I am a god in script killing

Chapter 74 Rose's Funeral (8)

"There are students who come to Teacher Bai for psychological counseling every day."

069 thought about Su Xiao's words just now: "You can find a student to use clichés, I remember that you have no memory in your preparatory-level scripts, and clichés are very powerful."

【Ninth brother, that is the polite words of human beings. 】

Bo Jun kept looking outside, but no one saw him laughing.

[If there are really a lot of people doing consultation, it is impossible for people to jump off the building, but what you said reminded me that Bai Wei is such a self-disciplined person, and the task has to be written in a small book, so wouldn't it be a big problem for the school? Are there any records of this kind of psychological stress problem? 】

Bo Jun's words stopped abruptly, and a child's voice rang out cheerfully in his ears.

【Ding!Character memory download is complete! 】

As soon as the game prompt sounded, Bo Jun quickly adjusted his posture to look like he was resting with his eyes closed, and to prevent himself from losing control of his body due to inertia when the driver braked.

This game system is more challenging every time.

【Ding!Character memory transmission——]

Bo Jun closed his eyes, it was not an immersive memory scene, and he could still maintain a slight awareness of the information input.

The fragmented memory pavement in the dark makes my head hurt.

What advances the brain is a lot of professional knowledge, books on psychology that are better than people.

Then came the noisy and noisy voices, which were among the college freshmen talking:

"Psychology is not popular right now, but employment will become better and better in the future."

"Look at that girl next to you, she's so pretty."

So a few freshmen came over and chatted with Bai Wei: "Student, why did you choose psychology?"

"Well, to be honest..."

Bai Wei looked at the girls and smiled, but her eyes were very serious: "It's to support normal people and resist the abnormal remarks of the world."

……

The screen changed, and Bai Wei, who was wearing a bachelor's suit, stood on the podium, and spoke to the graduate students and tutors who had just finished their speech:
"I don't support what the classmate just said."

"I don't think it's a disease for boys to like girls' things. On the contrary, it's just like girls liking boys' things. It's not a disease."

"University is the place where human pioneers are cultivated. If people who study psychology can't analyze the essence of things, then how can you ask people who are ten, twenty, or even fifty years older than you to accept these things that should be normal?"

……

Bai Wei sat in the front row of the musical, watching the wonderful ballet rehearsal in front of her——

A group of eleven or twelve-year-old children on the stage were immersed in the melody and rhythm.

When I stopped to correct my mistake, a girl suddenly started crying:

"I don't want him to lead the dance! He's disgusting! A boy is learning ballet and rehearsing with us, and he still wants to be in front of us!"

Bai Wei frowned lightly and walked up to the bewildered little boy and the embarrassed coach.

"He's right."

Bai Wei stretched out her hand to stroke the little boy's head, and looked at the crying girl with a soft tone but could not refuse:
"He stands in the front because he is qualified and capable. No one stipulates that ballet is a girl's patent. When you mock others, you should think about whether you have the ability to deny others.

"Just because there are many ballet girls, you can't think that you can insult the boys who learn ballet, and rely on the majority to oppress the minority. This is wrong, do you understand, child?"

The little girl bit her lip and looked up, still crying: "I understand, I apologize to him."

The boy looked up at the big sister who was talking, and whispered "thank you" when he met her eyes.

Bai Wei pinched his cheek and smiled: "Come on, little male swan."

"Well, I will."

The boy also smiled. He had cute dimples and a mole on the corner of his lips, which looked clean and delicate when he looked closely.

(End of this chapter)