Waste is just the threshold to my meeting.

Chapter 75 So the class psychologist isn't actually called a psychologist?

Two days have passed.

I'm now completely familiar with almost all the students in the class.

The students and Fu Chen became increasingly close.

Fu Chen didn't know whether this was a good thing or not.

Because their personalities are so distinctive, or to put it simply, so eccentric, they are highly contagious.

If Fu Chen weren't inherently intelligent, he would have been assimilated long ago.

It's worth mentioning that the position of mental health counselor really helped him a lot.

Right now, he's like a woodcutter playing with a corner, dealing with and strategizing with each of his classmates who come to him with problems...

Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey…

It can't really be called a strategy guide; it's just a way for each other to get to know each other better.

Fu Chen had a spreadsheet that categorized all his classmates, compiling statistics on their personal circumstances, mental state, and level of eccentricity.

As the saying goes, "Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated." Only by clearly understanding the extent of the opponent's despicable mental state can one adopt an even more despicable mental state oneself...

Go and fight with the other party.

This allowed him to further lower his ranking in the class.

Each student's ranking in the class and grade is determined collectively every two weeks, starting from the beginning of the first year of high school.

The ranking reshuffle mainly occurred after the monthly exams, so given the current situation and circumstances…

Fu Chen believed that it would be around this time that he would obtain information about the current mental state and personal circumstances of all his classmates.

At that point, he will reduce his performance to the point where he will be condemned by everyone!

Because he knew the limits of the extraordinary students in his class, he was able to control those limits and make himself even more extraordinary.

This would lower their ranking.

The goal of being last in the class and last in the grade is within reach.

It was as if, right now, Fu Chen, in the classroom, had a whole bunch of dialogue boxes popping up all at once.

These dialog boxes are even pink! Isn't that fucking fucking awful?

Is it really going to become a deserted corner and be completely abandoned?

Pink speech bubbles are one thing, but could you please not have them above the male students' heads too?

What's going on with the Thunder?

same…

Frustrated by this, Edwards also fell into confusion.

He wondered if he hadn't given Mu enough opportunities to play in the corners of the game... wasting all his time on pure eroge and Valorant?

Because he discovered…

Over the past few days, although Fu Chen's family has been quite kind to me, it's only the kind of kindness that comes from friendship.

It seems like there's no sense of family at all.

Family members, does anyone understand...?

Is it because he's not doing things right in this real-world corner of the world?

No matter what happens, Edwards's position in Fu Chen's family cannot be improved any further.

If he understood the reality of Fu Chen's family situation, then he would understand one thing.

That means he had absolutely no personal status in Fu Chen's house!

but…

As the ancients said, "Constant dripping wears away a piece of shit."

Even the thickest and hardest strawberry tart will eventually be pierced by the poop if water keeps hitting it!

Edwards did not believe he had misunderstood any of the allusions; he still believed he was right.

Fortunately, he didn't confuse the allusion of sexual assault involving feces with the current situation; his mind wasn't completely ruined.

Currently, Edwards also believes that he shouldn't rush things.

After all, what merit do I have to compare with Fu Chen?

After all, Fu Chen was someone his parents had raised with great care for over a decade. Although he had racial advantages, with better skin and complexion than Fu Chen…

Edwards' personality, appearance, and other characteristics are far superior to Fu Chen's (this is Edwards' own opinion), but it's impossible for him to completely gain the acceptance of Fu Chen's parents so quickly, and for them to abandon Fu Chen for his own sake.

But he still couldn't figure it out, and Edwards needed to find an outlet for his emotions.

These dark-skinned guys have never seemed to have any patience.

He felt uncomfortable keeping these things to himself, so he thought of the student counselor.

Isn't the purpose of having class counselors to solve the students' troubles and worries?

The teacher encouraged everyone to talk to the student counselor if they had anything they were uncomfortable or embarrassed to discuss with others.

So under these circumstances...

Edwards decided to have a heart-to-heart talk with the student counselor.

So, after class, he went to find the student counselor.

"Student counselor, I'm feeling a bit down lately!"

"What's wrong?"

Edwards sighed, "Well, you know, I was abandoned by my dad when I was little, and my mom hasn't really cared about me since she married her client. I've always lacked family affection, and of course, I've also lacked money..."

The student counselor sitting opposite him scratched his head: "I really don't know..."

Edwards pursed his lips: "I'm sorry..."

He kept his head down, not looking at Fu Chen, and continued to think about and talk about his own things.

"So recently I saw a glimmer of hope, but as I got closer to it, it still seemed so far away... What should I do?"

The psychology committee member sitting opposite him didn't even look up, continuing to read Battle Through the Heavens while casually replying, "The key is to prescribe the right medicine for the illness. Tell me your specific situation, and I'll give you some advice."

Fu Chen only discovered these past two days that, to be fair, the books that Wang Aiguo distributed were actually quite interesting.

He stayed up all night the day before yesterday, neglecting to eat or sleep, and has been fully immersed in Doupo for the past two days.

Of course, while these novels are interesting, we should never forget or let go of the stories and secrets of the people around us. Art comes from life, and the secrets and lives of our amazing classmates are also very colorful.

For example, Jiahao's parents got divorced. Just as Jiahao was scoffing and contemplating ignoring his parents' fierce fighting for his attention and deciding to live alone...

He then realized that his parents had reached a surprising consensus: neither of them wanted him…

Who would want a complete waste of trash, especially one who has absolutely no self-awareness?

Even Zhang Jiahao, who was always arrogant and conceited, couldn't hold back anymore. Nothing was more painful than being abandoned by his family.

Fu Chen's words of comfort were very insightful.

"This is because your parents are jealous of you. As parents, their first reaction to seeing their child achieve some success is relief and joy. But once they see their child become exceptionally outstanding, even to the point of achieving a very high status..."

So even parents will develop jealousy. They see how outstanding you are and are afraid that you will look down on them because of your status and abilities.

They're afraid to spend money to nurture you, only to have you become a stepping stone to success. Jiahao, you need to understand one thing: even that merciful, arrogant God in heaven is jealous of your talent and ability…

And what about your divorced parents? No, I mean your biological parents…”

Holy crap…

A psychologist is a completely different story.

These three sentences shattered and swept away all of Zhang Jiahao's grievances and frustrations.

An excited heart, trembling hands…

Fu Chen's mother is a miracle doctor!

Jiahao wept bitterly.

Fu Chen is absolutely amazing!

in addition…

The whole family also ran into some trouble.

He witnessed the girl he had a crush on from the next class get into a Mercedes after school...

Most importantly, the girl's name happened to be Natsuki, and the whole family burst into tears...

They went on a hunger strike for two whole days.

What does a hunger strike represent?

This means he also stopped using the toilet for two days.

Because he always needs to work and run these two things simultaneously, there is no way to achieve independent operation.

It's precisely because of this situation that things are alright; if you don't eat, you don't have to use the toilet... otherwise, the whole family's stomachs would probably explode.

"I don't understand, I don't get it."

Quan Jiafei asked in confusion, "Fu Chen, don't you understand? Xia Shu's uncle has come to pick her up, and I guess his intention is to get her to climb the tree..."

"So what?"

Quan Jiafei was stunned: "Have you ever liked a girl? Do you understand what it feels like when the girl you like is with someone else...?"

"So after all this, that girl is just someone you like, not your girlfriend?"

Quan Jiafei: "So what? We've only been in school for a week, and we don't know each other very well yet. It's perfectly normal for her to reject me."

"Did you confess your feelings to her?"

Quan Jiafei was in great distress: "I confessed my feelings to her, but she rejected me. After that, every time I got close to her, she would run away, saying that I always smelled like poop..."

"That's true, damn it, there are some things you wouldn't have noticed if you hadn't told me. Fei-ge, stay away from me!"

"So, class counselor, do you have any ideas to help me process my emotions? I'm really upset right now. Am I really less capable than that old man in his sixties or seventies?"

"Do you own a Mercedes?"

Quan Jiafei shook his head: "No..."

"Then you can't beat them."

Quan Jiafei exclaimed indignantly, "I'm younger than him, I'm more energetic than him, I'm healthier than him!"

"Where to begin..."

Fu Chen touched his forehead, speechless: "I told you not to read so many novels. They're completely detached from the real world. Do you think it's like in the novels, where people don't cultivate and go to school for all sorts of majors like civil engineering and mechanical engineering, or art students and fine arts students?"

In those kinds of novels, a teenager like you is indeed stronger than a man in his sixties or seventies in terms of physical health, mental energy, and strength.

But damn it, that's reality! The reality is, people with better conditions have a much higher margin for error, and the resources and opportunities for cultivation are beyond your imagination.

"So, the fact that someone is rich means that they have many opportunities and resources for self-cultivation. Another point is that they are older."

"An older person means they've had decades more time to learn and cultivate than you. Even a good-for-nothing like you, wasting decades in a daze, should at least be a second-tier martial artist and a second-tier alchemist, right? Let alone him?"

"The mere difference between a second-tier cultivator and an ordinary person is enough to make up for the decades-long age gap between you and that sixty- or seventy-year-old man. What else do you think you could possibly surpass him in?"

The whole family cried.

This is not his current state, but rather his present situation.

He was so scared that he burst into tears.

After all, what Fu Chen said was far too realistic, allowing him to truly see what suffering was like...

"However, I do have a way to allow you to have real contact with that female classmate, at least to let you meet her."

"What method?" Quan Jiafei couldn't wait any longer.

"That girl classmate seems to dislike you, right? Then don't get too entangled or have too much contact with her. I'm telling you, next time you see that girl get into that old man's car, write down the license plate number and start winning him over. Once you've won him over..."

You've essentially had indirect contact with that girl. Are you cold?

Quan Jiafei pretended to suddenly realize something: "You mean..."

He pulled an ice pop from his bag and pretended to eat it…

"Yes."

Holy crap, that's a great idea!

The current family flight can be described as amazing.

He never imagined there could be such a good solution.

The old man's popsicle had almost come into direct contact with the girl he liked.

If I were to try and get close enough to the old man's popsicle, wouldn't that be the same as him directly touching it...?

The whole family was incredibly excited and thrilled!

All the frustration from before has completely disappeared.

He was extremely grateful to Fu Chen.

The exciting stories his classmates gave him were no less compelling than the novels he read.

How could Fu Chen possibly resist continuing to fulfill his duties as the psychology committee member?

He looked at Edwards, who seemed somewhat anxious and distressed.

Edwards quickly added, "Because my family is neither complete nor happy, I desperately crave kinship. Recently, I've spotted a fat sheep—no, a whole family of fat sheep—and I'm planning to infiltrate their family and find a way to get them to fully accept me."

My goal is simple: to leech off their family. But lately, no matter how hard I try, my position within their family doesn't seem to improve. What should I do?

After saying that, Fu Chen was clearly stunned for a moment.

six.

The position of mental health representative is really awesome. It can get everyone to honestly tell them the truth. It's absolutely amazing.

Fu Chen's eyes darted around, and he generously told the other party the solution to the predicament.

"We haven't done enough."

"what?"

"What I mean is, you're not doing nearly enough. If you were patient enough, you could handle all the big and small things in their household..."

If you truly care about their entire family and do enough for them, how could they possibly neglect you in return?

"I see!"

Edwards suddenly realized that the other person was Fu Chen. He looked up and discovered that the other person was Fu Chen.