Himemoto's interpretation

Xingqi is not afraid of pain. In the final analysis, it is the pain that has not left her with an unforgettable memory--amnesia is a hard protective shell. Sexuality is deterrent.

Furthermore, out of self-protection, the brain usually arranges an effective measure of "coma" in due course to prevent the pain from exceeding the tolerance limit and leading to catastrophe.

The more than an hour of blankness lost in this building not long ago provides a strong argument.

Therefore, even if Ding Sandong Wu put on the "Pikachu" that made the board sluggish all day, Xingqi's curiosity about this place was far more than fear, and she even became excited with sweaty palms because she went deep into the dragon's lake and tiger's lair.

Beneath her is an adjustable chaise longue covered in soft leather and rubber.

The chair is welded to the ground, and there are bandages in the gaps on both sides of the armrests and leg brackets, which are wrapped around the rubber. There should be metal objects inside the top buckle, and the extra part hangs in the air, just like an exercise suit. Bind hands and leggings, pack the round and thick leather recliner into the calmness of "thousands of blows are still strong, let the wind from east to west, north and south".

With his back to her, Assistant Professor Yang skillfully pulled out two thin metal sheets from the circular metal hoop, pinched the rubber wire connecting the metal sheet and the circular hoop, and twisted it a few times.

After Xingqi looked around and surveyed the environment, she couldn't help but be attracted by the metal hoop held up by Assistant Professor Yang.

With the movements of Assistant Professor Yang, the thing changed into a diamond, with a few more black rubber bands on it, and a long tail at the back, twisted into a strand of red, yellow and green, the thickness of the little finger, and the end extended to the machine next to the left hand of the reclining chair.

Xingqi pretended not to know the purpose of the square-headed and square-brained instrument standing in the corner. Watching Assistant Teacher Yang open the black box on the wall and press the switch, she finally felt nervous about being taken into a suspicious little dark room alone by the teacher in the middle of the night, "You Why did you bring me here?"

I thought: Pikachu is much cleaner and cuter than these messy things.

The claws of the uncute "Pikachu" are in Teacher Yang's hands, and the fangs are in Assistant Teacher Yang's mouth, "I used to have antisocial personality disorder. Do you know what that is, Xing Qi."

She turned around intentionally, and slowly brushed the sticky liquid onto the metal sheet with a small brush.

Xingqi answered with difficulty: "I don't know."

"I'll explain it to you." Assistant Professor Yang whispered softly—the Taoyuan family also has requirements for decibels, and treats everyone equally, "Antisocial personality disorder is also called ruthless personality disorder. It is highly aggressive, lacks empathy, and does not feel ashamed. Maladjusted to society."

She pressed a few buttons on the machine, "Fortunately, I met doctors and teachers who were willing to help me, and they cured my illness. It's just that occasionally I see classmates who don't obey the rules, and I will be heartbroken and fall ill. ...Just like punishing you just now, I am so harsh to you, but I am actually very sorry."

Xingqi almost believed her confession, "You..."

You are not sorry.

No, you're not antisocial...

At this time, Assistant Professor Yang handed over the metal hoop to Xingqi, with a half-smile on her face—she seemed to be really having trouble understanding and expressing normal emotions, and she seemed very happy about what she was going to do next, but the more joyful she was The more you have to hide it and savor it carefully, the skin is stiff and the flesh is hard, which is very abnormal.

"you come down."

The word is the word command is the command, the meaning is simple and clear, but it makes Xing Qipin feel a little ominous.

Holding the metal ring in her hand, she felt that it was Sun Dasheng's tight ring, and it was extremely hot.

But since she was asked to go down, who is the suffering Sun Dasheng?

From the corner of her eye, Xingqi caught a glimpse of the flashing numbers on the LCD panel of the machine, and she really wanted to let go of the tight grip.

Assistant Professor Yang untied the straps of the bracket on his own, shaking it like a demonstration.

Xingqi turned sideways involuntarily: "What are you doing?"

Her instinctive dodging when encountering danger gave Assistant Professor Yang an opportunity. This little girl was like a carp vying to jump over the dragon gate, seeing the medical chair as a ladder to the sky. , flexibly stuffed himself in, and took the metal hoop from Xingqi's hand.

"Student Xing Qi, your dorm manager is Wei Tongtong. In the next four weeks, as long as you perform well, Wei Tongtong will get you a lot of points." Assistant Professor Yang Gujing Wubo said, "Bring me the notebook, it's in my coat pocket."

She took off her blouse when she entered and hung it on a hanger behind the door.

The words are ingenious, even if they are taken out of context, they cannot be forced to say that this is a threat.

But Xingqi knew that she was threatening—a good performance would give her points, and a poor performance would deduct points and even sit down——it was written in the school rules and regulations.

She accepted the order reflexively.

Hearing a few unusual muffled sounds from behind, he looked back and saw that Assistant Professor Yang had already tied his legs and right hand, and raised the only left hand that was not fixed, "Give it to me."

Xingqi did as she said, Assistant Teacher Yang squinted at the left armrest, "Help me."

At this moment, Xingqi came up with an idea that she couldn't believe, and she almost acted on it, and then she heard Assistant Teacher Yang say: "It doesn't matter if you don't help me, go and see how long the countdown is left."

Before the voice finished speaking, a red light lit up on the display screen of the machine.

"Five seconds left."

"leave me alone."

Assistant Professor Yang also seemed to be counting down the countdown, counting down to three seconds, she put the notebook into her mouth with her left hand, then put her left hand into her right hand, clasping her wrist with five fingers.

Countdown to zero.

Ding Sandongwu's three-foot-tall figure made many Ding Sandongqi laugh.

"Yang Yueying, formerly known as Yang Xiaomi." Sun Xiangli introduced, "She is a typical anti-social personality. Last year, she was sent by the leader who took good care of her because she hurt her colleagues in trivial matters. Upbringing, you are still young, and you still have a chance to make corrections, if you hand it over to the police, it may ruin your life's future, so I sent it here."

The powerful stimulation of the electric current passing through the brain does not change or weaken the will of the person. The young girl in the yellow sweater trembled violently, and the medical chair swayed accordingly.

The convulsions of human beings suffering from great physical pain pulled time out of the viscous thickness, and the dynamic scene was imprinted in the fundus of the eyes, and it did not know how long it would dissipate.

"It is known that ECT, that is, electroconvulsive therapy, has quite significant effects on various mental disorders such as bipolar disorder and violence, and is internationally recognized..."

Teacher Xia, who took off her hearing aid, did not hear Dr. Wang's academic explanation on the right. She leaned her upper body forward and leaned closer to the wall, with undisguised excitement on her profile.

Ding Sandong Wu, the new student was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, staring blankly at the girl who was still twitching in the medical chair.

After a while, I jumped up and shouted hoarsely: "You are crazy!!"

The display screen of the machine turned black, Teacher Xia unconsciously licked the corner of her lower lip, "It's over?"

Deaf people have no way to adjust their voices based on auditory feedback, so the pitch of their voices sounds quite awkward.

Dr. Wang replied cautiously: "The duration of ECT's action should not exceed five seconds."

Teacher Xia, who didn't realize that someone answered on the right, turned to the left, and asked Sun Xiangli slightly dissatisfied: "That's it?"

Unsettled regret is palpable, and the pupils dilate several times—usually a sign of adrenaline rush.

And after saying this, she took a quick breath, and her pupils shrank slowly and slowly.

While repeating Dr. Wang's answer, Sun Xiangli and Dr. Wang looked at each other, seeing the conclusion of "it is so" from each other's eyes.

The foreign teacher invited by the vice-principal, on the first day, showed the essence of being an anointed child, asking for this or that by name.

I ignored her for the first two days, but on the third day the headmaster personally instructed to fulfill all her requirements.

Unlike the idealistic vice-principal, who firmly believes that education can change the soul, the principal is good at dancing, has a wide range of contacts, and is especially good at soliciting sponsors.

The principal emphasized that "all requirements" must be treated differently.

Dr. Wang thinks that he understands Mrs. Xia from the bottom of his heart. A person of her wealth suffers from acquired irreversible deafness, but money can't change the status quo, which can easily lead to psychological distortion. The inner regrets must be temporarily healed with the help of stimulation— — such as witnessing the pain of others.

"ECT is effective in alleviating the aggressive behavior of anti-social personality, just like this student Yang Yueying." Dr. Wang turned to Teacher Xia's left side and explained again, "She actively cooperates with the treatment."

Will people who do not actively cooperate actively shock themselves?

Otherwise, I'm afraid it's not therapy, but masochism.

"No energy." Panting for breath, Teacher Xia hurriedly pointed at the new student who was restrained by Assistant Teacher Yang, loosened the last strap, and she jumped out of the distance again as if she had been shocked by an electric shock, "Where is she, come on?"

"Mr. Xia misunderstood, we are in regular treatment, this student was brought by Yang Yueying just in case." Sun Xiangli took out his mobile phone, "Let me listen to a voice for you."

——"Assistant, I was too strict with the new students today. I think I may be sick. I will go to the treatment room in a while. Can you ask Dr. Wang...ah no, I know how to operate. I will find a classmate to follow me. Go. I'm sorry I keep giving you trouble."

Doctor Wang chuckled, "We were also worried about the little girl's accident, so we came here specially."

The night was heavy, the wind stopped and the trees were still. These alcohol-catalyzed red faces opened their mouths to "regular treatment" and closed their mouths to "worry about the students", but their expressions were full of fascination.

Assistant Professor Yang finally stopped twitching, and the notebook slipped out of her mouth. She raised her hand, as if beckoning Xingqi over.

Xingqi tried for a while but didn't stand up, she scrambled and moved to the medical chair, only then did she slowly realize that Assistant Professor Yang didn't have something to order, and the shaking was still a residual effect of the electric shock.

Her half-closed eyelids could still see more white and less black underneath.

"abnormal!"

Yelling out Ban Cun's comments to Assistant Teacher Yang viciously, seeing her exhale twice, Xingqi felt inexplicably relaxed, and simply opened her arms and continued to scold.

"You are fucking perverted! Crazy!"

……

When the two returned to the dormitory building, the dormitory manager rolled his eyes and closed the iron door creakingly.

The teaching assistant’s dormitory is on the east side of the first floor. Although Assistant Teacher Yang told her to go back, Xingqi followed her stubbornly, watching her wash her face, brush her teeth, and take a shower with the door open—Assistant Yang did not avoid suspicion, but Xingqi did not see evil. He covered his eyes carefully—put on his pajamas, took out a notebook and pen from the drawer, sat on the edge of the bed and said softly, "Student Xing Qi from the Sunset Hall, if you come back late, 2 points will be deducted."

Xingqi raised her hand and grabbed the notebook, "Are you sick?"

Assistant Professor Yang's throat moved, "For insulting the assistant, 20 points will be deducted from Sunset Hall."

Xingqi didn't know whether to laugh or scold, she opened her notebook, flipped through a few pages, "You..."

She stopped suddenly, and turned back to a page that she had just skimmed over. The upper right corner of the inside page of the notebook was not the date, but the name of the person.

Assistant Professor Yang suddenly threw away his pen and rushed into the bathroom, slamming the door vigorously.

There were bursts of retching coming from inside, Xingqi was no stranger to this, and Tianbancun returned from Dingsandongwu the day before yesterday.

Repercussions?

Xingqi pressed the throbbing wound on the back of her head and turned from the first page to the last.

This day has been really ups and downs, until now, all the energy has been drained by the contents of the notebook, exhausted physically and mentally.

The notebook is not thick, with sixty pages, and the names of people are written on the upper right corner of the front and back of each page.

Most of the page numbers were recorded only once or twice, but Pan Shuitong had 17 and Yang Xiaomi had 32, and the time span was as long as five months.

Apart from the name and the time point down to the minute, there is no extra explanation in the note.

I just came back from Ding San Dong Wu, so I don't need to explain much.

This is not a merit book, not a verdict, these 120 names are 120 flesh and blood bodies that fought against Pikachu.

Well……

and many more.

Pan Shuitong, Yang Xiaomi?

This is a real name, not an alias that the school entrusts with the meaning of "change the inner, start again".

The retching sound in the bathroom stopped, and Xingqi's back of her head didn't hurt anymore, but her chest was suffocating. Did Assistant Professor Yang give her the notebook on purpose?

Hearing Assistant Professor Yang staggering out, Xingqi made a quick decision, put the notebook in her arms and flew up to the second floor.

Bancun and Wei Tongtong waited for a long time.

"She's a pervert!" Xingqi succinctly answered Wei Tongtong's question "Why does the teaching assistant want you?"

Bancun smiled knowingly, then ground his teeth again, "Pervert pumpkin."

Xingqi asked Wei Tongtong to borrow a small flashlight, borrowed two more quilts, piled up all the close-fitting clothes in a pile, put on the airtight tent made of quilts, and finished reading 120 names before the oxygen ran out—some of them were confusing She disassembles the radicals of polyphonic characters or rare characters.

She thought, what if the monitors were recording.

After finishing what she thought she should do, Xingqi asked Wei Tongtong to borrow some sugar, made a glass of sugar water, and tiptoed downstairs.

Assistant Professor Yang's dormitory door remained ajar as she left it.

Xingqi knocked twice, and without waiting for a response from inside, pushed the door open, put the enamel cup on the table, and stuffed the notebook back into the drawer.

Seeing that Assistant Professor Yang was about to raise his hand weakly, Xingqi had a flash of inspiration, took out the notebook, and put it next to the water glass.

"Bribe the assistant, 5 points will be deducted." Assistant Yang waved over the water glass.

The sugar water quickly flowed over the notebook, and then fell to the ground.

Soon, the falling speed of the water slowed down, and the second hand of the clock on the wall continued to move day and night——

Tick, tick.

The hour hand, minute hand, and second hand coincide to enter a new day.