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It was a rare Sunday when he had nothing to do, and he learned about something important, so Letang slept until noon.
As soon as I woke up, I received a call from Sister Jing: "Aren't you at school? I went to your dormitory, but no one was there."
"I'll be coming to school right away!"
"Hurry up."
The sleepyhead was scared away instantly, and Letang quickly put on his clothes and got ready.
Bai Ruicai had been sitting on the sofa in the living room, waiting for him to get up. When he saw him leave the room, he rushed out like a whirlwind before he could say a word, leaving only a sentence: "I'm going out!"
Looking at the heavily closed door, Bai Rui frowned.
Who are you going to see again?
Letang hurried to the school. Sister Jing was waiting in the security room at the main entrance. Seeing him running over, she cried out, "Ouch!" "Run slower, be careful not to fall."
"It's not urgent for me to come to you. There's no need to be so anxious."
Letang was weak and was out of breath after running such a distance. He had to support his knees for a long time before he recovered.
"Didn't you eat?"
Sister Jing took out a box lunch and handed it to him. When she opened it, it was still steaming and full of dishes that students loved. "I just finished eating and packed one for you. Eat it first."
They found a pavilion and waited until Letang finished his meal before Sister Jing spoke.
"I called you here today because of what happened yesterday."
After all, kidnapping students is no small matter. After the rescue was completed last night, the police called the school to inform them. By the time Sister Jing got the news, it was already three o'clock in the morning.
She asked about the details of what happened yesterday. Letang briefly told her what happened and did not mention the reason why he got close to Zhou Jieyu. He only said that they were friends he made in the club.
"It's a blessing in disguise that nothing serious happened this time." Sister Jing felt a wave of fear after hearing this. "Pinghe College is quite special. It has suffered many similar incidents over the years. This time it was the teacher's negligence."
Letang shook his head repeatedly: "No, no...it's not easy for you to be a class teacher."
"Don't comfort me."
Sister Jing said this, but her heart had already softened. Although Letang had excellent grades, he had some personality issues and had difficulty integrating into the group, which Sister Jing also found difficult.
But recently, especially after he participated in a micro-film event, Sister Jing felt that he had become a lot more lively, and with his good looks, he was very likable.
"There's another reason why we called you here today. After all, you've experienced something as vicious as a kidnapping, and the school is concerned about your mental well-being. So, we've arranged for a psychologist to come and help you with your concerns. Don't feel burdened; just treat it as a normal chat."
Sister Jing took him to the psychological counseling room and saw Zhou Jieyu already sitting in the reception area.
The Fu family did not want her identity to be made public, so she sat quietly alone without anyone accompanying her.
Today she didn't wear those beautiful and exquisite Lolita clothes, but only wore a simple casual outfit, with her beautiful black hair draped over her shoulders, looking clean and refreshing.
When she saw Letang, she pursed her lips, hesitated for a long time, and finally said nothing.
The psychology teacher was a kind old lady named Ms. Wang. She invited Zhou Jieyu in first. Halfway through, Sister Jing received a call and said she had something to deal with, so she asked Letang to sit here and watch TV.
Letang was bored and clicked on an episode of Tom and Jerry, thinking that he would have to wait for a long time.
As a result, a person walked in before even half an episode of Tom and Jerry was finished.
Letang exclaimed, "Ah!"
The other party obviously still remembered him. Seeing him stunned for a moment, he walked over and nodded to him: "Long time no see."
Shiny and soft leather shoes, a straight and expensive suit, and meticulously combed hair.
It was the man who kindly carried water for him last time.
The difference from last time was that today he wore a pair of glasses, which rested lightly on his tall and distinguished nose bridge, making him look gentle and knowledgeable.
"Hello."
Le Tang was always intimidated by the aura around him. As soon as he walked in, he stood up unconsciously, clasped his hands in front of him, cautious and well-behaved.
Both of them fell silent for a moment.
The other person was standing one step away from him, and even with his head lowered, he could feel his gaze on his face.
Letang was just wondering how to start the conversation when a passionate piece of music came from the TV nearby, breaking the awkwardness between the two of them.
"Watching cartoons?"
"Ah, yes." Letang glanced at him cautiously, "Are you... a doctor?"
He thought very simply that adults who frequently came in and out of the school were most likely teachers or other people who worked there, and since he appeared in the psychological counseling room, he was probably the psychologist there.
Sure enough, I heard the other party say "hmm".
"So you're here to treat me?"
"Are you sick?"
Letang thought for a moment and said, "It doesn't seem to be the case. I think it's pretty good, but the teacher asked me to take a look at it for you."
The other party was silent for a moment.
Letang took a look at his expression, which was cold. Coupled with his tall stature, he looked very oppressive. Letang was so scared that he thought he had said something wrong and made him angry, and he immediately dared not even breathe.
"Go sit inside first."
The man took him to another room and motioned him to sit on the sofa. Not wanting to delay for even a moment, Letang quickly sat back, his back straight and his eyes still.
"Don't be nervous."
The man moved a chair and sat facing him, his hand resting on his knees, the joints of his hands clearly visible. "Are you feeling unwell?"
Letang shook his head, afraid that he hadn't seen it, and added: "No."
"Lie down first."
Behind Letang was sitting on a soft leather sofa, which made a slight friction sound when he lay down.
Letang lay defenselessly under the man's nose, smelling the unique smell of leather under his body. He felt a little stuffy in his chest and his heartbeat began to accelerate.
He had always been nervous when seeing doctors since he was a child, let alone facing a man with such a cold expression and a temperament like an iceberg.
Letang looked up at the ceiling, trying to think of something else.
Oh right, I haven't asked the other person's name or surname yet, otherwise I wouldn't know how to address him...
Just as Letang was about to ask, the man's hand touched his wrist: "Does it hurt?"
The man's hands were broad and strong, and he pinched his wrist without much effort, leaving a red mark soon.
“…It doesn’t hurt.”
It would be a lie to say it didn't hurt. Letang always felt like his arm was about to be broken.
The hand moved up again and pressed on his elbow: "Here?"
"It doesn't hurt."
The hand continued to move upwards, but Letang couldn't bear it anymore and shrank away.
He was afraid that the man would get angry, so he quickly sat up and explained in a low voice: "It itches there..."
"He can move normally, so it seems there's no big problem."
The man said, bending down to pinch his ankle again.
Isn't it supposed to be a psychological exam? Why did you start by asking if his hands and feet hurt? It's different from what's shown on TV...
Letang thought that the other party was treating him and he couldn't make things worse. He had to endure it this time no matter what.
But the more he thought about it, the more sensitive his skin became. As soon as the dry and warm hand touched his skin, his abdomen tensed.
He gritted his teeth and endured it, reaching out to pinch the edge of the sofa, barely avoiding dodging. But as the hand moved upwards, kneading and rubbing everywhere, it was both painful and itchy. Letang's whole body trembled violently, and his breathing was disordered and rapid.
He thought he was holding it in very well, but anyone with a discerning eye could see it, let alone the man who had been touching him for a long time.
He looked so uncomfortable, but he didn't know where the pain was.
This is the first time I've encountered such a situation.
The man withdrew his hand after careful consideration: "Did it get bumped anywhere?"
Letang recalled being tied to a chair and kicked to the ground yesterday: "My head hit."
"The back of the head?"
Letang nodded.
The man gestured for him to sit up, touched his head, and pressed and rubbed it with his rough fingertips neither lightly nor heavily.
Letang was not struggling, but as he was held down by him, his head moved forward little by little like a woodpecker, his eyes wide open, looking a little aggrieved.
"There's no swelling, we need to take an X-ray."
"Filming??"
Le Tang was stunned. Did they even have to make a movie about mental illness? Was this novel's setting so high-tech?
"Can we not take the photo?" Letang did not forget that the original owner's family was in financial difficulty and had very little money in their pocket.
The man frowned seriously and said, "No."
Seeing that he looked angry, Letang didn't dare to refuse anymore. When he said he wanted to take him to the hospital, he had no choice but to follow him out.
Just then, Zhou Jieyu and Teacher Wang from next door also finished their work and came out. They saw Letang and the man standing together in the living room.
Teacher Wang was a little surprised: "Why are you here?"
The man said respectfully, "Teacher."
"I'm on vacation today and happened to be passing by the school, so I came to see you, teacher."
Teacher Wang smiled until her eyes narrowed. "I met you not long ago when I invited you to give a speech at school. You're the most promising and conscientious of all my students!"
Letang looked left and right, then realized, "Isn't he the psychologist here?"
Teacher Wang said cheerfully, "He's a doctor, but he's not a psychologist. Why? You rarely take a break, and you're treating this kid?"
By now, all parties involved have realized that this was a misunderstanding.
Letang’s face suddenly turned red: How embarrassing!
It's fine if you recognized the wrong person, but you even dragged someone else to treat a disease that doesn't even exist...
Letang really didn't dare to look at the man's face again. She wished she could find a place to hide in and never come out.
"I'm sorry...I made a mistake..."
Letang's voice was so thin and soft that it was almost inaudible at the end.
"It's okay, as long as you're fine."
He then turned to Teacher Wang and said, "Since you have something else to do, I won't bother you anymore. I'll see you next time."
"Okay, okay. If you're too busy, you don't have to come all the time. Just call and send me your thoughts."
After the man said goodbye to Teacher Wang, he glanced at Letang, as if he had something to say.
But Letang was too embarrassed to see anyone, so he kept his head down to avoid him, so naturally he didn't see what he meant.
When Letang finished talking with Teacher Wang and came out, the man had already left.
Zhou Jieyu was still sitting outside waiting for him.
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