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Chapter 22 It's called wishful thinking(1/2)

When Wang Shifeng heard Miaomiao smile, he let out a long sigh and knew that the other party's "passion period" for suicide had passed. As long as he regained his rationality, there would be no big problem.

For girls with a personality like Miaomiao, as long as she is able to restore her rationality and no longer gets into the emotional horns, this kind of emotional problem is easier to solve.

This kind of personality is called a self-destructive personality in psychology, and it has a strong hidden nature. It usually looks rational, but once it is stimulated to have a certain vulnerability, it will instantly lose its mind, leading to personality disorder, and eventually towards the extreme of self-destruction or suicide.

But once you calm down, you will wake up quickly.

Wang Shifeng knew that Miaomiao had never thought of committing suicide because of love.

It was the wrong decision that Bai Kai made by the cheating guy step by step, and was finally stimulated by the scumbag boyfriend for six years, which made her self-doubt about her six years of emotional investment.

So after Wang Shifeng's painful blow, Miaomiao finally regained her rationality.

Ignore the messy barrage.

Wang Shifeng continued, "The wind on the rooftop is quite strong, don't catch a cold."

"I think they all call you Teacher Wang, can I call that too?" Miaomiao answered the question irrelevantly.

"That's all a false reputation, all the audience are just loving it." Wang Shifeng said modestly.

"Then Teacher Wang, can you answer me, what is love?" Miaomiao asked stubbornly.

Wang Shifeng pursed his lips and said softly, "Love, too broad, I can't answer."

"Oh." Miaomiao's tone was full of disappointment.

"But I have heard a poem, and it may be helpful to read it to you." Wang Shifeng cleared his throat and said slowly.

Poetry? Everyone was stunned.

Is it a bit disturbing the atmosphere when reciting poetry at this time?

"If I love you, I will never be like a climbing trumpet, using your high branches to show off myself."

Wang Shifeng's voice was soft, but with a strange sense of firmness and hope.

"If I love you, I will never learn from the infatuated birds, repeating monotonous songs for the shade of green."

"It's not just like a fountain, which brings cool comfort all year round, but also like dangerous peaks, which increase your height, set off your majesty, even sunlight, and even spring rain."

"No, these are not enough! I must be a kapok near you, standing with you as the image of a tree, with the roots, tightly grasping the ground, the leaves, and touching each other in the clouds."

"Every gust of wind passes, we greet each other, but no one understands our words."

"You have your copper branches and iron trunks, like swords, and like halberds. I have my red flowers, like heavy sighs, and like a heroic torch."

"We share the cold wave, wind and thunder, thunder, thunder, we share the mist, flowing mist, rainbows."

"It seems like you are separated forever, but you will depend on each other for life. This is the great love, and steadfastness is here."

"Love, not only loves your majestic body, but also loves the position you stick to and the land you are under."

Wang Shifeng's gentle and mellow voice, like a slow stream, flowing quietly in everyone's hearts, depicting vivid pictures.

For people in Xia, poetry is not unfamiliar with it. Anyone who has received compulsory education has basically heard of it.

But when they heard Wang Shifengnian's poems, they were a little confused.

Because they have never heard of poetry in this format.

But for some reason, I feel that it is extremely picture-like.

What's even more amazing is that they heard a different kind of power from this poem.

Independence, tenacity, and some romantic power.

It makes people feel inexplicably excited and gathers infectiousness.

This is the power of poetry.

Because the Xia Kingdom in this world has no ‘cultural innovation’, the form of modern poetry has not developed. Compared with the awkward ancient poetry, modern poetry is easier to understand and more easily display the content and emotions in the poem.

All 300,000 viewers were immersed in the beautiful emotions depicted by the poem.

It cannot be calmed down for a long time.

Everyone in the live broadcast room seemed to have entered Sage Time.

Wang Shifeng breathed a sigh of relief, raised his eyes and met a scorching gaze, and was stunned for a moment.

Why do you feel that Mr. Jiang’s eyes are about to eat himself?

"Love, not only love your majestic body, but also love the position you insist on and the land under your feet." Miaomiao murmured as if she woke up from a dream.

From this poem, she heard more than others. The heart that was suffocating when she originally thought of the scumbag was actually relieved.

At this moment, she finally realized that the past six years were not love, but just a kind of paranoia and habit.

What's even more ridiculous is that he almost lost his life for it.

Ridiculous, stupid!

"Teacher Wang, I probably know what love should look like." Miaomiao said in a deep voice.

At the same time, Wang Shifeng also heard the sound of police sirens and shouting, and it seemed that the rescuers had arrived.

"If I can help you, it will be the greatest honor for me." Wang Shifeng laughed softly and said, "However, there is not only love in this world, but also more interesting things. You are still young and have a long time to explore. I wish you happiness and you are worth it."

Bai Kai stood aside, feeling that this sentence sounded a little familiar.

Suddenly I remembered the same comforting words, which I said just now, but were completely useless.

But at this time Wang Shifeng said, Miaomiao could listen.

Is this the world's disparity?

"Today is my rebirth." Miaomiao felt excited, as if there was a lot to say, but she didn't know where to start. In the end, she could only leave a sentence "Teacher Wang, thank you."

Before Wang Shifeng could reply, Miaomiao's connection was broken, and it should have been manual intervention.

At the same time, Wang Shifeng also heard the system prompt.

[Ding, the host successfully completed the goal of healing, received sincere thanks, and activated the primary creative authority]

Did you accidentally enable the system permissions?

I don’t have time to check it out because the live broadcast is still going on, and because there are too many barrage, the background is stuck.

‘Teacher Wang is so awesome. Not only is he humorous, he can write poetry! He kneels down.’

‘Teacher Wang yyds, this saved a life, it was better to build a seven-level pagoda!’

‘I love you, I will die in Teacher Wang’s live broadcast room in the future.’

‘In the past, I called the teacher a joking name, but now it is a respectful title. The teacher is about to start class soon, so I will listen on my knees!’

‘What I wrote is nonsense, and I don’t have any rhymes, so I dare to call it a poem?’

‘Get out of here, don’t scream here, you know how to der!’

‘Everyone gets out of the way and I scold him. I am a medical student. I say he is sick if he is sick.’

‘I am learning massage. I said he has kidney deficiency and he will have kidney deficiency.’

‘I am learning resource recycling! I said he is what kind of garbage he is, he is what kind of garbage he is!’

Most of them are praising Wang Shifeng, and of course, many of them are also criticizing Bai Kai.

At this time, Bai Kai, who had been in the live broadcast room, had his presence reached its peak.

Incest is also a reputation.

Bai Kai's face turned pale and sweated coldly, almost exhausted. Seeing that the matter was finally resolved, he collapsed on the chair, his eyes were dull, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Brother Kai, come out and Mr. Jiang calls you." Bai Kai's agent walked in with a ugly expression.

"Oh? OK." Bai Kai came to his senses and was about to get up and find that he had weak legs and was being helped up. When he walked to the door, he spoke a little stiffly, "Well, Wang... Teacher, thanks to you, otherwise I really don't know what to do."

At this moment, he was a little convinced.

"Brother Kai is joking, but he dare not scream." Wang Shifeng waved his hand and chuckled.

After being mixed up by Bai Kai and Miaomiao, although the popularity of the live broadcast room reached a new level, nearly 320,000 people.

But the rhythm and atmosphere of the live broadcast room were also interrupted.

Although suicide in Xia Kingdom is not new, it is still quite new because of listening to the live broadcast.

There was a suicide anchor in the previous live broadcast room, but now he is still locked up in the bureau.

Bai Kai escaped the disaster today.

Moreover, the live broadcast cannot be stopped now, otherwise it will be attacked by those who are interested.

Wang Shifeng can only continue live broadcasting and also brings the rhythm and atmosphere back to normal.

"Okay, I just talked about some topics about identity in my relationships. Now let's talk about some tips on how to promote feelings." Wang Shifeng thought for a while and decided to tell a few jokes to keep the scenes.

‘A little emotional trick? Is it the kind of trick that Bai Kai pushes people to the dead? It’s not that I won’t learn it.’

‘I have taken out my diary that has not been used for more than ten years.’

‘I didn’t even pass the college entrance examination so seriously if I sat in a row and listened to the class.’
To be continued...
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