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He let go of his hand, stepped back, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and looked at me like he was looking at a disgusting poor bastard.

With a sneer on his lips, he stepped back to the door, opened it and said, "Okay, leave your 'opportunity' to someone else, I don't need it. I hope we won't meet again in the future, Professor Bei." After speaking, he left the office and slammed the door behind him.

With the loud slam of the door closing, the surroundings returned to silence. Staring at the door, if it wasn't for the pain in my wrist, I would have wondered if I had just had an absurd dream.

Although life is propelled by a series of insatiable desires, full of cravings and pains of endless pursuit. But I really feel innocent about Shang Muxiao, and I have no wrong thoughts. If I insist that there is anything beyond the teacher-student friendship, it is only aimed at Shang Lu's love for the house and Wu.

This is too absurd... It's true that there are too many wicked people, and no one believes in good people?

"Bite biting son of a bitch." Rubbing my sore wrist, I was about to laugh angrily.

In honor of him, I also hope that I will never have the opportunity to meet him again.

However, fate seems to be taking special care of me recently, always trying every means to give me unexpected "surprises". The former has not been digested, and the latter will come.

Two nights later, I went to join the psychological support group that Shen Luoyu helped me to sign up for. Before my butt was hot, a tall figure walked in from the door.

I don't know how the other person feels when they see me, I don't feel very well anyway.

There are so many psychological mutual aid groups in this city, Shen Luoyu selected carefully and chose the only one with Shang Muxiao.

Chapter 3 Optimism is an illusion, misfortune is the norm

The weather was cloudy and I was worried that it would rain, so I brought an umbrella when I went out.

The activity point of the psychological support group is not far from my home, about five kilometers away, in the indoor gymnasium of an elementary school.

I heard Shen Luoyu say that the person in charge of the group is the administrative staff of this elementary school, so they can borrow the idle gymnasium at night.

My car is still being repaired and I can only call and reserve a taxi to pick me up. The car that can hold my car is not available anytime and anywhere, and it took a long time for a yellow taxi to arrive late.

When I arrived at my destination, a middle-aged lady with a genial face and a plump figure was already waiting in front of the gymnasium. When he saw me, his eyes narrowed with laughter.

"Are you Beijiao? Hello, I'm Liao Yinnian, the head of the optimistic psychology group. You can just call me Sister Liao. Miss Shen has told me about your situation before. Don't be under pressure, just come over and make friends. Yes," she said, walking around behind me.

I saw her intention, and hurriedly stopped: "No, I can come by myself, just help me down the door."

Sister Liao was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Oh, good."

A lot of people have already arrived in the room. Everyone sits in a circle around the ping-pong table, and everyone has an English-style black tea cup in front of them.

"Do you want black tea or coffee?" Sister Liao led me to the table.

I looked around, nodded slightly to a few people who were looking at me, and replied, "Tea, thank you."

Sister Liao hooked the teapot from the side and filled it for me.

There were only about six or seven people present, old and young, male and female, all dressed differently. These people are much healthier than me just by looking at them, and they don't look like people who are full of sadness. If Sister Liao hadn't confirmed with me before, I would have wondered if Shen Luoyu had reported the wrong group to me.

"Okay, it's almost time, let's start first." Sister Liao gave a high five, making everyone look at her, "There was a newcomer, but I don't think he will come, so let's not wait. ."

Almost as soon as she finished speaking, the door of the gymnasium was pushed open from the outside, and the faint smell of water rushed in with the cool night wind.

I turned to look with everyone, just in time to see Shang Muxiao stepping into the room with a dark face. It must have been raining outside, making his hair wet, and a dark watermark appeared on the shoulders of the denim jacket.

He wiped his neck with the back of his hand, glanced around the room, and looked at me unexpectedly, and at the same time, his face darkened even more.

Who saw this scene and said "Damn" in their hearts?

"You're Miss Shang's younger brother, right?" Sister Liao was still enthusiastic and greeted her, "Come and sit down, I'll assume you won't come. It's raining outside? You look wet, I'll go. Get you a towel, and you wait."

Shang Muxiao looked at me for a long while, then withdrew his gaze and sat opposite me.

I picked up the teacup and took a sip, sighing inwardly. The enemy's road is narrow, how could there be such a coincidence?

Sister Liao quickly brought a brand new towel from the utility room, and Shang Muxiao thanked it and took it, wiping her hair a little.

"It's all together now." Sister Liao sat in her seat, like a host, and announced the official start of the psychological mutual aid activity. "Let's start with the self-introduction of the newcomer." She then turned her attention to me.

Although I am used to being watched and asked as a central point, those are all professional needs, and the situation is still very different from the current situation.

Sitting on the podium to give a lecture, you don't need to reveal your heart so deeply.

"My name is Beijiao, Beibei in the north, mustard of mustard grass. I teach in the Department of Philosophy of Qingwan University. I am 32 years old. As you can see, I am a disabled person with paralysis of both lower limbs."

After a moment of silence, after confirming that I had finished speaking, Sister Liao took the lead in applauding: "Welcome to Beijie."

"welcome!"

"welcome……"

The rest of the crowd clapped, with kind, scalp-tingling smiles on their faces.

"Next." Sister Liao squinted at the young man who was boringly stirring coffee with a silver ladle.

Shang Muxiao sensed the scorching gazes of everyone, raised his head, let go, the metal silver ladle collided with the porcelain, making a soft sound, which was particularly prominent in a quiet environment.

"Shang Muxiao, a sophomore in the Finance Department of Qingwan University, 20 this year." He leaned back and made a brief self-introduction casually.