Crazy Psychologist

Although Muchun was reading the comic "Sandman", he was thinking about other things. Xu Dan's matter is probably just the beginning. She is not silent or disappearing at all. She wants to expose more things to more people.

What revealed the most information about the whole thing was not the live broadcast content, but the hidden messages.

The content of the message mentioned at least two terrible things. The first thing: [I am very dirty]; the second thing: [My boyfriend hits you like this].

It can be deduced from this: Xu Dan wanted reporters to come, wanted people from the self-media to come to see her suicide, and also wanted the police to search for her everywhere. She should have disappeared deliberately to hide in a safe place. In fact, she only needed to use her mobile phone or Internet of Things, her coordinates will soon be exposed.

Xu Dan probably didn't need to hide for a long time. She might even have gone to a cafe near her home to sit for a while, and then went back after everyone left.

In addition, the police may not invest a lot of police force in investigating her matter, which she probably won't care too much about. What Xu Dan wants is the police's attention, the police coming to the door, and the police entering the camera.

What is the purpose?

By the time he saw these videos and messages, Muchun's chest no longer hurt. Although he was nervous, the dull pain of [crisis warning] had disappeared. What is the reason for this? The simplest reason is that the crisis has been resolved.

Well, now that the goal has been achieved, if there is anything else you want to tell the world next, you will definitely not hide it, let more people help you say what you want to say, and let more pairs of eyes see you. I want everyone to see something and get more people involved in this matter. Xu Dan's plan is getting closer to success step by step.

Then let them show themselves fully.

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At seven o'clock in the evening on January 6, the opera hall of the Yaohai Concert Hall was brightly lit.

The staff are busy at their respective posts in an orderly manner.

Every year, the first preliminary round of the Lechuan International Piano Competition always has the largest number of staff, and today is no exception.

The job on Friday night was to sign in and draw lots. When Gong Hai walked out of the school gate, he saw Ding Jiajun holding a Starbucks paper bag and waving to him on the roadside.

After meeting Gong Hai, Ding Jiajun asked him to choose a hot drink.

"I want the Caramel Sea Salt Macchiato." Gong Hai took the coffee with a confident and sunny smile on his lips.

The gloom of the past few days seemed to be dispelled by this smile.

"The scarf is very nice. It suits Xiao Hai very well." Ding Jiajun looked at the wool scarf on top of Gong Hai's navy blue horn coat and praised it.

"Dad gave it to me. He was afraid that I would be cold that day. In fact, I think he was quite cold too, but he always said that he was not cold and was not afraid of the cold."

Gong Hai said, smiling happily.

"I didn't see you wearing it on Christmas Day. Why didn't you wear it when it was so cold?" Ding Jiajun opened the car door and let Gong Hai sit in the passenger seat.

Gong Hai chuckled and put his schoolbag on the back seat, "Because I need a little luck today, so I put it on..."

Ever since Muchun put the scarf around Gong Hai's neck that day, Gong Hai had already thought about it and hid the scarf when he got home, and didn't take it out to wear until the first qualifying match started.

Because he believes that his father will bring him luck.

This scarf is a lucky charm.

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The Haihai Concert Hall has been completely surrounded by promotional posters for the Lechuan International Piano Competition. The blue waves are the background, and the black grand piano is beautiful on the golden beach.

It’s like pointing your finger in the direction of the piano to stop the waves, and the ray of sunlight on the piano instantly turns into colorful glass marbles.

Marbles dance in the air, and different notes turn into different colors.

There are two desks placed on the circular walkway at the entrance of the opera hall.

A staff member greeted Gong Hai politely.

Gong Hai took out the competition certificate that was sent to his home two weeks ago and hung it around his neck.

The staff was very satisfied with Gong Hai's cooperation and immediately introduced: "Because after entering, the players have to complete the lottery and confirmation processes. In order to facilitate the identification of the players, the participation certificate must be placed in an obvious position so that everyone will be more aware." Okay, remember you."

Every player is a little nervous. This kind of nervousness is different from the official competition that will be held the next day. This kind of nervousness is because it is completely out of their control and has nothing to do with their effort or performance level.

The tension on Friday night was due to the drawing of lots. Although the players themselves drew the entry numbers, this matter actually had nothing to do with whether the players themselves drew the numbers.

But I still have to admit in my heart - this is the number I drew myself, and I can’t blame others for the good or bad.

Gong Hai was not nervous. In his opinion, it was just a process of waiting for the opening, and he could get familiar with the audience and the stage.

Naturally, the judges sit in the row below the stage, further forward than the first row of audience seats.

So from clothing to playing techniques, sound to feel, everything is within the judges' sense.

After signing in, many players found a place to stand against the wall and waited for the draw.

They don't talk much and rarely look at their phones. Most of them listen to the music in the hall, wear headphones or simply stand.

In Ding Jiajun's view, although Gong Hai is in the youth group, these teenagers do not look as innocent as ordinary children. There is a hint of fatigue and adult seriousness on their faces, and they feel like they have entered the adult world prematurely.

In comparison, Gong Hai is simple and weak. He has a sense of weakness as an artist, just like Van Gogh gives people the impression that he is not thin but has a sense of weakness as an artist.

Of course, not all of them are biased toward adults. Ding Jiajun still saw a few particularly spirited faces. These teenagers shone with a faint starlight. Ding Jiajun looked forward to their future from the bottom of his heart.

The world has become more approachable and charming because of art, otherwise... life sometimes does lose a bit of meaning.

"No one likes being number one," Gong Hai whispered in Ding Jiajun's ear.

"Eh? Why?" Ding Jiajun didn't understand.

In a piano competition, more than 100 people in the youth group entered the preliminary round after passing the audition. How could the judges still remember the first contestant after listening to the performances of so many people?

Competitors and judges alike understand that there is nothing more nerve-wracking and disadvantageous than being the first to appear in a competition.

The first player to appear will attract everyone's attention, but what everyone is more concerned about is "the performance of the next players."

The first contestant to appear often just becomes the "start", the person who kicks off the normal competition, or a reference standard for the judges to score the day's competition.