4.

"Hello."

I politely greeted the senior in front of me, but didn't ask for his name.

"You, hello."

Still a very embarrassed answer.

But instead of the fear or uneasiness of talking to the teacher, there is more distrust.

Of course, if there is a junior sitting in front of you to help you with psychological counseling, it will usually be like this.

I suddenly felt that this psychological counseling might fail, but when Li Xinmu walked out from the side, the strong "pessimistic" aura of the senior in front of me suddenly weakened.

Isn't the younger sister a junior? I'm going to sue you for sexism!

"Ah, senior, let's do a questionnaire here first."

I took the questionnaire in Li Xinmu's hand and pushed it in front of the senior.

This person actually had to take a sneak peek at Li Xinmu before he started to do the questionnaire, and I am now a little worried that this psychological consultation may be successful, and I even don't want to do it a little.

Tsk, keep me pessimistic.

After ten minutes of answering, the senior seemed to have finished.

"Okay, that's it for this return visit, we'll help give this questionnaire to the teacher."

Li Xinmu actually explained to him gently, cough.

Ah, what is that feeling? Why do I feel this way?

It's like an invisible star in the night sky, even if you know it's hanging there, you can't see it.

That's really materialistic.

"Lu Yu, the admission score is tied for the first place in the school."

Li Xinmu was actually late for the start of school, and at that time I was still thinking about how someone could be late in this situation? It turned out to be true, and that's what the first sentence was.

Even my self-introduction was washed away, and I couldn't see it at all.

"I'm a weirdo who likes to eat other people's emotions."

Well, really.

Right now, it's really a weirdo.

In my sight, Li Xinmu was explaining the final matters to the seniors, and the return visit was almost over.

Tsk, this feeling is getting more and more luxuriant, like vines, like poisonous snakes.

Wrapping me around me tighter and tighter.

But I also understand that the questions I am asking about myself here are all for self-comfort, and I am completely unwilling to admit it.

But, I just don't want to admit it, is there anything wrong with that?

"Li Xinmu, what do you think will happen if he loses control of his emotions?"

I stretched out and asked after the senior left. While I'm not sure if that's what I really think, I still spooked myself.

Probably not.

The answer in my heart is a little weak.

"Then control it."

It was still a cold tone, and this reaction made me feel a little relieved.

"Yes."

☆

On the morning after the return visit, I was in a daze in my daily math class. In this way, what seemed to be an everyday and boring life suddenly changed, like an uninvited guest who broke in.

"Teacher, I want to go to the toilet with Li Xinmu."

I suddenly stood up and said this because my phone was shaking in the belly of the table just now. I turned on my phone while the old man who taught math turned his thin head with thick glasses around, revealing the sadness of his bald head.

What?,And specially @ me.,Who made this post.。

With that in mind, I clicked on a post with a title like "@心理社社长#@心理社副社长#关于学校学生失踪报告".

What kind of strange thing is this?

But after I clicked on it, I saw the name of the publisher, administrator Qin Luo.

This makes me a little serious, although Qin Luo will post a lot on this forum, but as the main administrator, it is really rare to post with his own management account.

And I've already turned off the vibration, although I've heard that Qin Luo is very powerful, can I do this kind of thing?

It's a little scary.

But the seriousness of this does make me a little nervous, although it is just established and somewhat improper, but there are still some things to pay attention to as a psychological society.

Teacher Yuwen is not in school today, and he really has to rely on us at this point in time.

I'm still a little happy with this kind of naming.

I strongly agree with the idea that human happiness is actually chosen.

At this time, I was chosen, right, there are still people who need me, and this feeling is really great.

But wouldn't such a relaxed attitude be a bit inappropriate?

Li Xinmu behind him doesn't seem to have a mobile phone by his side at all, although this will indeed make him concentrate on the class, but it is necessary.

Is she weird, or am I weird?

With a small grumble in my mind, I got up from my seat.

Wow, I stood up abruptly and rubbed the chair on the side of my leg and forced it to slide, although I had pants, it was quite painful, but I didn't care so much.

"Teacher, I want to go to the toilet with Li Xinmu."

Although I didn't mean anything when I said this, I just really wanted to skip a class, phew, take a leave.

But.

After Li Xinmu poked me with a pen behind him.

After the classmates were silent for a while, and then they became uproar directly.

The math teacher's glasses were a little unstable on his face, and the chalk hand did not stop drawing in the air even if he left the blackboard, and he responded with a "Okay" for a long time. After that.

I had already taken Li Xinmu's hand and ran out, leaving the teacher's permission behind.

I've noticed this phrase as well.

What, how can there be a toilet to go to the toilet together, and even if there is, this strange combination of going to the toilet together is too strange!

It's super easy to misunderstand, and it's not even a misunderstanding.

This is what is normally understood in the literal sense, just like there is something hidden. And it was to tell others loudly that Li Xinmu and I definitely didn't ask for leave to go to the toilet!

By the way, it is impossible for the teacher not to know.

But we were let out anyway, albeit before we could respond.

Or is it that the teacher's old head that only has math left does not react for a while, and then looks at our actions and has to just make up for it?

Forget it, what's the point?

Misunderstandings have arisen, what else can be done?

If I could just wait and think about it, maybe there wouldn't be any misunderstanding.

But I'm a little glad that there's an element of enjoyment of my decision. Do you like to drink cute girls and have any mysterious relationships?

Is that so?

I didn't have time to take care of Li Xinmu, who was flushed, and showed her my phone directly. I want to stop the impact of this matter, at least at this time, on Li Xinmu.

"Why did you go to the Light Bunsha?"

Li Xinmu's face slowly turned white, and then he only asked such a sentence.

"How do I know?"

☆

"Hello, Lu Yu."

We were greeted with a delicate face, but in my impression, the owner of this face did not get any good evaluation.

"Gu Jun, senior?"

Originally, it was already strange to ask us to go to the Light Literature Society, but now I think it's even stranger when I see Gu Jun.

There is only Gu Jun alone in the society.

"I've seen it all, right, here's the material I got now."

Gu Jun beckoned us to sit in, and then handed out two documents.

Is it so formal?

And then go straight out what it means, hey!

Forget it, no matter.

Although I have also heard some rumors about Gu Jun, including some secrets of the Light Literature Society or something.

But I'm a little surprised by this fact.

"As you say, it's really getting worse."

Li Xinmu raised her eyebrows.

Fortunately, it's not thanks to you, although I have also had delusions that my condition has deteriorated, but it is really scary to know that I have become like this.

"It's a bit of a hassle."

I now have the information of this senior, and only the teacher knows the name and information on our side.

"Male, 70th class student."

"Well, this kind of thing doesn't need to be introduced."

"Hmph, I want you to take care of it!"

Li Xinmu directly cast a bad look, and I felt a little chilled.

"Forget it, it's okay, it's okay."

"Look here."

Following Li Xinmu's slender fingers, what I saw was a line of small characters.

"Have a history of mental illness"

I couldn't help but read it out, this is a very important place, people who have had a history of medical conditions are more likely to relapse.

Even if it is considered cured, even if it is thought to be back to the level of a normal person, cognition and thinking are all functioning normally. But it will still be lost one day, at a certain moment.

Psychotherapy is like a pillar built with other materials that do not belong to oneself, replacing the original out-of-control spirit and supporting the patient's body.

Crumbling, weak, and vulnerable.

In any case, it is not the original thing, whether it is medication or any other treatment, it is impossible to be perfectly cured.

Moreover, most of the psychology of ordinary people is also sick, and the vast majority of people are not at a perfect level of health.

Just like the blue melancholy in the five-color team, on average, one out of every five people suffers from a relatively serious mental illness, and it affects normal life.

But life still has to go on like this, no matter what, the pace of time is still moving forward.

These places of necrosis remain.

"I didn't expect that."

Li Xinmu withdrew his hand and pressed it under his chin, looking at her, I forgot to think for a while, and for a while I forgot about what psychological society, what patient, and what thing about skipping class.

It's just that I want to take a few looks.

At this moment, my phone rang directly, and it didn't even vibrate.

Hey, it's too much, can't you let me watch it for a few more seconds, Li Xinmu thought about it.

"Hello?"

"South Building Rooftop."