Metropolis.
The sun was shining brightly. The breeze gently blew the curtains, and mottled light and shadows swayed on them. A boy sat on the not-so-comfortable sofa and looked up at the psychologist in front of him.
"I'm not mentally ill."
"Most people who come to me think they are not sick." The psychologist, dressed in a well-ironed suit, looked like a gentleman, sat upright and elegantly, with an exquisite notebook and a pen in front of him.
"It's just that my parents noticed that I often woke up in the night, so they thought I needed some psychological counseling." Ian sat on the sofa and adjusted his butt.
He seemed to be trying to find the most comfortable sitting position.
"What did you dream about?" the psychologist asked at the right time and picked up the pen in front of him. His magnetic voice had the power to induce people to talk.
But Ian had no such need to spill everything.
"Teenagers always have some unrealistic fantasies that they are too embarrassed to talk about, right?" After pondering for a moment, Ian chose to give an ambiguous answer.
After hearing this, the psychologist nodded without changing his expression.
"I can understand that you don't have much trust in me right now. We can talk about this issue later." He spoke while writing and drawing in his notebook.
Sitting in his position, Ian couldn't see clearly what the psychiatrist was writing.
"Maybe you could just give me some medicine."
Ian took the initiative to offer suggestions. Compared to therapy through talking, he would rather just take some meds and go home. He doesn't want others to pry into his inner thoughts.
For example, he is a time traveler, and his father in this life is Superman, whose ears are more sensitive than a sonar detector... and there is also the world that appears in his dreams every now and then.
Everything seemed to be frozen, with snow flying all over the sky and fierce cold wind blowing. The outlines of broken buildings were vaguely visible in the haze. Such an environment would make everyone walking in it feel more and more depressed.
It might be a nightmare.
It could be something else.
After all, now living in a world where everything is possible, Ian is not quite sure what his dreams mean. He only knows that he will wake up at the same time when he hears the bells ringing.
Just as Ian was lost in his memories, the psychiatrist had already stopped writing and said, "In my career, I haven't seen many patients who actively asked for medication."
He seemed a little surprised.
"Although I firmly believe that I don't have a mental illness, I still feel some anxiety symptoms occasionally..." Ian paused and added, "It may be related to my heavy academic workload. I think taking some medicine for this can help me calm down."
The boy's voice was sincere and frank.
The psychiatrist subconsciously looked at the top of Ian's head and found no signs of lying. "From what I understand, your grades can be considered excellent."
He was clearly suspicious of the source of Ian's anxiety.
"Because of this, the pressure I have to endure in order to stay ahead of my peers is definitely much greater than that of others." Ian gave a seemingly sincere answer that was against his will.
"Um."
After hearing this, the psychiatrist nodded first, and then looked at Ian with deep eyes for a long time.
"I don't think you're telling the truth."
He expressed his opinion very directly and recorded it in his notebook again. In response, Ian just watched the psychologist's actions in silence.
The source of his anxiety was definitely not his studies.
In fact, as a poor guy who had scored over 700 points in the college entrance examination before transmigrating, but was forced to start over before entering university, the study tasks in the public schools here were not actually difficult for him.
What really made Ian feel anxious actually came from his recently awakened golden finger, which is what most people call the welfare of reincarnates.
When a "ding" sound appeared in his mind, he knew that he was no longer the mortal he used to be. However, the awakening of the system did not make him happy for too long.
This system is different from the sign-in system, punch-in system, and even the gigolo system that Ian has always dreamed of. It is more like a character panel for an unfinished game.
[Name: Ian Kent]
[Ordinary Occupation: Student lv7〔12/640〕]
[Extraordinary Occupation: None]
World Recognition: Ordinary NPC]
[Strength: 0.7]
[Constitution: 1.5]
[Intelligence: 2.3]
[Spirit: 2.5]
[Talent Skills: None]
[General Skills: Learning [Elite]]
[General Skill Points: 7]
…
There are no tasks, shopping malls, or various fancy functions. There is only a panel and a function that can digitize Ian's abilities and situations.
[Learning] This skill may be a legacy from his previous life. It is automatically endowed with elite quality, allowing Ian to learn new knowledge at a speed that surpasses most of his peers.
However, since Ian had never entered society in his previous life or this life, and the knowledge in the books was not presented in the form of skills, his skill column looked a bit empty.
What really made Ian feel anxious was the [World Recognition] displayed on the system panel. The glaring words "Ordinary NPC" on it made him want his cornea to fall off.
Isn't this a template for offering sacrifices for the plot and inspiring the potential and talents of family members?
Ian also watches some movies on weekdays, so of course he would have some suspicions about this.
After all, American dramas are good at this kind of plot.
And isn't he living in a world of American comics now? You know, since awakening this system, Ian also realized that he is not the biological child of his parents in this life. What better sacrifice than an adopted son to inspire Superman's fighting spirit and the potential of his two brothers' bloodline!
How to survive!
This was Ian's biggest worry after he died once. Although he was also working hard to upgrade his [Student] occupation, in addition to some upgrades to his intelligence and mental attributes, he only gained seven general skill points. This could at most be used to learn and upgrade skills such as [Cooking] or [Dancing].
Reading will not change your destiny.
Ian was very serious about saving his life.
He even felt a little desperate, so he took the initiative to suggest taking medicine. As for the real reason for his anxiety, Ian couldn't tell the psychiatrist in front of him.
The reason is not just because of his hidden secrets.
A more ordinary reason being, the name of the psychiatrist his parents found for him didn't sound like a good person's name - Ian looked at the nameplate on the doctor's desk.
[Hannibal Lecter]
Yes.
As soon as he entered the door, Ian noticed the psychiatrist's extraordinary qualities.
Damn prejudice.
He just hoped that he was only being paranoid.
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