I transmigrated into the villain's white moonlight, but the protagonist is my brother.

Xie Yan has her own set of habits when it comes to educating her children.

For example, she never swears at the dinner table, she eats her food properly, and she puts everything else aside until after she finishes eating.

So no matter if Xie Qingyu caused trouble at school or got the lowest score on the exam, Xie Yan would always let him eat first, and then settle the score later.

This led to Xie Qingyu developing a habit of dawdling over meals at the slightest provocation.

It's not that he doesn't like to eat; he just doesn't want to face the harsh reality.

For example, his sister's scolding.

For example, the following math problem.

If he finishes eating before doing the problems, then he doesn't need to do them if he hasn't finished eating.

Xie Qingyu had never eaten so elegantly in his life, chewing each bite of grilled gluten as if he wanted to chew it eighty times.

Oh my, the boba in the strawberry boba milk tea is really chewy!

Chew each one fifty times.

Xie Yan watched him dawdle, knowing full well what he was doing but saying nothing.

A tall, handsome man in a suit and tie is elegantly eating grilled gluten and jianbing (Chinese crepe) on a soft leather sofa.

Xie Yan sat at her desk, processing the documents that had recently accumulated.

She's been busy studying for her exams lately and hasn't been able to help manage Xie Qingyu's company much, but it seems she's accumulated quite a bit of work.

Xie Qingyu ate while watching his sister work, and suddenly felt that if his employees saw this scene, it would cause a huge uproar.

After all, in the eyes of outsiders, Xie Yan is still the clean-headed, flawless supporting actress who chases after him.

But there was only so much food, and no matter how long Xie Qingyu dawdled, he would eventually finish it.

Xie Yan had almost finished reading the documents. She smiled slightly, took a copy of the "53" textbook, and kindly handed over a pen.

"do it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the system's voice rang out.

[Beep! Achievement: Male lead's favorability decreased by 0.01%! Reward: 6000 points!]

[After deducting commission, 4800 points have been credited to your account. Please check your account.]

Clearly, the system was very happy to have drawn another prize, and its voice was almost trembling.

Xie Yan had no interest in the points that had been credited to her account; she had been mentally prepared and had already guessed what was going on.

But I'm still a little annoyed.

You brat, I'm making you do these problems for your own good, and you actually dare to lower your standards?

A slender, fair, yet incredibly strong hand naturally pinched the back of someone's neck, kneading it like dough. The voice was gentle, yet it sent chills down one's spine.

"Let's take the final test and see. You try and get over 60 points."

Xie Qingyu felt a chill run down his spine; this suppression of his bloodline filled him with inexplicable panic.

Even though his teachers are constantly watching him study at school, he can only get a score of 47.

He's been here as the male lead for so long now, and forget about studying; he's almost forgotten even his math teacher's name.

...Of course, this statement is somewhat exaggerated.

But Xie Qingyu swore that his only remaining impression of mathematics was probably the Pythagorean theorem.

Help.

My life is over!

Xie Qingyu picked up the pen shakily, glanced at the question, and felt a pain in his eyes and a headache.

He feels uncomfortable all over his body whenever he studies.

"...Sis, I still have work to finish, can I stop writing for now?"

The afternoon sun shone brightly, shining directly on Xie Qingyu's handsome face. He looked up at Xie Yan with hopeful eyes, his gaze as moist as a puppy's.

No one could resist such an adorable expression from a handsome guy.

But Xie Yan will.

Xie Yan sighed deeply.

“Qingyu, you are different from others. You are not smart enough, so you have to spend more time studying than others.”

"The system said that after the task is completed, it will send us back. So you can use this time here to get ahead and study much longer than others."

"This is an opportunity given to you by God. You must cherish it. You still have to take the college entrance examination after you go back."

"Go ahead and write it, I'll take care of the work for you."

Xie Qingyu was speechless.

He was already internally crying, biting his handkerchief, towards 2222, ["Waaaah, second brother, I regret it! I suddenly don't miss my sister anymore. I think distance makes the heart grow fonder. It's fine for me to be the male lead here all by myself—"]

2222: […Host, you seem to have forgotten something…]

I suddenly felt a pain in the back of my neck.

A beautiful, strong hand gripped Xie Qingyu's nape tightly, its strength immense.

Xie Yan gave a forced smile and said, "You forgot to block our communication tools. I can hear you."

Xie Qingyu's face showed terror: Aaaaaaahh ...

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in the afternoon.

At 2:30, the teacher took attendance on time in class.

They had ordered most of the food, but when they called out to Shen Yan, no one answered.

The teacher looked up and glanced down a few times, scanning the room.

"...Where is Shen Yan? Has Shen Yan arrived yet?"

There were many students in the department, and university professors usually didn't remember their names.

But Shen Yan was different. He was very famous at school. During his freshman year, many girls from other majors came to audit his classes, filling the classroom to capacity.

Therefore, all the teachers in the department had a deep impression of this student, Shen Yan.

"The teacher isn't here; he wasn't here this morning," the class monitor replied from below.

The teacher asked, "Did he ask your counselor for leave? Does he have a leave slip?"

"I don't know, I don't think so."

The teacher looked down at the list, paused for a moment, and finally processed Shen Yan's leave request.

The class monitor below also found it strange.

Shen Yan rarely takes leave. Although he usually likes to sit in the back and sleep in class, he has almost never skipped class and usually attends.

Especially the post from this morning, where she was clearly photographed coming to school with Xie Yan, but she didn't come to class this morning.

They've all arrived at school, but they're not coming to class.

Now he's even skipping afternoon classes without a reason.

It's simply unbelievable.

I wonder what that mysterious classmate is busy with all day long, acting all mysterious.

Meanwhile, at a private clinic far from the school.

The clinic is located in a relatively quiet suburb, not as crowded as a large hospital.

The environment here is beautiful, spacious and quiet. Appointments are generally required, as psychological clinics are expensive and selective in their patients.

The door to the consultation room hasn't been opened since this morning.

Two young staff members were tidying up their empty takeout containers, chatting for a few minutes as they did so.

"That handsome young man is here again, and he's been staying for quite a while today."

"Really, it's been like this since morning, and you haven't come out to eat. Aren't you hungry?"

"You said he's so young and handsome, and his clothes and appearance make him seem quite wealthy, what kind of mental problems could he have? Could it be depression again?"

"Who knows? These days, it's common for rich people to get depressed, so it shouldn't be a big problem."

Both of them were young girls, and the thought of that handsome young man's appearance gave them all sorts of mixed feelings.

One of them glanced repeatedly toward the examination room. "If I looked like that, I wouldn't have any worries. He's incredibly handsome. You have no idea how fast my heart was beating when he first came here!"

"Me too, sigh, I'm so envious of Dr. Xu, she gets to spend so much time alone with that handsome young man..."

However, Dr. Xu, whom they envied, was not at ease at this time.

Dr. Xu was a woman in her thirties with a kind face, round eyes, and round-framed glasses.

Such an appearance makes it easy for people to lower their guard, and as an excellent psychologist, she rarely encounters such a difficult situation.

The examination room was clean and tidy, with the curtains drawn, making the room somewhat dimly lit.

She got up and drew back the curtains, and the light suddenly shone brightly, making them both squint.

The handsome young man sat up from the soft armchair, his forehead covered in beads of sweat, his face extremely pale.

His dark eyes seemed somewhat dazed and unfocused, and his chest heaved rapidly, as if he had just woken up from a nightmare.

"Have some water," Dr. Xu said, handing her a glass of warm water.

After a long pause, as if only then realizing what was happening, Shen Yan took the water glass, his voice low, hoarse, and weak, as if he had no strength left, "Thank you."

He was trying to appear normal, but Dr. Xu still noticed.

His hand holding the water glass was trembling slightly.

Dr. Xu already had a general idea in his mind that the previous treatments were probably not very effective.

The patient's condition remained as bad as ever.

"Tell me about your dream," Dr. Xu said gently, looking at him. "Was it any different from your previous dreams?"

The boy opposite had his head down, his bangs were wet with sweat, and he looked as if he was exhausted.

He shook his head.

Dr. Xu frowned slightly.

The previous few times, the dream situation seemed to have improved a little bit, although not obviously, but she could still see a slight sign.

Why does it seem like Shen Yan has reverted to his old ways this time?

"Has anything changed in your life recently? For example, where have you been? Or have you made any new friends?"

The boy paused for a moment.

...Xie Yan.

This person was like a fishbone stuck in his throat.

Whenever he sees Xie Yan or hears someone call her name, he can't help but think of another person, making it hard for him to breathe.

He fell silent again.

Dr. Xu sighed.

Those who work in this line of work are not afraid of patients crying or making a fuss; they are only afraid of patients remaining silent.

In psychotherapy, the patient always remains silent. How can this be treated?

"...Please prescribe some more medicine for me. I haven't had a full night's sleep in a long time."

Shen Yan raised his head, his expression seemingly having returned to calm.

Yili's eyebrows and eyes were beautiful but lifeless, and her pale face was devoid of any emotion.

Aside from the sweat on his forehead, which testified to his turbulent emotions, he looked like an outsider at that moment.

His calmness was illogical.

"Have you finished your last dose of medication? I remember you were prescribed a three-month supply."

And it had been less than two months since the last treatment.

Shen Yan lowered his eyes and softly hummed in agreement.

"That won't do. You'll have problems if you don't take the medication as prescribed."

Dr. Xu's expression turned serious. He stared intently at Shen Yan's face, as if trying to discern something from his micro-expressions.

"Do you ever have trouble distinguishing between dreams and reality? You must answer me truthfully."

Shen Yan had never seen Dr. Xu so serious before. He suddenly tugged at the corner of his lips and chuckled.

"Of course not, Dr. Xu, there's no need to be so nervous."

His expression seemed somewhat helpless, yet also like a rare moment of relaxation after a nightmare. His bright and well-behaved smile was flawless.

Dr. Xu stared at him for several seconds, making sure he was sure before finally letting out a sigh of relief. "That's good, it's good that there's nothing wrong. You still have to take the medication according to the dosage I told you to take, you can't increase the dosage yourself."

She turned around and wrote something on the table to prescribe medicine.

The boy's eyelashes trembled slightly, but his gaze was fixed on a deserted corner behind Dr. Xu.

It seems to be looking at someone.

After a long pause, he obediently hummed in agreement again.

Before leaving, Dr. Xu escorted Shen Yan to the door.

Shen Yan was carrying a black backpack. She had fair skin and delicate features, and still looked like a student. Her smile was sweet and innocent, and you couldn't tell how bad she had been just moments before.

He waved to Dr. Xu and left.

After he left, the two girls jumped out and exclaimed, "Wow, Dr. Xu looks so handsome today!"

"Yes, yes, he's even more handsome when he smiles! Handsome and cute at the same time!"

Dr. Xu was at her wits' end with her two new interns. "Go back to your workstations, there will be other customers later."

The two then went back.

Back in his office, Dr. Xu continued reviewing Shen Yan's treatment records.

In fact, Shen Yan has not been receiving treatment from her for very long, starting from last year, and has only come no more than five times in total.

Almost every time, Shen Yan seemed to cooperate, but in a way, he didn't. He was unwilling to answer some questions, which left Dr. Xu feeling helpless.

If a patient cannot unconditionally and completely trust his doctor, then it will probably not be very effective.

However, Shen Yan didn't seem to care.

All he cared about was the medication the hospital prescribed for him; as long as he could get the medication each time he came, that was fine.

This gave Dr. Xu a real headache.

The only saving grace is that Shen Yan's condition should still be under control for now. As long as he doesn't experience further hallucinations, everything will be fine.

If things really come to that point someday, then the problem will be very serious.

That evening, Shen Yan did not return home.

He returned to the hotel where he had stayed before.

Just like at home, only he has the key to this room, and there are no staff members to clean it regularly.

As soon as the door opened, a sea of ​​white enveloped everything.

Shen Yan hates black.

I also hate the night.

The hotel room was small and, as always, cluttered with things scattered all over the floor, as if they were arranged in some kind of maze.

Shen Yan's face was more pale than ever before, almost deathly pale, and the dark circles under his eyes were barely concealed.

His mind was in a mess, and he was so tired that he didn't want to say another word.

too tired.

I don't want to laugh anymore.

He has been unable to sleep almost all day recently, and suffers from splitting headaches.

He lay on the hotel bed, completely wrapped in the blankets. The air conditioning wasn't on, but after a while, he was covered in sweat again.

The lights were so bright they were almost blinding. Shen Yan stared blankly at the ceiling, but showed no intention of turning them off.

My head really hurts.

It really hurts.

My eyes are so sore.

He was really in so much pain.

He's already so talented, he's really about to give up.

Why haven't you come back yet?