My Ability Pool is Superior-Chapter 70 - 69: Psychological Issues

Under the steel bridge, clear river water flows quietly.

Lv Bai walks on the bridge, his steps leisurely.

After all, it’s still early, he’s in no rush to get to the school.

Ignoring the oppressive feeling of unreality, this kind of man-made landscape doesn’t look too bad.

After all, in a sense, these landscapes actually don’t have much of an audience.

High-ranking people have their own places for entertainment, they wouldn’t come near the Habitable City for a stroll.

While the lower classes are busy making a living, instead of going out of their way to see this fake nature, it’s better to carry a few more bags of cement during this time.

If you really want to experience real nature, there’s plenty in the Death Arena.

Perhaps, it’s understandable why Xiao Xueyin and Liu Yue would go on a retaliatory tour during the latter part of their death match.

Stopping and starting along the way.

A thirty-minute journey took Lv Bai almost an hour.

Walking on the road, he could see the outline of the campus from a far distance.

The greenery and wide avenues all over the campus, contrasted with the steel and concrete of the Habitable City, were completely different styles.

Hard to imagine these two places are only separated by a kilometer.

From the most basic comparison, it’s evident how high the social status of a Death Fighter is.

Students, as reservists, are essentially still not true Death Fighters.

Lv Bai stood in front of the school’s main entrance, recalling the crowded living quarters, he sighed inwardly.

Whether he accepts it or not, since he has already come to this world.

"First, let’s start by improving the quality of life."

Saying this, he calculated how to reasonably show his change, while stepping toward the school.

It’s not long until eight o’clock, spotting students on the roadside all walking briskly, and some even directly running.

However,

"Are you Lv Bai?" A crew-cut student who had been squatting by the flower bed suddenly stood up.

Lv Bai asked back in surprise: "Who is Lv Bai?"

The crew-cut student was stunned, scratched the back of his head: "Mistaken identity, sorry."

Lv Bai smiled at the crew-cut student, then walked away as if nothing had happened.

He could clearly see that this crew-cut student had never seen him before, guessing it’s because Fan Ding and his group are still dissatisfied and trying to recruit others.

...

In the tidy psychological consultation room, a woman in her thirties wearing a white lab coat sat opposite Lv Bai, adjusting the rectangular frames on her nose.

"Hello Lv Bai, no need to be nervous, I’ll just ask you a few simple questions as a routine."

Lv Bai nodded, looking very relaxed.

It wasn’t particularly concerning him.

In fact, after each round of death matches, the school assigns a psychologist for a one-on-one consultation with each student.

Objectively evaluating whether this death match has affected the student’s mental health.

Actually, normally the psychological consultation should have taken place yesterday.

But at that time, Liang Fuzhong thought Lv Bai was still in a dazed state, in which case conducting a psychological consultation was meaningless, so he exempted this step.

Unexpectedly, early today, Liang Fuzhong somehow heard from Fan Ding that Lv Bai had already returned to normal in the Death Arena, so logically he had to make up for this process.

"Are you satisfied with your current life?"

"Satisfied."

"Hehe~ Lv Bai little brother, may I address you this way? Just think of it as chatting with an older sister, your answers don’t have to be so formal."

"Okay."

"Great, then let’s start the next question. When you were eliminated in the Death Arena, did you develop a psychological shadow about death?"

"No."

Lv Bai’s hands rested on his knees, sitting upright, giving a very well-behaved impression.

Psychological health evaluations like this are conducted periodically, and any changes in students require attention to eliminate any unstable factors.

The psychologist crossed out "Sincerely modest" in the notebook, rewriting "Unwilling to express true thoughts."

After a moment of silence, the psychologist decided to reminisce with Lv Bai first, trying to open his psychological defenses from the side.

She pulled out a medical record from the file bag and handed it to Lv Bai: "Remember Fu Chun? I heard he used to be your desk mate."

"I have an impression."

Lv Bai glanced at the photo on the medical record, ah, really didn’t recognize him.

"Do you know why I didn’t prescribe antidepressants before he was expelled?" 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

"The maximum therapeutic dose for escitalopram is 20mg, and it’s not recommended for long-term use for patients with bipolar disorder, nor is it advocated to use two or more antidepressants simultaneously."

The corner of the psychologist’s mouth twitched, pulling the medical record back from Lv Bai’s hand.

Taking a deep breath, she said solemnly: "I’m here to help you, but first you need to cooperate with me, don’t be like Classmate Fu, don’t resist, start by trusting."

"Okay." Lv Bai showed a kind smile.

...

"Last question, would you give up becoming a Death Fighter?"

"No."

Seeing Lv Bai still concise and direct, the psychologist looked a bit troubled at her little notebook.

After half an hour of inquiries, she didn’t know whether to submit this new evaluation report.

Admittedly, from these response evaluations alone, he seems like a promising candidate for a Death Fighter.

But the problem is, previously Lv Bai’s psychological evaluations looked nothing like this.

It’s like he’s a completely different person.

As the saying goes, the nature of the river is hard to change, going through a ten-day death match how could it cause such a big change?

Thinking of this, the psychologist quickly recorded a note in the notebook, "Cannot rule out the possibility of multiple personalities, suggested focused observation."

...

Click~

Lv Bai just pushed open the door and saw a figure standing outside the psychological consultation room.

"Instructor Liang?"

"I prefer when you guys call me teacher."

Liang Fuzhong made a joke, then asked: "What did the psychologist say?"

While speaking, he made a gesture to walk with him.

Lv Bai didn’t refuse, walking in the winding corridor with Liang Fuzhong: "The doctor said no problems."

Liang Fuzhong said nothing, switching to another topic.

"Classmate Fan Ding said you regained consciousness early, is that true?"

"Yes, it’s true."

Seeing Lv Bai admitted directly, Liang Fuzhong was somewhat puzzled: "Then why did you pretend when the death match ended..."

Before finishing his sentence, he suddenly furrowed his brow slightly.

Because he realized a possibility, maybe Lv Bai recovered consciousness even earlier?

In his impression, Lv Bai was an honest kid, wouldn’t even swear.

So why do that?

"Could it be the drowning the day before wasn’t accidental? Is there someone you’re guarding against?"