The freshman frowned and said, "It's okay for girls to wear it, but it's too embarrassing for boys to wear it. Don't you have any objections?"
"What's there to object to? We might as well have more." The senior student reminisced, "That week in the school cafeteria, she paid for everything if you wore a short skirt. I heard she paid over 20 million yuan in the end. I had such a great time eating meat back then."
"Fuck, is it still available this year? I want to wear a short skirt too." The freshmen were impressed.
On the stage, Xiao Xun'er continued her immature speech with a cold expression, as if she was completely unaware of what outrageous words she had said.
This is the daily life of Xiao Xun'er, a student council president with severe chuunibyou but very rich, the most beautiful and sickest in the history of Ocean University.
Haida was about to be tormented by her.
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The afternoon sun shines into the treatment room through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting the entire room a warm light golden color.
Gu Ying sat on the soft fabric sofa, holding a cup of steaming floral tea in her hand. The fragrance of the tea mixed with the faint scent of lavender in the room made people relax unconsciously.
She was wearing a beige knitted cardigan today, with a light apricot silk shirt underneath and a thin pearl necklace tied around her collar, which made her skin look as rosy as jade. Her long hair was loosely tied behind her head, with a few strands hanging by her ears, adding a gentle, wifely feel to her.
The young girl opposite, her patient, had bloodshot eyes, dark bags under her eyes, and was in a very poor mental state.
"Ms. Wu, are you still having trouble sleeping recently?" Her voice was gentle, like a cup of just the right amount of hot tea.
Miss Wu clenched the tissue in her hand, her knuckles turning white. "Doctor Gu, I...I dreamed about the car accident again."
Her voice trembled. “It’s been two years, but every time I close my eyes, those images come back.”
Gu Ying leaned forward slightly, the sleeves of her knitted cardigan sliding down, revealing her slender wrists. "Can you describe that dream to me?"
"It was that truck again... the blinding headlights... I desperately tried to hold onto Mom's hand..." Ms. Wu's breathing quickened. "Then I'd wake up in a cold sweat, my heart beating so fast it felt like it was going to explode... I was in so much pain, Dr. Gu, please help me."
Gu Ying gently pushed a glass of warm water over: "Can you drink some water first?"
Her fingertips tapped the rim of the glass: "You feel like this glass of water is shaking violently."
Miss Wu stared at the water cup in a daze.
"But look." Gu Ying's voice was gentle but firm: "As long as you stop, the water will slowly return to calm."
A few bird calls were heard outside the window, and the only sound in the clinic was the ticking of the wall clock. Miss Wu's breathing gradually stabilized.
"Was the breathing method we tried last time helpful?" Gu Ying said again.
Miss Wu shook her head: "I tried, but it didn't work."
"It's okay." Gu Ying smiled: "Let's try a new method today."
She pulled a sand tray from a drawer. "Can you recreate the scene that disturbed you here?"
As Miss Wu trembled as she placed the toy truck into the sandbox, Gu Ying handed over two small figures, one large and one small, and asked, "Do you want to try changing the ending?"
Miss Wu nodded and made the changes. After the big and small dolls crossed the road safely, her hands finally stopped shaking.
After the diagnosis and treatment, the assistant couldn't help but sigh while sorting out the records: "Dr. Gu, you are amazing. You have cured another patient with PTSD."
Gu Ying shook her head slightly: "It's not that I'm great, it's that they already have the power to heal themselves. I just help them find it."
The assistant held her chin, looked at Gu Ying's pretty and gentle appearance, and couldn't help but say: "But you are so beautiful, just looking at you will make me feel better, right?"
Gu Ying laughed and was about to answer when the door of the clinic was suddenly pushed open.
A delicate little girl came running in, calling out in a baby voice, "Mom!"
Gu Ying's expression instantly softened incredibly. She bent down, picked up the little girl, and kissed her cheek: "Xiao Ru Ru, why did you come here?"
The little girl hugged her neck and said with a smile: "Kindergarten is out of school! I miss my mother!"
The assistant couldn't help but smile as he watched this scene.
This is Gu Ying’s daily life: a gentle psychologist, a reliable listener, and also a mother who is depended on by her daughter.
Her charm does not lie in her dazzling appearance, but in her gentle and silent nature that makes people unconsciously want to get close to her, want to trust her, and even want to become someone like her.
Zhong Yanhua, Chen Jingwei, Song Chan, Li Huiyue, Xiao Xun'er, and Gu Ying, even when Lin An is not around, they can still live an excellent and wonderful life.
Of course, life was more exciting when Lin An was around.
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