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Chen Xiang was stunned. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info She never thought that Wang Bo would have this kind of disease, xing// addiction, what kind of disease is this? Or how can there be such a disease in this world? People who have this kind of disease have to keep talking to women "that"? If not "that"? Could it be that they will be like those people in Jin Yong's novels who have fallen into some "strange yin//he//happy" people, and they will explode and die?

Chen Xiang shook his head, his mind was wooden, and he felt that his outlook on life and worldview had been turned over all of a sudden.

Wang Bo saw the shock in Chen Xiang's eyes, smiled a little lonely, and continued to say calmly: "There is no good treatment for this disease in the world at present. People who have this disease are usually fine, and they are no different from ordinary people. But once it gets sick, it's very uncomfortable, it's so uncomfortable, I really want to ...... with girls. That one. For example, it's about the same as a drug addict. This is xing addiction, completely involuntary and not controlled by the will at all......"

Next, Wang Bo put to Chen Xiang the symptoms of his past illness, the kind of "pain and not wanting to live", the kind of "powerlessness", the kind of "calling the heavens and the earth not to work, and just wanting to die".

For Chen Xiang, who heard about this disease for the first time, it was naturally incredible and unbelievable at first, and it was full of an indescribable shyness.

But slowly, with Wang Bo's slow and quiet narration, the focus of her attention shifted from the strange disease itself to Wang Bo's head.

Chen Xiang asked, "Wang Bo, are you ...... Did you have this disease since you were a child?"

"Since childhood?" Wang Bo tilted his head, and then pursed his lips and smiled, "How is it possible! This kind of disease requires the development of a person's secondary sexual characteristics to be complete, and it is possible to attack under the stimulation of excessive sex // hormones." This is the material basis, the prerequisite. Elementary school students can't even think about it!"

As soon as he said this, Chen Xiang's face suddenly turned red.

"The first time I felt something was wrong with my body was when I was in high school, my sophomore year of high school. At first, it was very slight, but I just thought, when I see a slightly more beautiful girl, I think, my head is full of thoughts, and everything else, I can't do anything, I can't do anything. Then gradually, the mind began to hallucinate, a vague and hazy environment that wandered between reality and fantasy. Sister Xiangxiang, can you imagine that kind of state? If a person knows his actual situation clearly and unmistakably, he will be constrained by the morality and law of reality, and become well-behaved, polite, sensible, and polite; however, once he does not think that he is in reality, but is only in a state of fantasy, delusion, and dreaming, what will he do? Break the law and discipline? act recklessly? chase beauty and satisfy the surging ****** in his body For other psychopaths, they may be interested in the former, but for those who suffer from xing/addiction, they are not interested in killing and setting fires, they are only interested in beautiful girls.

"Throughout my sophomore year of high school, I struggled with the endless fantasies in my mind and the increasingly turbulent impulses in my body. After the end of my sophomore year of high school, I felt that I was becoming more and more uncontrollable, and if I continued to stay in school, I was afraid that I would hurt a lot of female classmates who liked me and I had a good impression of them, so I took a year off. I was puzzled by the fact that I had taken the top prize in all the preliminary exams in Decheng City, but the top student of Peking University Tsinghua University was suspended in the most important year of the third year of high school. Some people think I'm arrogant and carried away, and some close friends around me, like Zhong Jiahui and Liao Xiaoqing, think I'm trapped by love and want to be a love saint. Of course they all want to get sick, and I won't tell them the real reason. ”

With Wang Bo's narration, the image of a middle school boy who struggled with his illness all the time but couldn't tell anyone around him, including his parents, gradually appeared in Chen Xiang's mind. He was brave, resolute, and lonely, misunderstood, but still unyielding, and despite the erosion of illness, he completed one beautiful song after another, one talented article after another, and one top first-class novel after another. These were all written by him when he was fighting against the disease?! During this period, how much suffering did he endure, and how many tests and tortures that outsiders could never imagine?!

Thinking about it, Chen Xiang began to get excited. She used to feel unfortunate - poor, inferior, and always in a state of insignificance and charity and despised.

However, compared to Wang Bo in front of her, what is that? Although she is poor, at least she is still healthy! At least she does not need to fight against illness all the time!

A maternal brilliance rose in Chen Xiang's chest. She has an impulse to embrace the boy in front of her who looks sunny and always presents herself to everyone, but who has been eroded by illness inside, and comforts him affectionately, so that he can be strong and not despair, she will be with him, even if she can't give substantial help, she will report in the spirit with eternal encouragement.

Wang Bo suddenly smiled, like the sunshine of spring pouring into the room where the curtains were opened, and continued: "Of course, this disease is not entirely a side effect for me, but also has its positive side. While it made me unusually sensitive and active ...... 'that aspect,' it gave me a great development of my thoughts, my emotions, and my imagination, as if a wasteland had been ploughed by an iron plow, and the barrenness and desolation were gone, replaced by a swarthy and fertile land.

"Especially when it comes to the touch of music and words, I'm starting to become unusually acute. It was as if someone had opened my eyes, and I was almost instinctively able to pick the jumping notes that moved me like picking apples, and compose them into one beautiful piece after another on the staff. Able to express the whimsical and unrealistic fantasies in a literary language in a literary language that is relaxed, natural, and profound.

"Then, even I was a little inexplicable, I became a once-in-a-century musical genius, a once-in-a-millennium literary genius, and a super-first-class student who could easily get jaw-dropping and terrifying high scores!

"Perhaps, this is a kind of compensation from God for giving me this sick number. Wang Bo shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile, but there was a lonely look on his face.

"Suffering from such an unspeakable strange disease, once known, it is bound to be disliked and despised, especially in our country where the mind is not very open, for a time, I felt discouraged about my future, and even wanted to die, so as not to harm the world.

But then I looked up the information on the Internet and found that I was not alone. There are many people in this world who have the same disease as me, they are not discouraged, they do not complain, but they are angry and strong, sail against the current, fight against illness and bad luck to the end, and do glorious deeds that most ordinary people cannot do. For example, Elvis Presley, although his private life is unbearable, has left a glorious mark in the history of rock and roll, creating an eternal and immortal monument!

"The deeds of these people gave me endless confidence, and I finally found a reason not to give up and keep living. I think I'm lucky that God hasn't completely given up on me, and I've been sick and given me two or three superhuman talents. These gifts, which are beneficial to all of humanity, are obviously not for me to waste in vain. I need to be like my role models and carry it forward for the benefit of people all over the world. ”

Looking at the boy in front of him who was attacked by the disease, but was still sunny and optimistic, Chen Xiang had a strong urge several times, wanting to hold the boy's head in his arms, wanting to pat his back, but he didn't dare. Eventually, she spoke: "Wang Bo, you are sick, now ...... It's still ...... often Did you have a seizure?"

"Sister Xiangxiang, you want to ask if I was sick when you and Sister Xuexue came in just now, right?" Wang Bo looked at Chen Xiang with a smile and said.

When he said this, Chen Xiang immediately turned red, because she really thought so, and wanted to know if Wang Bo was sick again today, and wanted to ask, but she felt very embarrassed and difficult to speak.

"No, it's not, Wang Bo—" Chen Xiangchang blushed and shook his head.

Wang Bo waved his hand, as if he knew what she was thinking, and interrupted her: "Sister Xiangxiang, don't worry, I didn't get sick today."

"Actually, although I also have that kind of rare strange disease that cannot be cured with current medical technology, I am relatively shallow compared to the deep patients such as Elvis Presley and Chamberlain. They are three hundred and sixty-five days a year, and they can't leave women every day, and if they don't do that, they will go mad and go crazy. I'm fine, most of the time it's just a conflict of thoughts. I really can't stand it, and I can ask my girlfriend to help solve it - of course, she has to suffer a lot.

"Some time ago, a friend asked for a prescription from an old Chinese medicine doctor, saying that it can effectively control this disease. I've been reusing this recipe for this time, and I feel that it's quite effective. As he spoke, Wang Bo picked up the health soup on the coffee table and took a big sip. After drinking the medicine, Wang Bo put down the medicine bowl and continued:

"Sister Xiangxiang, I don't need to explain these words to you, because it is really difficult to speak, and it will damage my image in your hearts. But don't say it, I'm afraid that you and Sister Xuexue will think about it, thinking that I am Chen Shimei, a big pervert, thinking about it, I'll tell you. ”

"Wang Bo, I'm ...... I don't think so......" Chen Xiang blushed and hurriedly defended.

"I really don't think so, Sister Xiangxiang? Unlikely, right? If it were me, I would definitely think that guy was a shameless **** Wang Bo opened his eyes wide, staring at the shy "little rabbit teeth" in front of him with a smile.

"I know, you...... You must have a last resort...... Chen Xiang was anxious and stammered to distinguish .......

"Thank you, Sister Xiangxiang. Thank you for your trust in me, I am very touched. Wang Bo suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed Chen Xiang's small hand resting on his thigh, and patted it gently. The smile on his face disappeared, and his expression was solemn and dignified.

"It's okay, Wang Bo. It's me and Wu Xue today...... Too...... It's too reckless. Chen Xiang and Wang Bo looked at each other, and saw that the boy's eyes were bright and dazzling when they looked at her, which made her a little afraid to look directly. She lowered her head suddenly, and then found that her little hand was caught by the other party at some point, and her hands were gently held.

This was the first intimate contact between her and Wang Bo, and the first time her own hand was grabbed by a member of the opposite sex. Chen Xiang's heart immediately tightened violently, and he instinctively withdrew his hand, pulling his small hands out of the other party's slender and hot big hands.

As soon as she withdrew her hand, she began to regret it again, and felt as if she had overreacted. The next moment, I wanted to stuff my little hand back into the warm palm that made her nostalgic, but I didn't dare, and soon found out what was wrong with me? How could I have the idea of stuffing my hand into Wang Bo's big hand? He has a girlfriend? Moreover, there is also a lover!

Could it be that it was because he learned that the other party had that disease, and his own courage had become bigger? A terrifying thought suddenly poured into Chen Xiang's mind.

Chen Xiang pulled his hand back like a little rabbit, Wang Bo didn't care, and continued: "Where is it that you and Sister Xuexue are reckless, it's me...... We have some of that...... It's ridiculous. It's us who should say I'm sorry. Sister Xiangxiang, I promise you, next time, I will definitely lock the door. ”

"No, it's okay......" Wang Bo's words made Chen Xiang's face flush again, and his little head was buried lower, his fingers crossed, stirring each other, looking extremely shy. AT THIS TIME, WHEN SHE AND WU XUE ENTERED WANG BO'S APARTMENT NOT LONG AGO, THE CLOTHES THAT WERE THROWN EVERYWHERE, THE WHITE BOXER UNDERWEAR OF MICKEY MOUSE, THE SUPPRESSED OR SHARP VOICES HEARD IN HER EARS, WHEEZING, AND THE LOUD "PIAPIAPIA" SLAP SOUNDS, ALL SUDDENLY AND IRREPRESSIBLY SURGED INTO HER MIND.

For a while, Chen Xiang only felt that his heart was like a motor, thump, beating very fast, his palms began to sweat, and his lips seemed to be a little dry.

Chen Xiang's abnormal appearance made Wang Bo a little surprised, and after a little thought, he understood the reason. Wang Bo fixed his eyes on the "little rabbit tooth" that was close at hand, and under the illumination of the indoor light, the beautiful face of the little rabbit tooth was red in the protein, like a layer of blood. The bridge of the girl's nose is small and straight, her small mouth is tightly pursed, her eyes are lowered, her slender eyelashes are constantly shaking, and the eyeballs in her eyelids are also trembling slightly, all of which show the girl's nervousness at this time.