Episode 2

Cutting veins, hospitalization, mental illness.

The class leader's sentence is too informative, and Qi Siming instantly thinks that he has heard it wrong, "Are you saying that Ling Yan has a mental disorder? He still has this disease?"

After uia is connected to the personal terminal, it has been upgraded and updated year by year. Although it is not completely connected to the brain to directly mediate hormone levels, it has done a good job in monitoring body temperature, heart rate, and metabolism. When the human indicators are out of normal thresholds, uia will automatically remind you of medical intervention, both physically and psychologically.

In other words, if a person has a tendency to be depressed, uia's sadness counseling will kill the depressive tendency in the cradle. The data released by the Health and Disease Control Bureau also shows that under uia's intelligent intervention, the number of mental patients on the list has been reduced by powers every year, and Qi Siming's circle of life has never even heard the word "mental disorder".

Qi Siming rashly heard that the people around him were suffering from mental illness and were still sick enough to commit suicide. The first reaction was unbelief, and then he thought that the sick person was still a child of fourteen. He even felt like a fairy tale: How old is Ling Yan? Where did he have such a heavy mind and still have a mental illness?

But Qi Siming felt a little uncomfortable. He was leaning against the wall, and there was a pity in his eyes, "Suicide due to illness is not a trivial matter, so this kid is going to leave school and enter the rehabilitation center?"

"That's what I want to tell you," The class lead sighed with sorrow, his brows squeezed out several folds, "Ling Yan's family suppressed this matter and told him to continue his schooling."

The tenderness in Qi Siming's eyes was erased with one click, and the roles were switched and frowned, "Are his parents making troubles? How does Ling Yan go to school like this? If someone in the class didn't say right, or someone didn't give a right look, he suddenly gave himself a cut, who is responsible for it? It’s his own or Mr. Zhou’s yours? I dare not provoke ..."

Then monitor Qi took the initiative to open the information exchange mode, with a sincere attitude, “Zhou, when it comes to this, I have to confess something to you. Didn’t I collect class information before, I accidentally glanced at Ling Yan’s he Uia’s emotional log is not unusual. I don’t know where he is sacred that uia’s data can be changed. If something happens, I’m his tablemate and will face the problem at first, I’m afraid to touch it.” Qi Siming had peeped at Ling Yan’s personal information before. There is indeed no mood disorder in his medical history, but he dared not say that. The true and the false put the meaning in place.

After the class lead repeatedly assured that Qi Siming would not be responsible for any accidents, Qi Siming finally dragged heavy steps back to the class. The group of people in the class were still lying on the table and playing games. When they saw him coming back, they raised their heads, "Qi Zi, what did Lao Zhou tell you to go out for?"

"It's none of your business, just play with your game," Qi Siming didn't intend to deal with it. He walked to his seat with a complicated expression. He stroked Tan Qing’s long ponytail with a hand owed. He was upset and angry. "Hey, you go back quickly, you are almost in class, you are about to enter the university, can you study hard and don't think about chasing after little brother every day?"

The little game written by Ling Yan is called Friday afternoon, and the icon is a piece of nougat.

At that time, Ling Yan turned his head to ask him what kind of fruit you like, Qi Siming casually told blueberries, and then the game pattern was embellished with blue-purple fruit.

Qi Siming stared at the pattern, feeling irritated for no reason, and clicked and searched the search screen and searched for "how to get along with patients with mental disorders", and then searched the difference between the patient's brain imaging and normal people with a scientific and rigorous attitude.

Qi Siming didn't expect that Ling Yan would come to school the next day.

When he entered the classroom, Ling Yan was leaning on his desk to watch yesterday's teaching screen recorder, the state was no different from the past.

Although the juvenile's torso hadn't fully stretched out yet, it almost rushed to 170cm, but at that moment, Qi Siming felt that Ling Yan was really small and pitifully like a bad crop grown by a sapling.

Ling Yan wears a pair of black wristbands in his left hand, and puts one hand on the desk imaginarily. His five fingers are pale and thin, and there is a sharp weakness.

Qi Siming has been paying attention to Ling Yan since that day.

To tell the truth, from the perspective of a non-professional person like Qi Siming, Ling Yan does not look like a patient with a mental disorder. He is logically clear, articulate, and does not know whether it is negative or not, but his expression is hard and cold, and it feels his mental situation is more stable than Teacher Shi’s.

Mainly, after observing for a long time, Qi Siming can only notice one thing: Ling Yan's Yan is really good.

He is the kind of amazing and observing for long time, especially in the morning, Ling Yan will lift up the broken hair on his forehead, revealing a little bit of beauty on his forehead, a pair of peach blossom eyes embedded in the palm-sized face, seeing you coming, there will be a shallow, almost unstoppable smile in the eyes.

Qi Siming became more careful.

Speak carefully, act carefully, try to be considerate in get out of class, and stay far away after class.

Ling Yan should have felt it too. After Qi Siming was entrusted to hand over the love letter again, he was a little embarrassed to say that next time he didn't have to trouble him so much, Qi Siming can just tell the girls his terminal number and let him deal with it directly.

Qi Siming was so annoyed by the girls who were thinking of love every day, he naturally couldn't ask for it, but he still said, "Then there will be many people, so you should be mentally prepared."

Ling Yan nodded, looking unconcerned.

It wasn't until Tan Qing ran over to Qi Siming to complain about it the next day. He didn't know why Ling Yan was so careless. Ling Yan's terminal set up a small program. If a stranger wants to send a friend request, he must first do a set of test questions. Tan Qing went home and tried it for one whole night, and got the impression that, "Fuck, what he set up is actually a psychological test! Is this scarier than the exposure of information? After finishing it, I feel that my underwear has been stripped off. "

As the days went on running, Qi Siming adjusted well on the whole, and felt that and Ling Yan would always maintain such a peaceful relationship.

The turning point occurred on a certain day in November. There happened to be a fire rehearsal that day. Qi Siming returned from a meeting in the auditorium, waiting irritably for the Chinese Studies class.

The teacher of Chinese Studies randomly asked student to recite the text, ordering Ling Yan’s name at random, Qi Siming watched Ling Yan dig out the white vial marked tca from his pocket, swallowing two pills quickly with his hand, and then Get up to answer the question.

Qi Siming felt that his hair was going to stand up.

Ling Yan only took two seconds from unscrewing the bottle cap to closing it, but his posture was casual as if he was just chewing two pieces of candy, and then he began to recite the selections of Wei Jin poetry without changing his face, his speech was clear and fluent.

He used to know that Ling Yan has a mental disorder. From his typical leader thinking, he just thinks that such a petite and small teenager is a little troublesome, but he is still within the tolerable range, but when Ling Yan is taking medicine without incident, he suddenly, felt a sense of rejection which was uncontrollable.

That is the instinctive sense of rejection of people against dissidents. It does not belong to the compatible contradiction between left-handed and right-handed, but the kind of no matter how much psychological construction you have set up, no matter how much information you learn, you will still be shocked, reminded, alert, and nervous.

He is different from you; you just want to push him away.

Ling Yan ended the "Up the Castle" with "the night is half and insomnia, melancholy toss and turn." Qi Siming couldn't help leaning over, and his terminal issued a slight electronic beep to signal Ling Yan to take a look. Said, "Shall I make a call for you?"

What he showed him was a series of electronic dials, marked with a reminder of "Psychological Crisis Intervention Hotline." In other words, this was deliberately entered when he checked the information a few days ago.

But obviously, Ling Yan did not receive his kindness, his face changed and he asked vigilantly what he was going to do?

"Don't hide it from me, I saw it," Qi Siming glanced at his pocket, trying to make himself sound amiable, "Take a leave of absence to see the doctor, don't stand up in the classroom if you feel uncomfortable."

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