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Pulse cutting, hospitalization, mental illness.

The head teacher's words contained too much information, and Qi Siming thought he had heard it wrong for a moment, "You mean Ling Yan has a mental disorder? He still has this disease now?"

After Utopia is connected to the personal terminal, it has been upgraded and updated year by year. Although it is not yet fully connected to the brain to directly regulate hormone levels, it has done a good job in monitoring body temperature, heart rate, and metabolism. When the time comes, Utopia will automatically remind you to carry out medical intervention, both physiologically and psychologically.

In other words, if a person has a tendency to depression, Utopia's grief counseling will kill the tendency in the cradle.The data released by the Health and Disease Control Bureau also shows that under the intelligent intervention of Utopia, the number of registered mental patients has been reduced exponentially every year, and the circle of Qi Siming's life has never even heard the word "mental disorder". .

When Qi Siming suddenly heard that the person around him was suffering from a mental illness and was so sick that he committed suicide, his first reaction was disbelief, and when he thought about the fact that the person suffering from the disease was a fourteen-year-old child, he felt that it was a fantasy: Ling Yan is such a big man, Where did he have such a heavy heart and mental illness?

But Qi Siming felt a little uncomfortable. He leaned against the wall, and there was regret in his eyes, "Suicide due to illness is not a trivial matter, so this kid is going to drop out of school and go to a rehabilitation center?"

"That's what I want to tell you." The head teacher sighed worriedly, his brows furrowed several times, "Ling Yan's family suppressed this matter and told him to continue going to school."

The tenderness in Qi Siming's eyes was erased with one click, and he frowned when the roles were switched, "Is this parent not making trouble? How can Ling Yan go to school like this? Who in the class didn't say a word right, gave a wrong look, he suddenly gave Whose responsibility is it if you kill yourself? His own or Mr. Zhou's? You can't afford to provoke him..."

Then Squad Leader Qi took the initiative to open the information exchange mode, with a sincere attitude, "Mr. Zhou, speaking of this, I have to confess something to you. Didn't I collect class information before, and accidentally glanced at this kid Ling Yan, he Utopia's mood log is not abnormal, I don't know who he is, Utopia's data can be changed, if something really happens, my tablemate will bear the brunt of it." Qi Siming had peeked at Ling Yan's private information before, he There was indeed no mood disorder in his medical history, but he didn't dare to say that, and he got the meaning right.

After the class teacher repeatedly assured that Qi Siming would not be held responsible if there was an accident, Qi Siming finally returned to the class with heavy steps.The group of heartless people in the class were still lying on the table playing games. When they saw him come back, they raised their heads, "Qi Zi, why did Lao Zhou ask you to go out just now?"

"It's none of your business, let's play with you," Qi Siming didn't plan to deal with it, walked to his seat with a complicated expression, and stroked Tan Qing's long ponytail, upset and angry, "Hey , you hurry back, you are about to go to class, you are about to take the university entrance exam, can you study hard and stop thinking about being a junior every day?"

The little game Ling Yan wrote was called Friday Afternoon, and the icon was a piece of nougat.

At that time Ling Yan turned his head and asked him what kind of fruit you like, Qi Siming said blueberries casually, and then the game pattern was decorated with blue and purple fruit pieces.

Qi Siming stared at the pattern, feeling irritated for no reason, clicked on his search screen, searched for "how to get along with patients with mental disorders", and then searched the difference between patients' brain imaging and normal people with a scientific and rigorous attitude.

Qi Siming did not expect that Ling Yan would come to school the next day.

When he entered the classroom, Ling Yan was lying on the desk watching yesterday's teaching screen recording, and his state was no different from the past.

Although the young man's torso hadn't fully elongated, it was about to reach 170cm, but at that moment, Qi Siming felt that Ling Yan was really small, pitifully like a bad crop grown by plucking seedlings.

Ling Yan wore a pair of black wristbands on his left hand, and one hand was resting on the desk. His five fingers were pale and emaciated, and there was a sharp weakness.

Qi Siming has been paying attention to Ling Yan since that day.

To be honest, from the perspective of Qi Siming, a non-professional, Ling Yan does not look like a patient with any mental disorder. He has clear logic, articulate, and does not know whether he is negative or not, but his expression is hard and cold, and he feels more psychological than the history teacher. The condition is still stable.

The main reason is that after observing for a long time, Qi Siming can only notice one thing: Ling Yan's face is really good at fighting.

He is the stunning and good-looking one, especially in the morning, Ling Yan will push up the broken hair on his forehead, revealing a little beauty tip on his forehead, a pair of peach blossom eyes embedded in his palm-sized face, when he sees you coming There will be a shallow, almost unstoppable smile in his eyes.

Qi Siming became more careful.

Be careful with your words, be careful with your actions, try to be thoughtful in class, and stay far away after class.

Ling Yan should have sensed it too. After Qi Siming was entrusted to hand over the love letter again, he was a little embarrassed and said that he didn't need to trouble him so much next time, just tell the girls his terminal number and let him send it directly.

Qi Siming was annoyed by the Huaichun girl, so he naturally wanted it, but he still said, "Then there will probably be a lot of people, you should be mentally prepared."

Ling Yan nodded, looking unconcerned.

It wasn't until Tan Qing came over to complain to Qi Siming the next day that he didn't know why Ling Yan was so indifferent. Ling Yan's terminal had set up a small program, and strangers had to do a set of test questions before sending a friend request. Qing went home and tried it all night, and the impression he got was, "Fuck, he set up a psychological test! Is this scarier than information leakage? I feel like my underwear has been ripped off after I'm done."

The days went on and on, Qi Siming adapted well on the whole, and felt that he and Ling Yan would always maintain such a peaceful relationship.

The turning point came one day in November, when there was a fire rehearsal that day, Qi Siming came back from a meeting in the auditorium, anxiously waiting for his Chinese studies class.

The teacher of Chinese studies memorized the text at random, and ordered Ling Yan's name like a soldier counting beans. Qi Siming watched helplessly as Ling Yan took out a white vial marked TCA from his pocket, swallowed two pills quickly, and then Get up and answer the question.

Qi Siming felt like his hairs were going to stand on end.

Ling Yan took only two seconds from unscrewing the bottle cap to closing it, but his posture was casual as if he had just chewed two pieces of candy, and then he began to recite excerpts from Wei and Jin poems without changing his face, with clear and fluent articulation.

He knew that Ling Yan had a mental disorder before. From his typical leader thinking, he just felt that such a petite and small boy was a bit troublesome, but it was still within the tolerance range, but when Ling Yan took the medicine as if nothing had happened, he Suddenly gave birth to an uncontrollable sense of rejection.

It is the instinctive rejection of people who are different from others. It does not belong to the compatible contradiction between left-handed and right-handed people, but the kind that no matter how much psychological construction you have done and how much information you have learned, you will still be shocked. To be reminded, to be alert, to be nervous.

He's just different from you, and you just want to push him away.

Ling Yan concluded "Ode to Climbing the Tower" at the end of "I'm sleepless in the middle of the night, lingering and turning around", Qi Siming couldn't help leaning over, his terminal issued a slight electronic notification tone, signaling Ling Yan to look at it, and then Xiao Said, "May I make a call for you?"

What he showed him was a series of electronic dials, marked with a reminder of "Psychological Crisis Intervention Hotline". Speaking of which, he entered it deliberately when he was checking the information a few days ago.

But obviously, Ling Yan didn't receive his kindness, his expression changed, and he asked him vigilantly what he wanted to do?

"You don't need to hide it from me, I saw it." Qi Siming glanced at his pocket, trying to sound amiable, "Please take time off to see a doctor, don't hold back in the classroom if you feel uncomfortable."