Crazy Psychologist

This is the fifth time that Hu Peng has been late this month. Although it is true that he starts work earlier than ordinary company employees, teachers of Hu Peng's age should have been accustomed to such a schedule.

I have taught fifth grade students twice in a row, and this year is also my eleventh year as a teacher.

The male teacher, and an experienced male teacher like Hu Peng, is still very valued in the school. The admission level of the fifth grade graduates for two consecutive years has reached the entrance level of the city's first-class public primary schools. It can be said that the school recommends His participation in the city's outstanding young teacher selection is well deserved.

But there are some problems with Hu Peng's recent state.

He read many medical books but could not find the reason. Maybe it was some kind of neurosis or hysteria.

On Google, he also searched for some articles from 2020. The articles were fragmentary, but the content was very consistent with his symptoms.

Ah, have you already called these weird things symptoms?

Since it is a symptom, it can be considered a disease to some extent. Since it is a disease, there is always a treatment. There is no need to hold on by yourself. Maybe it is just like a cold, just take some medicine and it will be cured. Otherwise, go to Kyoichi University Affiliated Hospital to make a check-up.

But are these symptoms really a disease?

If that forum had not stopped maintenance due to server issues, I would really like to leave a message and ask the owners of those articles what happened to them and whether they have overcome those problems.

Hu Peng just came out of the school personnel office. He frowned, and he was still complaining in his heart. What age is this? Why does the school still need a place like the personnel department? Although it has long been renamed the human resources office, what are these administrative positions? What's the role? It neither improves teaching standards nor creates any benefits for teachers. In the final analysis, it is a position to manage people, which is no different from the personnel department of my parents' generation.

It’s okay to be late for self-study in the morning, but because a child in the class today started vomiting on the school bus because he ate breakfast too quickly, and he still vomited all the way to class, even though Hu Peng was five days late. Minutes, but so many unexpected things can happen in school in these five minutes.

First, a first-year girl named Liu Yitong told her deskmate that she wanted to vomit. Before she could finish her words, she vomited on her deskmate. The vomit turned into a bowl of egg drop soup on her dark blue suspender dress. My deskmate screamed in fright, "Teacher, she vomited, and she vomited all on me."

There is no teacher, the teacher has not arrived yet.

At that time, Hu Peng was still debating whether to go back on the subway. He was a little impatient, but he couldn't get rid of his worry no matter what. The door should be locked. How could it not be locked?

What's more, even if there is no lock, there will be no thieves. In broad daylight, most people will think that the door of this house is not closed properly. What's more, there is a security door downstairs, and a password is required to enter and exit. Although there are only two households on one floor, the neighbors next door seem to be at home all the time during the day, but they often come back very late at night.

After all, who would forget to lock the door?

No matter how Hu Peng recalled the details, the scene when he locked the door was like a drawer being pulled out of his memory. All the scenes were in that drawer, and the drawer was sent to another space and could never be found again.

The more Hu Peng thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. He was not married yet, and there was nothing he could steal at home. The most valuable thing was a laptop, but it was a model from five years ago. Even if he sold it now, it wouldn't be worth it. A few bucks.

I don’t have much savings. After buying a house, I only have tens of thousands of dollars left in my bank card. But what about the bank card?

He took out his wallet from his pants pocket. In a crowded subway car, it was not easy to take out his wallet from his pants pocket.

He whispered sorry over and over again. In fact, he didn't know which person he was greeting. Anyway, with any passenger as the center, circles with different radii can be drawn in the subway.

He turned his body slightly, so that when he raised his elbow, the outside of his arm would touch a boy who looked like a college student. There was always trouble when he met a woman, even if he said, "Ouch."

It would inevitably make him feel ashamed.

Who wants to touch you?

This is Hu Peng's heartfelt voice. Even if there are beautiful women crowding around him, his thoughts are completely in his mind, rummaging for the memory shell in tight swimming trunks.

Yes, the bank card is still in the wallet.

Hu Peng felt relieved for a few seconds. When he remembered the stop announcement, he hesitated whether to get off the bus. The person behind him asked behind him, "Can you get off?"

Hu Peng could only turn his body sideways to make way for the passengers behind him. There were still five stops before he got off, but Hu Peng's legs were tied with stones and he didn't dare to move even half a step inside. An aunt behind him couldn't stand it. , Duoduo said, "If you don't want to get off, just go in. If you are blocked at the door, don't get off. Do you know how to take the subway? You are a foreigner."

Hu Peng wanted to reply to this complaint without swearing, but he was really wrong and could only endure it.

It was fine if the aunt didn't say anything. What the aunt said awakened a neuron in Hu Peng's brain. Now, Hu Peng's mind was filled with the sound of getting off, getting off, getting off.

Go back and take a look. What if there is really no lock? No matter how worthless the notebook is, it's not like a thief would pretend he didn't see something so easy to grab on the table.

Just stuff it into your bag or hold it in your hand and take it away.

Although there are surveillance cameras in the corridors and in the community, will the police really go all out to catch the thief for this little money?

In the final analysis, it has nothing to do with money, but mainly the work materials and photos inside. If these things are gone, the teaching accumulation over the years will not be recovered.

It's all my fault that I don't have the habit of backing up my hard drive, or uploading to a cloud disk is a good habit.

At least you don't have to be so nervous now.

The more nervous the thief gets, the easier it is for the thief to open the door and walk into the living room or bedroom, sit on the sofa at home or simply lie on the bed without taking off his shoes. Oh my God, how could the thief still take off his shoes?

Anyway, he didn't lock the door, so he just treated it as his own home, lying down and looking at every place in his room, as if he were looking at a person without any clothes.

This feeling made Hu Peng blush and sweat burst from his back. No matter how he tried to control it with consciousness or spiritual power, it was all to no avail.

The cold air from the air conditioner in the subway blew, and my shirt stuck to my back, making me feel cold.

He shivered, and when he arrived at the station, he was muttered by the aunt behind him who smelled of perm water.

"Get off the car? What's wrong with you?"