Quick Transmigration: Losing All Standing and Reputation - Chapter 113

[Chapter 113 Born Perverted (XVIII)]

Since the end of the meeting, Yang Juncheng has been following Song Que’s movements. It wasn’t the first time he used conversation to create a potential murderer, but Song was different from the previous ones. In Yang Juncheng’s eyes, the previous ones were all just losers in life. He could easily control them in his hands and see through them. They hide their most filthy desires/desires deep in their hearts, and then stir them up.

Song is the type he has never tried before, a proud and typical social elite, defiant. Although Yang Juncheng didn’t want to admit it, he had to admit that Song was charming and even slightly better than him. This is not a person that Yang Juncheng can easily control. Before this, he has never tried. But Song provoked Yang Juncheng’s desire to win, making him want to break through himself and complete this contest.

In Yang Juncheng’s view, the goddess of victory already wanted to lean over to give him a kiss.

In the face of a talented student like Song who is familiar with psychological intervention, he did not dare to be as casual as those before. Yang Juncheng has always been very careful about his words and deeds, so as not to be discovered by the prey before he catches it. The last meeting was just a slight opening of the door, which would not achieve his goal immediately, but it should bring some changes to Song.

Song is really not feeling well now.

Although Yang Juncheng’s mind is not right, so far, every word he has said when facing Song Que is from the bottom of his heart. It was because of knowing this that Song had a hard time.

He wants to stop thinking, but the brain that has been suppressed for many years seems to have the upper hand at this moment, driving Song Que’s little self into the corner, watching himself constantly thinking about Yang Juncheng’s words as if he is watching another person .

Law and morality, all these explicit and secret rules, are ultimately for the sake of a stable word. And social stability often seeks the interests of the mediocre majority. An outstanding person like Song Que can gain limited benefits from stability, and sometimes he has to give up his own benefits in order to maintain stability.

From a fundamental point of view, what Yang Juncheng said is not wrong. Everything he knew, recognized, and acted as the bottom line was nothing but a long-term squeeze that the majority of society had done to the minority in order to protect their own living space.

Du Feng was the first to notice Song Que’s change. In the past, Song Que returned from high cold to high cold, and poisonous tongue returned to poisonous tongue, but it didn’t feel like it was now.

Song Que sat in the back seat as soon as he got in the car, leaned back as soon as he closed his eyes, and didn’t say hello to Du Feng, as if Du Feng was really his driver.

Du Feng was stunned for a moment and called Brother Song.

Song Que lifted his eyelids and glanced at Du Feng, “Huh?”

Du Feng felt a little aggrieved. Brother Song didn’t look at people like this before. No matter who he said, he would look at it intently, instead of the way he is now, with a fluttering glance, as if he didn’t care what you said at all.

It’s not over yet. Seeing that Du Feng has not spoken, Song still said to him: “If there is nothing else, don’t make any more noise, I want to sleep.”

Du Feng was wronged.

After coming down like this twice, Du Feng couldn’t hold back, and still made a polite protest: “Brother Song, you have changed.”

Song glanced at him, and the corner of his mouth twitched. Not laughing… Who knows what that expression is?

Du Feng was chilled by him. When he was about to shut up and pretend that he didn’t say anything, he heard Song say: “The mental state is a little ups and downs, don’t worry about me.”

Du Feng has not heard this kind of standard for several days. Song Que’s tone changed. He was a little moved when he heard this, and immediately nodded. After nodding, he couldn’t help but ask, “Brother Song, do you want to hire a psychiatrist in the team?”

Song Que raised his arm and pressed it against his eyes. , After the splitting headache passed, he opened his mouth and said, “You brother Song is the best.”

This is not a complete conceit. For other patients, Song may not be able to boast, but for himself, he is the best psychiatrist. Others can only alleviate his condition, and only he can decide whether to live or die together.

Song Que and Du Feng aside, Yang Juncheng was very satisfied with what he saw. Even Song Que’s laughter when chatting with the little nurse failed to affect Yang Juncheng’s mood. Song didn’t focus on chatting with a little nurse. While waiting for Yang Juncheng, he seemed to be simply bored. Anyone who came to talk to him could catch up. So even if he is funny and humorous, he can make people laugh and laugh in a few words, these little girls will not misunderstand that he means anything special to them. Yang Juncheng observed silently, only to feel that Song Que’s ego was slowly opening up. He is an arrogant person, so he would not be easily interested in these beautiful young nurses. This disinterest is manifested in neglect in the past, but now it is casual teasing. This teasing makes people blush and heartbeats to verify their charm. Yang Juncheng can almost assert that Song’s self-centered and selfish side has gradually overwhelmed his fair and lawful side, which means that Yang Juncheng can make some bolder attempts.

Song Que sat down on the chair as soon as he entered the office, unlike in the past, waiting for Yang Juncheng to speak before pulling the chair away. He sits comfortably, leaning back in his chair, his hands resting loosely on the handles on either side of the chair, not as defensive as before. Song, however, looked in Yang Juncheng’s direction with a slight contemptuous smile, looking up and down at Yang Juncheng, as if waiting for a performance.

Yang Juncheng stiffened for a moment almost immediately. He quickly relaxed again, as if nothing had happened, but he couldn’t help thinking that Song, whose dark side was dug out bit by bit, was more annoying than his superficial personality.

Yang Juncheng hated Song Que’s gaze, but he felt that it was a good time to pretend that he was a fool psychiatrist, so that Song Que thought he had full power, and then he hinted it quietly.

It’s a good idea, but Song’s mocking look makes him almost unable to act. If he hadn’t told himself that the more difficult the process, the more plentiful the fruits would be, Yang Jun would have almost given up. Fortunately, Yang Juncheng’s efforts were effective, and the talks about accepting himself made Song open himself a little bit, showing his aggressiveness and aggressiveness.

Yang Juncheng talks about violence for the first time.

Of course, he was careful not to refer to violence in any way that was advocating or advising. This is just a test to test Song’s attitude towards violence at this time.

Song accepted this temptation without any resistance, whether it was his eyes or his body language, they were all attached to his language. He has no obvious aversion to violence, and even reveals an attitude – sometimes violence is also an art, involving beauty and certain substances of the soul.

Song, however, chatted freely, apparently chatting happily. But as he spoke, he stopped suddenly, as if the excessive enthusiasm that had dominated him just disappeared, and the whole person looked cold and depressed.

Yang Juncheng tentatively wanted to re-raise the topic, but Song just looked at him coldly and said nothing. Yang Juncheng suddenly understood that the consciousness of wanting to restrain himself in Song Que’s mind never disappeared, it was quietly lurking, and when his other side was in the dark, it suddenly appeared.

The success at hand suddenly became detached, Yang Juncheng pursed his lips, a little unwilling.

At the end of today’s diagnosis and treatment, Song returned to silence. This silence was different from the arrogant reticence he used to speak, but it was not the extreme ego he had before. Yang Juncheng clearly saw the traces of his own changes in him, so he couldn’t let go. He couldn’t help thinking that Song was struggling to maintain his balance and was exhausted. As long as he took a step forward and made it more obvious, he would be able to explode this already chaotic barrel. Yang Juncheng is immersed in drawing out Song Que’s dark side to his enlarged career, but he doesn’t know that he has been led out of his comfort zone by Song Que and begins to try some bolder and more explicit inducements.

For the first time in the following conversation, Song recorded the difficult inductive language, but it was not enough. He wanted something more excessive.

So when he walked into Yang Juncheng’s clinic one day, Song gave the performance that an acting school should have.

He was both excited and frightened, the two emotions were mixed together, and they were full of overflowing from his eyes. Yang Juncheng could realize that something crucial had happened just by looking into his eyes.

Sure enough, Song took the initiative to speak: “I killed a dog. He was very small and barked all the time. I couldn’t see how cute it was, and it was hard to bear it. It was too ignorant. I’ve been pestering me, I can’t even tell if other people are angry or angry, and I don’t know how to keep quiet.”

This paragraph was extremely indifferent, and even seemed a little scary.

But the next second, Song buried his face in his palm, almost collapsed. Yang Juncheng didn’t know if he was crying, only that his shoulders were trembling imperceptibly, obviously not calm. When he raised his face, there was a circle of red around his eyes.

“I, I don’t know, now I’m killing animals, what about in the future? Am I unable to be a good person?”

Even if it was a repentance-like remark, the center point was not the poor puppy, but himself. Yang Juncheng once again confirmed that this is a person who is as unsympathetic as him, only restrained by some bullshit principles. And now, he wants to help him discover his true self.

Yang Juncheng lightly patted Song Que’s shoulder, narrowed the psychological distance between the two, and comforted him: “Listen to me, this is not the case. If the good and the bad are determined by those who are different from you , you are destined to live as a good person only by going against your nature. But your pain comes from not accepting your true self. To solve the pain, you must clear the so-called morality and law in your mind and accept the real you. You who are extremely egoistic, arrogant, capable, and fond of excitement. Appreciating the aesthetics of violence is not a shameful thing. From now on, you don’t have to suppress yourself, you can even create your own aesthetics. You know, the knife and the The heart has always been the best match.”

Song raised his head and stared at Yang Juncheng, his black eyes didn’t turn, he said after a long time, “You mean, accept the one who has the desire/desire for violence, and then express yourself desire.”

Yang Juncheng didn’t speak immediately, but he looked at Song Que, who seemed to be about to be destroyed, and still couldn’t hold back: “Yes, destroy, destroy, and your pain will disappear from now on.

” When thinking about it, Yang Juncheng smiled slightly and said, “If your heart still feels empty after venting, you might as well put a small osmanthus flower. Osmanthus flower can always make people calm.”

[End of This Chapter]