reverse trapping

On the bed, Cheng Mu opened his eyes.

The bell rang loudly, but it couldn't distract him from his thoughts at all.

Cheng Mu raised his hand and rubbed his temples. The feeling from the dream quickly receded without leaving any traces.

He turned off the screaming alarm and opened WeChat.

The previous consultant took the initiative to talk to him and asked him if he had considered it.

Remembering what Qin Yi and his friends said yesterday, Cheng Mu clicked on that message.

He wavered and asked, "Is there any other solution to what I told you last time?"

The other party replied quickly, but there was only one link in the content.Cheng Mu clicked in, and the title of the link was "Emotional Insensitivity Test".

Cheng Mu returned to the chat interface and sent a question mark over.

The other party's reply was succinct: "Do a test first."

Cheng Mu hesitated for a moment, clicked on the link again, and proceeded earnestly one by one.

After clicking submit, Cheng Mu stopped breathing.

The result on the screen was displayed in front of him impressively: "Severe emotionally retarded patient with a score of 95."

"..."

Looking at the test results, Cheng Mu scratched his hair in embarrassment.He knew he was slow, but was the situation really that serious?

So he will feel that the other party's suggestion is unreliable, and it is completely caused by his ignorance of solving emotional problems?

Cheng Mu let out a long sigh.

Then, the other party replied: "If you can't speak up to any of them, the previous method is your only remaining strategy."

That passage hit Cheng Muze's vitals impartially.

But even if he questioned his own cognition, he still hesitated.

He put down his phone and walked out the door in a daze.When he arrived at the studio, he saw that Fang Shuo still hadn't come, so he called to express his condolences.

Fortunately, Fang Shuo was fine, and it gave him a bit of relief in his boredom.

Just after lunch time, Qin Yi appeared in the studio again.

Cheng Mu often felt that Qin Yi was a noise maker, as long as he appeared, his ears would not be quiet.

"Did you ask the consultant when you went back yesterday?"

Cheng Mu lay down on the table listlessly, not in the mood to explain, simply opened the chat record with the consultant, and pushed it in front of Qin Yi.

Qin Yi finally calmed down.

Not long after, Qin Yi exclaimed: "This suggestion is really a new way, most people will definitely not be able to think of it."

Cheng Mu smiled wryly: "It's outrageous."

Qin Yi said seriously: "Actually, I think it's quite feasible."

"That's right, it's kind of—" Cheng Muze repeated his words halfway, then turned a corner abruptly, and he stood up from the table abruptly, "Did you take the wrong medicine?"

Qin Yi shrugged, his hands were still scrolling through the chat records, but the words he said were stern: "Then do you have a better way? Are you going to persuade Chen Jiao not to be distracted, or ask Mr. Shen to let him Stay away from Chen Jiao? But to be honest, if I were them, I would probably just reply that it's none of your business."

"..."

Qin Yi said again: "Otherwise you will give up, what about Chen Jiao'ai, you don't have to insist on her, why do you insist on whether she cheats or not?"

Cheng Mu moved his Adam's apple slightly, lowered his eyelashes to cover his dark emotions, and said "no" vaguely out of his throat, but the volume was enough for others to hear clearly.

Qin Yi glanced at the hopeless Cheng Muze, and casually clicked on the emotional dullness test at the end of the conversation.

The link jumps to the result of Cheng Muze's last test.

After a while, Qin Yi's burst of laughter broke the dull atmosphere in the studio.

"Hahahahaha~"

Qin Yi pointed at the test results on the screen, laughed out of breath, and insisted on laughing at Cheng Muze: "You haven't gotten such a high score since you went to college, right? 95 points for emotional insensitivity , my Brother Cheng, you really belong to me, hahahaha."

Cheng Mu twitched the corners of his mouth, and the accumulated unhappiness traced wrinkles between his brows.

Qin Yi raised his hand and rubbed his cheeks that were stiff from laughing, and raised his eyebrows at Cheng Mu: "Don't be dejected."

He eased his emotions, and continued: "Think about it, Mr. Shen doesn't like men either. Your 'sex' is not so much 'sex' as it is to establish a relatively intimate relationship with him. If you really If he succeeds, won't he have the confidence and conditions to affect his social circle?"

Listening, Cheng Mu narrowed his slack gaze.

Qin Yi leaned on the table and moved forward for a short distance: "You didn't read the evaluation results carefully, did you?"

Pointing to the phone, he continued, "It's written in the results. For a severe patient like you, the level of emotional conversion output will drop by a few grades accordingly."

Cheng Mu frowned, obviously not understanding: "What do you mean?"

"This means that even if you flirt with all your strength, it will look like a joke in the eyes of others. So, you don't have to worry about who you will accidentally catch. If you can, then he must be' Jiang Taigong's fish'."

Qin Yi shook the phone: "So, you really don't plan to try?"

Those words were like the last wave, completely breaking through the loose sluice gate in Cheng Muze's mind, and the water poured down, moving forward violently.

He grabbed the mobile phone that was still in Qin Yi's palm, and directly typed a line in the consultant's dialogue box: "What should I do?"

The other party's second reply appropriately responded to his eagerness.

"The first step is to gain a sense of presence."

Cheng Mu stood up and threw the keys on the table to Qin Yi: "Don't mess with the camera equipment and my computer, and do whatever else you want, I'm leaving."

Qin Yi was taken aback by Cheng Muze's sudden spirit, and he asked dully, "Where are you going?"

"Brush the sense of presence."

The sound of the bell shaking went away behind him, and Cheng Mu stepped into the campus.

Looking at the mild sunshine in the afternoon and the lazy pace of the students, Cheng Mu suddenly realized that it was lunch break time.

He relaxed his eyebrows and stopped his steps full of fighting spirit.

He took out his mobile phone, called up Qin Yi's class schedule, and found that the first and second periods of this afternoon happened to be Professor Shen's class.

There was still more than an hour before the class, remembering the overcrowded scene in Professor Shen's class, Cheng Mu decided to go to the classroom to occupy a seat now.

In the classroom of A301, several people are studying by themselves.

Cheng Mu found a place to sit down and browsed the photography forum.I don't know how long it took before the students entered the classroom one after another.

He put down his phone, looked towards the door, and waited quietly for Professor Shen's arrival.

One minute before the bell rang, Professor Shen arrived in the classroom on time.He seems to have become that well-behaved professor again, with a luminous professional filter.

Even though Shen Jinzhi spoke very interestingly, Cheng Mu still couldn't stop the raging drowsiness in his body.

The rustling human voice formed a natural white noise, and the words on the surrounding books began to distort, transforming into a unique hypnotic pattern, forcing him to sleep.

The bell for the end of get out of class rang softly, and the students dispersed one after another. Shen Jinzhi packed up the things on the podium, moving slower than usual.

Shen Jinzhi didn't stop until the last student left the classroom.

He walked slowly towards Cheng Muze and stood opposite Cheng Muze.

The noisy human voices were isolated from the ears. At this moment, Shen Jinzhi could only hear Cheng Muze's breathing.

"Wake up." Shen Jinzhi called out in a low voice, "Everyone is gone, are you still sleeping?"

Cheng Mu didn't respond.

"Cheng Muze."

Shen Jinzhi yelled again, but Cheng Mu turned over on the desk, filtered out the disturbance and continued to sleep.

Shen Jinzhi pursed his lips into a smile, and leaned over to Cheng Muze: "Ah Xia, I'm going to be late for photography class."

That sentence was like a sensitive switch, which broke Cheng Muze's drowsiness in an instant.

Cheng Mu jumped up from the desk suddenly, and subconsciously raised his hand to pull up the schoolbag belt, but his hand was empty.

He raised his eyes slightly, facing Professor Shen's face.

He looked around the empty classrooms, and suddenly remembered the purpose of his trip.

Just now, in a daze, he seemed to hear someone calling him "Axia".

Asha is his nickname.

Because he was born in April, and April has an alias of "Wei Xia", his mother always called him Xia Xia when he was a child, and changed his name to A Xia when he was older.

But no one has called that name since my mother died.

Thinking about it, he should have dreamed about his mother just now.

It's a pity that he doesn't remember again, otherwise, at least we can meet together in the dream for a while.

After waking up for a short while, Cheng Muze's mind wandered wildly, but he didn't say a word to Shen Jinzhi.

Finally, Shen Jinzhi spoke first: "Why are you here?"

Cheng Mu's heart stopped beating, and he was pulled back into the embarrassing reality.He explained unhappily: "I... I really like your class, so I came to take a class."

Shen Jinzhi's eyes moved slightly, and they landed on Cheng Muze impartially: "Like it so much that you fall asleep?"

"Accident, this is an accident!" Cheng Mu waved his hands again and again, and said nonsense, "I didn't have a good rest yesterday. Didn't I move to a new house, the new curtains are a little bit light, and I have to get used to it for a few days."

Shen Jinzhi fell silent, and seemed to be muttering something silently, but Cheng Mu didn't catch it at all.

Thinking of his purpose, Cheng Mu immediately started talking about a new topic: "Mr. Shen, let me treat you to dinner!"

Shen Jinzhi turned sideways slightly, and glanced at the clock in the classroom from the corner of his eye: "It's not yet four o'clock."

Cheng Mu chased after him, "Then I'll treat you to afternoon tea."

Shen Jinzhi paused and leaned forward slightly.

He asked in a low voice, "Are you... dating me?"

The author says:

Welcome Xiao Cheng to embark on the road of passively chasing her husband!

Xiao Cheng once said: It takes eight tons of water in my head to believe this kind of emotional consultant.

Can the brain be dried after being taken out~ (bushi)