Kou Dong didn't want to choose any of them.
In order to escape the fate of women's clothing, he is even keen on dating like never before - even dating a big moth is better than women's clothing.
With this realization, when he clicked on the dating page, Kou Dong's voice was much happier than usual when he thought of being able to temporarily escape from the sailor suit and the rabbit tail.
According to his words, it is full of desire to earn money to support the family.
But from what Ye Yanzhi heard, all he could hear was the other party's desire to escape from women's clothing...
This kind of cheerfulness was a bit of an eyesore to Ye Yanzhi, even though he was no different from an NPC, it didn't prevent him from being unhappy. Under his gloomy gaze, Kou Dong clicked into the dating section, and under the eager gazes of several NPCs, he stretched out his hand to the psychiatrist without thinking.
After all, cuteness comes out of contrast.
Compared with the Heavenly Father, the big moth is much cuter.
He was firmly grasped by the psychology teacher, and the slender hand held him tightly, and immediately dragged him towards him heavily. He heard the slight sound of the wind when the wings flapped, and the soft touch of his lips and cheeks, like a dragonfly lightly touching the surface of a lotus leaf.
Something blinked in the darkness, the glinting brown eyes of a butterfly's wing.
They were all staring at him. In an instant, Kou Dong suddenly remembered the group of plush toys in his dream. They seem to have the same eyes, strange and compassionate, watching quietly.
In the next second, he was completely plunged into this sticky, bottomless darkness.
"Psychological disorder."
The young psychology teacher scratched down these four words on the blackboard and put an emphasis on them.
"Refers to a person's various abnormal psychological processes, abnormal personality traits and abnormal behavior patterns caused by physiological, psychological or social reasons.
The students under the podium looked up at him, not many of them were listening to the class seriously. In the third row, two girls were secretly writing notes, and in the fourth row, there was a pair of unmarried young couple flirting and cursing with their voices suppressed. The rest of the students focused on admiring the teacher's face, staring at his face inch by inch as if it were a world-famous painting, and their eyes flickered after a while.
Kou Dong sat in the last row, resting his face lazily on his hands.
In an instant, he met the eyes of the psychology teacher.
The pupils of the young man were light in color, like diluted amber, soaked in the whites of the eyes like a cold spring. He pushed the thin gold-rimmed glasses on his face, his voice became calmer, but he seemed to look in Kou Dong's direction a few more times.
"The problems caused by mental disorders are definitely serious. But I think it depends on the way people see the world."
This statement is a bit rare, and the students were laughing and laughing, but no one took it seriously.
The young man turned his back and underlined the words "appropriate way accepted by society" in yellow.
"The appropriate way of social recognition." He said calmly, "With the development of the economy, the way of social recognition is always changing. Not long ago, society could not approve women to wear pants, cannot approve free love, and could not recognize individual economic development. This has all changed in a short period of time, which shows that social recognition is not an absolute standard line, and not being recognized does not mean a mistake."
A student asked loudly: "Teacher, are you referring to same-sex love?"
This question made many people laugh, and their eyes swept towards the end. Sitting in the last row, Kou Dong noticed that their particularly meaningful eyes glanced at him one after another, and he was still a little dazed.
He hasn't been swept by so many gossip eyes for a long time.
The psychology teacher also smiled slightly, and pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose.
"Yes," he said, "and no."
"We're talking about a mental disorder. I believe that a mental disorder won't always be an individual problem, but under increasing pressure, it can become a collective problem—"
"When everyone has this problem, no one will think he is wrong."
He paused, smiled deeper, and said something completely incomprehensible to others.
"The best way to hide an iris is to turn everyone else into an iris."
The bell rang for the end of class, but the students in the classroom didn't all leave, but gathered around the psychology teacher in twos and threes. He said he wanted to ask questions, but most of them were petty thoughts when he was in love, as well as nymphomaniacs and gossips. The young man was surrounded by a group of half-aged children, and he didn't look anxious at all. His breath was gentle. It is clean and silently embraces the people around it.
Until a boy picked up his schoolbag and said with a smile, "Stop talking, didn't you understand that Teacher Si's boyfriend has been waiting behind you for a long time?"
"..."
Kou Dong raised his head in bewilderment, and looked around. He was the only one in the last few rows, and all the others left early.
He took a moment to react.
… how.
It's me
Several people chattered:
"Mr. Si is going on a date today?"
"White Valentine's Day, such a cute boyfriend, I would go on a date if I were..."
"What are you going to do? Can't you take the exam?"
"Can you stop rambling, I want to know what gift Teacher Si prepared for her boyfriend, is it romantic?"
Amidst the chaotic noise, the psychology teacher waved his hands with a smile and stopped the group of students who were talking more and more crazy.
"He's thin-skinned, don't joke around."
The students' long voices were filled with souls.
Holding a thin handout in his hand, the man strolled towards him from the podium. Every step he took, the expression on his face became softer, and his pupils finally turned into amber that had almost melted in the sun.
Can flow down like honey.
Only when you pay attention, you will find that his pace has also increased slightly, and he immediately held the young man's hand in his hand.
"Are you in a hurry?"
Kou Dong: "..."
This time he was sure that the legendary boyfriend was himself.
Seeing him shaking his head, the psychology teacher also lifted the backpack he was carrying, and naturally held his hand.
"Let's go."
There was booing whistles from behind, and a student shouted loudly: "Happy White Day to the teacher and the little boyfriend!"
"Be happy and live forever!"
The one talking nonsense was immediately beaten by his companions. The young psychology teacher also seemed to be a little dumbfounded, holding his lover's hand even tighter.
His voice was low, and there was not much meaning of reproach in it, but he seemed to be doting: "These children."
Spring is not yet fully here, and there is still a bit of chill in the wind.
The streets were full of couples, Kou Dong tied a thick scarf around his neck, and walked forward hand in hand with him.
Seeing this, he vaguely felt that something was wrong.
Because it was Valentine's Day, there were quite a few couples on the street, seven or eight of the ten couples were of the same sex. Although Kou Dong’s era was relatively open to same-sex people, and some countries also allowed same-sex people to obtain marriage certificates, acknowledging that their marriages were real and valid, but they belonged to a marginalized minority group.
As far as he saw in the copy, most of them were just ordinary couples with normal sexual orientation. —The current frequency is obviously too high.
Another same-sex couple passed by intimately, one holding the other's waist tightly, like two rice cakes stuck together. Kou Dong couldn't help turning his head to look at it, but the psychology teacher remained calm, as if he didn't feel any strangeness from this scene at all, instead he turned his head with his hand and asked him, "Do you want to eat steak?"
Kou Dong nodded.
"I made a reservation for dinner at the revolving restaurant in advance," the young man said, stuffing one of his hands into his coat pocket, narrowing his eyes, and speaking in a very low voice, "Do you have a heart-to-heart connection?"
Adhering to the theme of "your date is up to you", Kou Dong nodded again.
Everything about it is to make the NPC happy. Going through the normal dating process is better than being forced to suck blood by a vampire.
After experiencing the wave of the blood race, Kou Dong always felt that his psychological endurance was higher than before...
The dating process arranged by a psychiatrist can definitely be used as a model for most boyfriends in the world. The restaurant chooses the top revolving restaurant on the tower, or the window seat, overlooking the night view of the whole city from a high position; the dishes are well matched, a bottle of champagne is opened, and the candles are lighted next to it, which is particularly atmospheric; after a little drunk, the two hold hands in the river While taking a walk, blowing the air, I shared the same pink oolong peach ice cream.
When looking from a distance, the lights at night are connected into pieces, almost falling into the water.
"-wait."
The psychology teacher stopped him.
"The shoelaces are untied," the man said, with a soft and helpless tone, "Be careful, aren't you afraid of tripping?"
Kou Dong's footsteps stopped, and then he saw the other party squatting down in front of him. The man's fingers were slender and clean, and his nails were neatly trimmed. He held chalk on weekdays, but it was still spotless, and his knuckles were not conspicuous.
When he was lecturing, students would not only appreciate his face, but also appreciate his hands, his always straight back, and his two long legs wrapped in trousers.
No wonder it is so popular. It is difficult for such a person to hide in the crowd without being noticed.
… not like myself.
With poor grades and poor family background, it will not shine wherever it is placed. Standing with a man is like an inconspicuous grain of sand next to a pearl.
After having this thought, Kou Dong himself couldn't help being taken aback.
How could he have such negative thoughts
The psychology teacher tied his shoelaces with the hand he used to write on the blackboard. When he stood up, he caught a glimpse of his lover's slightly vacant gaze, and his expression froze. Immediately afterwards, he reached out and touched the young man's side face which was a little cold from the wind, and said with a smile, "What are you thinking?"
Kou Dong didn't speak, but frowned.
He vaguely felt that his state was a bit strange, as if he had changed after entering this copy, and he couldn't control his depression. Even if it is a small matter, I can't help thinking in a pessimistic direction.
Like tying shoelaces.
But Mingming felt very abnormal in his heart, but he still had a smile on his face, and there was nothing wrong with it, "I was just thinking about the food I just ate."
The psychology teacher looked at him fixedly, and turned his fingers around his chin.
"tasty?"
Kou Dong seemed to be separated by an invisible line, thousands of messy thoughts were spinning in his heart, and he was being dragged into the abyss by countless dark hands. He wanted to scream, howl, and run wantonly—but no matter how his heart turned, there was still a slight smile on his face, "It's delicious."
It was the first time he had such a feeling, the muscles on his face seemed to be moving on their own, making expressions on their own, without listening to the brain's command at all.
The psychiatrist didn't speak for a while, and after a long time, he opened his coat and wrapped him in his clothes, with a low and gentle voice.
"Are you sick again?"
His temperature and breath were gentle and warm, Kou Dong was held tightly by him, but he shivered uncontrollably.
"It's okay, it's okay," the young man coaxed in a low voice, and took off his glasses from his face, revealing his amber eyes covered by thin lenses, "as I told you before.—Psychological barriers are just You have a cocoon hidden in your body."
There was an almost morbid, abnormal fascination in his pupils.
"... It will become a butterfly one day."