Kou Dong didn't want to choose either.

In order to escape the fate of women's clothing, he is even more interested in dating than ever before - even a date with a big flutter moth is better than women's clothing.

With this kind of awareness, when he clicked on the dating page, thinking that he could temporarily escape the sailor suit and rabbit tail, Kou Dong's voice was much more cheerful than usual.

According to his words, the words are full of the desire to earn money to support the family.

But when Ye Yanzhi heard it, he only heard the other party's desire to escape from women's clothing...

This kind of joy is really an eyesore for Ye Yanzhi, even if he is no different from an NPC, it doesn't prevent him from being unhappy. Under his gloomy gaze, Kou Dong clicked into the dating section, and under the eager gazes of several NPCs, he stretched out his hand to the psychiatrist without thinking.

After all, cuteness is in contrast.

Compared with Heavenly Father, the big fluttering moth looks much cuter.

He was tightly grasped by the psychiatrist, the slender hand held him tightly, and immediately dragged him towards him. He heard the soft sound of the wind rolling up when the wings were flapping, and his lips and cheeks touched the tender touch, like a dragonfly touching the lotus leaf.

Something blinked in the darkness, the twinkling, tan eyes on the butterfly's wings.

They were all staring at him. In an instant, Kou Dong suddenly remembered the group of plush toys in his dream. They all seemed to have the same eyes, strange and pitiful, watching silently.

The next second, he completely fell into this thick, bottomless darkness.

"Psychological disorder."

The young psychologist heavily marked these four words on the blackboard and added an emphasis.

"Refers to a person's abnormal behavioral patterns of various abnormal psychological processes and abnormal personality characteristics due to physical, psychological or social reasons, and it is a person's inability to act in a socially acceptable manner."

The students under the podium looked up at him, and not many were listening to the lecture seriously. In the third row, two girls were secretly writing notes, and in the fourth row, there was a young couple who had not yet made up their voices and flirted with each other. The rest of the students focused on admiring the teacher's face, staring at his face as a world famous painting inch by inch, and their eyes flickered after a while.

Kou Dong sat in the last row, holding his face lazily with his hands.

He met the eyes of the psychology teacher in an instant.

The young man's pupils were very light in color, like diluted amber, soaked in the whites of his eyes like a cold spring. He pushed the thin gold-rimmed glasses on his face, and his voice became calmer, but he seemed to look in Kou Dong's direction a few more times.

"The problems caused by the psychological barriers are undoubtedly serious. But I think it depends on the way people see the world."

This statement is a bit rare, and the students laughed and laughed, and no one took it seriously.

The young man turned his back and added a yellow underline to the words "socially acceptable way".

"The appropriate way of social recognition." He said calmly, "With the development of the economy, the way of social recognition is always changing. Not long ago, the society could not recognize women wearing pants, free love, and individual economic development. This all changed in a short period of time, which shows that social recognition is not an absolute standard line, and not being recognized does not mean a mistake.”

A student below asked aloud: "Teacher, are you referring to same-sex love?"

This question made many people laugh, and their eyes swept to the end. Kou Dong sat in the last row, and noticed that their particularly meaningful eyes swept over him one by one, and he was a little dazed.

He hasn't been swept away by so many gossip for a long time.

The psychology teacher also smiled slightly and pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"Yes," he said, "and no."

"We're talking about mental disorders. I believe that mental disorders won't always be an individual problem, and under increasing pressure, it will become a collective problem—"

"When everyone has this problem, no one thinks he's wrong."

He paused, smiled deeper, and said something that no one else could understand.

"The best way to hide an iris is to turn everyone else into an iris."

The bell rang for the end of class, but the classmates in the classroom did not all leave, and gathered in twos and threes beside the psychology teacher. It is said that he wants to ask questions, but most of them are actually careful thoughts when they are in love, as well as nympho and gossip. The young man is surrounded by these half-sized children, and he does not appear anxious at all, his breath is gentle Clean and silently accommodating people around.

Until a boy picked up his schoolbag and said with a smile: "Don't talk about it, didn't you understand that Teacher Si's boyfriend was waiting in the back for a long time?"

"..."

Kou Dong suddenly raised his head and looked left and right. He was the only one in the last few rows, and the others left early.

He reacted a beat slower.

……how.

I mean?

Several people chatted:

"Mr. Si is going on a date today?"

"White Day, such a lovely boyfriend, I'll go on a date too..."

"What are you doing, you haven't taken the exam yet?"

"Don't be long-winded, okay? I want to know what gift Mr. Si has prepared for her boyfriend. Is it romantic?"

In the chaos of the sound, the psychology teacher waved his hand with a smile, stopping the group of students who were getting more and more crazy.

"He's thin-skinned, don't joke."

The students' long "Oh" sound was instantly filled with souls.

Holding the thin handout in his hand, the man walked towards him from the podium. With each step closer, the expression on his face became softer, and his pupils finally turned into amber that almost melted in the sun.

It can flow down like honey.

Only if you pay attention, you will find that his pace has also increased slightly, and he will hold the young man's hand in his hand.

"Are you in a hurry?"

Kou Dong: "..."

This time he was sure that the legendary boyfriend was himself.

Seeing him shaking his head, the psychology teacher brought the backpack he was carrying, and took his hand naturally.

"Let's go."

Coaxing whistles came from behind, and some students shouted: "I wish the teacher and the little boyfriend a happy White Day!"

"Have fun and be immortal!"

The nonsense one was immediately beaten by his companions. The young psychiatrist seemed to be dumbfounded, and clenched his lover's hand even tighter.

His voice was low, and there was not much blame in it, but it seemed to be pampered: "These children."

Spring has not yet arrived, and there is still a chill in the wind.

The streets were full of couples. Kou Dong tied a thick scarf around his neck and walked forward hand in hand with him.

Looking at it, he vaguely felt that something was wrong.

Because it was Valentine's Day, there were many couples on the street, and seven or eight out of ten couples were of the same sex. Although Kou Dong lived in an era that was relatively open to same-sex people, and some countries also allowed same-sex marriage licenses, acknowledging that their marriage was true and valid, they belonged to a marginalized minority.

As far as he saw in the copy, most of them were just ordinary couples with normal sexual orientation. ——The current frequency is obviously a bit too high.

Another same-sex couple walked over intimately, one clasped the other's waist tightly, and the two looked like two rice cakes stuck together. Kou Dongqing couldn't help but turn his head to look, but the psychology teacher was always calm, as if he didn't feel any strangeness from this scene at all. Instead, he turned his head over with his hands and asked him, "Want to eat steak?"

Kou Dong nodded.

"I made a reservation for the dinner table in the revolving restaurant in advance," the young man said, stuffing one of his hands into his coat pocket, squinting, and speaking in a very low voice, "Does it count as a consonance?"

Kou Dong, adhering to the theme of "you have the final say on your date", nodded again.

Everything left and right is to make the NPC happy, and walking through the normal dating process is better than being squeezed by a vampire to suck blood.

After experiencing the wave of the blood clan, Kou Dong always felt that his psychological endurance was higher than before...

The dating process arranged by a psychiatrist can definitely serve as a model for most boyfriends in the world. The restaurant chooses the top-level revolving type on the tower, or the window seat, which can overlook the night view of the whole city from a high position; the dishes are matched just right, a bottle of champagne is opened, and there are more candles next to it, which is particularly atmospheric; after a little drunk, the two hold hands in the river While taking a walk, blowing the wind, shared the same pink oolong peach ice cream.

When looking from afar, the lights at night are connected into pieces, almost falling into the water.

"etc."

The psychiatrist stopped him.

"The shoelaces are open," the man said, his tone soft and helpless, "Be careful, are you not afraid of tripping?"

Kou Dong's footsteps stopped, and then he saw the other party crouching down in front of him. The man's fingers are slender and clean, and his nails are trimmed neatly. He usually holds chalk, but he is still spotless, and his knuckles are not eye-catching.

When he lectures, students admire his hands, his always straight back, and his long legs wrapped in trousers, in addition to his face.

No wonder it's so popular. It is difficult for such a person to hide in the crowd and not be noticeable.

...not like myself.

The grades are not good, the family background is not good, and it will not shine anywhere. Standing with a man is like an inconspicuous grain of sand next to a pearl.

After having this idea, Kou Dong couldn't help but be taken aback.

How could he have such negative thoughts?

The psychiatrist tied his shoelaces with the hand he used to write on the blackboard, and when he stood up, he caught a glimpse of his lover's slightly empty gaze, and his expression became numb. Immediately, he reached out and touched the young man's cold side face, which was blown by the wind, and said with a smile, "What are you thinking about?"

Kou Dong didn't speak, just frowned.

He vaguely felt that his state was a bit strange, as if it had changed after entering this instance, and he couldn't help but feel depressed. Even if it's a small thing, I can't help but think in a pessimistic direction.

Like tying shoelaces.

But he clearly felt very unusual in his heart, but he still had a smile on his face, and he couldn't see anything wrong.

The psychiatrist looked at him fixedly, and rolled his fingers over his chin.

"tasty?"

Kou Dong seemed to be divided by an invisible line, and thousands of messy thoughts were spinning in his heart, pulled by countless dark hands to be dragged into the abyss. He wanted to scream, howl, and run wildly—but no matter how he turned in his heart, there was still the slightest smile on his face, "Delicious."

It was the first time he had such a feeling, the muscles on his face seemed to be moving on their own, making expressions on their own, ignoring the instructions of the brain at all.

The psychiatrist didn't speak for a long time, and after a long time he opened his coat and put him in his arms, his voice low and gentle.

"Sick again?"

His temperature and breath were gentle and warm, and Kou Dong was hugged tightly by him, but he couldn't help shivering slightly.

"It's alright, it's alright," the young man coaxed in a low voice, taking the glasses off his face, revealing amber eyes hidden by thin lenses, "as I told you before. —mental disorder, just aThere's a cocoon in your body."

There was an almost morbid, abnormal infatuation in his pupils.

"...It will become a butterfly one day."