After the breakup, I brought glory to my family and country

Chapter 32 032: Song Zhi was forcefully hugged
Song Zhi lifted the basketball in front of him, held it with both hands and turned it around. He looked around it carefully and found nothing that could cause panic, not even a graffiti grimace.

What is he afraid of?
Song Zhi felt his nerves tense and opened his lips slightly: "You"

The words of inquiry stopped on the lips, and he stopped talking.

She frowned, pursed her lips, and turned away from him, feeling baffled by the sudden concern: Song Zhi, don't worry about what this weirdo is doing, and stop meddling in his own business.

She was not a nosy person. Just as she was about to leave, she suddenly ran into a warm embrace behind her, and a faint fragrance surrounded her, like pine after snow.

Song Zhi is fragrant, but I can't dislike the smell, and I even want to absorb more.

Jiang Yu's hand fell on her waist, and he made fists with both hands, which was still a gentleman's hand.

But so what, Song Zhi quickly realized that she was being forcibly hugged. The hairs on her body stood up one by one, and her face turned pale.

No one has ever dared to lay hands on her. Although there are many men and women who have had thoughts about her, when Song Zhi said the word "chop hands", no matter how courageous people were, they immediately ran away. After all, Song Zhi always meant what he said. Who would have the guts to do such a thing?

Song Zhi's whole body expressed resistance, and she used both hands to push away the hand that fell on her waist, but Jiang Yu's strength was surprisingly strong, and his embrace was so tight that it seemed like he was squeezing her into his body.

"Jiang Yu! Let me go!" Song Zhi was upset by this feeling of restraint.

Any sense of familiarity and desire to explore were all in vain. In her eyes now, Jiang Yu was just a bold gangster.

"Please, let me hold you for a while." Jiang Yu's eyes were scarlet, and his tone was full of depression and pleading.

He is now consumed by memories and is frantically trying to escape them and bring himself back to reality.

When that incident happened, Jiang Yu was only ten years old.

After that, Jiang Yu fell into a nightmare for a long time. The scene replayed countless times in his sleep, and the endless abyss seemed to swallow him up.

Although no one blamed him, he still couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart, and his mind was filled with endless self-blame and guilt.

Jiang Yu locked himself in his room all day long, afraid to face the real world.

Lin Ying's hard work had no effect on this, so she hurriedly hired the most authoritative psychiatrist.

After diagnosis, the doctor concluded that he was in an extremely powerful self-protection mechanism and did not dare to face reality.

If he wants to cure it, he must come out on his own, otherwise the stimulation will remain in his mind.

No one dared to mention basketball in front of Jiang Yu. As time went by, this memory seemed to be sealed in dust. He was back to the same person he was before, but basketball no longer existed in his life.

Time can settle everything, is this true?
the answer is negative.

When he saw basketball again, dusty memories were opened and attacked him like a scourge.

A psychiatrist once said that once you get sick again in the future, the most effective way is to grasp what really exists in real life and constantly psychologically hint to yourself that this is reality.

At this time, Song Zhi was the only one around him who could grasp the objects that existed in real life. People always grasp the last straw when they are about to die.

Just like the current scene, he caught it.

But Song Zhi didn't understand these things. The only thing she knew was that there was a beast in clothes holding her forcibly and not letting go.

Song Zhi took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and his eyes were full of anger.

She closed her eyes slightly and tried to adjust her emotions. After clearing her thoughts, she suddenly raised her calf back and kicked him hard between the legs.

"Humph."

Jiang Yu groaned, his face turned red, a sharp pain shot up from below, and the arms he was holding finally loosened a little.

Song Zhi threw him away and hit his chest hard with the basketball in his hand.

Jiang Yu was shaken by the blow and stepped back, keeping distance from her.

"You're fucking sick, aren't you!" Song Zhi yelled at him. It had been a long time since she had lost her composure like this.

The severe pain in his body finally made Jiang Yu regain consciousness, and the scarlet in his eyes slowly receded, turning back to a gentle brown-black.Thinking of what he had just done, he just felt ridiculous.

"I'm sorry." Jiang Yu looked up at her, full of apology.

Song Zhi's eyes were always like a pool of water, without any ripples.

But at the moment, her eyes were bloodshot, and her cheeks were stained crimson with anger.

"Go away." She felt disgusted hearing Jiang Yu's voice now, and just wanted him to disappear forever from her sight.

The kick Song Zhi gave him was not a light blow, it was a retaliation.She glared at Jiang Yu sinisterly and turned to leave.

"It's not what you think. I can explain it to you." Jiang Yu followed up.

With a "clang" sound, Song Zhi accurately threw the basketball into the green trash can.

She was disgusted by the basketball that had been touched by a dead gangster.

"If you don't want to end up like that basketball, get out of here." His tone returned to coldness.

Jiangyu: "."

Song Zhi was furious. No matter what he said now, it would only make his anger level soar. Jiang Yu stopped in his tracks knowingly.

"I'm sorry." Jiang Yu looked at her back as she left angrily, feeling even more regretful.

After throwing the basketball, Song Zhi was alone again in the huge campus. She found a clean place on the playground to lie down lazily.

The summer evening breeze is always so gentle, refreshing on your fingertips and dispelling the gloom in your heart.

Song Zhi put his right hand under his head, arched his left leg, and put his right leg on top. He held a piece of dogtail grass in the corner of his mouth and counted the stars in the sky. He felt very comfortable.

It seems that the farce just now never happened.

In fact, this is not the case. Whenever Song Zhi's mood fluctuates greatly, she will find an open space to be alone, euphemistically calling it: purifying the soul.

To put it bluntly, it means convincing yourself not to care about fools.

In the past, she would only leave when all the bad things were gone, but not anymore.

Now she has that damn curfew as a college student.

The UW dormitory requires every student to return to the dormitory before ten o'clock in the evening, otherwise the counselor will be notified, and then there will be a lot of trouble waiting to be dealt with.

Song Zhi hates trouble the most.

She straightened her upper body, slightly supporting the ground with her palms, and relying on the core strength of her waist and abdomen, she stood up easily, patted the weeds behind her, and walked towards the dormitory building.

There are five large trash cans outside each dormitory building. Although they are cleaned every day, they cannot withstand the sweltering heat of summer. The trash cans emit waves of stench. Song Zhi frowns and quickens his pace.

Three or two couples hugged each other, the girl nestled in the boy's arms, her face full of sweetness, and the boy's face was blushing shyly.

They blocked the door and it was difficult for Song Zhi not to see them.

Is this a hug?

Song Zhi had never experienced what it felt like to be hugged by someone before today. He had been disgusted by his biological mother to the point of wanting to kill him since he was born, and was disliked by his biological father.

I have never even experienced love, so how can I embrace each other?

But just now, she was hugged by someone for the first time, and besides being angry, she also had some indescribable emotions.

"Damn it." Song Zhi lowered his head and cursed. Sure enough, the purification time was too short, and his mind was full of turbidity.

Seeing them blocking the door, Song Zhi thought to himself: Standing next to the trash can, don't they have a sense of smell?

(End of this chapter)