Chapter 18
The disappearance of the school beauty selection post made Yu Zhuo extremely angry.
All my efforts to vote all night were in vain! With bloodshot eyes, Yu Zhuo held the Chinese textbook and thought hard, it must be Xue Manqing who did it! If he couldn't vote, he would use tricks to delete the post behind the scenes, garbage!!!
Although the post is gone, because Qi Ying was ranked first when it was deleted, the title of school belle finally went to Qi Ying.
This made Yue Li very excited.
It was worth it that she borrowed mobile phone numbers from her parents, cousins, uncles and aunts last night to register a Baidu account to vote for Yingying!
Looking at Zhao Dunan who had a bad face all morning, he was so proud. What if she wore a brand name skirt and a beautiful watch? She was still not as good as Yingying in school uniform!
Once Yingying’s illness is cured and she returns to normal, those people suffering from conjunctivitis will have nothing to say!
Qi Ying had to go to the infirmary again in the next class. Yue Li held up her physics book and secretly passed her a note: I heard from them that the psychologist is an expert from the Municipal Hospital and is very good. Yingying, will you be able to speak 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 hard to make a sound, but her body wouldn't cooperate.
Just like, when the psychologist asked about her parents, and about the hero who sacrificed his life for the people, she could still feel the pain and resistance in her heart.
But in the pain of the sawing, she thought of the general.
He spent his whole life in the military, galloping on the battlefield, guarding his country and protecting the people.
The general is a hero.
So is the great father who sacrificed himself for the people.
So she endured her physical discomfort and resistance, and answered the doctor seriously: Yes, she was proud of her father.
Perhaps, when this body no longer rejects the memories of her parents, she will be able to overcome her obstacles and speak.
After class, Qi Ying went to the toilet with Yue Li and then walked towards the infirmary. From a distance, she saw the principal standing at the door of the infirmary, talking to the psychologist with a serious expression.
Qi Ying didn't want to disturb the teachers from talking about business, so she stood there, planning to wait until they finished talking before going over.
On the other end, the psychologist sighed and said, "His attitude is very cold and he is totally uncooperative. He just sleeps when he comes. He hasn't said a word to me so far."
It was both expected and frustrating.
The principal asked, "Is there no other way?"
The doctor pondered, "This child's psychological defenses are too strong. He is very alert to the outside world. In layman's terms, he doesn't trust anyone. In more serious cases, he may even think that everyone around him wants to harm him. After all, the mental health activities organized by the school are only aimed at the stress and anxiety of ordinary students..."
Before he finished speaking, the principal understood what he meant and sighed, "I watched this child grow up. I wanted to take advantage of this school event to help him resolve his problems. Well, if that's the case, forget it if he doesn't want to come in the future."
The psychologist nodded and said, "Principal Zhou, I don't know what this child's problem is, but the person who tied the bell must untie it. The main problem may still require more guidance and cooperation from the parents."
The principal smiled bitterly, said nothing more, waved his hand and left.
Qi Ying, who was far away, finally came over after seeing that they had finished their business conversation. In fact, the psychologist had seen her early in the morning and was still admiring the girl for her good upbringing and politeness.
As a PTSD patient, he is no different from ordinary people except for his aphasia. He is warm and well-behaved, which is a rare miracle.
What on earth had that boy, whose eyes were filled with hostility and whose body was covered with thorns, experienced to make him more difficult to deal with than a PTSD patient?
The psychiatrist shook his head and sighed.
Perhaps because the principal had instructed, Liu Yao no longer came to supervise Ji Rang to go to the infirmary on time. He didn't care. After all, it was just a change of place to sleep, and there was not much difference.
Just as he was resting his forehead on the desk playing with his cell phone, Luo Bing rushed in from the back door of the classroom like a gust of wind.
"Big news! The school beauty has transferred to another school!"
Ji Rang remained unmoved, his fingers tapping rapidly as he played a single-player game.
Qu Dazhuang, who was always keen on gossip, asked excitedly, "Really? Why did Xue Manqing suddenly transfer to another school? Where? To a private high school?"
Luo Bing said exaggeratedly: "Are you really living in the same time and space as us? The school beauty has long been replaced by a special classmate!"
Qu Dazhuang opened his mouth wide: "Ah?"
Ji Rang, who had been silent, stood up suddenly as if he was pricked by a needle and grabbed Luo Bing by the collar: "Who did you say transferred to another school?"
Luo Bing was almost strangled to death. She rolled her eyes and said, "Special classmate, Qi Ying, I just heard someone from Class 2 say this in the bathroom..."
Ji Rang pushed him aside and rushed out.
When I rushed to Class 2, the bell rang.
The students in the corridor were chatting and laughing as they returned to the classroom and sat down. Class 2 was also noisy when the front door was suddenly slammed open.
The entire Class 2 was frightened into silence by the sudden intrusion of the big guy.
Ji Rang stood at the door with a grim expression on his face, veins bulging on the back of his hands, and his eyes were cold and wild under his short hair.
I looked around but couldn't find Qi Ying.
There are two seats empty.
He could hardly control the anger in his eyes and kicked the nearest desk.
There were two girls sitting in the first row, and they were frightened and burst into tears immediately.
The corner of my clothes behind me was suddenly pulled.
The gentle force is like the breeze on a summer night, wrapped in the fragrance of flowers.
Ji Rang's body stiffened, but his clenched fists suddenly loosened and he slowly turned around.
Qi Ying was standing behind him, holding a stack of exercise books in her arms. She looked a little curious and a little afraid of him. Her eyes, softer than the moonlight, seemed to be asking him: What are you doing here?
Ji Rangfa finally breathed a sigh of relief after his chest was stuffy.
He grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards the corridor.
Qi Ying staggered when he pulled her, and the exercise book in her arms almost fell. He pulled her so hard that her wrist hurt. Qi Ying struggled twice but failed to get rid of him. She was so aggrieved that her eyes turned red.
When he reached the corner, Ji Rang finally stopped.
Qi Ying immediately pulled her hand back from his palm, took two steps back holding the exercise book, pursed her lips, her wet eyes looked soft and fragile.
Ji Rang's tense expression suddenly could no longer be maintained.
He lowered his head, his dark eyes filled with the mess after the storm had dissipated, but his voice was low and light, with the regretful surrender of a young man: "I was wrong, okay?"
Qi Ying didn't know what he was talking about.
She just felt wronged.
He was the one who had been avoiding her, and he was also the one who was suddenly angry.
She turned her head away and didn't look at him.
Ji Rang took out a candy from his school uniform pocket and placed it on the stack of history exercise books in her arms.
Pink strawberry candy, the brand she gave him that time. He searched many stores before buying the exact same one, put it in his school bag, and ate one every day.
Qi Ying looked down at the candy, then looked up at the boy.
He felt a little awkward and said dryly, "Here's some candy."
She sniffed the sweetness of the candy and couldn't help but curl her eyes.
Ji Rang said, "How about not transferring schools?"
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 this question. She had just transferred to Haiyi, where else could she go?
But he still nodded obediently.
Ji Rang felt like a criminal who had been pardoned, and there was light in his gloomy black eyes again.
There were hurried footsteps coming from upstairs, and Liu Qinghua's voice: "Where's Qi Ying? Where's she? Who did you say took her away? Ji Rang from Class 9?"
Ji Rang raised the corner of his lip, suddenly reached out and touched her head, then took three steps at a time and jumped down the stairs.
Qi Ying stared blankly at his disappearing back.
Liu Qinghua, squad leader Chen Mengjie and Yue Li ran over in a hurry and finally breathed a sigh of relief when they saw her standing at the entrance of the corridor safe and sound.
Yue Li rushed down screaming and shouting. She withdrew her gaze and secretly hid the strawberry candy before they came over.
When the get out of class was over, Luo Bing rushed in from the back door again.
"Brother Rang! I heard it wrong! It wasn't a special student who transferred, it was the history representative of Class 2 who transferred, and then their history teacher made Qi Ying the new history representative..."
Before he could finish his words, he gave Shang Ji a sinister look.
Ji Rang: "Come here and get beaten."
Luo Bing: "Woo, I have shed blood and done meritorious deeds for you, you can't do this." -
The psychologist suggested that Qi Ying be the representative of the history class. Qi Ying has a quiet personality and because she cannot communicate normally, she does not interact much with her classmates.
But she is patient and serious, and she completes her homework very well every time. If she is given a responsibility, she will definitely have the courage to do it well. This is very helpful for deepening her communication with classmates and starting to speak as soon as possible.
It just so happened that the history class representative of Class 2 transferred to another school because of his parents' work, and Qi Ying took over.
Several students from Class 2 were talking about this matter in the bathroom, and they were talking about this and that, and somehow it was misreported that Qi Ying was going to transfer to another school. Ji Rang, who knew the truth, recalled his own behavior and really wanted to kick Luo Bing to death.
For a whole day, the boss sat in his seat with an expressionless face, emitting a cold aura of wanting to kill people. The younger brothers around him trembled in fear and dared not disturb him.
When school was almost over, the speedster Luo Bing came again.
Rushing all the way: "Brother Rang! Brother Rang! I have made up for my mistake! New news!"
Ji Rang curled his lips: "You'd better be."
Luo Bing shuddered and said immediately, "Really! I saw it with my own eyes! Wasn't our last class a physical education class? I came back early and when I passed by Class 2, I saw Qi Ying collecting history homework. That guy in Class 2, the one who was promoted from the sports school, didn't hand in his homework, which made Qi Ying cry!"
The surrounding air temperature suddenly dropped several degrees.
Qu Dazhuang said, "Long Hai! He used to be in the same class with me in the sports school. This bastard is so shameless. He cheated to get into Class 2 and became a sports committee member like he was the chairman of the study group. He shows off all day long."
Ji Rang stood up with his schoolbag, his face expressionless: "Where are they?"
A group of people surrounded Long Hai, the tall and strong sports committee member of Class 2, at the back door of the school.
Although Long Hai was a tyrant, he never dared to show off in front of Ji Rang. Whenever he saw him, he would be humble and take a detour. When he saw the gloomy young man in front of him kicking him, he immediately knelt down.
He hurriedly took out all the money in his pocket and cried bitterly, "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, dumped out all the textbooks, and showed Ji Rang the bottom: "It's really gone."
Ji Rang said, "Find the history homework."
Long Hai did as he was told.
Ji Rang squatted down, picked up a pen, hit him on the face with the tip of the pen, and said in a sinister voice: "Write it carefully for me, finish it all, and hand it in honestly tomorrow. If you don't hand in your history homework for one day less, I will break one of your fingers."
After that day, Haiyi became famous.
The school bully started forcing people to do their homework again.
All the poor students in the school burst into tears when they heard this.
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