desensitization therapy

After a weekend, Fang Zhilian's bruised chin finally healed, but the accumulated bruises were still there, a bruise the size of a bottle cap, like a faded iodine stain.

Coincidentally, the location of the bruise is just a little bit lower than the chin, and it can be seen at a glance with a slight normal movement of raising the head.

Fang Zhilian looked in the mirror several times, and finally chose the most suitable posture for raising his head, so that he could not see the bruises, and he would not be too stiff to look stiff.

The phone on the table buzzed and vibrated. Fang Zhilian clicked on it. It was a message from the class group. The English class representative Xu Kang sent homework answers, followed by a string of thank you Brother Xu.

He flipped through the messages a few times, and swiped his finger to the list of group members.

Tao Jiaqi was not in this group.

It has been three days since Fang Zhilian broke Song Feijue and Tao Jiaqi at the door of the love hotel that night.

During this time, no one came to see him.

That night, Fang Zhilian jumped up and ran away. I don't know if Tao Jiaqi recognized him.Fang Zhilian was worried all weekend, but when Monday came, nothing happened.

Tao Jiaqi was as usual.She usually sits in the first row, with a quiet and introverted personality. Fang Zhilian has nothing to do with her, except for a few words when collecting homework.

And Song Feijue was even weirder, smiling at him in the office as if he had never seen him before.

A good student like Tao Jiaqi... Fang Zhilian couldn't figure out what he was trying to figure out.

He didn't tell anyone about this, including Zhu Wen.One is that a girl's reputation cannot be spread rumors, and the other is that the shattered screen and bruised chin told him not to meddle in other people's business.

Fang Zhilian fiddled with the phone twice, looked up in the mirror, and saw Tang Ting standing outside the door for an unknown how long.

The door was quietly opened a crack, and Tang Ting stood in the soft light with a serious expression.

Fang Zhilian looked at her in the mirror: "What are you doing standing outside?"

"Look at my brother's beauty." The seven or eight-year-old child was very straightforward.

"..." Fang Zhilian didn't bother to explain to Tang Ting, and recited it again, "Dinner? Eat first, I'll wait."

Tang Ting nodded, grabbed the doorknob and shook it coquettishly, "Auntie Chang's sweet and sour fish and soft fried tenderloin are delicious."

Fang Zhilian said perfunctorily: "Then go down and eat quickly, it will be gone if it's late."

Tang Ting curled her lips, seeing that Fang Zhilian didn't plan to talk to her anymore, and didn't leave, she was still shaking the doorknob for a while, before asking coyly, "Brother, can you come pick me up from school when you have time? "

"Didn't Aunt Chang pick you up?" Fang Zhilian raised his eyelids, but didn't agree.

Tang Ting's primary school is near her home. Cheng Lei and Tang Ji are busy with work, leaving early and returning late every day. Aunt Chang usually picks her up.

A little girl at this age always likes to fantasize about some things, such as being the real daughter of a wealthy family, or a gentle, good-looking brother who loves her from the sky, and Tang Ting is no exception.

Although this good-looking brother is not gentle at all, and he is far away from doting on his sister.

But the little girl likes to look good at her brother, it's only right and proper.

Tang Ting hid it for a long time, and finally said dawdly: "I said my brother is more handsome than the most handsome boy in our class. My classmates don't believe it. You can pick me up and let them see."

There is really no sense of accomplishment compared to elementary school students, Fang Zhilian is indifferent: "Let's talk."

Tang Ting didn't understand the meaning of refusal, she only thought that Fang Zhilian agreed, and Aunt Chang just happened to call her downstairs for dinner, and when she replied, she bounced downstairs.

Aunt Chang's worried voice was faintly heard downstairs: "Little ancestor, go downstairs slowly, don't fall..."

Fang Zhilian turned his gaze back to the horribly broken screen, put his face on his hands, and sighed.

On Tuesday, Fang Zhilian changed his schedule and arrived at the school half an hour earlier. The school uniform was still not on. The guard already knew him, so he turned a blind eye and let him in.

When I arrived in the classroom, there were not many people here and there, but looking around, the only ones who came were all among the best in the class.

Fang Zhilian felt a little out of place in it, and felt a little ashamed for no reason.

Tao Jiaqi sat in the first row. She has always been a good type of student who studies independently. She is the first to come to the morning self-study, and does not leave until the last period of the evening self-study.

Fang Zhilian paused when he passed her. He unconsciously remembered the gossip that You Li and other girls had accidentally talked about, saying that Tao Jiaqi had been in the experimental class since he entered the freshman year of senior high school. No, I won't come to the regular class either.

Of course, the original words were not like this. The girl said that Tao Jiaqi was arrogant and disdainful to associate with people in ordinary classes.

Although Yuli didn't interrupt at the time, she obviously meant it by default.

Fang Zhilian was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't notice that Tao Jiaqi had stopped writing.

"Is there something wrong?" Tao Jiaqi asked.

"No." Fang Zhilian finally came back to his senses. He hesitated for a while, but didn't leave, and wanted to say something.

Tao Jiaqi had already put down her pen, but without opening her mouth, she leaned on the back of the chair with her arms folded and looked straight at Fang Zhilian.

This is a defensive move.

Fang Zhilian didn't intend to say anything, and simply went back to his seat.

After a while, Tao Jiaqi lowered his head and continued writing the exercise book.

The nib rubbed against the smooth paper, making a rustling sound.

Compared with Tao Jiaqi's self-learning type, Fang Zhilian obviously belongs to the type that cannot learn independently.It was the first time for him to come to school before the start of self-study in the morning. It was rare for him to have nothing to do. He stared at the textbook for a while before feeling sleepy again.

There was still some time before the morning self-study started, Fang Zhilian couldn't read the book, so he just went out through the back door with a thermos in his mouth.

The water room is at the end of the corridor, and the quartz stone sink is full of tea and coffee stains, opening one morning after another without making people drowsy.

Someone entered the water room behind him, but Fang Zhilian didn't pay attention, and carefully cleaned the thermos from inside to outside before taking it to catch the water.

There are two drinking fountains, and one of them was occupied by someone, so he went around to the other one.

However, the cold water device couldn't be pressed down for some reason. Fang Zhilian pressed it a few times, thinking it was broken, and tried to press the hot water device again, but the hot water device was not broken, and almost splashed on the back of his hand.

"Use this one." The person next to him said.

This voice is between the clear and clear juvenile voice and the voice-changing period, and the tone is cold.

Fang Zhilian raised his head reflexively, and met Song Feijue's gaze.

The corners of Song Feijue's mouth were raised, and his eyes were curved into beautiful arcs, showing a friendly gesture.

He had finished catching the water, and casually put the cup on the marble countertop, and consciously turned away to let Fang Zhilian come over.

Fang Zhilian froze in place, and after two seconds, he slowly moved over and said thank you.

What is Tao Jiaqi's picture? Song Feijue's picture looks good, he finally understands a little bit.

"You're welcome." Song Feijue continued to smile, and casually tore open a bag of coffee powder and poured it into a cup.

Fang Zhilian didn't take the water, so he paid attention to Song Feijue's movements from the corner of his eye.The bag of coffee powder was black, as if there was no creamer or sugar cubes in it, which made him frown.

Can this drink?

Song Feijue noticed it, and shook the bag of coffee powder: "Do you want to try it?"

Fang Zhilian rejected Song Feijue's kindness: "No need."

He turned his head, just as he was about to continue receiving water, when a hand stretched out, Fang Zhilian reacted quickly and dodged it all at once.

"What are you doing?" Fang Zhilian took a step back vigilantly.

He glanced around, bright daylight, even if he kills people to silence him, he shouldn't choose now, right?

"Collar." Song Feijue withdrew his hand.

Fang Zhilian lowered his head reflexively, and found that the collar was nestled in, and hurriedly pulled it up: "Oh..."

Song Feijue was thoughtful: "The bruises haven't gone away yet."

Fang Zhilian touched his chin and quickly turned it into a standard angle. He also felt that speaking with his head down was a little imposing, so he decided to make a mistake and raised his head to make it clear: "Student, I am very principled. I should not say what I shouldn't say." would talk nonsense."

He felt that he had implied everything that should be implied, whether it was a young couple on campus who were in love, or whether he couldn't help but look at each other, it had nothing to do with him, an unlucky passerby who accidentally passed by and dropped his jaw.

The discipline inspection teacher has a salary, but he doesn't.

Song Feijue pretended not to understand: "What should I not say?"

Fang Zhilian was stuck.

You will never be able to reason with a person who is pretending to be confused, just like you will never be able to wake up a person who is pretending to be asleep.

After figuring this out, Fang Zhilian didn't intend to insist on explaining it to Song Feijue. He ignored Song Feijue, took the thermos with him, didn't take the water, and hurried away without looking back.

Back in the classroom, Zhu Wen had already arrived, and was sitting in the next aisle. Seeing Fang Zhilian coming back with his thermos in hand, he handed over his own cup very naturally: "Help me get a cup too."

"Go by yourself." Fang Zhilian was annoyed.

He was lying on the table, and the thermos cup he was holding was shaking under the table. It was empty, without even the sound of water.

Still fetching water, Fang Zhilian said in his heart, when he sees Song Feijue now, his heart beats like a drum.

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