Chapter 4: Genius and mental illness

The first part is the fourth chapter of "Jianghu" genius and mental illness
It turns out so!
No wonder ... No wonder everyone starts to alienate themselves and take a strange look at themselves!
"Why don't we know? Do you go to the psychiatric clinic every week to ask if you think we are all the same as you?"
"Shutup!" Lin Ling interrupted Lei Zhuang loudly. "The school bus executed the command to stop!"
The classic car creaked and stopped.
Lin Ling pulled the three people awkwardly and squeezed out of the car. Du Guhong's indifferent voice came:
"You are wrong. Neuropathy is not the same as mental illness."
"Neuropathy is an abbreviation for neurological disease; mental illness is also called mental disorder as a result of abnormal brain function."
"I am mentally ill, not neuropathic. Remember not to be wrong next time."
"It's up to you to listen to his attitude!" Lei Zhuang was furious.
"You come back to me!" Lin Ling scolded her back and nodded slightly to Du Guhong. "I'm sorry." He dragged the three people away.
In the rising sun, three boys and girls dragged out several long figures, but it seemed that the sunset was about to leave.
Lin Ling's colored figure in Du Guhong's heart gradually faded into black and white photos just like everyone else's.
He wiped a tear from the corner of his eyes. The taste of his first love was broken, even if he was mentally ill.
But the next moment he began to think about whether this tear came from instinct? Or is it controlled by the brain?
This is a problem……
The girl with glasses at the end of the carriage looked at Du Guhong with sympathetic eyes.
"In principle, we will not agree with you when you report your volunteers."
The old teacher on the rostrum supported glasses and looked at Du Guhong depressively. He had a mock volunteer form in his hand. It was a required course for every candidate before the college entrance examination.
"Why? What university is going to be like everyone's free school has no right to interfere?" Du Guhong stood up.
"But the so-called academics have specialized in arts and specialization. Since the second year of high school, the school has divided you into two subjects of arts and sciences. You have not studied in politics and foreign languages ​​in the science class. How can you report to the liberal arts college. Well, Du Guhong knows you ..."
The old man's speech was interrupted by Du Guhong: "Is it always inexplicable to know that I am mentally ill?" Du Guhong sneered.
"Yes, no, no ..." The old forehead sweat seemed to come down.
"Isn't that just right? Everyone says that the philosopher is either a lunatic or a neuropathy. Who am I not going to do?" Du Guhong turned his head and glanced at the students in the class with a sneer.
"Classmate Du Guhong, I know everyone has some bad rumors about you, but you don't need to care ..."
"Fermeta! J‘en; asaztes!" Du Guhong suddenly came up with some inexplicable words and the old man's nagging was interrupted.
The old man was surprised and didn't know how to answer. He knew it was a certain language but couldn't understand it.
"Shut up, I'm tired of listening to your nonsense! It's French." A timid voice answered the old man's doubts but put the old man in a more embarrassing situation.
Du Guhong looked at the four-eyed girl lying on the table unexpectedly: "danke!"
"! Well he thanked me and said that I don't have to thank German." The little girl wearing black frame glasses seemed to only know that it is not beautiful to bury her head and learn long, and the grades are not very good even in the class.
"Usted; ungran!" Du Guhong said again.
"I don't speak Spanish but I can understand and thank you for the compliment." The original meaning of the sentence on Si Yanmei's face that was not translated was: you are very talented.
Du Guhong suddenly burst into flames and a series of words came out of his mouth: "; vanaijfje!; Deun!; Umcade1a! Tell me what I said. "
"Wow ..." Four-eyed girl ran out of the classroom with her face covered in tears.
She didn't understand it all, but at least part of it was all curse words.
Du Guhong turned to the old man: "What about you? What else do you want to know? Would you like me to back the political textbook from the first page to the last page? Or do I start from the last page upside down?"
"Two narrations by those who have a small literary commentary on the period, write a comma, and have developed a self-combined comma material. The face of Yang Xiu De Dao thinks and cultivates literary knowledge. I will write a good article ... "
Some people who are curious are shocked that it is the content that starts from the last word of the political textbook one by one ...
If there were people who looked at Du Guhong with madman's eyes just now, they are now looking at a genius.
Knowing more than ten languages ​​is memorable and can be remembered like legend ...
If this is not called a genius, what is a genius?
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Their eyes gradually even have a sense of worship in it.
But the worship quickly became embarrassing and even sad because Du Guhong had turned to them indifferently and said in a dismissive tone:
"I finally found out that the reason why I was treated as a lunatic was only because I would rather stay with a group of mentally handicapped people than to be treated as a genius."
"I finally know that everyone should have their own life circle. Genius and genius are mentally handicapped and mentally handicapped. I really shouldn't choose the wrong circle."
"Knowing you makes me very upset and hopes to never see you again in the future. See; never!" Waving hand Du Guhong walked out of the classroom proudly.
He didn't feel happy, but this was the first time in his life that he raised his eyebrows because of his illness.