Their classmates all welcomed them to stay, but in sharp contrast was Lu Zhihao's gloomy face.

They sat in the cafeteria and ate the same old boxed lunches.

The edge of the stainless steel plate reflected a cautious face. After Lin Zhaoxi finished speaking, Lu Zhihao slammed his chopsticks and yelled, "Why are you so immature!"

Lu Zhihao was like an angry pufferfish, and he kept saying, "Can Class 13 compete with our Class 1? Pei Zhi, you are going crazy with her too!"

He was probably really angry, and even criticized Pei Zhi. Lin Chaoxi lowered his head and watched the meal seriously, always feeling that Pei Zhi would say something surprising.

Sure enough, Pei Zhi thought carefully and answered, "About the same."

"Pei, Zhi!" Lu Zhihao called Pei Zhi by his full name, "You are a genius and you are the same wherever you are, but is Lin Chaoxi you? You were not here for the past three years. I didn't see what she was like in Class 13. Can she study well if she stays in Class 13?"

Although he really wanted to say that he was not here... Lin Chaoxi didn't dare to touch Lao Lu at all.

So she could only wait in fear for Brother Pei to continue to help her out.

Pei Zhi put down his chopsticks and turned to look at her. The boy lowered his eyelashes, his eyes were calm and peaceful, and after thinking for a while, he answered seriously: "Then I will watch her carefully now."

Pei Zhi was helpless in front of Lu Zhihao, so he was half joking, but maybe because they were eating, there was a sweet smell of rice in his breath. Lin Chaoxi lowered his head again, looking at the braised pork in the bowl, and felt that his complexion might be worse than the braised pork...

Lu Zhihao hit himself in the chest and was choked.

Huajuan patted him on the back helplessly: "Laolu, give up. They have their own ideas. As parents, oh no, as friends, we just need to give our opinions. There is no need to influence them..."

"Brother Juan, you are so open-minded, you really should join the entertainment industry!" Lin Chaoxi raised his thumb and quickly flattered him.

Hanamaki waved his chopsticks at her and said, "Actually, if being in Class 13 didn't affect my future career, I would also like to go with you guys."

Lu Zhihao's eyes suddenly swept over, and Huajuan immediately apologized with a smile: "It was just a joke, just a joke! Don't be angry, Lao Lu, I'm with you, and I will never go along with them..."

——

Finally, with Huajuan's mediation, they finally coaxed Lu Zhihao into submission.

Each of them held an umbrella, and they walked through the rain curtain and back to the classroom...

Lin Chaoxi said goodbye to them at the staircase entrance and watched them turn towards the corridor leading to Class 1, while she and Pei Zhi continued to climb up.

At the corner, Lu Zhihao couldn't help but whisper to Huajuan, expressing his concerns for her.

The voice gradually faded away. Lin Chaoxi touched the armrest and couldn't help laughing.

Lu Zhihao is actually much younger than her, but he has always been such a worrying person since he was a child.

Although his tone was indeed harsh when he was anxious, only a kind-hearted child would earnestly advise his friend, doing a lot of seemingly useless work, full of earnest wishes, hoping that she could be even a little bit better.

Come to think of it, it's really almost the same as my parents.

Lin Chaoxi sat down in Class 13 again. After the staff change, she finally had the chance to take another look at the place.

Many people were still eating and playing outside. There were two more desks and chairs in the classroom, and seven or eight unfamiliar faces. Except for An Xiaoxiao who was admitted to the Zhongming class, the students had a brief depression, but the rest were not much different from before.

Bao Xiaomeng still stopped talking to her. The classmates who came back from dinner were still talking about anime, and Pei Zhi was still sitting at the same table with Zheng Matt, writing in one hand and doing some calculations or interesting studies with the other.

She looked at him for a while, but Pei Zhidu didn't look up. He was completely immersed in his own world and didn't respond to anything around him.

Well, for Lin Chaoxi, she didn't need to do anything different, so she opened the book and continued reading where she hadn't finished last night.

Go on.

——

After turning over a chapter in the exercise book and stretching during the halftime break, Lin Chaoxi suddenly noticed something amiss around him.

Her desk mate's seat was empty today; Chen Zhu might not have come to class.

She said it was possible because she had been in the teacher's office early this morning and was not sure whether Chen Zhu was really absent. But there was no schoolbag in the desk, and the books piled high on the desk showed no signs of being pushed around. Lin Chaoxi looked around and stopped a boy passing by and asked, "Is our sleepy brother coming to class today?"

The other party was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "It seems not?"

"Were you assigned to another class?"

"How is that possible? Aren't all the things still here?"

"Too……"

"Old Wang, come and have a look, our Brother Zhu is still in our class, right?" the boy called out to another classmate who just passed by the blackboard.

"Of course, are you stupid?" The classmate looked at them strangely, "Just now in the Chinese class, Teacher Li was still asking if Chen Zhu didn't come to class today?"

——

"Junior high school student addicted to online games, suddenly dies of heart disease"...

Lin Chaoxi sat down and wanted to continue reading, but before she had turned two pages, a lot of similar titles flashed through her mind, and she felt inexplicably palpitating.

The many news she had seen made her start to have wild thoughts uncontrollably. Although Brother Sleepyhead never attended classes, he never skipped them either. Now he suddenly hadn't been to class for a long time. Something must have happened.

Lin Chaoxi hesitated for a while, and finally panic took over. She glanced at the clock at the front of the classroom, wondering if she still had time to go to the "Nanny Cat Internet Cafe" to have a look.

At this time, a middle-aged man in a traffic police uniform walked to her window.

The background was the continuous autumn rain, in the distance there were golden leaves falling all over the ground and further away there was a cloudy sky. Through the empty window frame, Lin Chaoxi looked at the middle-aged man and was stunned for a moment.

His uniform was heavy and mostly wet from the rain, and his helmet was covered in dirt and various scratches. Underneath it was a dark face whose age could not be determined. His face was deeply wrinkled, his eyebrows were droopy, and he looked very tired and anxious.

Lin Chaoxi always felt as if she had seen him somewhere, and it was definitely not a good memory. Because the moment she saw the middle-aged man's face, she felt very uncomfortable deep in her heart.

baffling.

The middle-aged traffic policeman said, "Student, did Chen Zhu not come to school today?"

Lin Zhaoxi was stunned for a moment, and forced himself out of the dark mood: "May I ask who you are?"

"I am... Chen Zhu's father."

"Oh, hello, uncle!" Lin Chaoxi stood up quickly and bowed to the person outside the window. But she felt something was wrong, so she ran out of the classroom, stood in front of the traffic police uncle, got closer to him, and looked at him carefully.

Chen Zhu's father got straight to the point: "Just now your teacher called me and said that Chen Zhu missed half a day of class. Do you know where he likes to go?"

Lin Chaoxi certainly knew the answer, but it was one thing for her to go find it herself, and it was another to tell his father about Chen Zhu secretly playing games in an illegal Internet cafe.

But when she was hesitating, the boys in her class had already answered with a smile: "It's the Milk Cat Internet Cafe, Uncle!"

"Internet cafe?" Father Chen's expression changed instantly.

"Yes, our Zhu brother..."

Lin Chaoxi quickly made a look at his classmates, asking them to stop talking.

"Is Chen Zhu still going to the Internet cafe?" The traffic policeman seemed to have been drained of all his strength in an instant. His lips trembled and he whispered something.

Lin Chaoxi was standing in front of him, but she and Chen Zhu didn't have much interaction, and she didn't know how to comfort Chen Zhu's father.

"Where is your teacher's office?"

Lin Chaoxi pointed in a direction, Chen Zhu's father nodded tiredly, turned and left.

Lin Chaoxi stood there, not knowing what he was thinking. Perhaps it was the familiarity that was playing tricks on him, or maybe he didn't want a father to completely lose hope in his child.

She still ran and grabbed the middle-aged man before he walked down the stairs.

She took two breaths and said, "Chen Zhu is actually a very nice person..."

Father Chen turned around and weakly muttered something else: "Chen Zhu is still playing games. Is he still playing non-stop?"

Lin Chaoxi had a tangled expression and didn't know how to answer.

Father Chen already understood.

The middle-aged man dragged his heavy feet down the stairs. Thanks to the depressing background color, Lin Chaoxi looked at the gradually receding back, and finally completely overlapped this scene with a cold and rainy winter night several years ago.

At that moment, Lin Zhaoxi looked back at the door of Class 13, his legs were sore, and he was extremely glad that he did not leave this morning. Under the gloomy sky of autumn rain, it seemed as if a clue of fate fell from the sky.

This is the traffic policeman who investigated Lao Lin’s car accident that year. His surname is Chen, and she calls him Uncle Chen.

She finally remembered.