After the first or second class, Man Xiaoli took Wang Xiaotian to the library, saying that he was going to review the content of the teacher's class, and by the way, he checked the recitation of his student handbook.

Wei Wencang left the classroom with them, wanting to hurry to the infirmary while there were no classes in three or four classes.

He is very envious that Wang Xiaotian has a girlfriend who can urge him to study, this kind of life is really envious of single dogs. Meow a cat, think about it this way, there are so many pairs of couples in the school, single dogs are probably already a rare species, right?

He felt very frustrated, single girls, as long as they are not too ugly, there will always be boys chasing them, right? But what about single boys? Will there be girls to confess?

And even if there were, then I'm afraid it's still very good, so good that it's a dazzling existence, and what about him? He's just a poor worm forgotten by everyone, no matter how hard he tries, he's a worm, and he won't become a dragon.

"Even if you are a normal person, there are countless reasons to be sad, right?"

On the way, Wei Wencang saw Ouyang Qing walking towards him.

"I don't have grief now, not because I forgot it, but because I'm still alive, if a person is forever immersed in grief, then what's the difference between being alive and dying?" Ouyang Qing didn't pay attention to the unclear stares cast by others.

His words seemed to have a strange contagion, which quickly resonated with the audience, and many students stopped as if they were receiving the initiation of a holy person.

"Teacher Ouyang......" Wei Wencang was moved.

"Where are you going, are you going back to the dormitory?" Ouyang Qing smiled kindly.

"No, I'll go to the infirmary. ”

"Teacher, come with you. ”

Is it so warm? Such a warm teacher will give me a dozen! Isn't it acting? The people around me couldn't help but think jealously.

Campus infirmary.

"You said you had auditory hallucinations lately, and you felt like a voice was talking to you in your head?" the female doctor flipped through Wei Wencang's medical records.

"Hmm. ”

"Is there anything you're not interested in?"

"Yes. ”

"Are there any emotional barriers, such as indifference to family members?"

"Yes. ”

"Are you often emotionally unstable and like delusions?"

"Yes......" Wei Wencang was a little unsure.

"I don't see a history of psychiatric illness other than your tumor removal records, but your problem seems a bit serious. The female doctor scribbled a few strokes on the paper.

"Could it be—schizophrenia?" Wei Wencang was a little flustered.

"I'm not sure, I may have to go to a big hospital for examination, there is an ambulance in the school, why don't I call someone to take you there now." The female doctor advised.

Wei Wencang hesitated. He didn't want to go to the hospital, he hated that place, and he didn't want his parents to spend money on their own medical treatment, and once they were hospitalized, the cost would reach a horrible number, and he didn't want them to be under more pressure.

"No need. He eventually declined.

"Are you sure you don't?" asked the female doctor.

"Yes. Wei Wencang told a little lie, and took back the medical records and withdrew, but his steps were very slow and heavy.

Ouyang Qing silently followed Wei Wencang to the No. 7 dormitory building, but he was surprised in his heart: Wei Wencang himself didn't seem to know that he had mastered the natural positive energy?

This is not the most bothering doubt, the most puzzling thing is how a depressed person can control positive energy? They are almost all representatives of negative energy, and the positive energy appears in them, just like the combination of cat and mouse.

Therefore, after an objective analysis of the data, An Zaiwen and the others did not believe Ouyang Qing's statement.

Wu Haoming didn't even report it, but he was allowed to collect evidence to find out the reason when he was free, and instructed others not to slack off and to assist in the investigation outside, after all, Zhao Deli's death is an indisputable fact.

"It's fine. Ouyang Qing gave Wei Wencang a reassuring look at the door, "The teacher believes that you are not sick, this is not a disease, there are things in the world that science cannot explain, since you can't escape it, why don't you choose to accept it and take a look?"

Wei Wencang stood in surprise, at this moment, he actually felt something more happier than warmth.

Wednesday was still an unusual day for Wei Wencang.

Secretary Song stood on the rostrum to issue orders, and columns on the playground on behalf of the classes of Fortune College ran up to form a vortex phalanx from the inside out, and a few minutes later, the phalanx spread out to form the Arabic numerals "2016".

This is the first half of the group exercises, and the students of every class in the Fortune Academy are almost compulsorily involved, and unfortunately, Wei Wencang is also among them, although there are 5 people in his class who are lucky not to participate, but it is obvious that the boys can't escape.

The line on the left side of the class was very confused, with 2 boys (Wang Xiaotian and Wei Wencang) in the middle, and the remaining 3 at the end of the line.

This was not specially arranged, but Wei Wencang was inserted in the middle when the team was formed, and he was embarrassed to withdraw to the end, or it didn't matter, Wang Xiaotian didn't want him to be too embarrassed alone, so he took the initiative to line up behind him.

This kind of subtle gesture may not be anything in the eyes of others, but in Wei Wencang's view, it symbolizes the recognition of friendship, he has not had this feeling of being cared for by a so-called friend for a long time, he does not dare to express it, but he is afraid of losing this feeling, afraid of losing this friendship like he once did, he is so suffering from the loss of feelings.

The night came very quickly, and after the group exercise rehearsal, Wei Wencang rested in the dormitory for a while, and after eating, it was dark.

At this time, the class leader Cheng Jiao released a make-up examination notice in the student handbook in the class group:

The results have come out, students below sixty points in the following documents please prepare for the make-up exam, especially emphasized, our class only passed six!

Wei Wencang clicked on the document apprehensively, and at just a glance, he found that all the boys were in the list, and the six who passed were all girls, including Man Xiaoli.

Congratulations everyone, I'm going to take the reexam. Learn *** attached a cheering salute.

+1，+1，+1......

The girls in the group came out one after another to swipe the screen.

My mom, someone is actually 2 points short of a perfect score? Is this a fairy? The business card is Ni Yahong's girl who exposed the first place result.

Immediately followed by a bunch of expressions of worshiping the great god.

I'll go. Wei Wencang looked at Man Xiaoli's No. 1 score of 98 in surprise, and then looked at his own score of 54, and said that the gap between people is really big.

At the same time, he also envied Wang Xiaotian for how he could be with such a girl who studied so well, he and Wang Xiaotian were half a catty, one was 54, the other was 53, but the latter became a winner in life, well, maybe it's too early to say this, but Wei Wencang is really unwilling, why is his fate like this?

"Do you want to change your fate? Do you want to be a winner in life? Do you want to hug left and right and capture the hearts of countless beauties? Accept me! Accept my existence and you will be able to achieve all this!" Ren Faran bubbled in his mind again, and when he opened his mouth, it was an unreliable joke to deceive a three-year-old child.

In fact, he remembered that the original sentence of the following sentence should be "stop dreaming, study hard".

"Okay, okay, I accept it, I believe you exist, okay. Wei Wencang slapped himself on the head irritably.

There was a silence in response, and Ren Faran seemed to dive after speaking.

No, it's drowning, drowning. He thought fiercely.