Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

The way young people show their care for each other is always awkward and direct.

Ever since Song Xulin learned about the troubles in Chi Qinghe's family, he looked at him with more and more strange eyes. He found all kinds of reasons to give him money and warmth, whether there was something or not, for fear that this little grass that had grown up with great difficulty would be crushed again.

The same thing was wrong with Gong Huasui.

It is a recognized fact in the class that Gong Huasui likes to stick with his deskmate.

But the day after returning from the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday, the 38th parallel in the middle of the desks suddenly turned into a cliff. Except for necessary communication, they could not even speak for three days.

Every night when I returned to the dormitory, I was restrained and distant, like a stranger meeting for the first time, and never did anything that crossed the line again.

Gong Huasui was keeping a distance from him as he said. It would be a lie for Chi Qinghe to say that he didn't feel uncomfortable, but he had no choice.

In order to avoid being discovered, he sneaks out every night to look for evidence of crimes at Zebra Entertainment City. If he wants to hack into the mainframe, he must get the key to Lu Hansong's office. However, based on the experiments so far, this is as difficult as making Lu Hansong fall in love with someone else.

What made him even more puzzled was that until now, Lu Hansong had not come to urge him, as if he had completely forgotten about him?

"The head teacher asked you to go to the office."

The table was knocked, and Gong Huasui's slightly cold voice came from above.

Chi Qinghe suddenly woke up from his dream, sat up suddenly, raised his head and looked to the left in a daze.

The sunlight was a bit dazzling, and he couldn't see Gong Huasui's expression clearly, but he could clearly sense that the other party was unhappy. He immediately came back to his senses and looked away.

"understood."

When he walked into Wang Xuesheng's office and saw the room full of white coats, he was stunned for a moment.

"Starting from this year, the school will regularly check students' mental health."

Wang Xuesheng took the list and ran his pen along the black line on the form. When he saw an English name, he paused and looked at the red hat that was particularly conspicuous among the white coats.

“Mr. White?”

"Don't worry, I can speak Chinese." Dr. White stood up, winked at Wang Xuesheng mischievously, and walked towards the door.

"Child, come with me."

Dr. White really looks like Santa Claus from TV. Apart from the white coat, he also has a white beard, a red hat, and black leather boots. Just looking at him makes you feel friendly.

Chi Qinghe followed behind, his eyes unconsciously falling on the red hat.

He also didn't know what was so magical about the red hat -

Maybe it's because it's rare to see someone wearing such a vibrant color, or maybe it's because the red stands out so much against the white, or maybe it's simply because it resembles blood, evoking something both hot and cruel...

"You said you wanted to give up treatment, so just give up treatment! I think you're just after your father's inheritance! When did you become so cold-blooded that you actually forced your own uncle to jump off a building! Chi Qinghe! I really regret giving birth to you! Otherwise, all that money would be mine! Mine!"

Chi Qinghe's head was tilted by the slap, and when he turned back, blood was faintly seeping from the corner of his mouth.

But he wiped the blood slowly and calmly, as if he felt nothing.

"Even if my father were to live, his will would not be changed. I am his only heir."

He took the two folders that Wenson handed over and handed them over.

"Mother……"

Chi Qinghe's eyes flashed, "Mom, I've given you many chances. You've seen what happened to others. Sign the truce. Thirty million and five houses are enough for you to spend your old age in peace."

"Thirty million?! You're treating beggars like that! Chi Qinghe, don't think I don't know what you're thinking. I won't leave until I get three hundred billion today!"

Fortunately, this is the Chi family's private hospital, and unauthorized personnel are strictly prohibited from entering or leaving. Otherwise, with this disheveled look of a woman fighting for the family inheritance, all the halos of her so-called "international gold medal actress", "ageless beauty", "legend in the circle", etc. would be shattered!

Chi Qinghe's eyes changed slightly, and he suddenly sneered, with an indifference that he had never had before before speaking.

"Three hundred billion? If you can get three hundred billion for having a child, then this deal is too good to be true, Wenson."

Wenson stepped forward, pulled out a folder about half the thickness of his thumb from his bag, and handed it to the woman respectfully.

"Mom, your time management is really excellent. Even I need to learn from you. This is less than one percent."

Chi Qinghe looked sarcastic and indifferent as he admired the woman's expression of disbelief as she flipped through the various difficult large-scale mosaic photos in the file.

"Fake! These are all fake! Does your father know this?" The woman suddenly collapsed, her gorgeous and beautiful face now twisted and hideous like a stink bug in a gutter.

"What do you think? When has father ever been stupid?"

"Then...then why did he!"

"Why does he want to keep you?" Chi Qinghe chuckled, "Maybe it's because he thinks I can't lose my mother's love."

The woman was stunned, and a guilty expression appeared on her face.

Chi Qinghe calmly swallowed the blood foam in his mouth and said calmly, "From the time I was born until now, I seem to be even worse than a lover in your eyes. Mother, three short greetings a month are not enough to raise a child. If..."

Chi Qinghe swallowed back all the words that followed.

The consent form for giving up treatment was also handed to the woman at this time.

The woman frowned fiercely, "What are you doing for me?"

"Mother, do you still remember the year you gave birth to me... Forget it... You must have forgotten..." Chi Qinghe turned and left. His voice, without any ups and downs, echoed in the corridor before falling lightly to the ground and disappearing.

There was a light snapping sound in my ears.

Chi Qinghe woke up from his dream and blinked several times before realizing that tears were streaming down his face. He quickly wiped them away and his vision focused.

Dr. White gently supported the man's back and helped him up from the recliner, his light-colored eyes filled with heartache.

Chi Qinghe's pupils contracted rapidly.

He was hypnotized!

Did he say anything he shouldn't have said?

"Don't worry, as a qualified psychologist, I will strictly keep confidential the situation of each patient." Dr. White blinked playfully, like a naughty old boy.

"Thank you...thank you." Chi Qinghe just wanted to leave here quickly.

"Wait a minute kid."

White stopped him and offered him his business card. "I know you don't want to take medicine, so for yourself and for the people who love you, you can call me anytime to talk. I don't charge for cute and adorable little guys."

"I see."

Chi Qinghe quickly took the business card and left as if running for his life.

The psychologist's hypnosis skill is a cheat that can break the sky. It's so unfair!

Dr. White took a long time to look away from the door. He picked up the record book, shook his head and sighed.

“Oh, the poor child!”