It's good that he didn't get into trouble. Fu Yingcheng didn't want to talk to them anymore. He actually prepared a set of excuses, but it was a pity that he didn't use them.
But he moved very slowly.
It's as if some instinct in the body is at work, just like a drowning person who knows he can't breathe air but still opens his mouth and lets the turbid mud pour into his lungs.
Help.
Don't just help them.
Please help me too.
Maybe it was the encouragement from colleagues that played a role, or maybe it was the aura of being the top pick that attracted people's attention.
Maybe he really moved too slowly, as if he had walked a long way and was too tired to have any strength.
The psychology teacher looked at the normal answers on the questionnaire and asked one more question:
"By the way, what kind of impression does classmate Ji Fanling have in your mind?"
The young man stopped and paused. A few seconds.
"I don't know."
He turned his head, his dark pupils slowly moved to her face, and said calmly:
"...She is not familiar with me."
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"Fu Yingcheng, Fu Yingcheng... Fu Yingcheng "Come on!"
Fu Yingcheng walked out of the psychological consultation room and vaguely heard someone calling him.
The man shouted several times before Fu Yingcheng came back to his senses. He raised his head and looked at the sound: "Teacher Tang."
Old Tang waved to him at the fence on the third floor of the teaching building: "Just in time, it saves me going to class." I'm looking for you, come down to my office."
Fu Yingcheng went upstairs and walked into the office of the senior high school department.
Old Tang boiled a pot of water and made tea in a thermos cup. He turned around and saw Fu Yingcheng coming: "Close the door and sit down."
Fu Yingcheng sat down.
"Hey, I called you over because I wanted to tell you something."
Old Tang was a little embarrassed to say it and rubbed his chin, "Well, there was a meeting when the school was over in the afternoon."
"Where are the school leaders? , decided to give the city's top three spots to Li Bohang, who is in Class 1. "
Old Tang spoke very slowly and gently.
As he spoke, he carefully observed Fu Yingcheng's expression.
It was as if she was afraid of him and had a sudden emotional attack.
"Think about it, with your results, you will have no problem going to Qingbei in the future. If you have a little bit of luck, you will be the number one pick. In fact, we don't care about these three good things, do we?
" Tang's voice and tone were much more cautious than the psychological counseling teacher's.
In the eyes of outsiders, this is what Fu Yingcheng should be sad about.
Is this really the case? He couldn't tell the difference himself.
The longer time passes, the more hollow and numb I feel, like a diffuse fog.
He couldn't feel his emotions, as if there was nothing in his chest.
It started to rain outside the window, and the wind swept the rain into the window and fell on the desk.
Old Tang looked back, stood up and closed the window.
Even though the rain was shut out of the window, it still kept shaking the glass, just like that day on the rooftop, when the rain and thunder shook the umbrella surface.
Can't stop the sound.
So noisy.
Fu Yingcheng slowly raised his eyelashes.
...
It's raining heavily again.
It's so annoying, why is there so much rain?
Old Tang looked back and saw his expression, and couldn't help but sigh: "Xiao Fu, don't listen to what other people think, and don't care about people on the Internet."
"Just like the teacher told you last time "It is said that no matter what the environment is, a person always has a choice. In the teacher's heart, you are like a white lotus, rising out of the mud but not stained."
Fu Yingcheng's heart beat heavily. For a moment.
The girl's voice suddenly rang in his ears, like the wind blowing a wind chime, clear and vivid.
——"How much you hate him, you compare him to a white lotus."
The empty fog suddenly spread to a corner.
Stinging with sharp pain.
Fu Yingcheng stood up uncontrollably.
The chair behind him was dragged out on the floor with a squeaking sound.
Old Tang was shocked.
The young man in front of him looked pale and lowered his eyes, making it difficult to see his expression: "I want to go back."
"Oh, okay, you can go back to class and do your homework." Old Tang nodded, and Fu Yingcheng just walked out After two steps, Old Tang seemed to have remembered something and stopped him again, "Wait a minute."
Old Tang opened the drawer and found a folded piece of paper: "This is for you."
Fu Yingcheng He reached out and took it, opened it, and glanced at it.
The blood rushed to the brain, and there was an instant bang.
The noisy sound of rain disappeared in an instant, and the surroundings suddenly became extremely quiet. There was only such an ordinary piece of paper in his sight.
The paper is pure white, and although the words on it are still ugly, they are all written one stroke at a time, almost making people think of the particularly upright attitude of the person who wrote it.
He recognized it instantly.
This is Ji Fanling's handwriting.
"I anonymously support Fu Yingcheng to be a good student!"
"When Xu Zhilei bullied our classmates, Li Bohang stood by and stood by. Although he did not participate, he did not stop him. Failure to stop is a kind of participation! Fu Yingcheng should be the one who Sanhao student, his father is not a good person, what does it have to do with him! He was born by his mother, not cloned by his father!"
"Fu Zhiyuan is Fu Zhiyuan, Fu Yingcheng is Fu Yingcheng.
" Representing myself."
"Always support Fu Yingcheng!"
Fu Yingcheng held the paper with his fingertips, pressed them until they turned white, and then let go as if he was electrocuted.
Just a few lines.
He read it over and over again, as if he couldn't understand it.
He could almost imagine the girl sneaking into the office, pressing the paper on Old Tang's desk expressionlessly, and then leaving as if nothing had happened.