desensitization therapy

When Fang Zhilian walked out of the Academic Affairs Office, Zhang Mingzhuo gave him a hard look.

In fact, staring back is not a big deal, at most it is a bit like childish elementary school students rolling their eyes at each other.But Fang Zhilian didn't, as soon as he thought of Song Feijue's ambiguous smile just now, he died down.

Cheng Lei followed behind him, and gently closed the door of the Academic Affairs Office. She also saw Zhang Mingzhuo's malicious stare, but she didn't take it seriously. She just glanced calmly at the end of the empty corridor, He looked away again.

Zhang Mingzhuo who glared over first did not count as winning.The frowning woman behind him pushed him, ignored the curious stares from the probing students in the classroom, and reprimanded him in a tone of hatred: "Just like your father, if you don't make trouble for me for a day, you will feel uncomfortable!"

Fang Zhilian turned his face to the side, and saw Cheng Lei chuckled faintly, it was the kind of understatement of a bystander, and it was fleeting.

However, Cheng Lei quickly stopped her expression and turned to Fang Zhilian.

Fang Zhilian is not tall, just like Fang Huo, only 1.7 meters six.

However, Cheng Lei is 1.7 meters tall, and she is wearing a pair of high heels. Standing in front of Fang Zhilian, there is a sense of scrutiny from above, which makes him feel guilty for no reason.

"We just..." Fang Zhilian tried to explain vaguely.

Zhang Mingzhuo was severely beaten, and Fang Zhilian didn't have much fun in the beating. The two of them could only be called pecking at each other—both of them were injured, but they were not seriously injured.But when the dean and Duan Jiayu asked about the reason for the fight, the two remained silent in unison.

One is to spread rumors casually, and the other is to have no reason at all. In the end, Fang Zhilian admitted indistinctly, saying that it was because Zhang Mingzhuo's hot water was poured on him first.

Zhang Mingzhuo had a clear mind, reluctantly accepted this statement, snorted through his nose, and was slapped on the back of the head by his mother.

According to the school's regulations, Fang Zhilian should be regarded as the party who took the initiative to provoke, and a major demerit should be recorded.But he is a borrower, and his student status is not in Linchuan.Coupled with Fang Zhilian's fair growth, the bruises around the corners of his mouth seemed even more shocking. Compared with Zhang Mingzhuo, who had rough skin and thick flesh and looked like just a broken spectacle lens, he was more like a victim.

Fang Zhilian didn't pay attention to what Cheng Lei said and what solution he proposed. His soul was tied to Song Feijue outside the back door until Song Feijue left.

Fortunately, Cheng Lei didn't seem interested in the reason for his fight. Before Fang Zhilian could figure out what to say, Cheng Lei had already stood still and stretched out a hand.

Fang Zhilian subconsciously shrugged and buried half of his face in the collar of his school uniform.

Cheng Lei paused for a moment with her hand in mid-air, and then landed on the collar of his folded school uniform as if nothing had happened.

"Go to class," Cheng Lei carefully helped him fit his collar before retracting her hand, her tone was flat, "Call me if you have anything to do."

Fang Zhilian returned to the classroom with a sullen face.It happened to be a mathematics class, and Duan Jiayu was still in the Academic Affairs Office, so this class naturally became a self-study class.

They were all on the same floor, even if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they had heard about it. No one was too bored to ask Fang Zhilian what was going on.

Even Zhu Wen rarely talked too much.

Fang Zhilian broke the pot and smashed it, so he stopped pretending to write the paper, and buried his face in his arm, making it clear that he was in a bad mood and should not get close to strangers.

What I actually thought in my heart was: Otherwise, I should stop chasing him.

His nose is a bit sore, who is to blame, anyway, it is definitely not Song Feijue, but Zhang Mingzhuo—forget it, let's not mention this person.

If you have to blame, you can only blame him for inexplicably starting to deliver breakfast like a ghost, blame the soufflé buns, and blame the latte with milk.

Fang Zhilian was thinking irrationally, when someone touched his elbow suddenly, he raised his face belatedly, and faced the thermos in front of him.

"The brown sugar was provided by Tao Jiaqi," You Li turned her head quickly, pushed the thermos cup in front of Fang Zhilian again, and said in a low voice, "I made the water for you. It's hot, you can taste it."

"...Thank you." Fang Zhilian wasn't really thirsty, but he didn't want to disappoint their kindness either.Seeing Yuli turn around, he unscrewed the lid of the cup and took a sip slowly.

Zhu Wen, who had been silent just now, also came over: "How is it?"

"It's a bit..." Strange, Fang Zhilian swallowed it abruptly. Is this the taste of brown sugar?

"Drink more," Zhu Wen seemed a little hesitant to speak, but he still patted Fang Zhilian's shoulder, "Men have such two days every month, I understand. Drink more chrysanthemum tea to clear away the heat .”

After being defeated, Fang Zhilian obediently calmed down for two days. I don't know if it was a coincidence or deliberate, or maybe he was not on the same floor and had no intersection with each other. He never met Song Feijue again.

After a few days of self-examination, Fang Zhilian threw aside the book "How to Conquer a Handsome Boy" and began to think seriously.

If pushing and pulling is an indispensable part of ambiguity and chasing people, then Fang Zhilian has already entered a dead end where there is no way to go. He can only pull, not push.

Fang Zhilian only knows that chasing Song Feijue is to be nice to him, but it's too superficial to ask for warmth. Song Feijue does not lack this kind of cheap and troublesome goodness.

Time slipped into early November, and compared to Fang Zhilian's insignificant troubles, You Li and Tao Jiaqi's troubles were more real.

The monthly exam will be in two weeks.

This monthly exam is the last monthly exam in the last semester of the third year of high school, followed by the final exam in January.After the end of the final exam, the holidays are over, and the second semester of the third year of high school is here.

Maybe winter is easier for people to make up their minds. Fang Zhilian found that more and more people began to arrive at school an hour before the morning self-study, and there were always some people who ignored the get out of class bell and continued to write in their seats during the break or lunch break.

Fang Zhilian was different, he was abbreviated as his name, not mainstream.After thinking for more than a week, I just came up with a result that is loyal to my original intention.

"Why are you all so motivated?" Fang Zhilian sluggishly propped his head to write ghost symbols on the paper during his early self-study, and accidentally said his heart, "And I just want to be an ordinary love brain."

After he finished speaking, he regretted it. Fortunately, Zhu Wen always appeared at the critical moment, making the situation even more embarrassing: "If you are still in love with your brain, someone has to fall in love with you."

You Li didn't hit Fang Zhilian, she just nodded her head pretending to be deep, then turned her head and took a paper on Fang Zhilian's desk: "Oh, love brain. Let me tell you something, there are still two weeks left for the monthly exam. List."

It's over, Fang Zhilian's love brain can't be used for the time being.

At the end of the first class, Fang Zhilian left the classroom with a thermos cup in his hand. In order to avoid encountering unlucky people like Zhang Mingzhuo again, he deliberately went up two floors, and ran to the water room on the fifth floor to fetch water.

The fifth floor of Shiyu Building is mostly the offices of the liberal arts group and multimedia classrooms that are not commonly used.Perhaps because of the approaching winter, the north wind blows away the yellow leaves, and the groves on both sides of the slope look much more bleak.

Overlooking the empty playground from the top of the building, all you can see is a regular red plastic runway.Fang Zhilian stood by the window and watched for a while, imagining what it would be like when the snow covered it.

It is normal for Pingyi to have no snow in winter, and there have been two occasional sleet, but neither is the snow that Fang Zhilian wanted in his heart.

I don't know how long I watched, the steam rising in the thermos gradually dissipated, and Fang Zhilian came back to his senses. When he turned his head, he saw Song Feijue standing behind him at some point.

Eyes intertwined, Song Feijue's voice was smiling, but his eyes had no warmth: "What are you thinking?"

"I wonder when it will snow."

Fang Zhilian answered truthfully. He avoided Song Feijue's frank gaze and tugged at the sleeves of his school uniform at a loss.

"Soon," Song Feijue turned his head to look at him, the expression on his face remained unchanged, "Wait until mid-December."

Fang Zhilian lowered his head and nodded mechanically. The wind in the corridor blew up a small lock of light brown bangs, which fell softly back to his forehead.

The bruise at the corner of the mouth is not too obvious, and if you look closely, you can see a little light blue trace.

"Class is about to begin," Fang Zhilian's voice was scattered in the wind, "I'm leaving first."

He finished speaking in a hurry, regardless of Song Feijue's reaction, he just kept his head buried and walked forward.

"Didn't you say you wanted to chase me?"

Of course Song Feijue wouldn't stop Fang Zhilian, he would just say a word when Fang Zhilian didn't understand why he was running away, and he could put Fang Zhilian back in place.

Fang Zhilian's movements were stiff, like a small unwinding robot, he turned his body joint by joint, and asked with the few remaining thoughts: "Didn't you refuse to promise me..."

Song Feijue didn't answer, he lowered his eyes and looked at Fang Zhilian for a few seconds.

Maybe Song Feijue really has a pair of eyes that are too easy to deceive people. For example, now, Fang Zhilian once again suspects that what he heard is his imagination.

"If you don't agree, don't chase after me," Song Feijue said casually to Fang Zhilian's eyes, "Then I'll think about it."

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