Chapter 112 I'm charging

At this point, Gu Qingrong's eyes stared straight at Zeng's mouth... the straw he bit? "Is it delicious?" He asked. "Hmm?" Zeng passed and looked at his lemon tea suspiciously. "It's delicious. I like this kind of tea best. It's just that if you drink too much, it's easy to get fat, or drink less." "Give me a try." As soon as his words fell, he reached out and took them from her and handed her his milk tea. "You also try mine." Hmm? ? How did he learn this trick so quickly? ! In the blink of an eye, the lemon tea in her hand has reached his mouth, and his milk tea has been forced into her hand by him. All right. She tried, too. Milk tea is indeed a good thing that can make people happy in this world. Her bite, full of milk flavor and tea flavor, sucks the full Q-bomb pearls into her mouth and chews them. It is simply paradise on earth. Gu Qingrong looked at her face and asked, "Do you like it very much?" "Hmm." "Then I'll give you one." "No, no, waste." One of his students has no money, so she can't spend his money indiscriminately. What's more, after her living expenses were distributed this month, there was not much left. Gu Qingrong did not insist, so he said, "Since it tastes good, then you can drink mine and we will exchange it." She thought he liked her lemon tea too, but she saw him take a sip. The sour taste in it made his eyebrows frown slightly and his eyelids trembled. I guess it's sour. "Don't you like sour?" She's a little worried. "Not bad." "If you don't like it, let's change it back." "No." He refused, like a person who would rather suffer for his girlfriend to drink well and eat well. "It's not bad, but I don't understand, don't girls like to drink sweet things? Why do you like to drink sour?" "Life is ups and downs. How can we not stand this sour?" She said, "My father taught me this." He smiled, looked her in the eye, and sighed heartily: "Your father... is a very good person." Just like you, he is also a good man and a person who can bring him happiness and sunshine. The two smiled at each other, stopped talking, and looked at each other silently while drinking, lingering. The two were silent for a while and remembered what Coach Zhou Xin told her. "Gu Qingrong." She made a noise and broke the silence. "Coach Zhou Xin came to me a few days ago." He froze, his eyes paused, silent for a moment and asked, "What does he want you to do?" "It's for your sake." He was suspicious. "Your illness..." she said bluntly, "Emotional eating disorder is not very serious, but if you don't pay attention to it, it will become more and more serious and even affect your competition." Gu Qingrong listened quietly to her. Zeng looked at him firmly: "You like short track speed skating so much that your only dream is to enter the national team and participate in the 2022 Winter Olympics as a representative of China. However, you should know that the national standards and requirements will be stricter and will not cause any sickness on athletes, otherwise they will be withdrawn from the competition. I don't want you to miss this opportunity. " "I hope..." she persuaded word by word, "You can stand proudly and proudly at the peak like a king. The audience admires, admires, applauds and flowers, and I don't want you to be defeated before entering the arena. Become a person who was eliminated due to retirement." She held out her hand, grasped his hand tightly, pinched it, and said seriously, "Gu Qingrong, promise me, let's go to a psychologist, OK? It doesn't matter, I will always be with you, you have to be afraid, I am there." The boy was silent all the time, and his dark eyes fell tightly on her. He seemed to be thinking about her words, and seemed to be thinking about something, and the waves in his eyes were uncertain. "You..." he paused. "Do you want me to see a doctor?" "Of course, I don't want you to reject this." "Good." He said, "I promise you, promise Coach Zhou's request to see a doctor." Zeng passed a great sigh of relief. Gu Qingrong didn't want to see a doctor in the past, but after all, he didn't open his heart and exposed all his scars in front of the doctor, which made him feel insecure. However, the past gave him courage and encouragement. As she said, she doesn't want him to be forced out of the competition before he enters the competition through his own efforts and become a eliminated loser. He used to be so proud and proud of things that he didn't want to lose them because of this disease. Therefore, he is willing to give it a try for himself and for the sake of the past. * Zhou Xin was very happy when he received a phone call from Gu Qingrong and received the news that he was willing to go to see a doctor. He should thank Zeng Shao. The next day, Gu Qingrong had no course. When Zhou Xin found him, he took a person with him. That man is Zhou Xin's good friend, Lin Hao, the top psychologist in China. "Hello, Gu Qingrong." Lin Hao stretched out his hand and said hello, "I am Lin Hao, the psychologist responsible for giving you psychological counseling this time." Lin Hao is wearing a long white jacket, with red face and white teeth, thin and tall body, wearing a pair of glasses, and his temperament is very fresh and gentle. Gu Qingrong paused, reached out and shook hands with him, and pulled the corners of his mouth: "Hello, Gu Qingrong." Lin Hao looked at him tightly and said, "I can feel it from your palm that you are nervous." Gu Qingrong's pupils dilated and he felt that this person was not simple. "It doesn't matter, I'm not so fierce, and I'm not so unprofessional. Don't worry, give yourself to me, and I will reassure you." "Thank you, thank you." * On the first day of meeting, Gu Qingrong thought he would start treatment for him, but Lin Hao didn't, but sat face to face, chatting like an old friend. He admitted that when chatting, the person in front of him could talk to his heart every word, so that his body and mind could relax comfortably, and he gradually believed in him and took the initiative to chat with him. After Lin Hao asked him the basic information, he didn't ask these questions again. Instead, he turned to look at the campus outside and sighed that Big A was really big and beautiful. This time, the two talked very comfortably. Before leaving, Lin Hao gave him a business card and said with a smile: "Gu Qingrong, we can talk like friends. I am very lucky, you can believe me." Looking at his distant back, Gu Qingrong looked down at the business card in his hand, which said "Lin Hao, Psychologist" with a string of addresses attached below. * The next day was Saturday, and Gu Qingrong shouted that he had passed to accompany him to a place. Zeng passed with him to a large office building, went to the sixth floor, and went directly into a facade that said "Lin Hao Personal Studio". It took a long time to know vaguely that Gu Qingrong called her to come here to let her accompany him and give him strength. Because, starting today, he will receive regular psychotherapy. It is very large inside, the decoration style is very modern, simple black and white style. After the two men went in, the lady at the front desk asked Gu Qingrong's name and took him to a room as soon as she heard his name was "Gu Qingrong". After Gu Qingrong went in, he wanted to follow up, but was stopped by the receptionist. "Miss, psychotherapy requires a very quiet and comfortable environment. No third party can be present. You can wait outside. Thank you for your cooperation." Helpless, once passed can only wait outside. Guess Gu Qingrong went in three hours later, he came out. When he came out, his face was pale, his short hair was wet, and his forehead was sweating. "Gu Qingrong." She stepped forward and looked at him with a frown. "How are you? Are you all right?" I thought he had been abused in it, but he didn't dictate it. On the contrary, with Lin Hao's in-depth hypnosis and understanding, gradually, he opened his heart and told some family things. The pain brought to him by family of origin is too heavy, and it has always been his heart knot, which makes him unable to let go. After this treatment, although the process of recalling was painful, fortunately, he woke up from a big dream. After sweating profusely, he was physically and mentally comfortable, making his heart beat gently all the time. Zeng passed and finally breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to take him away, he suddenly stepped forward and hugged her tightly. Every time, every time he felt powerless, depressed and at a loss, he wanted to hug her and let her give him strength. And this time, too. "What's the matter?" She patted him on the back. "There is no electricity." She smiled. "I am charging." He said.