I studied beheading in a mental institution

Shangjing University, classroom.

It was already early for Lin Qiye and An Qingyu to arrive, but at this moment almost half of the classrooms were already filled. The entrance of their two unfamiliar faces attracted the attention of some people, but they just took a look at the two of them, then lowered their heads and went their separate ways. Flip through the book in hand.

To their surprise, Cao Yuan was sitting in the penultimate row and waved to them, as if he had been here for a long time.

"when did you come?"

"I didn't pay attention to the time... But when I came in, this classroom was still empty."

"I heard from Jiang Er that you went for a morning run?"

"Well, just run around."

Lin Qiye looked at Cao Yuan suspiciously, and sat down beside him, while An Qingyu sat on the other side.

"Qiye, let me ask you something." Cao Yuan hesitated for a long time, but still took the initiative to speak.

"what?"

"In general, how old is a doctor?"

Hearing this inexplicable question, Lin Qiye frowned, "It depends on the major."

"That's the kind...how about the Chinese department?"

"The undergraduate degree in the Chinese Department should be a normal four-year system... If you are 19 years old when you are a freshman, you will have four years for undergraduates, three years for graduate students, and a Ph. That is to say, if it is a PhD, at least 26 years old, maybe even 30 years old."

Cao Yuan's eyes gradually lit up.

"Which doctor girl do you like?" An Qingyu smelled something unusual, and asked with a smile, "That's right, according to Lao Cao's orientation, the younger ones definitely don't like it...the doctor should be older than him How old is he? If he has a plump body and has been divorced, it should be just right for him. Maybe there is one in Beijing University?"

Cao Yuan subconsciously wanted to deny it, but after struggling for a moment, he still turned his head silently and did not speak.

"Is it true?" Lin Qiye's eyes widened.

The Bluetooth headset in An Qingyu's ear suddenly lit up, he took it off helplessly, and stuffed it into Cao Yuan's ear,

The next moment, Jiang Er's excited voice instantly filled his mind:

"What's her name?! How old is she? Which college? Is it a student or a teacher? No... you just need to tell me her name, and I can retrieve all her records for you! Only photos are fine, I'll help you screen and screen!"

Cao Yuan took off the earphone silently, and handed it back to An Qingyu, "Ahem... I'll try to get in touch with myself first, and I'll let you know when necessary."

Lin Qiye and An Qingyu looked at each other with subtle expressions.

The section Lin Qiye and the others are currently attending is "Introduction to Philosophy". Less than 15 minutes into the class, Cao Yuan has already died on the second-to-last row of desks. Lin Qiye's eyelids are also trembling. Only An Qingyu, I have been listening carefully throughout the whole process, and my concentrated expression has been favored by the teacher's eyes one after another.

Fortunately, Li Yifei didn't get up. If he was here, the snoring would be enough to knock down the ceiling of the classroom.

Bored, Lin Qiye sank his consciousness into the mental hospital of the gods.

"King Jiji, it's time to drink the medicine."

"..."

Gilgamesh looked at the young lady in front of him that reached to his waist, the veins on his forehead were slightly bulging, he took two deep breaths, and then swallowed the words "drag out and dismember the body" that came to his mouth.

"Why don't you talk?" A'Zhu held a bowl of decoction and tilted his head puzzled.

"...This king doesn't want to talk to you."

"Oh, then you drink the medicine first."

"Put down the medicine, and I will drink it in a while."

"But the medicine doesn't taste good when it's cold!"

"This king doesn't want to drink now!"

"No, Manager Li ordered me to take good care of you!"

"..."

Gilgamesh clenched his fists uncontrollably, but looking at the innocent Azhu in front of him, he couldn't say a word of cruelty, let alone move.

If this happened back then, someone would have dared to talk to him like that, and the moment the word "King Jiji" came out, he would have been dragged out and dismembered on the spot. How could anyone have dared to talk to him like that?

I have to say that in some cases, sincerity is the best weapon.

In desperation, Gilgamesh grabbed the medicine bowl and drank all the soup in one gulp. His face was so gloomy that he could drip water, "So, are you satisfied?"

"The corner of your mouth is stained with medicine residue, wipe it off with a tissue." A'Zhu stood on tiptoe and held out a tissue with both hands.

Gilgamesh:……

Gilgamesh took the tissue, quickly wiped it on the corner of his mouth, and then gave him a hard look: "Get out!"

"it is good!"

Holding the empty bowl, A'Zhu bounced and walked outside the ward.

Looking at the back of A'Zhu leaving, Gilgamesh only felt tired for a while, he sat on the chair in the ward, and sighed helplessly...

After a few minutes.

"Old repeater! It's time to drink medicine!"

A'Zhu's voice resounded loudly on the rooftop of the sick building.

Yelande stood by the barbed wire, looking down at everything in the hospital. Hearing this voice, he turned his head slightly and said kindly:

"You're doing well, boy."

"I know, but you should drink the medicine!"

"You're doing well, boy."

"Okay, okay, you drink the medicine first! If you don't drink it, you will be cold"

"You're doing well, boy."

"..."

After A'Zhu found that the communication was ineffective, his little face suddenly collapsed. He waited on the rooftop for 3 minutes with the soup in his arms, but Yelande refused to drink the medicine, and just kept smiling and repeating that sentence.

"Old man! It's time for you to drink the medicine, it's already cold!!" A'Zhu felt that the soup in his arms was getting colder, and began to stamp his feet anxiously, "If you don't drink it, I'll feed you?"

"You're doing well, boy."

Seeing this, A'Zhu gritted her teeth, took a mouthful of medicine with a spoon, and slowly passed it to Yeland's mouth...

The moment the spoon was about to touch Yeland's lips, a terrifying repulsion surged out of his body!

Snapped--! !

The spoon in A'Zhu's hand exploded in an instant, and the sharp fragments cut through his delicate palm, and then the medicine bowl in his arms also shattered, as if an invisible sledgehammer hit his chest, and his short body smashed like a cannonball. On the barbed wire fence, cut a hole in the wire on the top floor of the sick building!

A'Zhu stared blankly at the kindly smiling figure, with his back turned to the ground, and fell rapidly.

At the moment when he was about to fall to the ground, an afterimage whizzed past and caught his body firmly, and then a breath of the king's fury rose into the sky!

Gilgamesh in a gray robe hugged the bruised Arjuna in one hand, and held a long sword in the other, pointing the blade straight at the tip of Yeland's nose. His sharp eyes were burning with anger,

"you wanna die??!"