In the quiet room, Xiang Haisheng was lying on the sofa, staring at the ceiling quietly.

"I say, Gourd," a slightly flirtatious female voice came from the side, "you haven't spoken to me for two hours and seventeen minutes, is this your secret to watching children?" ”

Wen Qingyu rested his feet on the desk, one hand constantly scrolling through the content on the phone, and the other hand constantly playing with his white hair.

She put on the same leather coat covered with metal decorations again, a pair of skinny jeans underneath, and a pair of black leather high heels, and her toes with red nail polish kept moving in the shoes, dressed like a bad girl.

"I don't know a high school student who dresses like you, although I don't know him for the time being, but at least from this point of view, he is a failure."

The old lady is not a high school student! I'm just growing young, and I'm just a little late, and it has absolutely nothing to do with what flat chest, flat chest, absolutely nothing to do with it!

"Oh? Is it? In fact, it's quite the opposite! She looked at Xiang Haisheng with a smile, with a bit of contempt in her tone, like an unruly bad girl, "Compared to the two old immortal guys in the family, it's still my 'big brother' who is much more intimate, at least he won't take care of everything about me all day long, and beat me with a thick bamboo pole every day." ”

After saying this sentence in good conscience, Wen Qingyu continued to maintain the posture that made her have back pain - there were wheels under the chair, and she had to use strength to maintain her balance.

However, in Xiang Haisheng's eyes, all this is gradually labeled as "rebellious", "bad", and "naïve".

Facts have proved that in addition to mental activities, she still does not lose half a point to Wen Yifan.

"Really? Could it be that you still have feelings for this distant relative of yours that go beyond the blood? Xiang Haisheng smiled and said.

"Hey, what do you mean by 'feelings beyond the bloodline'?" Wen Qingyu gradually narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at him with malicious intent.

"It's nothing, seeing your performance, certain things seem more certain to me." Xiang Haisheng waved his hand.

"I see," Wen Qingyu didn't seem to intend to skip the topic, she slowly took her feet off her seat and sat down in front of Xiang Haisheng, sneering: "What you want to say is, love!" ”

"I didn't say that, it's what you want to say." Xiang Haisheng looked at Wen Qingyu who was close in front of him, and his expression did not appear flustered at all, "Or, is this a manifestation of annoyance and anger after the feelings are exposed?" ”

"Four-eyed boy, it seems that you may not have seen a fist the size of a casserole," Wen Qingyu's right hand clenched and clenched a small fist: "If I go down with this punch, you may die~"

"You might as well talk to me about your so-called 'teacher'," Xiang Haisheng saw this, and slowly put down the newspaper in his hand, looked at Wen Qingyu, who was smiling a little perverted in front of him, and said with a smile: "If it were you, what would you like your love to be like in the future?" ”

Tempting?

Wen Qingyu seemed to be thinking about something on the surface, her slender fingers were still gently tapping at her lips, but in fact, she was already thinking about how to answer in order to be able to add a little help to the teacher's future plans.

So, why don't you say it like this......

"Love?" Wen Qingyu smiled slowly, "Four-eyed boy, do you know what it's like to be cut open by a knife?" ”

She gently pulled open her trouser legs and sleeves, revealing the cobweb-like scars on them, and said with a smile, "Actually, it feels pretty good, and I suggest you try it." ”

"Do you have masochistic tendencies?" Xiang Haisheng was not frightened by these wounds, but smiled slightly, "Normally, people develop a masochistic pattern in order to repair the traumatic memories they encountered in the early years of narcissism, which may also contain some emotions such as low self-esteem, you should want to use self-abuse to show others, what kind of hurt you have suffered, and keep a special way of complaining, I guess you must have had a miserable childhood, isn't it?" ”

"You're really good at psychology! Four-eyed boy. Wen Qingyu pulled down his trouser leg indifferently, "It's just a pity, you guessed wrong, my childhood was very beautiful, but I only love the feeling of pain - it makes me feel empowered." ”

"Then it seems that you are a person who is strong on the outside and soft on the inside, you want to gain strength by hurting others, but you can't hurt others ruthlessly, and you can only be violent to yourself in the end, in a sense, this is a kind to humble character," Xiang Haisheng's smile became even thicker, "In this way, you are also a kind person!" ”

He crossed Erlang's legs, and the smile on his face grew brighter, an expression that thought he could see through everything.

Great, I just need you to think so.

Silently listening to Xiang Haisheng's words, Wen Qingyu showed extreme impatience on the surface, but in fact, he secretly sneered in his heart, how can there be any self-abuse or anything like that, these wounds are actually just the experience left over from training.

"Don't you want to talk to me about love? This kind of arrogant analysis makes me very unhappy. ”

Hearing this, Xiang Haisheng was silent for a while, and then showed an apologetic smile, "I'm sorry, you can continue." ”

"I've read a lot of books about love, and I can almost memorize the plots in romance novels, but unfortunately I haven't found the kind of unforgettable feelings I want." Wen Qingyu chuckled, "Later, in the process of continuous self-examination and cognition, I gradually discovered the love I longed for. ”

"What does your impression of love look like? Xiang Haisheng? She jumped off the table, sat on the sofa on the other side, and said with a smile: "Quiet, soothing, with the years flowing quietly, every inch of affection is frozen in every moment of time, never silent, but needless to say, do you think this is the most perfect love?" ”

"I have to admit that this is indeed the most perfect love that most people remember." Xiang Haisheng did not express his opinion, but pushed his glasses and said.

"It's a pity, due to personal aesthetic differences, I think this kind of relationship is extremely boring," Wen Qingyu said slowly, "In my mind, to love someone, you have to dream with him, I don't want the two to say good morning to each other in the morning, kiss each other goodbye, but look forward to the release of the wanton madness under the neon lights after nightfall; In my opinion, true love should be two people who want to live and die, restrain each other and obsessed with each other. ”

"They are each other's old enemies, but also the people they love the most, and two people want to leave the strongest color in each other's lives, so they choose the most romantic and intense way - hurt."

"Crazy generally hurt each other, divide each other's friends, provoke each other's friends, destroy each other's careers, destroy each other's everything, hurt each other as much as they love; Immersed in this relationship, we can never be together, we can never separate each other, we can only embrace each other, and we can die with each other, this is the most romantic love I can think of. ”

She said the most terrifying words in the calmest voice, and this huge gap gave people a chilling sense of unreality.

"So, are you and Wen Yifan also in this relationship?" Xiang Haisheng obviously didn't believe everything she said, just smiled and joked.

"It's a pity that everything is good at the teacher, but it's too gentle," Wen Qingyu sighed lightly, "Sometimes I quietly fantasize about how good it would be if I was just an ordinary student and the teacher was a serial murderer." If that were the case, he would have kidnapped me, threatened me with his life, and even hurt me, and the end result of all this was that I loved him even more. ”

"Unfortunately, he was too gentle to hurt anyone, and he didn't want to get into conflict with anyone, so I couldn't make him hurt me." Shaking his head helplessly, Wen Qingyu sighed.

In this way, it can be regarded as a layer of cover for the teacher......

"Really?" When Xiang Haisheng heard this, he suddenly laughed, "Stockholm syndrome is a relatively common psychological disorder, and there are three main points that constitute this illness - it poses a threat to life, the kidnapper's kindness is slightly revealed, and all isolation from outside information, if there are no three points, then all the symptoms are just childish fantasies of the parties." ”

"However, have you ever thought about it," without waiting for Wen Qingyu to refute, Xiang Haisheng suddenly said as if he was joking: "Have you ever thought that a seemingly perfect person is likely to be some extremely good murderer in disguise?" ”

Test!

Instantly understood what he meant, Wen Qingyu thought quietly for a moment, then was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "If that's the case, it's great!" ”

"Fantastic?" Xiang Haisheng looked at her with a little puzzlement, in fact, if Wen Qingyu opened his mouth to deny it, instead of fantasizing along this line of thought, then there was no doubt that Wen Yifan's suspicion in his heart would rise rapidly.

Because after the conversation just now, he had already seen that Wen Qingyu was a very fantasical and naïve girl, and in her eyes, she didn't have any concept of respecting her elders for Wen Yifan - even if all this was what the latter wanted him to see.

Therefore, the issues that can make such a person seriously argue must be details that cannot be ignored.

"yes, if that's the case, I'll love the teacher to death! The kind that transcends the ethics of relatives. Wen Qingyu's eyes seemed to shine, "However, you have given me a new idea, I can imagine that he is a serial murderer!" In this way, he is the perfect spouse in my mind! ”

Looking at the girl who was slightly out of step in front of him, Xiang Haisheng smiled and quietly turned off the voice recorder in his pocket - if Wen Yifan's suspicion is aggravated, this pen can also be used as evidence for psychological analysis.

Obviously, noticing the other party's small movements, Wen Qingyu couldn't help but smile contemptuously in his heart - just like that, dare to go against the teacher?

It seems that what the teacher said is very right, this battle between the hunter and the head wolf will be much more boring than imagined.