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Chen Jing hesitated, and Lin Fangchi leaned over to put his arm around him, saying, "Just consider it as accompanying me. Aren't you curious about what psychological counseling is like? I heard they do hypnosis."
"I'm not curious," Chen Jing said indifferently.
"For the sake of two credits, please save me, Dad!" Zhou Sui clasped his hands together and made an exaggerated bow.
"That's right, he failed his elective courses. Without these two credits, he would have failed himself." Lin Fangchi chimed in.
"He didn't even take the exams for his elective course, and the teacher only took attendance twice. He still managed to fail. I think it's appropriate for him to see a psychologist."
"In my next life, I'll probably end up as a slave..." Zhou Sui sighed again.
"You'll be a cow or a horse in your next life." Chen Jing kindly reminded.
Zhou Sui was silenced by his retort. If it were true, he might have already used up all his past and future lives.
Chen Jing finally sighed, "When and where?"
Currently, most universities do not prioritize students' mental health, even though they have counseling services, they are basically just for show.
Chen Jing thought it was just a formality, but the person opposite was taking it very seriously.
The person opposite was a middle-aged woman in her forties, wearing frameless glasses and a white coat, looking very professional.
"Teacher, hello."
"You should call me doctor." The doctor pushed his glasses up. "Are you not feeling well?"
Chen Jing knocked on her finger and said, "No."
"Which classmate just said you had a breakup?" The doctor asked casually.
"He's quite talkative," Chen Jing sighed wearily. "You didn't deny it, did you?" The doctor chuckled.
Chen Jing bows her head and clasps her fingers, very guarded against the outside world, as if she has locked herself in an invisible protective shell, isolating herself from danger while also depriving others of the opportunity to touch her.
"You can try talking to me. We are strangers. Once we leave this room, we will forget everything."
Chen Jing Lightly bit her lower lip. Although she was still hesitant, there were signs of loosening. "Are you sure you won't tell anyone?"
"I still have some professional ethics."
"It's not like anyone would believe it anyway," Chen Jing said self-deprecatingly, curling the corners of her mouth.
"Then consider it a story for me to listen to."
She's right. Once we step out of this door, who will recognize each other? He redirected his thoughts, intending to start with a curse, but the first image that came to mind was the first time he met Zheng Yu.
At that time, he was still happy to be able to attend the same university as Jiang Yuandong, but Zheng Yu suddenly appeared in front of him without any warning.
At that time, Zheng Yu had striking red hair, was chewing gum, and was accompanied by a few friends, making it hard not to notice him.
When I was in junior high school, there were always some young people with various colored hair sitting on motorcycles, fighting and chatting. Chen Jing equated Zheng Yu with them, lamenting how there are still people like this in college.
Zheng Yu is different from those people in that his hair is not frizzy, he doesn't always have a cigarette in his mouth, and he doesn't use foul language. The biggest difference is that Zheng Yu is more handsome than them.
Zheng Yu's red hair didn't last long before he dyed it back, but it made a lasting impression on many people, including Chen Jing.
How did others describe him again?
Oh, the one with long red hair is quite handsome.
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