Fen Qiao was naturally afraid of failing the course, so he also chose to listen and copy notes like everyone else.

Before this, there were many years of experience left by the senior brothers and sisters, and this "Cultural Philosophy and Cultural Industry" did not distribute handouts in class, and did not delineate the scope of the exam at the end of the semester, relying on the students' memory and class notes.

After only two classes a week, Fen Qiao's big notebook was full of three or four pages, and other classmates only had more than her.

Freshmen, when they first entered the school, they were always full of motivation, and the whole classroom was rustling with the sound of note-taking, and some couldn't keep up, so they turned on the recorder directly.

Ignoring the rigor of the final exam, Professor Jiang's usual teaching style is similar to her temperament. She spoke as softly as water, just talking, but she suddenly stopped.

Fen Qiao looked up, but saw Jiang Han turning around and looking at the people under the podium.

Fen Qiao stopped his pen and was wondering, but he heard Professor Jiang ask everyone in the audience in a gentle voice: "Can you keep up with the notes?" ”

I really can't keep up.

It's not how fast Professor Jiang speaks, but this is a course that requires thorough understanding, and even if you pay full attention, it is difficult to balance between copying all the notes and understanding carefully.

"Then put all the notes away." Professor Jiang's gentle female voice commanded.

Everyone was a little hesitant, everyone looked at each other, and they all knew very well the difficulty of this course, if there were no notes, this course would be hung up eight or nine times out of ten. In previous years, the brothers and sisters didn't say that the professor didn't allow them to copy notes.

"Fen Qiao?"

Professor Jiang glanced at the roll call and called a name.

Fen Qiao was caught off guard by name, closed his notes, and got up from his seat.

There were hundreds of people in the classroom, and under the concentrated gaze of everyone, Fen Qiao felt a sharp ringing in his ears, his palms began to sweat, and the whole person seemed to be stepping on the floating board, accidentally stepping on the air and falling, extremely insecure. Anxious and flustered.

"You also took notes, didn't you?"

"I remember." Fen Qiao's palms began to tremble slightly. The attention of the crowd had a great impact on her, and her long-term depression made her fear of socializing to the extreme.

She clenched the corners of her clothes and forced her hands to stop shaking unconsciously. Fen Qiao's self-esteem is extremely strong, and her pride makes her perfectly hide her strangeness at all times.

"Well......" Professor Jiang pondered for a long time, "please tell me your understanding of the topic I just talked about." I'll also see how well you take notes. ”

This is not a difficult question for Fen Qiao, if Luo Xinxin asks her privately, she can completely say a refreshing answer.

But it's not.

Nearly 100 people behind her focused their eyes on her, and Professor Jiang and the male teaching assistant on the stage also focused their eyes on her. She felt that the answers in her brain had become a blank, and her originally clear thoughts were chaotic at this moment, and even nerves were beating suddenly, shouting wildly in her mind.

She moved the corners of her lips and said a few syllables, but her vocal cords did not make a sound.

Ejaculated. Fen Qiao realized this and became even more flustered. She desperately clasped her fingers in her palms and forced herself to make a sound.

The long silence caused some discussion in the back of the classroom, but Professor Jiang still looked at her with his arms crossed, without urging.

"I think... Cultural industry products are also... Commodity," Fen Qiao finally spoke, with some pause and pause, but she did her best to overcome it, she tried to eliminate all distractions and search for answers in her brain.

"For example, the American cultural industry... At the beginning, it was the road of marketization, and pragmatism was obvious. It uses NAICA to divide into three categories, using its own powerful media organization to penetrate the world. Fen Qiao stumbled to spoke faster and faster, almost no longer thinking, just wanting to pour out everything in her head, and then hurry up to finish.

"As an export-oriented culture, it does not have □□ supervision, does not have too many local characteristics, and its products can cater to the public all over the world, which greatly affects the development and direction of the world's cultural industry."

"That's my understanding." When Fen Qiao said the epilogue, his hands stopped shaking. But if someone touches her palm at this time, they will find that her hands are full of sweat.

"That's right, please take a seat." Jiang Han turned around and returned to the lectern and closed the handout. "Actually, I stopped here to tell everyone that taking notes is not the best way to learn in college."

This student answered my question just now. But each of the students below, can you make sure that you have your own understanding of the content of my course? ”

"Exams are by no means the ultimate goal of Chongwen."

……

Fen Qiao sat down almost mechanically, his brain groggy, as if he had been training for several hours of intermittent swimming, and his legs were weak.

The difference is that after training, although she was tired, she was in a happy mood, and now, she feels that her heart is extremely depressed and her anxiety is unbearable.

It's not the first time she's known that she's a mentally ill person, but there's never been a time like this, longing to be a normal person.

Whether others could see her strangeness or not, she knew very well that what seemed simple to others would take hundreds of times more effort when it was her turn.

She is afraid of the pity, disgust, and complicated gaze of others, and she is afraid that others will see through her and demolish her. This fear became a new source of stress, and the more she tried to pretend to be normal, the more the pressure bound her at all times.

That feeling of powerlessness is like struggling in a swamp, the harder you try, the deeper you get.

……

It was the afternoon, and the number of swimmers in the swimming pool had plummeted, and it was a lot quieter.

In the turbulent training pool, Fen Qiao practiced 8×25 freestyle fast swim alone.

“…… Rushing... Whoop ......"

Touching the wall, turning back, touching the wall, turning back.

I don't know how many sets I practiced, and it wasn't until she was tired that she couldn't go any slower than she heard a voice in a trance.

"Fen Qiao, don't swim anymore, come up and rest for a while!"

Fen Qiao looked up at the shore blankly, through the swimming goggles, her vision was a little unclear, but she still clearly saw Luo Xinxin's worried expression.

Fen Qiao has been practicing in the training pool since the school team disbanded at noon. Luo Xinxin woke up from a nap and found that the training time of the school team had ended, but Fen Qiao had not come back for a long time, and no one answered his mobile phone, so he thought of coming to the swimming pool to have a look.

stood by the pool for a long time, but never saw Fen Qiao rest, and didn't notice her savings at all.

Luo Xinxin felt that Fen Qiao's love seemed to be a little wrong.

"Come up and rest," Luo Xinxin saw Fen Qiao stop and continued to persuade: "Look, the pool is almost gone." ”

Fen Qiao hesitated for a moment, swam to the shore, and climbed ashore.

He was panting for breath when he came ashore, his legs and arms were shaking, and his whole body was wrinkled by the blisters of the pool.

In fact, since the question in the morning class, Fen Qiao has been in a state of self-doubt and self-denial, anxious and anxious.

She had figured out guò exercise to calm herself. Unfortunately, this trick worked most of the time, but today it seems to be out of order. After a strenuous workout, she wasn't in a better mood.

When he walked to the shore to panting, Fen Qiao sat down beside Luo Xinxin.

It was a little cold from the pool, it was okay to stand, as soon as he sat down, his skin touched the cold seat, and Fen Qiao felt a pain in his lower abdomen, which was not unfamiliar, and Fen Qiao's face turned pale.

"What's wrong?" Luo Xinxin saw that Fen Qiao's face was wrong, "Is it because you have been swimming for too long?" ”

"It's okay..."

Luo Xinxin saw Fen Qiao holding his lower abdomen, and suddenly understood. "Anyway, you can't swim, go change your clothes first, and I'll help you go back."

Fen Qiao's menstrual period was advanced.

The tournament is just around the corner, which is not good news for Fenqiao. The members of the Chongwen women's swimming team will take a week off during menstruation and cannot go into the water for a week, which is equivalent to Fenqiao having a week less practice time than others.

Swimming requires consistent practice, and it is even more important to maintain a competitive state before the competition, because if you don't practice for a day, let alone a week, you will regress.

Barely brace your body in the shower room to rinse off and change your clothes. Put on your coat before walking out of the locker room.

Luo Xinxin hurriedly stepped forward in two steps and supported Fen Qiao.

As soon as Fen Qiao came out of the locker room, she felt that Fen Qiao was weak as if she was about to fall to the ground in the next second. The pale skin turned pale, the eyebrows frowned, there was a bit of listlessness in his expression, and there was a bit of sickness in his movements.

Her hair was also rinsed and not dried yet, and she felt a stomachache when she looked at Fen Qiao.

Back in the dormitory, Fen Qiao climbed into bed and lay down directly.

She was wrapped in a quilt and curled up in a ball, facing the direction of the wall. He didn't speak all the time, only heard the sound of breathing, and Luo Xinxin only thought that Fen Qiao was asleep.

The eldest aunt came and did such a strenuous exercise, and on the way back to the dormitory, Fen Qiao also kept holding her stomach, which must have hurt a lot.

Luo Xin thought about it, ran out of the dormitory, ran to the milk tea shop outside the nearest cafeteria, and made a cup of hot brown sugar water.

In front of Fen Qiao's bed, the brown sugar water was still hot, and after testing the temperature, Luo Xinxin stood on tiptoe and called Fen Qiao twice.

Fen Qiao slept in bed, and when he stood on tiptoe, Luo Xinxin realized that Fen Qiao was actually not sleeping, and kept his eyes open, staring blankly at the black screen of the mobile phone in a daze.

Hearing Luo Xinxin's voice, Fen Qiao turned around, only to see the two bottles handed in front of him.

"A bottle of hot water, cover your stomach, a bottle of brown sugar water, it won't hurt if you drink it." Luo Xinxin was about to put something at the head of her bed, and suddenly smiled: "Do you suddenly feel that my boyfriend is MAX?" ”

Girlfriends help make brown sugar water when they have a stomachache, which may not be uncommon in others, but Fenqiao is the first experience in his life.

The corners of her lips moved slightly, looking at Luo Xinxin, she was almost speechless.

She didn't know how to express her inner touch, let Luo Xinxin know. It's like when people send a message to someone they care about, they choose words and sentences in the draft column, write and delete them, but they can't find better words to express their hearts, and they can't send it out for a long time.

She has very few friends, but if it is a friend like Luo Xinxin, it doesn't matter if there is only one.

Seeing that Fen Qiao was silent, Luo Xinxin gently put down the hot water bottle, "Then you can sleep well, I've been in the dormitory, just call me if you want to do something." ”

"Heart!" When Luo Xinxin withdrew her hand, Fen Qiao grabbed her.

"Thank you." The eyes were sincere and focused, and the eyes were as beautiful as obsidian, as if they were talking. The eyes were serious and incomparably pure. Luo Xinxin felt that anyone who taught him to look at it would be as shocked as her.