Yu Mo looked at Zhang Wei's direction worriedly and said, "What should I do? I think if Zhang Wei keeps holding on like this, maybe tomorrow will be a new Guan Gu!"

"One Guan Gu is enough for us, and we have to have another one!" Zi Qiao said in horror: "Can we hold two parties a day by then! Dr. Yuan feeds us so much to keep us free and have nothing to do!"

"Zi Qiao, is this your line?"

Dali looked at Zhang Wei's back and looked at Zhang Wei with admiration.

[Da Li: Although I have not known Zhang Wei for a long time and have not a deep understanding of Zhang Wei, at the last proposal party, I slandered Zhang Wei at the door, and Zhang Wei was able to take me to experience the party calmly. What a strong heart this must be. I never made a friend when I was in school, because I always won the first place and used the advantage of being several tens of years younger than that of several years younger and more, and the pride of heaven, which caused them to always have a strong lemon smell when they talk to me.]

Although Zhang Wei gave her the impression of being a strong-willed uncle, Dali did not expect that he could be so strong.

He suffered major blows in money and love one after another. Dali originally speculated that Zhang Wei would choose to be autistic, such as locking himself in the room and drinking milk to think about life.

But Zhang Wei did not do this, but instead considered his friend Guan Gu, tried hard to stand up and continue to spend his money.

Dali sincerely admires Zhang Wei's strong heart in his heart.

"Or why I'll help you look at Zhang Wei."

Dali suggested: "Zhang Wei wants to send the extras to the donations, so I can also ask them about their monthly salary level to complete my social survey."

Yifei doesn’t know what to do now. Everyone else has to stare at Guan Gu or stand in various positions of this party as a field staff to ensure the smooth progress of the party.

When Zhang Wei had something wrong, she couldn't find anyone at the moment, so she had to agree: "Okay, please trouble you, Dali. If Zhang Wei has any problems, call me at any time."

"I understand, Teacher Hu."

Dali held the small notebook in her hand and walked towards Zhang Wei.

Seeing a sister Dali falling from the sky, Zhang Wei was stunned and asked, "Dali, why are you here?"

"Come on social investigation."

Dali waved the notebook in his hand and smiled at Zhang Wei: "Do you mind if I stand next to you and ask the extras questions?"

A beautiful woman took the initiative to stand with her, but Zhang Wei certainly would not refuse: "I don't mind, of course I don't mind! How far is the distance between 38 lines?"

Seeing that Zhang Wei maintained such a good polite demeanor, Dali was quite surprised: "You actually know this?"

"What do you know?"

Zhang Wei scratched the back of his head in wonder. He just wanted to keep a safe distance from a girl who was in a friend.

[Zhang Wei: This is Yifei's very precious student! If something goes wrong when the distance is close, I can't bear the blame!]

Dali thought for a while and said, "American anthropologist Dr. Edward Hall has divided four distances for interpersonal communication. According to the intimacy, it is arranged from low to high, namely public distance, social distance, personal distance, and intimate distance. Our relationship belongs to social distance. This distance needs to be maintained at 1.2 meters to 3.7 meters, which reflects a more formal relationship in official affairs or etiquette.

However, compared to this kind of respectful relationship, our relationship is closer to the personal distance. 46 cm to 122 cm means the distance between friends. It is better for both parties to hold each other's hands, but it is not easy to touch each other's body.

So I think 1.5 meters is suitable for us. Just keep a distance of 1.5 meters."

Zhang Wei's mind was about to explode when he heard this string of brains. He heard Dali say her numbers at the end and responded: "Oh, 1.5 meters, how far is it?"

"It seems that you don't know very well how far the distance represents in reality, so I'll stand."

Dali stood next to Zhang Wei's left side and stood close to him!

A little beauty is right next to her, at close distance!

Zhang Wei took a deep breath, put aside his eyes and did not look at him inappropriately.

Dali took a step to the left, exactly 1.5 meters, retracted his right foot, looked at Zhang Wei and said, "Well, this is 1.5 meters. Two-thirds of the 1.5 meters is 1 meter, which is probably at this position."

Dali took his right foot to the right, and pointed it at a point between the two of them, and smiled at Zhang Wei: "You can also step over and then click it at this point. Remember the extent of your legs moving at this time to form muscle memory, so that even if you don't have a meter distance in your mind, your muscles will measure it for you."

"Is that so magical, I'll try it!"

Zhang Wei stretched his feet over and pointed them at Dali's feet. The two of them leaned against each other's shoes.

Seeing that Zhang Wei stepped on the right point, he retracted his feet vigorously and smiled at Zhang Wei: "Yes, that's it. You can remember the feeling now. If you practice more in the future, your muscles can help you remember that it is more than one meter long."

"Okay, I'll remember it now."

With his legs fixed at two points, Zhang Wei stepped on his legs and leaned back unconsciously.

Dali said: "You don't have to press down your butt like you are stance, and there is no chair behind you for you to sit. Just straighten your back."

“Oh, oh.”

Zhang Wei immediately raised his butt, but he felt uncomfortable when he straightened his waist.

In order to adjust, Zhang Wei pressed the left and right, constantly trying to find the most comfortable posture.

Turning his head, grinning at Dali, "How is it, isn't it? Is there any young of mine?"

Dali nodded, laughed and said, "Yes, it's very good."

After being encouraged by strong force, Zhang Wei became more exciting to do this.

Swinging left and right, like a tumbler. Especially with the grinning mouth on his face and a confident smile—

Hulunbuir Prairie, I'm here!!

Dali saw that Zhang Wei was in good condition now, so he turned his body and sent a text message to Yifei.

[Da Li: Teacher Hu, I have helped Zhang Wei divert his attention. He is in a much better mood now. Don't worry.]

[Yifei: Very good, thank you Dali. I'll invite you to dinner later.]

[Dali: I don’t need to eat. Teacher Hu, I want to borrow an hour to discuss macroeconomics with you.]

【Yifei:...Okay, I will definitely have time.】

Dali tilted his head in confusion. Why could she tell from the text message that Yifei was very reluctant?

"How about it? Do I remember my muscles now? I think it's almost OK."

"It's still early, and it takes a long time for muscles to form memories. I simply say that practice makes perfect, and you're still born now."

"Ah, is that? But I'm so hot, I think I'm almost familiar!"

"It's because you're sweating. Come on, I'll help you wipe it. Your hands can't move, and if you do it manually, it's not standard."

Dali took out a tissue from his pocket and gently wiped away the sweat from Zhang Wei's face.

Zhang Wei's face became hotter and his face turned red: "Thank you Dali, this is the first time a girl has helped me wipe my sweat."

"This is certainly not. When you were born, the nurse who delivered the baby must have helped you sweat."

Dali smiled and said, "Persevere in this action and take a break in one minute."

"Yes! Coach Zhuge!!" Zhang Wei shouted loudly.

"Don't shout so loudly. Have you ever taken out the forty-meter-high knife if you haven't seen it?"
Chapter completed!