Zhou Luoyang didn't hesitate when he said this, but he felt ambiguity after he said it, and added: "We are already good friends, we can talk, this is not a matter of sacrificing your personal time to take care of your roommate, but Yes, this is also my personal will."
The vice president hesitated, Zhou Luoyang knew what she wanted to ask, it was nothing more than "You treat Du Jing as a friend, what is Du Jing's idea?" So he quickly added: "Du Jing also thinks the same way, you can ask him."
"Okay," said the vice president, "None of us are doctors, but I trust the diagnostic record given to him by the hospital."
Zhou Luoyang was actually a little worried that there were too many people to talk about. In order to make peace with others, the college asked Du Jing to suspend his studies and go home, or sent him to a mental hospital. After all, this also put a lot of pressure on the college.
It turns out he was overthinking it.
The counselor said, "Then you should take care of each other. If you have any questions, please let me know at any time."
"When will the articles on BBS be deleted?" Zhou Luoyang said, "This is the only thing I care about most, I don't want to be seen by him."
The vice dean said: "I will notify them as soon as possible." Then he said to the counselor: "You have to do the ideological work of the students."
"Yes, yes." The counselor wiped his sweat, and Li Jianlan said to Professor Qi again: "The students today are not as advanced as we used to be. The Internet is too developed. What you say or do, the Internet spreads quickly."
"People always have to face hardships and setbacks," Professor Qi smiled at Zhou Luoyang and said, "The spirit is like molten cast steel, it needs to go through thousands of trials before it can become a sharp blade. '."
Zhou Luoyang was caught off guard when he heard this. After a moment of silence, he nodded and replied, "Grandpa Qi, you are right."
The four people in the conference room waited for a few more minutes. The counselor said a few words about Zhou Luoyang's study. Professor Qi said, "He has no problem. Du Jing's child has no problem. His grandmother was a talented girl. She was very smart. In a class, no one can read her, and everyone calls her Xiaolin Huiyin."
Li Jianlan said: "Hereditary brings pain, but also gives them talent. Genius is more or less, and there is a little trouble in this regard."
"Yeah," Professor Qi said as if recalling a lot of memories, "the so-called ordeal of a genius."
"Then I'll..." When Zhou Luoyang was about to leave, there was a knock on the door outside the conference room, but it was Du Jing who came in, with a white hospital file bag in his hand.
When Du Jing saw Zhou Luoyang, he was obviously startled.
"Why don't you go to class?" Du Jing ignored the other three and instead asked Zhou Luoyang.
Professor Qi said, "It's a rare time for me to come to the college to chat with Luoyang."
"This is Mr. Qi," said the vice president, "this is the first time you meet."
Du Jing glanced at Professor Qi and said, "Hello."
He hesitated for a moment, and finally put the file bag on the table. Zhou Luoyang suspected that it contained medical records, but he didn't look at the file bag. He just raised his head and asked Du Jing, "Aren't you sleeping?"
"I went to the follow-up consultation," Du Jing replied, "I went there in the morning, I didn't tell you."
Zhou Luoyang asked again: "Did you draw blood?"
Du Jing showed Zhou Luoyang his arm.
"Have breakfast?"
"Nope, what about you?"
The two asked and answered with a natural demeanor. The counselor spontaneously shut down Du Jing's sudden schizophrenic attack and chased and killed Jiu Tiao Street with a knife, saying, "Luoyang, he said, he is very..."
"I'm going to starve to death." Zhou Luoyang didn't give the counselor a chance to sell this favor. There was no need to tell Du Jing these words, otherwise it would only cause unnecessary embarrassment.
Du Jing then nodded to them. Zhou Luoyang knew that the three had something to discuss, so he politely bid farewell to Professor Qi, closed the door with Du Jing, and left the conference room.
"When you saw him coming in, you only looked at Zhou Luoyang," Li Jianlan said. "The first sentence was not to say hello to us, but to ask his roommate why he didn't go to class. The two should get along well."
Professor Qi said: "Luoyang is a good boy. He can handle it. I know that the pressure of grades is also very high. You have to believe him. What Du Jing hopes most is to treat him as a normal person and not to emphasize his illness. Give him a chance, let him feel our joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys, and give yourself an account in the future, right?"
Li Jianlan nodded and said, "Sir is right."
At twelve o'clock, the professor's cafeteria was closed today, and the students' cafeteria gradually became lively. Zhou Luoyang took advantage of Du Jing's meal to check his phone, and the article on BBS hadn't been deleted.
Du Jing looked as usual, called Zhou Luoyang for lunch and bought a drink.
Zhou Luoyang asked, "Is the follow-up visit normal?"
He didn't even ask Du Jing what's wrong. After all, he said "re-examination", and Zhou Luoyang asked along the way.
On the last day before the New Year's Day holiday, all the students were chatting about where to go to play at night, and there were boys on the stage playing video on their mobile phones, which made Zhou Luoyang very irritable.
Du Jing couldn't hear clearly and said, "What?"
Zhou Luoyang was a little louder and repeated it once, and Du Jing nodded.
"Check the effect of drug metabolism, so blood is needed!" Du Jing replied.
Zhou Luoyang said, "Are you still going to shoot arrows in the afternoon?!"
Du Jing said, "Go! Are you going?!"
Zhou Luoyang has always wanted to go and have a look, but he has no time for the end of the term. He knows that Du Jing doesn't like basketball and other club activities that many people cooperate and contact. He used to feel that Du Jing's mood was not stable, but now he finally understands, because With bipolar disorder, he was afraid that he would not be able to control himself and would have disputes with others, so he chose archery, which required the least dealing with people.
"Can you?" Zhou Luoyang said.
Du Jing didn't hear clearly, and looked around, very irritable, Zhou Luoyang interrupted immediately and repeated loudly, drawing Du Jing's attention back. Du Jing said, "Of course! What are you thinking?!"
"Hurry up and go back after eating!" Zhou Luoyang said, "It's too noisy in the cafeteria."
The two ate lunch in silence. Zhou Luoyang gave him a chicken leg and said, "You eat this, I want to eat your fish belly."
"It's all for you," Du Jing said, "I've been discriminated against again."
Zhou Luoyang: "?"
"I've been discriminated against again!" Du Jing pointed to the dishes on the plate and motioned him to look at the portion. There were only three pieces of meat, and Zhou Luoyang laughed.
Whenever Zhou Luoyang went to cook, the plate was very rich, and when Du Jing went to cook, he always had to eat a note of the madness of the cafeteria aunt, and the pain of the meat and vegetables running away. As a remedy, Du Jing usually Make a double serving, you can't finish it.
Nearly ten minutes later, halfway through the meal, Du Jing suddenly asked, "What are you?!"
Zhou Luoyang looked blank, looked up at Du Jing, Du Jing's expression was a little wrong, maybe because the noisy environment made him annoyed.
"I said! What are you?! Are you worried about me?! What's wrong with me?!" Du Jing asked Zhou Luoyang as if no one else was beside him.
Zhou Luoyang reacted immediately, the counselor's words made Du Jing sensitive.
"No!" Zhou Luoyang said, "I didn't worry about you!"
"What is it?" Du Jing said, "Tell me!"
Zhou Luoyang knew that he wanted to dispel Du Jing's doubts, so he could only answer him seriously. He thought about it for a while, and chose the latter between "returning to the bedroom and talking" and telling him directly.
"I said, I like you very much." Zhou Luoyang replied.
Du Jing had a hostile expression on his face, and asked suspiciously, "What?!"
"I'm not worried!" Zhou Luoyang said loudly to Du Jing, as if there was no one beside him, "I like it! I said I like you very much!"
The surroundings were completely silent in an instant, and everyone, including those who set up the stage next door, looked at Zhou Luoyang and Du Jing together.
Zhou Luoyang: "…"
Du Jing: "..."
Du Jing's face turned red in an instant, and the surroundings burst into laughter on the spot. Zhou Luoyang looked at them strangely, but after a while, everyone became accustomed to it and continued to make noise and eat their meals without making a fuss, knowing that this was not an confession.
When a straight man says "I like you" to a straight man, the aura is obviously different, which can still be distinguished.
Du Jing's previous hostility was instantly swept away.
In the afternoon, the two returned to the dormitory, and Du Jing went to feed the tortoise, feeding it food while taking medicine by himself. One person and one turtle, each eats his own. Zhou Luoyang reluctantly looked at his phone, and the article was finally deleted, thank God. The turtle also began to be willing to eat, and everything became easier.
There were not many people in the archery club in the afternoon. The president asked Du Jing, "Why don't you come for lunch?"
Du Jing replied, "I forgot."
Zhou Luoyang just remembered that Du Jing originally planned to participate in the club dinner, but if he didn't want to go, he wouldn't go. He hurriedly apologized to the president and said, "It's my fault that I called him away."
The president waved his hand, obviously he didn't have much hope for Du Jing to participate in the group activity.
Du Jing's answer to this was: "It's okay, I didn't want to go. I'll teach you how to shoot a bow."
Du Jing himself put on the single-piece leather armor and wrist armor that integrated his left shoulder, took out the quiver, and put on the equipment for Zhou Luoyang. Zhou Luoyang moved his arms and looked at Du Jing.
"Like me."
Du Jing stood in front of him, doing the action of bending a bow and an arrow, starting with a beautiful and standard hand, focusing his eyes, and looking at the opposite target.
Zhou Luoyang was attracted by Du Jing's expression. The scar across the bridge of the nose was especially clear under the light of the overhead lights on the practice ground.
Zhou Luoyang remembered the phrase "Scarface" on BBS that made him angry, but at this time he couldn't help but think: Scarface is quite handsome.
Du Jing: "?"
Zhou Luoyang nodded and tried to draw the bow.
"Don't move." Du Jing said.
Du Jing began to correct Zhou Luoyang's movements, and supported his right elbow with his palm. The left hand is still uncontrollable and trembling slightly.
"Relax, don't be tense," Du Jing replied, "Let go, don't move your face."
Zhou Luoyang fired an arrow, but as expected, it missed the target.
Zhou Luoyang: "It's quite interesting."
Du Jing asked Zhou Luoyang to stand up straight, stand behind him, and started teaching him with his hands. Drawn the bow.
"Relax," Du Jing said solemnly, "don't be nervous."
This next week, Luoyang was almost held in Du Jing's arms, and he was very itchy when he spoke in his ear. His ears were starting to turn red. The posture of teaching people to bend bows and arrows was too ambiguous. No less than teaching people how to play golf.
"The archery club is simply the lore of picking girls." Zhou Luoyang joked.
If he were a girl, he would definitely be unstoppable against Du Jing.
He also noticed that there were boys wearing Hanfu, or even flying fish suits from the Ming Dynasty, and brought their girlfriends over to teach archery. The scene was quite handsome. I thought that when I entered the archery club next semester, I would buy a suit myself, it was so handsome that it took off.
Du Jing freed one hand from behind, pushed Zhou Luoyang's chin, and asked him to turn to the target to see where he should look: "Look at the target, where are you looking?"
Zhou Luoyang said, "Let go!"
Zhou Luoyang let go of his hand, and Du Jing only used virtual force for that, the arrow dragged the clicker and brushed away from the bowstring.
Hit the bullseye.
"Handsome!" Zhou Luoyang said, "How long have you been practicing?"
Du Jing replied, "Not for a long time."
"How many arrows did you shoot for me?" Zhou Luoyang took out his mobile phone and wanted to record a video for Du Jing so that he could learn from it when he went back.
Du Jing didn't avoid the camera this time. First, he held a bow in his left hand and released an arrow, then took up another bow in his right hand, and released another arrow. Five or six arrows in a row, all nailed to the red heart.
Zhou Luoyang laughed when he saw that his posture was quite standard. But for some unknown reason, in the entire archery club, a few people noticed Du Jing's actions and exclaimed "Yo!".
A group of people began to applaud, and even the president whistled and gave Du Jing a thumbs up.
Zhou Luoyang: "??"
Du Jing didn't respond, and motioned Zhou Luoyang to continue with the practice bow.
Zhou Luoyang opened his bow and asked the president, "Why did you applaud just now?"
"Bow from left to right! Bow from left to right!" The president's expression was filled with admiration for Du Jing. "How did you do it? I haven't seen you practice normally, Du Jing! You are so good! You are so good!"
The president ran over again. He never paid much attention to Du Jing, and asked Zhou Luoyang, "Are you his friend? Are you coming to our club?"
Zhou Luoyang hadn't answered yet, but Du Jing said, "He's coming."
Zhou Luoyang said: "I will hand over the materials when recruiting new students next semester."
"Don't be distracted," Du Jing replied with only one sentence, then said to Zhou Luoyang, "Continue."
President Zhou Luoyang said: "Can you help me record it? I want to see what's wrong with the action."
There is a mirror in the archery club, but Zhou Luoyang wanted to record it and go back to see it, so the president took the phone and watched with Du Jing. Zhou Luoyang shot a few arrows, and Du Jing stood behind him and hugged him again, correcting his bow-drawing posture.
"You are too nervous," Du Jing said, "and your hands are shaking."
"I wasn't nervous just now," Zhou Luoyang said. "You taught me your hand, and I started shaking."
Du Jing put his hand down, put his hand on Zhou Luoyang's waist, looked sideways at the target, then lowered his head slightly to look at Zhou Luoyang, and said, "Keep your eyes level."
This action is too ambiguous. It was the first time that Zhou Luoyang had been in such close contact with a man, and his heart could not help beating. Beyond the safe distance, the alarm sounded one after another in the heart, and the secretion of adrenaline and hormones suddenly exceeded the standard, bringing a mixed feeling of tension, stimulation and anxiety.
He had to be distracted by the alarm and aimed at the target, half excited, half trembling with danger.
Du Jing was very natural, as if he had acquiesced to Zhou Luoyang's invasion of his own territory, and was used to him staying in the area around him, and even allowed him to get closer.
"Okay," said the president, "go back and see for yourself."
Zhou Luoyang took the phone and put it away. As soon as the president left, Du Jing let go of Zhou Luoyang, walked to the side, and looked at him intently.
Zhou Luoyang breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the target intently.
"Are you acting handsome just now?" Zhou Luoyang was a little puzzled.
Du Jing replied, "No."
"It's obvious that he's playing handsome," Zhou Luoyang finally came back to his senses and said, "The bow is drawn from left to right, but I can't understand it."
"Who is it?" Du Jing asked seriously.
Zhou Luoyang said: "I'm going to buy bows and arrows after the holiday. This activity is very interesting. We will practice together in the future, and I don't want to go to the basketball club."
"I bought it for you." Du Jing asked, "Why don't you want to go? Was bullied?"
"No," Zhou Luoyang said, "I just don't want to play basketball recently."
Du Jing drew his bow, shot an arrow, and replied, "Don't you want to accompany me again."
Zhou Luoyang also shot an arrow, missed the target again, and replied, "Of course not, why do you always think this way? You should have brought me here."
Du Jing drew his bow, Zhou Luoyang observed his movements, and drew his bow too, Du Jing suddenly said, "I was going to tell you tonight, but I didn't expect them to give me this chance. I've always been afraid, afraid of you. I didn't dare to say it because I was afraid that you would alienate me."
"What?" Zhou Luoyang asked blankly.
"I have bipolar disorder," Du Jing said seriously, "I found the post on BBS for a long time, and I don't want you to see it."
Zhou Luoyang put down the drawn bow again, holding the bow and arrow, staring at Du Jing, Du Jing also loosened the drawn bow and arrow and looked at Zhou Luoyang silently.
They stood quietly, looking at each other.
Zhou Luoyang realized that he was much more important to Du Jing than he thought.
Later, he listened to "Stan" many times, and slowly, he thought he knew Du Jing.