"Wen Ying, don't you think you're being too much?"
Firefly nodded, "It is quite excessive."
Zhang Wenliang, "..."
"Wenliang, little brother, don't you think there's something wrong with you?"
"What's wrong with me? I'm healthy, excel in my studies, have a proper worldview, and a positive mindset. Everything is great. On the contrary, Wen Ying, maybe you should take a look?"
Wen Ying shook her head. This child is a genius when it comes to studying, but sometimes he can be a bit foolish.
"Don't you feel that you are different from just now?"
"What do I have?" Zhang Wenliang suddenly froze.
He looked at Wen Ying, then remained silent, silent, silent, never speaking again.
"Indeed a genius, grasping it instantly."
Zhang Wenliang looked at Wen Ying, still not speaking, but feeling somewhat puzzled inside.
Did he wonder if what he was thinking was the same thing she wanted to tell him?
Is Wen Ying truly talented, or just a charlatan who deceives people?
"Why don't you tell me, Sister Wen Ying, what problem do I have?"
"Don't worry, Sister Wen Ying. As long as what you say is true, I won't deny it. I'm not that kind of person. I'll also pay the money. Otherwise, I'll help you find a new job. I hope you can go to work, Sister Wen Ying."
"Xiao Liang, where are your parents?" Aunt Zhang asked as she walked in from outside, carrying a bag of fruit.
Looking around, he didn't see any sign of Zhang Wenliang's parents.
"These two didn't wait for me, running so fast! Xiaoliang, you chat with Sister Xiaoying first, I'll go wash some fruit for you." Aunt Zhang said to herself as she headed to the kitchen in the backyard.
Zhang Wenliang didn't have a chance to respond the entire time.
Wen Ying looked at Zhang Wenliang and suddenly became interested. "No wonder you're a little genius. When you were at school, there must have been at least a dozen girls chasing after you, right? How many even wrote you love poems last week?"
Zhang Wenliang was somewhat surprised, but he nodded.
"You actually had some feelings for one of them, but you believed your ambitions lay elsewhere, that there was a broader world awaiting you. The ambiguity between you two was cut off by you in less than a day."
Zhang Wenliang's face flushed, and he slightly lowered his head, recalling the events of that day.
"Your desire to study hard and conduct research is commendable. The country needs talents like you, and I fully support your efforts. But haven't you noticed? Or has any girl who likes you ever told you? Sometimes, you seem like a different person."
Wen Ying spoke plainly, and Zhang Wenliang understood clearly.
"Do you believe that I am a psychologist now?" Wen Ying smiled.
Zhang Wenliang shook his head, "I don't believe it."
Sure enough, geniuses are not easily fooled.
"Believe it or not, I'm a psychologist. If you want me to help you, just pay up."
The Unlovable Little Brother.
This time, Zhang Wenliang swiftly scanned the QR code on the table and paid a thousand.
Looking at the freshly credited thousand yuan, Wen Ying thought happily about ordering some ribs later.
Feeling Zhang Wenliang's eager gaze fixed on her, Wen Ying immediately wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth and looked at him seriously, "Do you believe in a second personality?"
"I have studied."
"That makes it easier. You've developed a second personality. Since you understand, I don't need to explain further, right?"
Zhang Wenliang nodded, "So how should it be treated?"
Zhang Wenliang recalled his past confusion. Indeed, some classmates and friends had mentioned that sometimes he inexplicably seemed like a different person. If it weren't for his unchanged face and the fact that they had always been together, people would have really started to suspect something.
But fortunately, such situations have only occurred seven or eight times.
This indicates that his second personality did not take control of him, and the one in charge was still himself.
"It's simple, just kill him."
Zhang Wenliang listened to these insane words and fell silent once again.
Kill him?
Was it the second personality that was killed, or was it him?
Can a second personality be killed?
In psychology, this topic has also been discussed, but many studies show that what is needed between personalities is coexistence.
So Zhang Wenliang was at a loss for words when he heard Wen Ying's straightforward and blunt response.
Wen Ying found it quite easy to communicate with a top student like Zhang Wenliang; many things didn't need to be explained.
"What's the matter, hesitating? Then think about it. If you decide to kill him, come find me again."
"Xiaoliang, are you leaving?" Aunt Zhang happened to come out carrying a plate of sliced fruit.
"Have some fruit! You young people have a lot to talk about, right? No rush to leave, is there? Xiaoying doesn't have many friends here, so chat a bit more! I'll go find your parents and let them know not to worry about you! I've got things covered here!"
Zhang Wenliang watched Aunt Zhang leave in a flurry once again, then fell silent.
I always feel that the direction of this art style is unexpectedly strange.
"Auntie is just that kind of warm-hearted person; she wants to matchmake us, but I'm not your ideal type. Your world doesn't need love, and you are not the person I want."
Hearing Wen Ying say it so bluntly, Zhang Wenliang still felt a bit embarrassed.
However, I didn't expect that Sister Wen Ying didn't like him. Was it really just to earn that thousand yuan?
This made Zhang Wenliang, who originally wanted to leave, change his mind. "There should be a lot of people at my house. I don't want to deal with so many people. Can I stay here with Sister Wen Ying for a while longer?"
"Of course... no problem, feel free."
After Wen Ying finished speaking, she picked up a small fork and ate a few pieces of dragon fruit, then looked up, "I actually really want to go see the square dance competition. How about we go now?"
Zhang Wenliang wasn't really interested in these things, but since he had returned home, and the director had informed his parents, he had to show up for the reporters to take pictures. It would be best if he said a few words, as it would represent the face and reputation of Wenxiang Street.
As a native local, Zhang Wenliang naturally wouldn't refuse.
If it can inspire the children to strive upward together, that would naturally be even better.
He considered himself a responsible teenager and hoped his hometown would become better.
The two of them went to the square together. The girls who had originally planned to leave after Zhang Wenliang followed Wen Ying all stopped in their tracks.
All of it came rushing in at once.
"Wenliang!" Zhang Wenliang quickly took a few steps back. "Sorry, everyone, please don't crowd around me. I just took a few days off to go home, and I didn't plan on talking about love. Besides, I hope my other half shares my values and has common interests with me."
"Wenliang, we have so much in common! Do you remember how we used to play together when we were kids? I even made a clay figurine for you back then!"
"Remember, thank Qianqian for the clay figurine, even though you later took it and gave it to someone else."
"Wenliang, I can earn over ten thousand a month now! I think we can try being together. What gift would you like? I can buy it for you. I'm not in a hurry to get married; I can wait until you graduate to propose to my family."