it going to bloom?"