If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon

Chapter 800 Answers
"Find a place to sit casually."

The carved oak door was opened, and Lin Xian, who held a pile of books in her left hand and breakfast in her right, led the way into the study room. Following her, Chu Zihang looked back for the last time at Lin Nian who was on the sofa in the lobby outside the guardrail on the second floor. He and Su Xiaoqiang also followed into the study and closed the door by the way.

Walking into the study, the light in front of Chu Zihang's eyes suddenly dimmed. The room was surrounded by bookshelves made of ash wood, without any gaps.

Because there are no windows in the study room, the bright sunlight outside the house cannot come in directly. All the lighting in the house is provided by electric wall lamps in the style of oil lamps. Although the light is dim, the advantages are obvious. All the fantasies of seclusion and privacy within a big city.

"You came early. If you were on time, you would have avoided a lot of trouble (she was referring to the gate)." Lin Xian put the books piled up in his arms on the bookshelves on both sides of the study.

Chu Zihang noticed that the books she was holding were basically related to brain science, and looked at the names on the neatly arranged spines of the bookshelf she was standing on: "Neural Logic", "Overloaded Brain", "From Nervous Yuan to Brain" and "Eternal Present Tense". From profound and serious medical books to patients' personal autobiographies, and even chicken soup books about training the brain and memory, it is hard to imagine how paranoid this woman is about the "brain" love.

"Find a place to sit and sit at ease. Don't worry, I'm not some strange medical madman. I won't put medicine in your drink and secretly perform craniotomy on you." Lin Xian didn't even look at Chu Zihang, and he could Guess what the other person is thinking.

For the reserve ace commissioner of the executive department, entering a new place and subconsciously collecting all the information is considered a passive skill, and Lin Xian also seems to have a special understanding of the way of thinking and action of people like Chu Zihang.

"I'm not interested in the brain because I'm a weirdo. This is the elective direction I chose at Kassel College." Lin Xian sorted the newly bought books one by one according to the category and number, and then read the A white-covered notebook records the title and number of each book.

"You're not a student." Lin Xian was still standing, so Chu Zihang didn't choose to sit down, and stood there waiting for her to sort the books.

"Who said that only students have electives? Haven't you heard that there is no end to learning?" Lin Xian said with a smile while categorizing, "Teachers are also divided into temporary teachers and regular teachers. It took me a semester to pass the formal Believe me in the teacher’s assessment, it’s not as easy as getting a GPA of 4.0. First of all, you have to take full attendance, secondly, you can’t make any mistakes and demerits, and then you have to show your grades.”

"Thanks to the blessing of Professor Toyama Masashi, I provided him with some minor help in an academic paper, and was lucky enough to get the qualification to sign and thus became a full-time teacher. Becoming a full-time teacher is just the beginning, and the next step It is to apply for an official professor position." Lin Xian bent over to make notes in his notebook, Chu Zihang took the initiative to look sideways to avoid the exciting curve outlined by the black dress.

"If you want to be awarded the title of professor at Kassel College, you need at least five years of formal teaching experience, and a thesis approved by the 'Thot*** website, and you also need to accept two full-time professors and one tenured professor. The defense assessment by the judging panel, and finally take the unified professor title examination and get a grade of 'B' or above." Lin Xian picked up the last book and tiptoed it into the upper bookshelf, and finally put it on the bookshelf A large black notebook with a leather hard case was placed horizontally, and he walked towards the desk with an oil lamp in the center of the study, "After the official teacher, it is time to consider the evaluation of the tenured professor, but that is not what I should do now. I've thought about it, I heard that Lu Mingfei's tutors are still struggling with the title of tenured professor."

"Will you stay at Kassel College after Lin Nian graduates?" Chu Zihang walked to the sea-blue single sofa bed and sat down under Lin Xian's signal.

"Probably yes, judging from his current situation, he will probably not change his 'job' in the future. The executive department has already relied on him, and he is used to the world here. If he suddenly graduates four years later Going back to a normal life, I'm afraid even he himself can't adapt to it?" Lin Xian sat behind the desk and arranged the things on the table neatly, except for books and some educational and entertainment gadgets, Rubik's Cube, Chess Chess pieces, etc., and even old-fashioned antique record players can be seen, and the copper-clad trumpet mouth is full of traces of time.

"Post-war psychological syndrome has always been a problem that has plagued military service members. On average, every three executive department commissioners in the secret party will have similar symptoms and need to report to the psychological department regularly. After all, normal soldiers On the battlefield, they are faced with trenches and bullets, but the executives are all faced with things that challenge the limits of human endurance." Lin Xian leaned back slightly on the back of the white chair with the notebook on his wrist, The oil lamp on the table cast her shadow smoothly on the bookshelf behind her, elongated enough to reach the ceiling.

"Post-war psychological syndrome has always been a problem that has plagued military service members. On average, one of every three executive department commissioners in the secret party will have similar symptoms and need to report to the psychological department regularly. After all, normal soldiers On the battlefield, there are trenches and bullets, but the Commissioners of the Executive Department are all faced with things that challenge the limits of human endurance."

Lin Xian picked up the pen and pressed the button on the notebook in the opposite direction, and the tip of his nose popped out. While the ballpoint pen was spinning between his slender fingers, he slightly looked up at Chu Zihang on the sofa with a smile, "Then what is the psychology of this application?" Chu Zihang, the student who consulted, are you also facing such a problem?"

Chu Zihang looked at Lin Xian who had entered the psychiatrist state without a trace, and was silent for a while, as if he was quietly thinking about sorting out his words.

During this gap, Lin Xian turned sideways and took out a box of matches from the desk drawer, gently pushed the matchstick with his thumb to bend it onto the red phosphorus bar, lit the match with one hand and inserted it into the oil lamp on the table, Lit the only lamp that really needs oil as fuel.The fire light first brightened and then dimmed, and as the light stabilized, the soft lines on Lin Xian's face were also made three-dimensional by the shadows, and the flickering lights reflected in his eyes were truly beautiful, "Don't worry about your problem, Chu Zihang , Opening the heart is a necessary process of psychotherapy.”

At this time, Chu Zihang said, "I had a dream last night."

"Everyone dreams, sometimes it's good and sometimes it's bad." Lin Xian flicked his wrist lightly, extinguished the matchstick and threw it into the metal trash can. Through the warm yellow light of the oil lamp, he watched Chu Zihang's life clearly outlined by light and shadow. With a faint smile on his face, he said, "I think if it's just a simple nightmare, it's far from enough for Chu Zihang, the president of the Lion Heart Club, to come to me specially. After all, in the previous consultation records of the Psychological Department, your initiative The application records are zero, and the number of psychological treatments you have received on record is only five short, and they are all psychological examinations under the mandatory order of the Executive Department."

"Excuse me." Chu Zihang wanted to ask a question, but couldn't find a suitable nickname for Lin Xian for a while.

"Just call me the doctor. Of course, it's only for this psychological consultation. If it's normal, just call me by my name." Lin Xian nodded slightly.

"Doctor, what are dreams made of?" Chu Zihang nodded and asked calmly.

"When the brain is processing memory, the scattered nerve impulses." Lin Xian pressed the ballpoint pen, "When the human brain sleeps at night, the neurons will not stop processing information, and the memory will raise dust when it is processed by the human brain. The bioelectricity, when picked up by the neurons, creates the dream—that's what I think is the essence of dreams."

"Dreams are fragments of memory?" Chu Zihang extracted the essence of Lin Xian's expression.

"It can be said like this." Lin Xian nodded, "The core point of Freud's interpretation of dreams is that dreams are the product of the subconscious's disguised expression after the instinctual desires cannot be satisfied. It means that people will give priority to some things that the brain cares about when they are sleeping. Memories, those memories are usually things that the dreamer values, desires, or... fears."

Speaking of this, Lin Xian smiled, "It's a coincidence, the patient I talked to last time also sought my help because of a dream."

"I dreamed about scenes and people that I have never seen before." Chu Zihang said, "Is this normal?"

"You mean that your dreams have memories that you have never had?"

"Yes."

"Can you describe the content of the dream in detail?"

"It's all about a woman." Chu Zihang said, "The content is just some daily trivial matters, nothing particularly abnormal."

"You said before that the dreams are all memories you never had. That means you don't know this woman at all in reality." Lin Xian pointed to Chu Zihang's problem.

"Yes."

"Could it be too sensitive?" Lin Xian suddenly raised his head, straightened his body and chose a comfortable position to sit down. The notebook was placed on the table, and the ballpoint pen was tapped in the palm of his hand and asked with a smile, "Just because Dreamed of a stranger and came here to seek help from the psychology department? If you know that the commissioner of the executive department hates our psychology department one of the best."

"If you have a question that cannot be answered, you naturally need to seek help to find the answer." Chu Zihang said.

"If you follow the normal situation, it is normal to dream of strangers or even strange places. For example, if someone dreams of a ghost, he will never actually see a ghost. He has really been to heaven." Lin Xian said, "The memory fragments that make up the dream are fragmented, it is an intangible thing pieced together by trillions of puzzles, maybe this woman is just you in 20 years of life. A passer-by you glimpsed in the middle of the night may also be a "stranger" that you have pieced together the characteristics of countless faces. It is not worth your fear or confusion just because you don't know her. I am more worried than a dream It is your usual psychological pressure problem that you actively apply for psychological counseling because of this problem."

"But that dream is very real." Chu Zihang said after a moment of silence, "It's like I really experienced those for a while."

"Really?" Lin Xian smiled slightly, and after thinking for about three or four seconds, he said, "I think I know where your real doubts are. Let me guess, Chu Zihang, do you think that dream was too real? It’s so real that you feel that you have indeed lost part of your memory.”

Chu Zihang didn't answer this question, he looked at Lin Xian's bright eyes in the burning lamp without saying a word.

"How about that woman?" Lin Xian asked suddenly.

Chu Zihang raised his head, as if he didn't quite understand what Lin Xian meant.

"If it's a dream, and it's so clear that you can mistake it for your real experience, then that woman must have impressed you, right? Or a girl?"

Chu Zihang stared at Lin Xian in a daze.

"I don't know how to read minds, it's just a logical guess, which can make you unsure whether it's a real dream, it must be a memory from a long time ago, if it does exist, then that time can leave a deep impression on you Most of the women in the world exist in the form of 'girls'." Lin Xian said with a smile, "The premise is that she is still in the shelf life of 'girls' until now."

"Ah."

"How old does she feel to you in your dream?"

"Around 16 years old."

"is it beautiful?"

"."

"Okay, let me ask this question in a different way. Among normal 16-year-old women, is her appearance and body shape considered 'excellent' or 'average' based on the mission evaluation level of the Executive Department?"

"Excellent." Chu Zihang gave a pertinent evaluation.

"Did she interact with you in the dream? What did she say and what did she do?"

"We are in a house in a courtyard, about [-] square meters, an old-fashioned building with red tiles, and there is a well-blooming sycamore tree in the yard. I am sorting out textbooks, and she is practicing gymnastics."

"Is there no verbal communication?"

"Have."

"details?"

". Puppy love."

Lin Xian raised her eyebrows. If it was a normal psychological consultation, then the psychiatrist would probably have reached a conclusion on the patient's condition by now, but she didn't do that, and the questions and answers continued.

"...if this memory is indeed true, do you think it will have any effect on your life?"

"I do not know."

"The answer is yes and no."

".Won't."

"Do you have a crush on that girl? It causes you to dream about her often."

"No."

"Is that girl important to you? Is there any agreement between you that you must remember? It's like a necklace lock that needs a fixed key to open."

"No."

"If the memory does exist, do you think you have to recall every detail of it?"

"I do not know."

"The only answer is yes and no."

".Yes."

After asking some more detailed questions, Lin Xian put down the ballpoint pen and stood up from behind the desk. With the tip of his right finger, he lightly slid across Guanghua Jianren's desktop, and walked around to the sofa where Chu Zihang was sitting. A chair sat down, looked the boy straight in the eyes and said, "You're probably disappointed right now?"

Chu Zihang met Lin Xian's eyes, neither his face nor his eyes showed any emotion. This is a compulsory course for executive officers, but Lin Xian is still very sure of his speculation, "It seems that you are really disappointed. , starting to think that the psych department can't help you but you never doubt your feelings."

"I heard Lin Nian talk about you. I did my homework after knowing that you are the one who made an appointment today." She looked at Chu Zihang and said softly, "You have had a very difficult time. It is a huge secret that no one will believe, and it is also the suffering you have been carrying since childhood. So you have developed a firm self. When you believe in something, unless you find evidence to prove or overthrow it, no one before that You won't follow blindly any advice."

The former boy ran to tell the story of the father and son on the elevated road, but no one believed him, even his mother would only hug him and mourn the dead man, which is huge for a child The blow. But that boy grew up from this kind of blow, and later proved the correctness of his insistence in the admission letter of the mystery academy, which means that he was born with the ability to never A self-character that is shaken by external forces.

"Going back to the previous question, if you think you have to recall that memory, it means that that memory has a certain importance to you, and this 'importance' is actually the source of your confusion." Lin Xian said, " So we need to be clear, do you want to confirm the authenticity of this memory, or you already have the answer in your heart, and you just want to find a way to find this memory."

"Although I probably know your answer, I still need you to answer this question yourself." She looked down at Chu Zihang with a slight smile on his lips.

The study was quiet for a long time, with the lights flickering, Chu Zihang replied, "I want to find this memory."

"You already knew the answer to that dream, but this time you are just trying to find the answer itself." Lin Xian looked at Chu Zihang and tilted his head slightly, "So you are very disappointed now, aren't you? If you want To unearth that non-existent memory, what you may need is a brain excavation, not a simple talk therapy."

Chu Zihang didn't answer this question, but Lin Xian's answer was exactly what he thought. This feeling was like keeping a book with Chu Zihang's name written on the spine in this study room. Lin Xian has read him carefully and left footnotes on every important line.

"You are very lucky, really lucky." Lin Xian looked at Chu Zihang with a smile, "It is true that I am not the person you really want to meet today, but you would never have guessed that in the next room of this villa, there is someone what you want"

'Speaking Spirit·Hypnosis'.

　ps: If the Pupil Master of Eternal Burning returns to the rainy night when 'Dandelion' landed.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)