The book-crossing case happened! The villains all want me to go to jail

In the spacious, bright and solemn auditorium of the school, a thrilling debate was in full swing. Zhao Heng, the speaker of the affirmative side, spoke sharply and had clear opinions. Every word he said was like the sound of gold and stone, full of convincing power and rigorous logic. His confident demeanor and powerful words made the audience nod their heads frequently, with their eyes full of appreciation and admiration.

Xie Xuan'an, on the opposing side, was not to be outdone. His thinking was as quick as lightning, and his rebuttals were precise and sharp. His bright eyes sparkled with wisdom, and every response was clear and to the point. He showed extraordinary talent and magnanimity in this fierce battle of wits.

The theme of this debate is "Does the development of science and technology bring more benefits or more disadvantages to human society?"

Zhao Heng took the lead in launching the attack: "The rapid development of science and technology has brought us unprecedented convenience. From efficient transportation to convenient communications, from breakthroughs in medical technology to the widespread dissemination of educational resources, all are brilliant achievements of scientific and technological progress. Can the opposing debaters deny these tangible benefits?" He looked directly at Xie Xuan'an with a firm gaze, his voice loud and confident, like a huge bell.

Xie Xuanan smiled and responded calmly: "However, we cannot ignore the many hidden dangers brought about by technological development. For example, environmental degradation, excessive consumption of resources, and emotional alienation between people due to over-reliance on virtual communication. May I ask the affirmative side, shouldn't these potential crises arouse our vigilance?"

The debate reached a white-hot stage, with both sides going back and forth and neither side giving in, and the atmosphere was as tense as a taut bowstring.

In this intense debate, their eyes met, and suddenly, they seemed to see a gleam of mutual respect in each other's eyes. Although they were tit-for-tat opponents on the stage, deep down in their hearts, they both had a sincere admiration for each other's talent and wisdom.

Finally, the debate ended with warm applause. Zhao Heng took the initiative to walk towards Xie Xuanan, stretched out his right hand, and said sincerely: "Xie Xuanan, today's debate is really wonderful."

Xie Xuan'an held Zhao Heng's hand and replied with a smile: "You are also very good. I look forward to the opportunity to learn from you next time."

From that day on, the relationship between Xie Xuan'an and Zhao Heng gradually warmed up. They discussed problems together, exchanged experiences together, and became like-minded friends.

One day, Xie Xuan, who was preparing for a debate, received a call from his younger brother Xie Ran.

"Brother, come back soon, our mom is dying!" On the other end of the phone, Xie Ran's voice was tearful, full of despair and helplessness.

Xie Xuan'an's hands trembled slightly, but soon regained his composure. He said goodbye to Zhao Heng in a hurry and rushed to the hospital.

When he arrived at the hospital, his mother was already dying. The ward was filled with sadness, like a heavy haze. Xie Ran knelt beside his mother's bed, tears streaming down his face. Xie Ran was a handsome young man, but at this moment, his eyes were red and swollen due to extreme grief, his hair was messy, and his originally fair face was now bloodless.

"Brother, why did you come just now!" Xie Ran raised his head and looked at Xie Xuan'an with red and swollen eyes, his voice becoming hoarse with anger and sadness.

Xie Xuan walked silently to the bedside and looked at his mother on the bed, but his face was expressionless. His heart seemed to be covered by an invisible layer of ice, and the flow of emotions was blocked there.

Xie Ran stood up angrily and yelled at Xie Xuan: "Brother, Mom is like this, how can you be indifferent? Do you have a heart or not!"

Xie Xuan remained silent, as if all this had nothing to do with him. However, deep in his heart, he was inexplicably entangled and confused.

Xie Ran couldn't hold back any longer and raised his fist to hit Xie Xuan'an: "You cold-blooded person, mom worked so hard to raise us, and you're not sad at all!"

Xie Xuan'an was knocked to the ground, but there was still no ripple in his eyes. But beneath that calm appearance, there was a deep confusion and self-doubt.

Xie Xuan'an is a person who traveled through time and space. He always feels that this world is not so close to him. This place seems to be a painting he painted, familiar yet strange. And his emotional bond with his mother in this world seems so fragile and thin. Coupled with some characteristics of his own personality, he showed unusual indifference when facing his mother's serious illness and even death.

His mother eventually passed away, and Xie Xuan'an remained expressionless at her funeral. But since then, whenever it was late at night, he would often be alone in deep thought, and began to reflect on his own indifference and ruthlessness.

Xie Xuan curled up alone in the corner of the dim room, his mind constantly playing the scene of his mother's death like a slide show, as well as his brother's eyes full of anger and despair. Since his mother left, his inner confusion and anxiety have grown like wild weeds.

He knew that his unusually cold reaction to his mother's illness and death was abnormal. This lack of emotion made him feel like an outsider in this world, as if there was a huge mystery hidden deep in his heart that needed to be solved.

In this endless confusion and pain, the name of psychologist Wen Jing suddenly emerged in Xie Xuan'an's mind. It is said that Wen Jing has superb medical skills and rich experience, and has helped many people who are in psychological difficulties to regain their lives. Xie Xuan'an seemed to have caught a ray of light in the darkness. He eagerly searched for Wen Jing's contact information on WeChat and sent a sincere message for help with trepidation.

Soon, Wen Jing replied to him, and the two agreed on a time and place to meet.

On the appointed day, Xie Xuan got up early from the bed and carefully adjusted his appearance in front of the mirror. Although he was extremely anxious, he still tried to make himself look calmer. With a nervous mood, he came to the psychological room where Wen Jing was, which was a warm and peaceful room.

However, when he was about to raise his hand to knock on the door, he heard Wen Jing's gentle and patient voice from inside. He hesitated for a moment, and his hand stopped in mid-air. Through the half-open door, he saw Wen Jing sitting opposite a young girl, listening attentively to her talk.

The girl's face was flushed with shyness. She lowered her head to fiddle with the corner of her clothes, and raised her eyes to secretly look at Wen Jing, her eyes full of complex emotions. Xie Xuan could clearly feel the girl's inner entanglement and uneasiness, but Wen Jing always maintained a warm smile and focused expression, constantly giving the girl comfort and encouragement.

After a long time, the girl finally stood up, and the haze on her face seemed to have dissipated a lot. She thanked Wen Jing softly and left the room with a trace of nostalgia.

Xie Xuan'an then gently opened the door and walked into the room. Wen Jing greeted him with a smile, his eyes full of understanding and tolerance, as if he could see through every bit of anxiety in his heart.

"Please sit down, don't be nervous, let's talk slowly." Wen Jing's voice was like a gentle breeze in spring, which made Xie Xuan'an's originally tense nerves relax a little.

Xie Xuanan slowly sat on the comfortable sofa, twisted his hands unconsciously, and began to confide his inner confusion and pain to Wen Jing. Wen Jing leaned forward slightly, listened carefully, nodded from time to time to show his understanding, and then began to introduce the psychological test to Xie Xuanan.

"These test questions can help us understand your inner world more deeply and find the root cause of the problem." Wen Jing said, with determination and professionalism in his eyes.

Xie Xuan took a deep breath, nodded, and prepared to embark on this journey of deep exploration of his inner self.

Xie Xuanan sat on the chair opposite Wen Jing, holding the armrests tightly with both hands, his knuckles whitened from exerting too much force. His eyes were fixed on the diagnosis report in Wen Jing's hand, and his heartbeat was particularly clear in the quiet room, and each beat sounded like a heavy hammer hitting a drum.

Wen Jing looked solemn, and his eyes repeatedly scanned the report, as if to confirm the accuracy of every conclusion. He sighed softly, raised his head and looked at Xie Xuan, his eyes full of sympathy and concern.

"Mr. Xie, the results are out. The situation is a bit complicated. I hope you can be mentally prepared." Wen Jing's voice was low and serious.

Xie Xuan'an's body trembled slightly, and he asked in a trembling voice: "Doctor Wen, please tell me directly, I can bear it."