The disappearance of the school flower selection post made Yu Zhuo extremely popular.
Fuck the ticket all night for nothing! With red blood in his eyes, Yu Zhuo thought fiercely with his language book, Xue Manqing must have done it! If you can’t vote, just use the means behind to delete posts, rubbish!
However, although the post is gone, because it was Qi Ying who ranked first when it was deleted, the title of school flower finally fell on Qi Ying's head.
This excites Yue Li.
It's not in vain that she borrowed a circle of mobile phone numbers from her parents, cousins, cousins, uncles, and aunts last night to register for a Baidu account to vote for Yingying!
Looking at Zhao Dunan, who had a bad face all morning, he was almost exasperated. What about wearing a designer dress and a beautiful watch? It's not as good as a school uniform!
When Yingying's disease is cured and returns to normal, what else can you say about those pink eyes!
In the next class, Qi Ying is going to the infirmary again. Yue Li erected the physics book and secretly passed a small note to her: I heard them say that the psychologist is an expert in the city hospital, very powerful, Ying Ying, are you? Will you be able to talk soon
Qi Ying's pale eyes flashed.
These days, the psychologist has been trying to guide her to speak, but she can't do it.
She tried to make a sound, but this body didn't cooperate with her.
Just like, when the psychiatrist asked her parents about the hero who sacrificed for the people, she could still feel the tingling and resistance of her heart.
But in the pain of the saw, she thought of the general.
He spent his entire life on the battlefield, galloping on the battlefield, guarding his family and the country, and protecting the people in all directions.
Generals are heroes.
So is the great father who sacrificed for the people.
So she resisted the discomfort and resistance, and answered the doctor seriously: Yes, she is proud of her father.
Perhaps, when the body no longer rejects the memory of the parents, she will be able to overcome the obstacles and speak.
After class, Qi Ying and Yue Li went to the toilet together and walked towards the infirmary. From a distance, I saw the principal standing at the door of the infirmary, speaking to the psychologist with a serious expression.
Qi Ying didn't want to interrupt the teachers to discuss business affairs, stood still, and planned to wait for them to finish talking.
On the other end, the psychiatrist sighed: "The attitude is very cold and uncooperative at all. When I come, I sleep. I haven't said a word to me so far."
Not only as expected, but also feels helpless.
The principal asked: "Is there no other way?"
The doctor meditated: "This child has too strong psychological defenses, and he is very vigilant against the outside world. In layman's terms, he does not trust anyone. No matter how serious it is, he may feel that everyone around him is trying to harm him. Now this school organizes this. Mental health activities, after all, are only aimed at the stress and anxiety of ordinary students... ”
Before he finished speaking, the principal already understood what he meant and sighed: "I watched this kid grow up. I originally wanted to take advantage of this school activity to enlighten him. Hey, in that case, he Just forget it if you don’t want to come in the future."
The psychiatrist nodded and said: "Principal Zhou, I don't know what the child's heart is, but the person who needs to untie the bell must be tied to the bell. The main problem may still require more enlightenment and cooperation from the parents."
The principal gave a wry smile, said nothing, waved his hand and left.
In the distance, Qi Ying finally approached after seeing the business talk here. In fact, the psychiatrist saw her early in the morning and still admired the little girl's upbringing and politeness.
As a PTSD patient, except for aphasia, he is no different from ordinary people. It is warm and well-behaved, which is a rare miracle.
And that young man with eyes full of thorns and thorns, what has gone through to be more troublesome than PTSD patients
The psychiatrist shook his head and sighed.
Probably the principal had explained that Liu Yao didn't come to supervise Ji Rang to go to the infirmary on time. He didn't care, anyway, it was just a different place to sleep, and the difference was not big.
Putting his forehead on the desk and playing with his mobile phone, Luo Bing rushed in through the back door of the classroom with a gust of wind.
"Big news! The school flower transfers!"
Ji Rang remained unmoved, pressed his fingers quickly, playing a stand-alone game.
On the contrary, Qu Dazhuang, who has always been keen on gossip, said excitedly: "Really? Why did Xue Manqing suddenly transfer to another school? Where did he transfer? Is it private?"
Luo Bing exaggerated: "Do you really live in the same time and space as us? The school flower has changed a long time ago, a special classmate!"
Qu Dazhuang's mouth was wide open: "Huh?"
Ji Rang, who had been quiet next to him, seemed to be pierced by a needle. He stood up quickly and grabbed Luo Bing's collar: "Who did you say transferred to another school?"
Luo Bing was almost strangled to death, and while rolling his eyes, he said, "Special... Special classmate, Qi Ying, just went to the bathroom and listened to what the second class guy said..."
Ji Rang pushed him aside and rushed out.
When I rushed to the second class classroom, the class bell rang.
The students in the corridor talked and laughed and went back to the classroom to sit down. The second class was also noisy, and the front door was suddenly knocked open with a bang.
The entire second squad was frightened and silenced by the sudden intruder.
Ji Rang stood at the door with an ugly face, the back of his hand violently blue, and his eyebrows under his short hair were cold and wild.
After scanning, Qi Ying was not found.
Two seats are empty.
He could hardly control the hostility in his eyes, and kicked on the nearby desk.
There were two girls sitting in the first row, and they were immediately scared and crying.
The corner of his clothes was suddenly torn.
With gentle force, like the wind of summer night, wrapped in the fragrance of flowers.
Ji Rang stiffened, but his hands clenched into fists suddenly loosened and turned back slowly.
Qi Ying stood behind, holding a stack of exercise books in her arms, a little curious, and a little afraid of him, her eyes softer than the moonlight seemed to ask him: What are you doing here
Ji Rang's chest was finally able to breathe.
As soon as he grasped her wrist, he pulled her toward the entrance of the corridor.
Qi Ying was staggered by him, and the exercise book in his arms almost spilled. He pulled her so hard, and her wrists hurt. Qi Ying struggled twice and didn't shake it off, and the corners of her eyes were red when she was wronged.
Down to the corner, Ji Rang finally stopped.
Qi Ying retracted her hand from his palm, took two steps back with the exercise book, her lips tightened, her wet eyes soft and fragile.
Ji Rang's tight face suddenly couldn't be maintained.
He lowered his head, his dark eyes were filled with messy mess after the violent storm dissipated, but his voice was low and soft, with a young annoyed subdued: "I was wrong, okay?"
Qi Ying didn't know what he was talking about.
She just felt wronged.
He is the one who has been avoiding her, and he is also the one who is suddenly angry now.
She turned her head away from him.
Ji Rang took a candy from the pocket of her school uniform and put it on the stack of history exercise books in her arms.
The pink strawberry fudge is the brand she gave him that time. He found a lot of shops to buy exactly the same, put it in his school bag, and eat one every day.
Qi Ying looked down at the candy, then looked up at the boy.
He was a little awkward, and said dryly, "Give you candy."
She sniffed the sweetness of the sugar and couldn't help but curl her eyes.
Ji Rang said, "Is it okay not to transfer?"
He spoke slowly, and Qi Ying, who was used to reading lips, understood what he meant. She was a little surprised why he asked her like this, she had just transferred to Haiyi, where else could she go
But he nodded obediently.
Ji Rang, like the criminal, was pardoned, and there was light in his gloomy black eyes.
There were rapid footsteps upstairs, and Liu Qinghua’s voice: "Where is Qi Ying? What about people? Who did you say took her away? Ji Rang from Class 9?"
Ji Rang picked the corner of her lower lip, suddenly reached out and touched her head, then took three steps and took one step before jumping down the stairs.
Qi Ying stared blankly at his disappearing back.
Liu Qinghua, monitor Chen Mengjie, and Yue Li rushed over and saw her standing at the entrance of the corridor safe and sound. They were finally relieved.
Yue Li screamed and rushed down. She withdrew her gaze and hurriedly hid the strawberry candy before they came over.
When get out of class was over, Luo Bing rushed in through the back door again.
"Brother! I heard you wrong! It was not a special student who transferred, but the history class representative of Class 2 who transferred, and then their history teacher made Qi Ying the new history class representative..."
He didn't finish speaking, and gave a gloomy look at last season.
Ji Rang: "Come here and get beaten."
Luo Bing: "Oh, let me shed blood for you. You can't do this."
It was a suggestion made by a psychologist to make Qi Ying the representative of the history class. Qi Ying has a quiet personality. Because he can't communicate normally, he doesn't have much contact with classmates.
But she is patient and earnest, and finishes her homework very well every time. If she is given a responsibility, she will surely be able to muster the courage to take it up. This is of great help to deepen the communication between her and her classmates and speak at an early date.
It happened that the history class representative of the second class transferred to another school because of the work of his parents, and it happened that Qi Ying was on top.
A few classmates in Class 2 talked about this when they went to the bathroom, and they were talking about it. They didn't know why it was misrepresented that Qi Ying was going to transfer to another school. Knowing the truth, Ji Rang recalled his performance, really wishing to kick Luo Bing to death.
For the whole day, the eldest man sat on his seat expressionlessly, his whole body exuding an icy air of wanting to kill, and the small brothers around shivered and dared not to disturb.
When school was about to end, Scud Luo Bing came again.
Rushing all the way: "Brother! Let brother! I'll make up for it! New news!"
Ji Rang twitched his lips: "You better be."
Luo Bing shuddered and immediately said: "Really! I saw it with my own eyes! Isn't our last class a physical education class? I came back early. When I passed Class 2, I saw Qi Ying collecting history homework. The one who was promoted to the sports school, did not hand in homework and cried Qi Ying!"
The surrounding air suddenly dropped a few degrees.
Qu Dazhuang said: "Long Hai! I used to be in the same class as the sports school. This bastard is shameless. He cheated and entered the second class. He became a sports committee member and became the chairperson of the study club. "
Ji Rang got up with his schoolbag, with no expression on his face: "Where is the person?"
A group of people encircled Long Hai, the sports committee member of the second class of Gao Maru University, at the back door of the school.
Although Long Hai is domineering, but he never dared to scream in front of Ji Rang, every time he saw him, he would go low and make a small detour. Seeing the gloomy youth in front of him kicked over, he knelt down.
He hurriedly took out all the money in his pocket, crying bitterly and said: "It's all here, brother, it's all here."
Ji Rang didn't answer, kicked his schoolbag, and said coldly, "Open it."
Long Hai hurriedly opened his schoolbag, poured out all the textbooks, and showed it to Ji Rang, "It's really gone."
Ji Rang said: "Find out the historical homework."
Long Hai honestly did so.
Ji Rang squatted down, picked up a pen, struck him on the face with the pen, and said in a dark voice: "Write well to Lao Tzu, finish writing all, and hand in homework honestly tomorrow. One less day without history homework, Lao Tzu Use your finger."
After that day, Haiyi went viral.
The school bully started to force people to do homework again.
The whole school scumbag heard of this and wept bitterly.