desensitization therapy

The prolonged bell rang for the end of class ended with the sound of Duan Jiayu collecting books on the podium.

Fang Zhilian sat upright early in the morning and got ready. As soon as the bell rang for the end of get out of class, he sneaked out from the back door and went straight to the third floor.

The atmosphere of the experimental class was indeed different from that of the normal class. Fang Zhilian peeked in through the glass of the back door, and there was still no sound in the classroom. Even the students closest to the back door were lowering their heads to study their questions, and had no time to look up and glance outside the corridor.

Fang Zhilian locked onto Song Feijue's desk on tiptoe, only seeing a straight back.

The desk was clean, only exercise books and stacked papers.

The brown paper bag is gone.

Fang Zhilian had a rare happy weekend, and even accompanied Tang Ting to a ballet class at the Children's Palace on Saturday.Tang Ting was teaching in the dance room, and he was yawning and doing his homework outside the dance room.

After class, Tang Ting didn't even have time to change into her practice clothes, so she rushed out of the dance studio with a few little sisters, and introduced them one by one: "This is my brother!"

"Your brother is so beautiful!" The little girls who looked like white swans cheered together with smiles on their faces.

"He's handsome." Fang Zhilian corrected.

He was very discerning, and bought a bag of yogurt when Tang Ting was out of class, and invited the little girls to drink a bottle, satisfying Tang Ting's little vanity to a great extent.

On the way home, Tang Ting eagerly grabbed Fang Zhilian's hand and asked, "Brother, can you pick me up from school next time?"

Fang Zhilian still used the same rhetoric: "Let's talk about it." Rubbing his neck that was sore from hunched over to do homework, he thought in his heart that he would never come again.

But Fang Zhilian couldn't be happy for too long. On Wednesday, the week before the National Day holiday, the first monthly exam started.

No. [-] Middle School has always been efficient, and the results of all subjects came out on the second day of the exam. This is not over yet, and the monthly exam analysis and summary meeting was held on the same day.

Fang Zhilian turned the handed-out report card upside down on the table, feeling for the first time what real dissatisfaction is.

"The monthly exam questions in No. [-] Middle School will be a little more difficult." Tao Jiaqi, who handed out papers, passed by and said something casually.

Ever since she and You Li started playing together, she was also able to talk to Fang Zhilian or Zhu Wen.It took Fang Zhilian two seconds to realize that Tao Jiaqi seemed to be comforting him secretly.

"I think it's pretty good." Zhu Wen picked up his paper to take a look, and then raised his own comparison generously, "Your math is about [-] points higher than mine."

Fang Zhilian was not comforted.

During the self-study period of the penultimate class in the afternoon, Duan Jiayu began to call people to the office to discuss.

Fang Zhilian was the fifth to be called.

The air conditioner in the office made people drowsy, Fang Zhilian was so sleepy that he wanted to rub his eyes, at this moment he didn't think about the past or the future.

Duan Jiayu's lips opened and closed: "I read your file, and your previous high school grades were very good. In this monthly exam, you should not only consider your grades, but also consider adjusting your mentality and how to deal with the most stressful situations. The next semester and the college entrance examination. The teacher wants to ask you, what do you want to do in the future?"

Isn't it about performance analysis? Fang Zhilian seems to understand, but why does he talk about the future?

Duan Jiayu didn't understand the series of opening remarks just now, Fang Zhilian thought it over carefully, and replied: "I should study abroad in the future..."

This is true. Whether it is Cheng Lei or Fang Huo, they have already planned the most far-sighted choice for his future: to study abroad.

But Duan Jiayu choked.

He originally wanted to start with the future and ideals, and then talk about the majors of the university, and how to study and advance for the goal in the third year of high school, etc.

Duan Jiayu was temporarily stuck and had nothing to say. Fortunately, the door of the office was knocked in time, and he coughed: "Come in."

Pushing down the doorknob, Song Feijue stood outside the door, saying hello to Duan Jiayu politely, but what he was looking for was not Duan Jiayu, but a physics teacher in the same office as Duan Jiayu.

Fang Zhilian saw Song Feijue say something to the physics teacher in a low voice. The physics teacher nodded and began to search.

Duan Jiayu on the other end cleared his throat, and continued to speak earnestly: "Your English scores are good, and studying abroad is a feasible solution, but other subjects..."

Fang Zhilian secretly turned his head to look at Song Feijue, just in time to be caught by Song Feijue who was also looking over.

Song Feijue lowered his eyes and smiled, winking at him.

Fang Zhilian blinked in confusion, he wasn't sure if Song Feijue had heard Duan Jiayu comment on his grades outside the door just now, and the tips of his ears blushed unconsciously.

Fortunately, Song Feijue left after getting the physics paper, leaving Fang Zhilian to continue talking with Duan Jiayu.

Duan Jiayu said a lot more, similar to the fact that even if you don't plan to go abroad for the college entrance examination, you can't give up other subjects.

Fang Zhilian kept nodding, and said politely, "Okay, Teacher Duan."

Compared with Fang Zhilian, Zhu Wen was obviously not so lucky. He was the last one to be called by his name.

Before going to the office, Zhu Wen looked brave and righteous: "Don't wait for me tonight, I don't think I won't be able to get out of the classroom at all."

Fang Zhilian glanced at him: "As for?"

Facts proved that it was true. As for Zhu Wen, who hadn't returned to the classroom until the bell rang 10 minutes after class, Fang Zhilian packed his schoolbag slowly and left by himself.

At this time, almost all those who did not go to evening self-study had already left, and those who did last night self-study stayed obediently in the classroom, and the corridor was empty.

At the corner of the stairs, Song Feijue stood on the highest step, the sun's slanting red light shone on the wall, like Yaohan's light ocher curved wall.

The quiet time was too limited, Fang Zhilian stood there for a while, and called his name anyway.

No one said first whether they wanted to go together, so they went down the stairs side by side.

"Are the soufflé buns delicious?" Fang Zhilian asked.

Song Feijue asked without answering, "Did you buy it from that bakery on Aohe Road?"

Fang Zhilian's attention was diverted: "Have you been there too?"

"Passing by often," Song Feijue rolled his eyes, "Thank you, I like that place very much."

This answer is nothing more than delicious, and there is an additional like.Fang Zhilian smiled unconsciously, with joy in the corners of his eyes and brows, and a little embarrassed: "The first time I ate the souffle buns from that bakery, I was thinking, if leaving Linchuan in the future can make me miss Yes, probably only the soufflé buns from that store."

Song Feijue asked, "Only soufflé buns?"

Fang Zhilian was taken aback for a moment, he slowed down his pace, and replied seriously: "Now there are more than just soufflé buns."

There are still many people, he thought in his heart, those who have become good friends, those who have not yet become good friends, Tang Ting, who loves to shout, can barely be counted as one.

"Actually, I don't dislike Linchuan that much." Fang Zhilian added, trying to cover up, "Maybe it's just that I'm not used to the weather in the north."

Song Feijue didn't pierce him, his eyes were bent into a beautiful arc, and he let out a casual "hmm".

The days became shorter and shorter with the arrival of autumn, the original bright sky and clusters of white clouds were dyed yellow, and the row of sycamore trees along the wall had poked their heads out at some point, and the panorama was falling. Yellow leaves swirl on the ground with the wind.

Fang Zhilian and Song Feijue walked aimlessly along the small stone road outside the fence. He didn't ask Song Feijue where he was going, but he just instinctively wanted to take this road longer.

"How long have you been standing outside the office door?"

"Not long."

Fang Zhilian breathed a sigh of relief, probably because he hadn't heard about his grades.For some reason, he always felt that being heard by Song Feijue was more embarrassing than being heard by Zhuwen Tao Jiaqi.

It may be that Song Feijue's grades are too good, which invisibly makes people feel pressured, Fang Zhilian concluded.

But he was only thankful for a few seconds, and lowered his head even more deeply.

"Actually, I don't know. Every time the topic of future ideals is mentioned, I subconsciously want to avoid it."

"You probably wouldn't do that," Fang Zhilian said in a low voice.

To some extent, even though he didn't want to admit it, Fang Zhilian always felt that he was more like Fang Huo. He didn't inherit Cheng Lei's clever mind and well-organized planning.

For example, when he first came to the No. [-] Middle School as a borrower, on the day when the grades came out, Cheng Lei stared at him for a long time, but finally said nothing.Fang Zhilian would involuntarily think that Cheng Lei was probably very sorry, why he only inherited Fang Huo's pretty face and mediocre life trajectory, and he couldn't go up or down.

This topic started out a little headless, but Song Feijue understood, and he said, "I will."

"meeting?"

"When I first decided to withdraw from the national competition," Song Feijue said, "many people talked about this topic."

"So why did you withdraw from the national competition?" Fang Zhilian asked without thinking.

He regretted it after asking, wished he could bite his tongue and kill himself, and immediately made amends and said, "No..."

Song Feijue didn't seem to care too much.

"Hakuna Matata," he said.

"What do you mean?" Fang Zhilian asked dully.

Song Feijue turned his face away, and the crimson halo poured down, shining on his soft side face, which was so gentle that it was outrageous.He patiently explained: "HakunaMatata, a word in Swahili. All problems can be solved with this word, that is, don't worry."

After a pause, he added, "I'm just like you."

Fang Zhilian looked at Song Feijue in a daze: "Same as me?"

Song Feijue lowered his eyelashes: "I want to leave Linchuan."

He didn't explain anymore, as if letting Fang Zhilian understand, but Fang Zhilian became even more confused.

Suddenly there was a rustling sound in the grass.

Fang Zhilian shrank back subconsciously, but was blocked by Song Feijue: "It's a cat."

Taking a closer look, Fang Zhilian found a yellow and white cat hidden in the grass in front of him. The cat obviously sensed that he had been spotted, and raised his round head, revealing a cluster of inverted crescent-shaped black hair.

The topic just now was interrupted naturally.

"There are actually three colors," Fang Zhilian murmured softly, trying to lower his volume, "Look at its tail."

"It should be the three-flowered cat." Song Feijue said.

The three-colored cat stared at them vigilantly, its spherical golden eyes turned into vertical pupils under the refraction of the light.

"It's so thin, but I didn't bring anything to eat." Fang Zhilian didn't dare to act rashly, and stared at the cat for a while, "Do you think the hair on the top of its head... a bit like Luna."

Song Feijue's expression was a bit inexplicable: "Who is Luna?"

"It's the little black cat in "Sailor Moon", with a tuft of crescent-shaped hair on the top of its head." Fang Zhilian didn't realize what was wrong at all, and described it with gestures, "Have you never seen "Sailor Moon"? Girl Warrior?"

Song Feijue didn't speak, Fang Zhilian looked back strangely, and met his eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

"Why did I watch Sailor Moon?"

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