Is it wrong for a tutor to correct a troubled girl?

Whose newbie mission is to be a tutor and solve psychological problems?

Liu Mingfei himself is the founder of a game studio and has some understanding of game level design. He knows that the difficulty of the tasks must increase gradually and cannot increase exponentially from the beginning.

But considering that this is a novice mission with high rewards, it suddenly seems much more reasonable.

After returning to the company, he joked around with Ye Xiaolu as usual and started his work schedule for the day.

In his spare time, Liu Mingfei also asked someone and learned that the surveillance data of Yunhai No. 1 Middle School’s school system would only be kept for a maximum of two years, and would be automatically deleted after two years to save space.

Looking at the time, it has been six or seven years since Wen Xiaoqiang entered high school.

Even if you travel back to four years ago and hack into the school system, you may not be able to find the video footage from that time.

After all, according to the timeline, Wen Xiaoqiang had the accident when he was in his first year of high school, and he could only go back to the start of the second semester of Wen Xiaoqiang's third year of high school, a time difference of two and a half years.

However, Liu Mingfei was not completely unaware of what was happening at the time. The task points provided by the app were not only used to increase skill points, but could also be exchanged for currency or information.

After accepting the mission, he received a certain amount of mission points, which were enough to exchange for intelligence.

But after years of second-hand experience, Liu Mingfei decided that there was no need to spend points on such places. Points can be used but not lived away from. What if you suddenly need to use them in the future?

Just as Liu Mingfei put away his phone, the assistant behind him suddenly asked,

"Hey, Brother Fei, why are you studying psychology?"

"Pretty much...a relative's child is having some problems, so they asked me to go help."

"Ahahaha, Brother Fei, you are really busy."

The assistant took the necessary documents and left.

Liu Mingfei was staring at the computer screen.

He had just switched the interface when his assistant arrived. Now when he switched back, the interface showed the school system of Yunhai No. 1 Middle School.

He hacked into the school system and found the list of classmates who had been in the same class with Wen Xiaoqiang.

Although it cannot be said that those who can bully Wen Xiaoqiang will definitely have a better family background than Wen Xiaoqiang, at least they will have a decent family background and can show themselves in front of Wen Xiaoqiang with ease.

In addition, the candidate must have good academic performance, outstanding artistic attainments or other aspects, and be a charismatic student.

Only this kind of oppression from peers fits Wen Xiaoqiang's description of her own isolated and helpless situation.

After a round of screening, Liu Mingfei roughly picked out a few classmates and recorded them in his mind.

At the same time, Liu Mingfei also found some photos of Wen Xiaoqiang winning awards in previous competitions.

Among them are some photos of her and President Wen.

In the photo, Wen Xiaoqiang is still very young, a teenage girl with a childish look on her face. She looks youthful and energetic, with a lovely smile.

Mr. Wen always has a serious expression.

In Liu Mingfei's judgment, Wen Xiaoqiang actually cares very much about her father's opinion of her. At least in Wen Xiaoqiang's post-match interview, people can feel that she is working hard to get President Wen's praise.

There is nothing wrong with this in itself. It is natural for children to desire praise from their parents.

The problem is that Wen Xiaoqiang missed the championship several times in his third year of junior high school and even fell to third or fourth place.

It is not as her maid said that she can maintain her academic performance and keep winning awards, and she is not an all-round talented woman.

After that, Liu Mingfei could not find the interview. It seemed that someone had deliberately deleted it. It would take some time to restore it, but Liu Mingfei did not care too much.

Because he remembered that Wen Xiaoqiang's grades in the third year of junior high school had improved, which meant that in order to improve his grades, he slightly reduced the time he spent practicing some talents, which was understandable.

After finishing these two things, Liu Mingfei started working again. There was a weekly meeting today, and he had to be present as the boss and technical director.

Weekly meetings like this only happen once a week, but they are actually very necessary.

Jiuwu Mountain is famous for its wine.

Especially for those who want to start new projects and make money after entering the society, it is very necessary to confirm the project progress and report the current work progress.

When making a game, let’s not talk about the quality of the final product. The project team’s personnel communication must be in place first, and all the minefields that should be avoided must be avoided to prevent a series of incredible minefield operations due to communication errors.

The cases of Shao*Brother, Lei*Mrs. and others are still fresh in their minds, and Liu Mingfei and the others don't want to become the next target of public criticism.

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Wen Xiaoqiang felt like he had fallen asleep.

She had a very long dream, in which she returned to a certain day in junior high school.

Junior high school has always been her happiest time.

At that time, she had good grades and won many awards in talent competitions such as painting.

She showed the award to her father with a smile on her face. Her father just nodded slightly, but she was happy for the whole day.

Because in her eyes, her father has always been such a stern man.

But this time, Wen Xiaoqiang did not return to any of those happy days.

Instead, she returned to the day she least wanted to recall.

The day I realized the truth.

After the third year of junior high school, in order to maintain his high school entrance examination results, Wen Xiaoqiang spent most of his talent practice time on studying.

Her grades improved, but the price she paid was that she experienced defeat in a competition for the first time, and received countless scoldings and whispers. It was the first time Wen Xiaoqiang heard such voices, and they were like a knife stabbing her heart, causing her pain.

She went to see her instructor, but instead of comforting her, the instructor blamed her for making such a low-level mistake.

At that time, Wen Xiaoqiang didn't understand. She felt that she just didn't perform well and performed abnormally. What she wanted to hear was not blame, but comfort.

So she went to find her father.

In her memory, her father would always touch her hair with his broad palms and comfort her by telling her that she had worked hard.

So she went to her father excitedly, told him about it while crying, and acted like a spoiled child, hoping to get her father's comfort.

But the ending was beyond her expectations.

My father just nodded lightly.

Just like always.

Wen Xiaoqiang widened her eyes. No matter how she called out to her father, he ignored her.

At that time, Wen Xiaoqiang thought that he had not performed well and disappointed his father.

But later, when she got another good grade and put it in front of her father, he still just said "hmm".

The tone was flat and without any emotion.

Wen Xiaoqiang suddenly understood that her belief that her father was a silent and sullen person was just wishful thinking.

Her father never really cared about her grades.

Her efforts were all in vain.

Wen Xiaoqiang didn't know why she returned to this day. Maybe it was because she was tired of fighting, or maybe it was because she knew she was just doing useless work.

She watched her past self walk step by step towards her father's study. Soon she would realize once again that her father didn't really care about her.

Don't... don't!

She doesn't want to see it!

But Wen Xiaoqiang found that she could not control her body. Her right hand was already pressing the door handle of the study. With just a slight push, she would see her father's indifferent face.

She doesn't want to see it!

But my body had already pushed the door open uncontrollably.

don't want! !

"Wen Xiaoqiang, wake up!!!"

The dream suddenly collapsed.

At this moment, Wen Xiaoqiang opened her eyes and found that Liu Mingfei was pressing on her, holding her hands tightly. His eyes were not overly hot, but so calm that people felt there was no need to avoid them.

"Teacher Liu...I...what's wrong with me?"

Wen Xiaoqiang was stunned, a blush immediately climbed up her cheeks, and she felt a little flustered. Her hands, which were tightly held, seemed to have nowhere to put. She wanted to look away, but suddenly found that her cheeks were a little wet.

Liu Mingfei took a deep breath, gently put down her hand, then picked up the tissue beside the bed and wiped away Wen Xiaoqiang's tears.

"You're having a nightmare. Don't be afraid. I'm here."

Wen Xiaoqiang stared at Liu Mingfei in a daze.

She let his fingers rub against her cheeks.

In fact, Liu Mingfei also came here urgently. He had a weekly meeting in the studio today. After the meeting and dealing with the problems, he got home later than usual after work.

As a result, just when he finished cooking, he received an emergency notification from the app saying that Wen Xiaoqiang had lost control of his emotions and asked him to rush to the scene to rescue him immediately.

Liu Mingfei came over without even having time to eat a bite, and thus encountered the most vulnerable side of the girl.

Wen Xiaoqiang was stunned for a long time before he finally realized that he was crying in front of Liu Mingfei again.

She immediately turned her head away so that he wouldn't see.

Liu Mingfei raised his eyebrows slightly, but was not angry. He stood up and decided to leave the room for the time being to let Wen Xiaoqiang calm down.

11. There is no lifelong umbrella

After leaving Wen Xiaoqiang's bedroom, Liu Mingfei went to her kitchen and made something to eat.

He was extremely hungry; he hadn't eaten anything since working overtime.

Liu Mingfei placed a dinner at one end of the rectangular dining table covered with a light blue checkered tablecloth.

A bowl of macaroni and a bowl of thick soup that looked a bit like jasmine green. The soup was specially made for Wen Xiaoqiang by his maid. I don’t know if it was French or Portuguese food, but it tasted very good anyway.

While Liu Mingfei was eating noodles in big mouthfuls, Wen Xiaoqiang actually came down. She looked at the dinner on the table and began to question Liu Mingfei why he didn't prepare her portion.

"You haven't eaten?" Liu Mingfei asked while eating.

"I've eaten." Wen Xiaoqiang rolled her eyes. She couldn't say she was tired from crying and felt hungry, so she could only say, "I want to eat another portion, can't I?"

But after she said it, she originally thought she would hear something like "Are you not afraid of getting fat after eating so much?", and she had already thought of the words to respond.

Unexpectedly, Liu Mingfei just glanced at her pretty head, nodded thoughtfully, and said, "That's right, you're still growing. You need to eat more to get enough nutrition. You need to develop well."

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Wen Xiaoqiang felt upset. If Liu Mingfei was telling the truth by looking at her body, then she had to show off her good figure.

But unfortunately it wasn’t, and I felt inexplicably scolded.

Wen Xiaoqiang looked at Liu Mingfei and originally wanted to "communicate properly" with Liu Mingfei.

But seeing him eating macaroni with gusto, Wen Xiaoqiang suddenly wanted to eat macaroni too for some reason.

"Hey, could you make me some macaroni too?"

Wen Xiaoqiang looked at the macaroni in front of Liu Mingfei with his eyes shining.

"Okay, I'll make it for you after I finish eating."

Liu Mingfei didn't refuse and nodded.

When he is at home, he cooks for himself, and he developed the habit of cooking when he was in college.

He was young at that time and came to Yunhai alone to study in college. Not all the people in the dormitory were from rich families, so they didn’t have unlimited pocket money.

Sometimes, in order to save money, we would cook hot pot in the dormitory. Although the place was small, it was full of the atmosphere of home.

It was at that time that Liu Mingfei mastered the skills of cooking noodles and macaroni.

Now that he's working, although he can afford takeout every meal, he still keeps the habit of cooking when he has free time.

"What kind of sauce do you want? Minced meat or tomato?" Liu Mingfei stood up and asked.

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"Tomato bar."

The maid beside her asked, "Miss, do you still need some mushroom soup?"