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After living in the sa dorm for a while, Suming and the others had a pretty good understanding of Lin Mu. They felt he loved to show off, especially in front of girls, it was like he was on a chicken blood. For instance, when it cos to singing, if it's just the guys from the dorm, his high notes often fall flat, but if there are pretty girls in the karaoke room, especially girls he's eting for the first ti, his performance is exceptional.
This was also why he was good at basketball. Just go to the university playground and see, on the sidelines of the basketball courts, there are definitely groups of girls cheering loudly.
The basketball court at Yangchuan University was positioned right in front of the girl's dormitory. Whenever Lin Mu went to the basketball court, he felt that all the girls in the building were watching him from behind their windows.
Won have vanity, and so do n. It's understandable that young n like to show off in front of girls. Although Lin Mu took it a bit too far, when it ca to interacting with girls, the thods he used were still decent. As Suming always emphasized, he didn't cheapen things, so everyone in the dorm was able to tolerate him and treated his little problem as a joke to laugh about after als.
Who would have known, Lin Mu himself realized sothing was wrong.
Ordinary people love to show off, but they know when and where. Lin Mu did too, but he just couldn't control himself. Apart from being more obvious after drinking alcohol, he was like this normally as well.
Then there was a problem. For example, every guy has had so interaction with "Miss Five Fingers," if you hide in your room at night and put on headphones to have a personal session, that's your private life; but if you get the urge in broad daylight during class and declare, "I'm gonna have a grand session in front of the whole class and teacher," then you're sick.
"It's not shaless, it's sick!" Lin Mu straightened himself and said, "Our school has a ntal health clinic. I went to see a psychologist, and they told I have a 'neurotic psychological issue,' not insanity, but a psychological problem, similar to OCD... Anyway, it's uncontrollable."
Suming, Wang Hao, and Yang Tao exchanged glances and said in unison, "Get snipped!"
"Nonsense!" Lin Mu tightened his legs and said, "The doctor said, what I have already falls under the category of ntal irregularities, and I could use 'Shock Therapy.' That ans constantly being in situations that cause to lose control, to gain an 'extre counteraction' effect, and thereby gradually eliminate the ntal illness."
"Are you saying, you should be in an environnt where you're surrounded by beauties all day, dealing with all kinds of beautiful won?" Yang Tao asked, eyes wide open.
"Yeah." Lin Mu rubbed his head in distress, "But where can you find such an environnt? There are many girls at the school, but I surely can't go harassing the female students! Not only must there be beauties, but these beauties must also be willing to be harassed by , otherwise, I'd be a... scoundrel..."
"Why don't I get a sickness like that." Wang Hao sighed.
"Big brother, I really am sick! Can you not use that joking tone, okay? The doctor said if it gets more serious, it could lead to anxiety disorders at best, at worst depression." Lin Mu tugged at his hair as he spoke.
When depression was ntioned, the joking stopped.
Depression is not as simple as being gloomy, it's indeed a deadly ntal illness. Patients might seem just fine and normal, but when an episode strikes, they might commit suicide imdiately. People with this illness can't just be cheered up with a few words of encouragent; they must take dication for a long ti, even be hospitalized for treatnt, care, and combination with psychological counseling. Soone must be with them twenty-four hours a day during episodes.
The drugs for treating depression work by suppressing the central nervous excitent. With long-term use, the person doesn't feel depressed anymore, but it's also hard for them to be happy. They are basically in a numb state, and their life is ruined.
Yangchuan University had a case; a perfectly normal graduate student. He was doing an experint in the lab one day, suddenly had an episode, went to the window to have a smoke, and before the lab administrator had ti to react, he jumped out of the window, falling from the twelfth floor just as if he was flung.
Suming frowned and said, "Can the psychologist give you a certificate?"
"I've been carrying the diagnosis and follow-up psychological counseling plan with , fearing that my parents would find out." Lin Mu actually pulled out a notebook with Yangchuan City's certain middle school emblem on it.
Suming leafed through it, and there were several records of interviews. Lin Mu was really sick, not joking with everyone.
He passed it to Wang Hao and Yang Tao to see. Yang Tao frowned and asked, "What are you planning to do?"
"If all else fails, open a beauty salon?" Wang Hao wasn't joking this ti.
"I'm not seeing a doctor. It felt wrong not to go, but going made more anxious." Lin Mu waved his hands in frustration, "I can't tell this to just anyone, but it's a relief to talk to you guys. Let's take it slow and hope it doesn't get too bad."
Suming thought for a mont and then said, "I actually have a job that might satisfy your needs for Shock Therapy. I'm not sure if you'd be willing to do it."
What kind of job environnt allows you to be in contact with beauties regularly and boldly chase after girl after girl, acting like a lover boy in front of them, without being accused of harassnt?
Besides illegal jobs, the only thing Suming could think of was one, actor!
Go act.
There's no such thing as trash in this world, only bosses who don't know how to use people. When you use people for their abilities and things for their intended purpose, even a pile of crap has its proper use. If you put a hot pile of it on the dining table, that's asking for trouble; but if you spread a bucket of hot crap on the fields, that's called natural organic fertilizer.
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