I who pretended to be a bully have feline sequelae

Last night, Song Qiulin went to a veterinarian he knew to find out about the c-period of cats. In addition to the fixed cycle and the attraction of opposite sex hormones, they also have a strong reaction to musk.

While the mall was still open, she went to the perfume shop.

"Do you have any recommendations for musk perfume?"

"Ah, please wait a moment." The clerk turned around and went to choose from the cabinet.

At this time, another woman came out of the break room. Her uniform was different from that of ordinary shop assistants. She was wearing high-heeled shoes, and she was very elegant. She seemed to be familiar with Song Qiulin and came towards her.

Song Qiulin drooped his eyes and spotted her badge. It was the store manager.

"Miss Song, you are here. Is this the same as before?" Her tone was very familiar, as if Song Qiulin was a frequent visitor here.

"You've got the wrong person." Song Qiulin frowned slightly, thinking that he probably confused her with Song Zhou.

She wasn't a twin and naturally she didn't look alike, but some people took the opportunity to be courteous and pretended to be familiar with them.

She herself has no habit of using perfume, and never buys it, so how can she be called a regular customer, so she has already classified the woman in front of her into that category of people.

"Ah." The store manager seemed to realize something, and smiled, "Then what style of perfume do you need, I can recommend it for you."

Song Qiulin felt a strange feeling in his heart, and he was a little resistant to her. He took a step back and said in a cold tone, "No need, someone already helped me get it."

"Okay, I wish you a happy shopping."

The store manager nodded, stepped on high heels and walked towards the clerk who was taking samples from the cabinet, leaned over and said something in her ear, the latter was slightly taken aback and nodded.

Soon she came back with a smile, and put the selected perfume on the table, "These are the perfumes that are all mixed with musk in the store, but because of the protection of wild/wild/animal/animal regulations, our products use all It's artificial musk."

"Yeah." She nodded, and her fingertips passed over several bottles one by one, as if she was picking.

Artificial musk has no side effects on the human body, the effect is slightly weaker, but at least it is not harmful.

The clerk pointed to a black bottle in the middle and recommended it intentionally, "This one sells the best."

Song Qiulin's eyes stopped on it, and he paused for a while, somehow feeling that the bottle looked familiar.

"That's it."

……

Originally, Wen Yu wanted to take a taxi to the shopping mall, but the bus came before the two had a chat, got on the bus together, walked to the last row with a tacit understanding, and sat in the same seat as last time.

"Why do you always like to drill into corners?" I remember that Wen Yu also said before that she likes the position against the wall and wants to change it with herself.

In the warm environment, Yu was finally able to untie her scarf and take a deep breath. She rubbed her frozen nose, "What do you know, the corner is warm in winter and cool in summer, so it's very nice to stay in."

Song Qiulin pursed his lips and smiled, then nodded.

The bus drove out for two stops, and the atmosphere calmed down. There was no one on the bus on the weekend morning, except for a few aunts who were scattered in the front seat, and there were only the two of them in the back row.

Wen Yu rolled his eyes and stared at Song Qiulin's calm side face, "At the same table, have you known my sister for a long time?"

She just remembered that Song Qiulin seemed to have been calling her sister "Doctor Wen".

Wen Ziyang is a doctor. She may also hear about it from her parents, but under normal circumstances, she doesn’t call her name directly or respectfully call her sister Ziyang. Those who call her a doctor usually have a doctor-patient relationship. The latter came out smoothly.

Song Qiulin nodded and leaned his head on the seat, "Song Zhou introduced me."

Wen Yu remembered the key words in the file, "unconscious behavior after sleep", "wide range of activities", "exclude sleepwalking".

"Oh..." She looked at Song Qiulin and hesitated to speak.

"Some insomnia, not serious." Song Qiulin said proactively.

Insomnia?

Wen Yu calmed down, it was just ordinary insomnia, so why did the file store so many detailed things about Song Qiulin from childhood to adulthood.

Moreover, Wen Ziyang said that he has not yet been diagnosed, which means that insomnia is just a disease, not the problem itself.

Wen Yu read it carefully and remembered it clearly, but she lacked the keenness of a professional doctor for information. In her opinion, there was nothing noteworthy on the form, and it was just an ordinary story about how a rich family grew up.

At most, it was written that Song Qiulin had a serious illness around the age of eight, and returned to school after a two-year absence from school. After that, he worked hard to skip two levels in a row. , There is no room for the people behind to overtake at all.

Only after that, it seems that sleepwalking-like symptoms gradually began to appear, and the frequency has become more and more frequent since recently.

Probably because it was getting worse and worse, Song Zhou took Song Qiulin to her sister.

"Your sister is kind enough to take care of my sister's business." Wen Yu still remembered Wen Ziyang's warning, and put an end to the file matter.

"Oh." Song Qiulin smiled, "Indeed, I asked Dr. Wen to show it to me. I guess Dr. Wen treated her well."

Not to mention Wen Yu almost forgot that Song Zhou is also her sister's patient, but she still needs to study the method of treatment.

But why does everyone in this family need to see a psychiatrist?No wonder there was something written about their parents in the file.

Wen Yu vaguely remembered that he seemed to have mentioned Song's father's love history. He was romantic before marriage and had constant lovers after marriage. However, this kind of thing is not unusual in this kind of family. Song Zhou and Song Qiulin didn't seem like they would. Because of this little thing, people who are vulnerable to a major blow.

Wen Yu glanced at Song Qiulin, "How is the effect? ​​Do you still suffer from insomnia? The monthly exam is coming soon, so it won't affect you, right?"

"Doctor Wen prescribed medicine a few days ago, and after taking it, I fell asleep a little bit more." Song Qiulin said lightly, with a smile in his eyes, "But instead of worrying about my grades, don't you worry about yourself first?"

"I..." Wen Yu really didn't pay much attention to this matter.

To her, it doesn't matter whether she is in the experimental class or not, as long as she lives in such a muddled way, it's fine.

Before, because Yan Hao's wish was to be admitted to the No. [-] Middle School, she was quite motivated, but now that she has achieved it, she has fallen into confusion.

"Do you remember the competition class that the teacher mentioned to you?"

"……"forgotten.

It all happened when I was still in the fourth class, because there was a conflict between the time and the live broadcast, I just let it go, and after that, there was a lot of chaos, so I let it go.

"Two days ago, the teacher came to me again, and asked me to ask you." Song Qiulin raised his eyes, his eyes were light, but he seemed to see through Wen Yu's mind of letting nature take its course, "Actually, you don't have to rush to refuse. Teacher Li is leading the competition class. His experienced lectures are simple and easy to understand, see if you like his class, you may consider giving it a try.”

Teacher Li is the leader of the math group, the one who teaches the first class.

"I'm not the same as you group of top students. It seems that I can do well in the exam without spending time. It's enough for me to catch up with the progress of the first class. I don't have the time to participate in the competition."

"Wen Yu."

"Ah?" Wen Yu was a little confused when his name was suddenly called so solemnly.

Song Qiulin's bright eyes met her, "Did you forget that I'm the squad leader?"

"What happened to the monitor?"

"I've read your information, it's not like you can't do it." Song Qiulin let go of the forcing posture, and leaned back on the seat, "Why did you give up?"

In the preliminaries in May, Wen Yu passed with perfect results. According to this level, if she participates in the league and does not enter the provincial team, she will at least have a guaranteed second in the province, but she let go of the pigeons and transferred to the first middle school halfway.

"I'm going to participate at most just for fun. I can't see the purpose. I try my best to squeeze into the provincial team? Or I can get a self-recruited spot as a provincial second." Wen Yu propped his chin in his hand, "When I think about Putting all the time and energy into it, and throwing yourself into the sea of ​​questions all day, it's too difficult."

She said with a smile, "But you Xueba seem to enjoy it quite a bit. This is the difference between people, right? Competitions are reserved for those enthusiastic study lunatics. I'm suitable for loose live."

Song Qiulin fell silent. Although Wen Yu in front of her spoke with a smile, every word and every word revealed a decadence of self-abandonment. She tried to cover it up with a bright expression, but the hole under the surface had already eroded into her heart. .

"If you really don't want to, you don't have to touch it from the beginning." But Wen Yu happened to touch it, and he had a good starting point.

Song Qiulin said, "You think about it, and you have the ability, but you don't implement it. You should think about the reason."

Wen Yu lowered his eyelids, wondering what he was thinking.

Maybe, Song Qiulin was right.

When she was young, she got too many hints from her biological father, saying that she was a waste, unable to accomplish anything and could only be a worthless oil bottle, but the stubbornness in her bones made Wen Yu crazily resist, wanting to tear up this label to prove herself, This back and forth contradiction is a symbol of her self-struggle.

After struggling for so long, she didn't find out why, so she put herself in the comfort zone in the middle, neither depraved nor superior, right in the middle, just right.

"You have good eloquence. It's a pity that you are in a science class. It's good to be a media major in the future."

"Thank you for the compliment."

The bus stopped slowly, and Song Qiulin got off first, followed by Wen Yu. When the door closed, the bus let out a puff. Wen Yu covered his ears with a scarf, and vaguely saw Song Qiulin's lips move.

"Think about it, and have time to learn from each other."

Wen Yu still has a basic desire to win and lose. No. [-] Middle School always blows up Song Qiulin like a legend. To defeat such a person, the sense of accomplishment should not be too strong.

In fact, participating in the competition class is not without benefits. The competition students are mainly under the supervision of the competition teacher, and the authority is even greater than that of the head teacher. She is still a little moved by the thought of escaping from the clutches of the old witch.

Without revealing her thoughts, she lowered her head and kicked the stones on the side of the road with her toes, "Let's see again."

The shopping mall in the city center is huge, Wen Yu doesn't come here often, but Song Qiulin is familiar with it.

That's right, I don't know if there are many industries with the name of the Song family written on it.

Song Qiulin is an unusual girl for shopping. She has to go into every store along the way, more like completing a certain task and rushing directly to the destination.

"This or this?" Song Qiulin led her into a furniture store, pointing to the rolls of wallpaper on the tall shelves, "Last time you said, try to use green and blue, right?"

Wen Yu nodded. She first checked why the cat's eyes could only see black, white and gray, but the answer she got was that the cat's eyes could only distinguish blue and green light.

This is no wonder, Song Qiulin's room is empty, with white walls and gray carpets, and the total number of colors in the room does not exceed five, so it would be strange if the cat didn't get bored.

Wen Yu raised his head, looked at the light blue one and then at the light green one, "I have average aesthetics, you know what I mean."

Song Qiulin did not expect this answer, after all, it was Wen Yu who first suggested changing the cat's wallpaper.

"Hmm..." Wen Yu rubbed his chin, "Look at other things, I feel that this little broken flower is not worthy of you."

"it is good."

The things were bought for Song Qiulin, but it was Wen Yu who made up his mind. The former walked slowly behind Wen Yu, watching her carefully choose one by one.

Wen Yu's eyes were full of seriousness, as if she was shopping for her own home. She was picky about every little detail. After reading the pattern, she looked at the material, after reading the material, she looked at the service life, and also paid attention to the moisture-proof ability and whether there was any smell. She and The clerk asked and answered, and the questions were very trivial. Ordinary people would probably find it boring to listen to, but Song Qiulin listened carefully and thought it felt good.

"This." Wen Yu raised his finger and pointed to a roll in the corner, his eyes lit up, "This pattern is beautiful."

She only looked up and didn't see the stumbling under her feet. When she was backing, she tripped. Song Qiulin hugged the ancestor who walked and didn't like to look at the road from behind, and said in her ear, "You are good at walking. Find something in the corner den."

Wen Yu knew that he was being supported, so he didn't care about it, and jumped up, "Can you take this down to see?"

The clerk behind him held up the pole and was eager to try it, but Song Qiulin gave her a wink, and she passed the pole understandingly.

Song Qiulin lowered his head, and his voice was close to Wen Yu's ear, "Point again."

So Wen Yu stupidly stood on tiptoe again and poked at the roll of paper.

Song Qiulin's expression was half a smile, and he put his left hand on Wen Yu's crotch, and pressed her down, "I'll do it."