Can't stop the medicine

【Medical report】

Name: Ren Xiaoyao

Sex: Male

Age: 13 years old (15 imaginary years old)

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Strength Level: Level [-]

Mental State: Paranoid Personality Disorder - Level [-]

Mania - Level [-]

Schizophrenia - Level [-]

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【Medical report】

Name: Qingyue

Sex: Male

Age: 18 years old (20 imaginary years old)

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Strength level: [-]th level

mental state: normal

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Physical state: cell activity - low

Cell Toughness - Low

Cell strength - low

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"Qingyue's level has risen sharply, but his physical fitness has declined; Ren Xiaoyao's level has risen, but his mental state has declined. Qingyue's physical condition is limited. According to evaluation, the highest level he can reach is level 24; Ren Xiaoyue's mental condition is limited. According to evaluation, he can The highest level reached is level [-]."

"No abnormal behavior was found between the two, no traces of the two people practicing the Immortal Clan's skills were found, no traces of contact between the two were found with the Eternal Life Clan, no contact between the two was found with abnormal people, no two people were found..."

The man in black, like a robot, reported the current situation of Ren Xiaoyao and Qingyue one by one in a steady tone without any fluctuations.

"The cultivation talent is average, but the talent in mental illness is not bad?" The young man sank in the soft recliner and tapped his index finger rhythmically on the spotless and smooth table like a diamond cut surface, with a playful and funny expression on his face .

Half-closed his eyes, the man's eyes fell on the two slightly immature faces on the file, and he muttered: "So, why did the god of death choose them..."

'Dididi' 'Dididi' 'Dididi'

The rapid and sharp communicator sounded suddenly, interrupting the man's thoughts.

The name of the person on the caller ID made the man frowned, and he rubbed his index finger on the table twice as if he was thinking about something.

Finally, the man got through the call: "Ling Jue, what are you looking for me for?"

"The monitoring on your side can be cancelled, and there is no need to waste manpower and material resources on them." The cold and angry voice was not softened by the electromagnetic waves, but sounded more indifferent.

"Huh?" The man circled his fingertips on the smooth surface, and the man patiently waited for Zhao Lingjue's explanation.

The communicator was silent for a while, and then Zhao Lingjue's still calm voice came: "We were tricked by him."

"Oh..." He responded meaningfully, and the man whose eyes were fixed on the void pursed his lips, and asked, "So it's a trap with a ring around it?"

"He knows me too well." Obviously, Zhao Lingjue acquiesced to the other party's statement.

Curling his lips, the man joked with a smile: "How did that old saying come from? Your father is still your father."

"Beep, beep, beep..."

Not surprisingly, the man responded with a 'beep' sound of hanging up.

Shaking his head and smiling, the man hung up the communicator and turned to the man in black who had been waiting quietly: "Everyone over there should withdraw."

The man in black nodded silently, his body wrapped in dull colors dissipated like smoke.

But at this time, Ren Xiaoyao, who was watched by countless eyes all the time...

When the school bell rang, Ren Xiaoyao, who packed up the parchment and was about to rush out, was blocked in the classroom by Xiaopang with a pair of crying swollen walnut eyes and his four attendants.

Xiaopang was able to remove three figures of Ren Xiaoyao to block the door frame, with a pair of fleshy fists clenched tightly.The tightly pursed lips were trembling, they were bluish white due to too much force, and the bulging cheeks were tense due to tension or excitement.

Taking two deep breaths, Xiaopang said in an aggrieved voice that didn't fit his figure and momentum: "Ren Xiaoyao... I won't isolate you from now on, don't bully me anymore, okay?"

The vocal cords were so tense that the voice was trembling violently like strings being plucked, even though he had suppressed tears, he could still hear choking.

Ren Xiaoyao blinked his eyes -- at a loss.

Am I familiar with him?Have we communicated?Did I bully him?I don't know him well, how can I bully him?Am I familiar with him? ...

Like a bouncy ball, the thinking that never knows where it will go next time falls into an endless loop of "profound meaning".

Seeing Ren Xiaoyao blinking his eyes innocently but remained silent for a long time without answering, the fat chubby who could no longer restrain his heart from overflowing with sadness cried, hot tears streaming down his chubby cheeks.

Sobbing uncontrollably, Xiaopang said aggrievedly, "I just sued you to the teacher, made my classmates ignore you, spoke ill of you to my female classmates... just threw your parchment into the toilet! How can you bully me?" I!"

"Wait!" Ren Xiaoyao, who was brought back to the topic by Xiaopang's crying, raised his hand to signal him to pause, then looked at crying Xiaopang with surprise eyes: "You threw my parchment into the toilet? Did you throw it?" Which one, why don't I know?"

Sniffing his nose, he turned around and took the paper towel handed over by his attendant to wipe away the snot that had fallen to his mouth. Xiaopang burped and replied, "People... hiccup...human chronicle... hiccup... Shi Najuan."

"The Chronicle of Humanity??" Ren Xiaoyao, whose head was spinning rapidly with blinking eyes, muttered a few words, tilted his head and asked innocently, "Do we still have this class?"

Little *forget to cry* Fat: "..."

"Yes." One of the enthusiastic attendants replied.

Ren Xiaoyao, whose eyebrows were knotted, squeezed his eyes into pitiful horoscopes, and sighed, "Okay..."

"But! It's not important!"

Waving his hands as if chasing flies, Ren Xiaoyao immediately said: "The important thing is that you must continue to isolate me! Not only must you call on the whole class to isolate me! It is better to call on the whole school to isolate me! If you dare not to isolate me, I must beat you into a pig's head!"

I don't want to have any interpersonal relationship with those little kids. It's much easier to endure loneliness than stupidity[Note 1], not to mention that I'm not lonely at all.

"Ah, there is one more thing!" Ren Xiaoyao, who had already squeezed Xiaopang out of the door, turned his head and said with a smile on his face: "Isolation will continue, let's forget about throwing the parchment. Buy it It’s quite expensive, and I’m thinking about selling a second-hand one.”

The children of the poor have already taken charge of their homes!What's more, the child Ren Xiaoyao has to raise a son!

However, just after Ren Xiaoyao walked out of the classroom a few steps, the steps he took were suddenly stopped.The pupils of the eyes half covered by the broken hair on the forehead suddenly expanded, and the dark pupils squeezed the dark brown eyes into thin and narrow rings.

The brain that was always filled with chaotic thoughts suddenly seemed to be as cool as being poured into a bucket of ice water, and those messy thoughts were all washed away. This unexpected clarity made Ren Xiaoyao lose his mind for a moment.

However, it was only for a moment. Before others noticed the abnormality, Ren Xiaoyao narrowed his eyes and said to himself: "Well! Eat meat today! Tell Yueyue, I want to eat meat!"

After returning home humming a ditty that didn't make up a syllable, Ren Xiaoyao casually threw his coat on the sofa and went straight into the practice room.

Sure enough, Qingyue and Pale were waiting for him here.

While the door of the training room was closing slowly and quietly, Ren Xiaoyao said directly: "The group of people has withdrawn."

"Yeah." Qingyue nodded and said affirmatively, "Withdrawn."

In Qingyue's world, there are only 1 and 0. 1 means everything, and 0 means nothing.If Qingyue said she had withdrawn, it meant that no one was left behind.

"But you can't stop the medicine, you know, in case they turn back." Pale, who was always busy, added lightly while flipping through the information in his communicator.

Ren Xiaoyao sat down on his own cushion, shrugged and said indifferently: "I still like this kind of feeling."

Half-closed his eyes, Ren Xiaoyao had a look of aftertaste and enjoyment on his face: "I found that the feeling of being a lunatic is really... very good. You should all try it~ The feeling of thinking jumping all over the sky, no need to think at all ..."

"Heh..." Raising his eyelids and giving Ren Xiaoyao a look of 'you understand it yourself', Pale said coldly: "This is the reason why you went to Yi Chuan, you don't need to think about the consequences so you can do whatever you want."

"Oh." Smacking his lips, Ren Xiaoyao said dryly, "So he still sued you?"

Exhaling a breath, Pale straightened up and closed all the folders and looked at Ren Xiaoyao: "This is not a matter of complaining."

"What's the problem?" Ren Xiaoyao, who tilted his head, looked purer than a baby.

"Is it because I'm mentally ill?" Blinking his eyes, eyelashes flickering, Ren Xiaoyao pursed his mouth: "I've always been...you don't know."

Pale, who couldn't bear Ren Xiaoyao's one-stop behavior of "pretending to be good - playing tricks - not admitting to death", closed his eyes hard to restrain his temper, and then said in a long voice: "Don't! Take it! Spirit! God Sick! Do! Borrow! Mouth!"

"We all know you can control the effects of drugs!"

"Usually when you don't control your nonsense, Qingyue and I never...never force you to do anything. We just want you to relax a little and not be too tired."

"But why can't you think about it for me? Even if it's just a little bit. Can't you restrain yourself a little bit for me?!"

"At least..." Pale bit his trembling lower lip, and whispered, "At least in front of Yi Chuan, don't be so..."

"I'm just thinking too much about you, actually." Ren Xiaoyao, who put away all his expressions, interrupted Pale with a flat face.

"If he doesn't like you, he should stay away from you. Not looking for you when he needs you is a basic respect for the established fact that you love him." Ren Xiaoyao added.

The almost water-filled inorganic eyes looked at Ren Xiaoyao for a while, and Pale's slightly hoarse voice sounded tiredly: "I never told him that I liked him, he didn't even know."

Ren Xiaoyao didn't even bother to make a fake smile for the reason given by Pale: "Oh, hahaha, it's so funny."

"You have the words you like him engraved all over your body, and you tell me he doesn't know? Do you think I'm stupid or he is stupid?"

"If you think I'm stupid, I'm sorry to tell you. I'm just mentally ill and lazy to think, but there's nothing wrong with my IQ [-] percent."

"If you think he is stupid/crazy... I don't think this is an accurate description. The word rubbish is more suitable for him."

Pale, whose protection of Yichuan was deeply rooted in his bones, couldn't restrain his emotions again, and raised his voice: "Ren! Xiao! Yaoyao!"

Spreading his hands, Ren Xiaoyao asked back: "So we are going to fall into the quarrel of elementary school students who shout each other's names? Huh? Can't we just sit down and have a good talk?"

"Are you asking to sit down and have a good talk?" Pale also responded ironically.

"So we're going to start a personal attack? Pale, you can't be more mature. Can you please don't worry about Yi Chuan being like a dog whose tail was trampled on, a child who snatched candy - no reason at all."

"Who is attacking personally?"

"I'm just stating the facts."

"Every molecule that makes you tells me..."

"stop!"

Taking a deep breath, Ren Xiaoyao, who deliberately lowered his tone, was surprisingly convincing: "Pale? Have we reached this point? We agreed not to use your things on us."

"I don't want to either." Pale, who also took a deep breath and tried to calm down, replied, "But your dislike for Yi Chuan has drowned me like a rising sea, and I can't turn a blind eye."

"I hate him because he hurt you, whether it was intentional or not, Pale, he hurt you. And I, a friend who cares about you."

Quietly staring at Ren Xiaoyao for a few seconds, Pale, who seemed defeated, said helplessly, "Can't you just leave my business alone?"

"Sorry, no."

Pressing the heels of his palms against his swollen forehead, Pale said in a low voice, "You really should stop taking the medicine, otherwise you will really go completely crazy."

"You said just now that I can resist the effects of the medicine, but now you say that I have to stop taking the medicine?"

Before Pale could say anything, Qing Yue, who had been on the sidelines, suddenly spoke, pointing the tip of his sword at Ren Xiaoyao: "The problem is that you don't want to resist the effect of the medicine at all, and you are making use of it."

"Yueyue, where are you from?" Ren Xiaoyao exaggeratedly rolled his eyes, and Ren Xiaoyao, who was exuding an unpleasant aura all over his body, turned to Qingyue.

"I'm on the side of reason."

Qingyue's calm and spiritual voice effectively comforted Ren Xiaoyao and Pale: "You really shouldn't go to Yichuan without saying hello to Pale, you don't care about Pale's thoughts at all, you just do whatever comes to your mind. Maybe you didn't even think about it, it was just a spur of the moment."

"But you, Pale." Qingyue turned to Pale, with a more serious tone: "You really should stay away from Yichuan. Xiaoyao has to take some medicines, and you don't need to use those things at all."

"Headache, dizziness, nosebleed..." Pointing to Pale's blood soaked sleeve, Qingyue pursed her lips and said, "There is also coagulation disorder."

Ren Xiaoyao added fuel to the fire: "Coughing has to be added recently."

"Have you checked it?" Qingyue frowned, with obvious worry on her usually calm face: "Even if you look at your dosage, this side effect is abnormally strong."

"Of course, I don't want to die yet, okay?" Pale pouted and clapped his hands after re-projecting the document in front of the three of them: "Okay, this is the end of my crusade meeting! Let's get down to business!"

The author has something to say: Note 1: Citing self-knowledge Q&A.