In Professor Zhu's eyes, Ganlu was not the most talented student in the Department of Psychiatry, but she was the hardest working student, and she almost risked her life to learn it.
A small loudspeaker was passed to her.
Ganlu looked at the charming and handsome face on the TV. Li Ziting raised his eyes slightly. She didn't know if he was looking in her direction.
"Nanlu, you can say it now." Professor Zhu's tone was encouraging.
Ganlu stood up with difficulty, holding a small and exquisite loudspeaker and looking forward, with one hand hanging down and already clutching his sleeve unconsciously.
"Ask him if he is in love! Yes! Yes!"
The girl next to me shouted excitedly.
Are you here to participate in a dating show or to study cases of mental illness?!
After a pause, Ganlu took a deep breath and said, "Professor, please help me cut No. 10. I want to have a chat with him."
The TV screen was cut.
The coldness in Li Ziting's eyes flashed away.
There were boos of disappointment in the classroom.
The face of No. 10 appeared on the big TV screen. It was the ugly pig-headed man. Ganlu forced a smile and asked, "Hello, sir, what are you doing now?"
"I'm a social worker." The pig-headed man smiled naively, stared at the camera with bright eyes, and wiped the saliva from his mouth with his hand.
There were little voices of disgust below.
"That is a very meaningful job." Ganlu said with some admiration, "Being a social worker can help many people."
"No way, my colleagues think I'm not normal, they always bully me." The pig-headed man said excitedly, "Every time there is some hard and tiring work, they always ask me to do it.
They also put all kinds of garbage on my desk and laugh at me forever. Look, these injuries on my hands were all caused by everyone..."
As he spoke, the pig-headed man opened his sleeves and pointed at some red bruises on his hands. As he spoke, he looked like he was about to cry with excitement...
Ganlu glanced at his overly bright and age-inappropriate clothes and said, "I understand, thank you."
After saying that, Ganlu quickly sat down and turned on the loudspeaker.
She just asked perfunctorily, if only one out of ten people has a history of mental illness, who else besides Li Ziting?!
She knew the answer, but she had no desire to express it.
…
The next questions from the students were almost all from girls. The boys couldn't compete with the loudspeakers compared to a group of crazy girls...
Li Ziting's face was frequently cut to his face, such a beautiful face that could make people scream.
Manlu's head is muddy.
She couldn't help but keep looking at the face on the screen, wondering why he was here.
He should obviously be at Harvard in the United States.
…
After asking the same questions as in the wet market, Professor Zhu sent the 10 people away like the god of plague.
Li Ziting, who said nothing from beginning to end, followed and left with no unnecessary expression on his face.
As he left the classroom door, he looked back.
Ganlu didn't understand what he was looking at when he turned around...
Professor Zhu on the podium asked, "Who do you think among these ten people has a history of mental illness?"
"No. 2!"
"No. 2!"
"Everyone who looks so handsome must have some flaws. This is called reverse thinking."
"God created people fairly. He is so handsome. He must be mentally ill!" In Professor Zhu's eyes, Ganlu was not the most talented student in the Department of Psychiatry, but she was the hardest working student. She almost risked her life.
Learned.
A small loudspeaker was passed to her.
Ganlu looked at the charming and handsome face on the TV. Li Ziting raised his eyes slightly. She didn't know if he was looking in her direction.
"Nanlu, you can say it now." Professor Zhu's tone was encouraging.
Ganlu stood up with difficulty, holding a small and exquisite loudspeaker and looking forward, with one hand hanging down and already clutching his sleeve unconsciously.
"Ask him if he is in love! Yes! Yes!"
The girl next to me shouted excitedly.
Are you here to participate in a dating show or to study cases of mental illness?!
After a pause, Ganlu took a deep breath and said, "Professor, please help me cut No. 10. I want to have a chat with him."
The TV screen was cut.
The coldness in Li Ziting's eyes flashed away.
There were boos of disappointment in the classroom.
The face of No. 10 appeared on the big TV screen. It was the ugly pig-headed man. Ganlu forced a smile and asked, "Hello, sir, what are you doing now?"
"I'm a social worker." The pig-headed man smiled naively, stared at the camera with bright eyes, and wiped the saliva from his mouth with his hand.
There were little voices of disgust below.
"That is a very meaningful job." Ganlu said with some admiration, "Being a social worker can help many people."
"No way, my colleagues think I'm not normal, they always bully me." The pig-headed man said excitedly, "Every time there is some hard and tiring work, they always ask me to do it.
They also put all kinds of garbage on my desk and laugh at me forever. Look, these injuries on my hands were all caused by everyone..."
As he spoke, the pig-headed man opened his sleeves and pointed at some red bruises on his hands. As he spoke, he looked like he was about to cry with excitement...
Ganlu glanced at his overly bright and age-inappropriate clothes and said, "I understand, thank you."
After saying that, Ganlu quickly sat down and turned on the loudspeaker.
She just asked perfunctorily, if only one out of ten people has a history of mental illness, who else besides Li Ziting?!
She knew the answer, but she had no desire to express it.
…
The next questions from the students were almost all from girls. The boys couldn't compete with the loudspeakers compared to a group of crazy girls...
Li Ziting's face was frequently cut to his face, such a beautiful face that could make people scream.
Manlu's head is muddy.
She couldn't help but keep looking at the face on the screen, wondering why he was here.
He should obviously be at Harvard in the United States.
…
After asking the same questions as in the wet market, Professor Zhu sent the 10 people away like the god of plague.
Li Ziting, who said nothing from beginning to end, followed and left with no unnecessary expression on his face.
As he left the classroom door, he looked back.
Ganlu didn't understand what he was looking at when he turned around...
Professor Zhu on the podium asked, "Who do you think among these ten people has a history of mental illness?"
"No. 2!"
"No. 2!"
"Everyone who looks so handsome must have some flaws. This is called reverse thinking."
"God created man fairly. He is so handsome, so he must be mentally ill!"