When asked why she participated in this experiment, An Ye hesitated.
"The money—there's a generous reward for participating in the experiment, so I came."
Her answer was very sincere, and compared to the unreliable reason of dedicating oneself to scientific research, this reason was obviously more likely to convince people of the subjects' cooperation.
An Ye looked up and realized that it was the woman who had saved her that night.
The familiar face eased her tense nerves for a moment.
Song Xingyao's eyes lacked the insightful and shrewd gaze of a psychologist; instead, they held a gentle and approachable quality that made people feel relaxed.
Seeing that she wasn't in a very good state, Song Xingyao ended the interview early, handed her the project application form, and asked her to fill it out carefully before leaving.
As she walked to the door, she looked at An Ye through the glass of the reception room; An Ye looked really bad.
Like an addict who is occasionally lucid, her eyes are devoid of light, her aura is low, and she appears weak and powerless, even though she uses makeup to conceal her fatigue and tries to look at herself with difficulty.
It's like, what major blow did you suffer?
She recalled the day the pawnshop owner pointed his finger at her and berated her, making her the target of everyone's ire.
A young college girl, once vibrant and energetic, is now listless and dejected. I really want to help her.
But these are not things she can control. The problem she needs to solve is what An Ye most wants to forget in the college application form.
An Ye looked at the form in front of her and quickly filled in all the questions in each column.
My hand, holding the pen, paused on the hypnotic memory time points and brief event overview of this experiment.
Somewhat hesitant, there was a red "confidential" stamp in the upper right corner.
But her hand remained still, her fingers gripping the pen trembling slightly from the force.
The last stroke of the pen was used to write down the time and the unbearable memories described in a few words.
Following the instructions, I put the application form into the envelope and sealed it. Tears welled up in my eyes without me even realizing it, wetting the tape sealing the envelope.
She quickly covered the corner of her eye with her sleeve.
Then, after finishing writing, he handed the document to Lolo, who was waiting at the door, adjusted his hat, and quickly left.
Seeing her like this, Luo Luo paid her a few more glances and muttered, "So eager..."
"Teacher Song, these are the application forms we just collected. That girl seemed a bit off. She's so pretty, yet she was wearing such a big hat to cover her face."
He handed over what he was holding and left the office.
Song Xingyao took it, saw the water droplets on it, remained silent for a moment, then quickly tore a small hole and took out the support form.
The girl's handwriting was as delicate as she was. She didn't pay attention to the formatted things and focused her gaze directly on the key words.
The feelings of nausea and struggle are evident in just two short lines.
[Participant's memory: Because her mother was hospitalized, she sold herself to a middle-aged man for 200,000 yuan twice.]
The profound strokes and the most concise words set him apart from his self-degrading position; no one could read the helplessness and disgusting struggles in that short sentence.
Song Xingyao recalled An Ye that night, who was like a timid and easily frightened little rabbit, trapped in the crowd and at a loss.
But today, his face was completely numb, like a pool of stagnant water.
What exactly happened in just a few days?
An Ye returned to her dorm and, without eating, stayed in bed.
Her roommates felt something was off and asked her if she wanted them to bring her food, but she refused.
Her roommate knew that An Ye's mother had an accident and was hospitalized, but she didn't seem like the kind of person who would be devastated by this.
I felt that something was off about her mood, and I hesitated whether to tell the teacher about her situation.
An Ye wrapped himself in the blanket, but still felt a lingering chill.
When I close my eyes, all I see is a disgusting face, the girl's sobbing and crying in my mind, and the sound of blood splattering all mixed together.
They eventually sank to the bottom of the deep sea, and a roaring sound came from their ears.
She covered her ears, trying to relieve the discomfort caused by tinnitus, struggled for a while, and then fell into a deep sleep.
Song Xingyao stared at the form for a long time, so long that she didn't look up until Luo Luo came in again with a lunchbox.
"Let's go with this girl! Contact her for me, the trial will officially begin next Monday."
“Okay!” Luo Luo took the resume from Song Xingyao and glanced at it. “So it’s an art school. No wonder you have such a great presence.”
"Oh, right!" Song Xingyao called out to her, "Tell them that I have some things to do this weekend. If it's urgent, they can contact Professor Xu, or I can wait until I get back to handle it."
Lolo gave an "OK" sign and left the office.
Tiansheng Top Floor.
Pei Jing returned to his office and reported to Fu Siming, "Lunch has been delivered to Madam."
"Hmm," Fu Siming said without looking up, twirling the black and gold fountain pen in his hand. "What's been happening with Jiang Jiayao lately?"
Pei Jing: "It's strange, these days I haven't seen Minister Jiang make any other moves. He probably received the news that he can't be re-elected, so he plans to pack up and leave."
"We should still be careful; we don't know what he might do if he gets anxious."
"Yes!" After a pause, he looked up. "As for the Fu family... Fu Bowen is frequently engaging in cross-border transactions. Do you want to get involved with those... things?"
Pei Jing hesitated twice over the short sentence.
On the one hand, the Fu Group was established by the Fu family. Unexpectedly, in order to increase profits, Fu Bowen secretly invested in the trade of contraband. Although Fu Siming had almost no connection with the Fu family after he founded Tiansheng, if something went wrong with the Fu family, it would inevitably affect Tiansheng.
Therefore, we can only wait and see how Fu Siming handles the situation.
Fu Siming's cold eyes revealed a hint of mockery, "What an idiot. Find an opportunity to teach him a lesson, sort out all the interests of Tiansheng Group related to the Fu family, and clean them up completely."
"yes!"
Fu Siming was left alone in the office, leaning back in his chair.
The speed at which his fingers spun the pen tip increased. Unexpectedly, no sooner had Jiang Jiayao left than Fu Bowen was already anxiously looking for a way out.
He didn't understand why his older brother insisted on proving himself superior to him.
With Jiang Jiayao's help, the Fu family had already gained a considerable market share, but they were still not satisfied and even encountered contraband.
If my father knew that his life's work had been ruined by these things, he would probably be so angry that he would drink a pot of boiling water.
But he couldn't just watch Fu Bowen go down that path, otherwise it wouldn't just be a problem for him alone; the reputation of the entire Fu family would be affected.
I received a text message.
Ang operated the computer for a while and secretly transmitted the information in his hand to Fu Bowen's computer desktop.
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