Charlie, the psychiatrist that Song Hai contacted for Song Que, was a middle-aged man with brown hair. He was humorous but not too sharp. He was born with a relaxing aura.
Charlie’s test results were a little better than when he was back in China. Although Song seemed much more ruthless than ordinary people, Charlie still gave a positive evaluation of his mental state: “I mean, I’ve seen a lot of Children who are more destructive than him often give people the feeling of being out of control. But Song is different. He is a very organized person, but his desire to control is too strong, so it cannot be said that there is no problem at all. I My suggestion is to let him have regular psychological talks, and I can also monitor his mental condition. Other aspects of life remain as normal, and there is no need for medication for the time being."
Song Hai was very happy after hearing this. Although he had not established a deep relationship with Song Que yet, he had a good impression of the child. When he heard that the child's condition was not serious, he wanted to keep him at home even more. .
But Song was determined to leave. He knew what was wrong with him, although he felt that it could be improved by being with his relatives. But this kind of meeting every day obviously requires a lot of patience from him, and maybe the effect is not as good as meeting only on weekends. Song's mother was a little shaken at first, thinking that someone who was unfamiliar with the place in country A could still be taken care of by staying at Song Hai's house. But seeing Song being so determined, Song's mother changed her mind.
Seeing that Song Hai couldn't keep the person, he didn't force it anymore and helped the two find a house.
On the day Song Que moved, Song Shibao's eyes turned red and he was held in his arms, burying his face on his shoulder and refusing to come down no matter how Song Hai called.
When Song Que finally left, the little girl's nose was red from crying, and she only let Song Que promise to come back to see her every weekend.
Song Que and Song's mother moved into the small apartment, and they cleaned it for a day before sorting it out like a home. The sun shone into the bedroom, and the dust in the air suddenly had a dreamy light and shadow, but Song quietly felt the blankness in his heart at this moment.
After the panic passed, he actually felt a little familiar. This feeling of being emotionless, trying hard to restrain yourself, and struggling just to be an ordinary person is somewhat familiar.
Song started a regular routine.
Because he was temporarily transferred to study, Song had to take many courses if he wanted to apply for university through the normal route. Song followed the advice of Song Hai and his teacher and took as many classes as possible, which scared the class teacher. According to the head teacher's intention, he wanted to pick some from among them, but unexpectedly, Song chose all the ones that did not conflict with his time. After the teacher mentioned this matter to Song Hai, Song Hai and Song communicated once and let him go.
Each course has a different class composition, but Song doesn't care who those classmates are, nor does he care how many Asian faces there are besides him. Before getting involved in any troublesome interpersonal interactions, he felt comfortable unilaterally cutting himself off from other people.
Song Que's accent has almost been adjusted, but he doesn't like to talk to his classmates. He only speaks when he is asked questions in class or discusses problems with the teacher after class. Within a month, after several questions and tests, everyone came to a conclusion: he was just another weirdo with good grades.
And compared with other children with excellent academic performance, Song Que is a little more annoying because he is so ignorant of others.
While Song Que was getting something from the locker, the popular blond boy in his age group leaned together to talk with his friend. He deliberately and loudly laughed at Song Que's clothes while waiting for Song Que to have an attack.
As a result, Song looked calm and composed. He took out a big book from the locker and opened it. He stared at the book, closed the locker naturally with his hands, and turned around to leave.
This is not the first time.
If Song Que was a little embarrassed, even just a little bit, the blond boy wouldn't be so embarrassed. Song Que's repeated neglect made him embarrassed in front of his friends. Suddenly, the boy's blood boiled. In a moment of excitement, he stepped forward and grabbed Song Que. collar.
The collar got stuck at the back of the neck, making it uncomfortable. Song was no shorter than the boy. Because of the boy's behavior, he turned his attention to the boy for the first time.
Those cold eyes didn't look like human eyes filled with emotion, but rather like some inorganic probe.
The young man who finally got the attention he wished for felt like he had been poured a basin of ice water from the beginning, but he forced himself to ignore this intuition, and wanted to give Song Que some color to let him know that he could no longer ignore him in the future. The young man raised his fist, but Song Que grabbed his wrist.
Without the system, Song lost his physique that could continuously increase his quality points as long as he exercised. But his good habits are still there, and his familiarity and control of every muscle are still there. He can't become a peerless master, but he can easily have a healthy and strong body.
Song Que was already a little annoyed now. He had lost his love for his kind and was already impatient. The boy's inexplicable behavior disrupted his plan, which made people even more angry.
But Song Que's reason told him that this was not a matter that needed to be dealt with in a big way, and he could not beat the boy, as things would become very troublesome.
But Song controlled his desire to destroy, but the hand holding the young man's wrist couldn't help but tighten. The young man's expression changed, but he didn't want to cry out in pain because of his face.
Because the students were all gathered here, the teachers quickly noticed the commotion, but Song was keenly aware of the changes in the crowd, and immediately let go of the blond's hand and turned around to leave. The blonde didn't want people to know that he had just been restrained by Song Que, so he immediately put his red wrist in his pocket and scolded the onlookers fiercely, until everyone was scared away.
The teacher came over and saw nothing, so he could only look at him suspiciously.
Song Que, on the other hand, knew that he was indeed in trouble. Song Yang is not afraid of these campus violence, but in his current state, if one day he fails to control himself and fights with others, Song Yang will definitely call the first level of security, and he may be sent somewhere for discipline. But if you don't fight violence with violence, it's really not easy to deal with these arrogant and domineering children. What's even more troublesome is that now his mind is full of violent thoughts, and it's hard to think of any gentle way to deal with it. Song finally understood what the psychiatrist said. This incident was like a switch. Now his violent and destructive side was brought out. The problem was no longer just how to solve the problem of bullying. He also had to find a way to control or vent himself. desire for destruction.
Song Que quickly became famous in his grade.
In fact, he was famous from the beginning. A student who had just transferred in more than a month after school started was very attractive in size and appearance, but his nerdy behavior was very off-putting. This kind of fame has turned from positive to negative. There is always that kind of small group in the school that is particularly popular, and there are girls in it who want to prank Song Que, lie to him that they want to date him, and then lock them in the equipment room. But Song didn't talk to each other and ignored everyone equally, which made people lose face. Only then did the matter escalate to the point where the boy came forward.
But now, Song has done another big thing. No one knows how he convinced the coach to join the football team, not even the players on the football team know what happened. They were very unhappy with this new teammate and decided to show him some color during training.
Rugby is a sport that involves collisions. These boys were confident that they would not be discovered by the coach. Even if they were discovered, they would just have to beat them to death and refuse to admit it.
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But they didn't know that this was why Song chose rugby.
Song didn't want to become the most popular person. He just wanted to use this kind of violent exercise to become someone that others didn't want to mess with. He wanted to use force to deter him, so that he would have less trouble. At the same time, he would use up this kind of intense exercise to burn off his excess energy. energy and adjust the violent/abusive mentality. Otherwise, the conversation with Charlie will turn out to be very ugly, and it will be a lot of trouble to hide it from several adults.
To this end, Song Que watched several games to learn the rules. He also observed the weakest position of the school football team, conducted point-to-point exercises, and impressed the coach with his green but outstanding performance. Finally, he used some verbal skills, and soon He asked the coach to agree to join the team and train together.
Although this level is still far from officially participating in the game, Song has basically achieved his goal.
After joining the rugby team, Song Que had less time to study. This was inevitable, and it also made Song Que's mood worse. All the negative emotions could only be accumulated and vented in rugby training.
When Song Que first joined, he mainly did basic quality training and individual training. His teammates who were ready to move were full of enthusiasm and had nowhere to vent. After finally waiting for everyone to do group confrontation training together, these teammates with ulterior motives quickly felt regretful. Because Song Que was too cruel, but he was in a position where he wanted to rush into collisions. All his collisions were more justified than theirs, causing them to suffer a lot. The coach also praised him repeatedly, making them unable to tell Song Que apart. Is it intentional or just doing one's duty
After a few practices, Song felt much better, but his teammates were not feeling well. The boys in this position had been injured before and had an instinctive resistance to collisions, so their performance had not been very good. Suddenly switching to Song Que's style really made these boys suffer.
With the coach watching from the sidelines, they couldn't "talk" to Song Que yet. They could only find a way to give Song Que a little color in the group confrontation in the future.
This idea was not realized in the end, not because of anything else, but Song was progressing too fast, and they couldn't target him. Thinking about it carefully, the reason for targeting him in the first place was no longer valid. Jace was so upset by Song Que these days that he finally couldn't help but talk to Song Que when he was drinking water on the sidelines: "Song, can you put some water in the next practice?"
Song Que slightly lowered his eyes to look at the panting young man. He took off his helmet, raised his head and took a sip of water. He stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat from his head, causing the girls watching the practice on the sidelines to scream. Jace glanced enviously, but Song didn't even look anywhere and said to Jace, "I thought you guys liked this."
After saying that, Song Que put on his helmet again and walked back to the field.
Jace looked at Song Que's back and felt like it was over. Sure enough, he knew their intentions from the beginning, right? Seeing that there was no hope of reconciliation, Jace put on his helmet dejectedly and returned to the field, deciding to continue to accept the collision from Song Que.
But unexpectedly, Song slowed down his movements and was no longer as elusive as before. At the end of the training, I was caught by the coach and asked to talk because of my irritating behavior.
But Song persuaded the coach with a few words that moderate release was necessary for the other players. When he looked away, he met Jace's worried gaze.
The silly boy smiled at him.