Excuse me, I'm a heartthrob [Quick Transmigration]

Later, with his pretended cooperation and obedience, he was no longer tied to the bed, but sat on a chair with shackles and chains on his hands and feet like a prisoner, and the daily psychologist gave him lessons.

During this day, the psychiatrist’s question: “Do you often appreciate the beauty of the same sex? The options are as follows: Yes, as long as they are beautiful, I appreciate them. No, I only like the opposite sex. Not necessarily, it depends on the mood.”

Monty was wearing shackles, sitting on a chair, his face that could not see the ups and downs of emotions, said slowly: "No, I only like the opposite sex."

The psychiatrist's question continued: "Do you think homosexuality is a normal relationship? Options: Yes. No."

Without changing his face, Garcia said calmly, "No."

Psychiatrist: "Do you prefer unisex dressing? Options: Yes. No. Sometimes."

Garcia said, "No."

The psychiatrist continued: "If you want to choose a shirt, the store has limited colors, which one would you choose? Options: Black. White. Orange."

Garcia said, "Black."

The psychiatrist looked at the question paper, raised his head and saw the peaceful gray eyes of the teenager, "What would you do if you encountered a same-sex confession of love to you? Options: Surprised, but understanding. Disgusted, break up with the other party immediately. No know what to do."

Garcia said calmly: "Severe friendship with the other party immediately."

Question from a psychiatrist: "Do you have more friends of the same sex than friends of the opposite sex? Options: Yes. No. About the same."

Garcia said, "No."

Psychiatrist: "Do you often receive compliments from the same sex? Options: None. Occasionally."

Garcia said lightly: "No."

Psychiatrist: "One day you found out that your best friend is gay. What was your reaction? Options: Surprised but accepted. Not accepted, cut off contact. Think about how to get along in the future."

Garcia: "I don't accept it, I cut off contact."

Psychiatrist: "Do you often read books, magazines, or pictorials with friends of the same sex? Options: Yes. Not often. Never."

Garcia: "No."

Psychiatrist: "What kind of thoughts do you often have about your same-sex friends? Options: I want to pinch his face. I want to kiss him. I want to take care of him."

Garcia: "I don't want to."

Psychiatrist: "Would you be scared if you found out you were gay? Options: Yes. No."

Garcia: "Yes."

Psychiatrist: "The last question, what is your tendency towards an outstanding homosexual like Admiral Netherland. Options: extreme jealousy. Crazy admiration. I don't feel anything."

Garcia said slowly, "No... any feeling."

The psychiatrist suddenly said, "Are you lying?"

Garcia sat on the chair, the sunset outside the window shone in his eyes, as if shooting his gray eyes into transparent, emotionless colors.

"There is no one who is not admiring or jealous of Admiral Netherlands." The psychiatrist calmly, as if repeating a truth to him.

None of the doctors knew about his relationship with the Netherlands.The servants don't know either.So Garcia calmed down and chose another answer: "Extremely jealous."

The doctor nodded in satisfaction.

The psychiatrist looked at the questions and the paper, and the questions had been asked.He ticked all the options that Monty had chosen just now, and briefly browsed the test results.Organized the recorded paper, "Today's test ends here."

Garcia's expression was light, and when the psychiatrist was about to leave, he asked, "When can I end this treatment?"

The psychiatrist was a tall, thin man, slightly younger, not more than forty.Pushing the gold-rimmed glasses, the gold-rimmed glasses made him look more gay than the fair-skinned, brown-eyed guy. "I can't tell. I have to go back and confirm with my team of experts."

Garcia stopped talking, and looked at Garcia with gold-rimmed glasses. After several months of treatment, the relative of the admiral has calmed down a lot. From the initial resistance, non-cooperation, and even suicide, to the current obedience, even Actively cooperate, he feels that Garcia must be recovering, and he will get rid of the name of homosexuality, which is disgusting and shunned in Poseidon.

The gold-rimmed glasses said to this young boy who had a much gentler attitude: "You must cooperate with taking medicine, so that the recovery effect will be better."

Garcia just nodded.

The gold-rimmed glasses know that he doesn't like to talk. Over the past few months, he has rarely seen him speak on his own initiative. Except for the constant swearing in the first month, he has never seen him speak much.

Garcia was reading a book, and the gold-rimmed glasses took a slight look at it. It was a book on the treatment of homosexuality. He felt that Garcia was about to fully recover. He was very happy, and said hello to Garcia, "See you tomorrow."

Garcia just nodded, seeing him disappear behind the door.He threw the book on the floor, stood up and walked out of the desk.The outside window was closed by the gold-rimmed glasses before he left. He tried to jump from here in the second month, and the gold-rimmed glasses who opened the door found it and screamed like a sissy, so that he hadn't stepped over yet. As soon as he stepped out, he was pinned to the ground by a group of soldiers who rushed in and couldn't move.

Therefore, the gold-rimmed glasses retain the good habit of closing and locking the folding windows when going out.

Garcia saw the locked glass window and the figure with gold-rimmed glasses walking out of the villa and greeting the maid. He thought of the figure in gold-rimmed glasses, which was about the same as that of Netherland. He was not as tall as Netherland, and he was 1.8 meters tall. The thin body looks a lot weaker.

He hated the Netherlands, including the gold-rimmed glasses that looked a bit like the Netherlands.

Garcia went back to the bed and found a piece of paper from under the bed. He hid it. It was a page that he tore out of a notebook with a pen while secretly doing tests during the months of imprisonment. written on paper:

"How many people love your charming and charming time

The beauty of loving you comes from falsehood or sincerity

There is only one who loves the sincerity of your soul

I love your aging and weathered face" (Author: Yeats, Fu Hao)

Garcia has already memorized these four lines of poetry by heart.

Writing it out is just to remind myself, looking at the 131 letters I wrote down by imitating the handwriting of the Netherlands, this four-line poem, telling myself all the time, not to forget, not to let go of the owner of this poem.He who once gave hope to poetry stomped on the soles of his feet like a broken bone.

He silently started these four lines of poems in his mouth. He is already very fluent in Poseidon, and he can pronounce the cadences of this poem very mellowly and fullly.But in the air, there is still no sound, only the clock on the wall makes the sound of the needle moving frame by frame.

I will not forget.

How many people love your charming and charming face.Love your beauty from false or true.

I will take revenge on you.

Only I love you, including the filth of the soul and the beauty of the face.

Love your unyielding, hell-ridden, and unbearably sadistic flesh.

The setting sun in the sky hangs in the clouds, revealing a reddish orange light, flowing on Garcia's face, as if his face, which is becoming more and more like an oil painting, has covered the unreal The dust that makes it difficult to peep clearly.

Garcia was allowed to come out of the room, and it was already five months later. He looked thinner, his face was more stern, his eye sockets were sunken, and his eyes were much brighter.

Even more different from five months ago, it seems that the personality is calmer and calmer - that's just the appearance.He hides the infinite thoughts and wronged hatred in his heart.He came out with a plan in mind, and he even thought about what to say the first time he saw Netherlands.

But after he came out, he did not find the Netherlands.Netherlands went to the front.He later learned that the Netherlands volunteered to fight a vicious war and demanded reinstatement.The above sent him to fight the most difficult battle - the city of Nils, known as the city of blood.

The Poseidon soldiers fought for four years without taking it down, and the troops they sent were buried there one after another.The reason why the God of War Netherland was not sent to attack was because the Netherland was not assigned to the west.He has been clearing and recovering the east.

He was so angry that he vomited blood. When they went to school together, he turned over and went to Nils to find Netherlands.

After Bernie the housekeeper hurriedly sent three urgent telegrams, Garcia was tied back.

He was thrown into the cell where he was held, and went to the Netherlands a month later after he was released.This time he was imprisoned for three months.The third time I was tied back, the legs were broken.

The second time, he thought his disguise was good enough, but Netherlands recognized him instantly in the crowd of soldiers.

Nedland told the adjutant, and immediately the commander below dragged him out of the ranks of soldiers. Nedland didn't even look at him, and he was pushed to the ground by the soldiers. With a punch, his mouth was immediately stuffed into the cloth ball.

With his face pressed against the ground, he saw the back of Netherland leaving him away, and the whole person was lifted up, asked him where he was from in a rude accent, and scolded him "becoming a traitor at a young age".

The Poseidonians hated traitors, and the Fifth Army especially hated traitors, wishing they could be stripped alive.

Garcia was still gagged, scolding these idiots, he is the son of a prince!He hated the Netherlands because he said he was a traitor and they arrested him.

For the third time, he was pinned to the ground, and his gray eyes stared fiercely at the Dutch general standing in front of him, who was almost attacked by him.

Netherlands' words echoed in the room: "Broken his leg."

Garcia stared at him stubbornly, his mouth was stuffed with a cloth strip, and the cry of "Ye Mi" turned into an indistinct hum.

When the stick came down, Garcia's bones were in pain. The soldiers pressed him to the ground, and the limbs in the trouser legs made a crisp fracture sound.

Garcia could only see the back of Netherland, upright and aloof like a cold and ruthless saber.

Nedland, who turned his back to Garcia, closed his eyes, his ears filled with miserable screams.After a while, the screams of the people subsided, and the sound of sticks stopped.

Ned Land walked to the side of the man who didn't yell, and saw his head hanging on the ground without moving.The admiral squatted down, saw the stained and bloodshot face, and saw the closed eyes.