When Lin Weiwei woke up, she found only her luggage in the living room; Xiao Se was nowhere to be seen. This guy was a complete scoundrel, clearly planning to stay at her house. His absence so early in the morning was obviously to avoid being kicked out. She put on her school uniform, took her medication, and went to school. When she arrived at the school gate, she saw that the large tree she had previously split had been replaced by a willow tree, colorful helium balloons were hanging on the school fence, and many flower baskets were placed at the school gate. What day had it been that made it so festive?

A gust of wind blew by, and her skirt was blown up. Her classmate turned to look at Lin Weiwei, and she pressed her front and back, and the skirt flew up.

A school uniform was draped around Lin Weiwei's waist. Xiao Se tied up the sleeves and handed her the soy milk. "Why are you dressed like this? Today is the International Ballroom Dance, which is being held at our school this year."

Oh right, she forgot. The teacher notified us on Friday, but yesterday we were in such a rush to catch our flights to Hasir that she forgot about it.

"Take this medicine later."

Lin Weiwei awkwardly took a sip of soy milk. It was freshly squeezed and sold on the food street opposite the school. The place was always packed; you had to get there early to queue if you wanted to buy anything. She glanced at him sideways; she hadn't expected him to look so handsome in his tuxedo. The burgundy fabric gave him an air of mystery, while the Chinese knot buttons on the cuffs and front added a touch of classic elegance. The design of the front hem, inspired by ancient Roman bullfighting, made him look both gentlemanly and noble. Everyone had to wear this style to school today; no wonder her classmates were curious when they saw her in her school uniform.

What kind of medicine is this? There's a whole bunch of foreign words after "Golmo" on it, I can't understand what it's supposed to treat. He's not sick at all, so he just threw it in the trash can right in front of Lin Weiwei.

"Pick it up for me!" The soy milk in her hand spilled on the ground; it was something she had searched for with great difficulty.

"Are you angry? I didn't expect you to look so cute when you blush. That's more like a little girl."

Too lazy to repeat what she said, she grabbed his arm and reached into the trash can, kicking him in the tailbone, the most vulnerable part of the bone, which hurt terribly.

Who is Xiao Se? He's the school bully. What girl would do whatever he wants? She kicked him and he didn't even react. She kindly reminded him to change his clothes and he kicked her. What's wrong with him? Frowning, he grabbed her collar. "Who are you to me? Why are you so controlling?"

"I am! I am..."

When Xiao Se asked her a question, Lin Weiwei couldn't answer for a moment. Why was he suddenly asking this question? Was it that important? Wouldn't it be fine if she took the medicine? She just wanted to know what the rabbit said to you, you fool, before it died.

Lin Weiwei kicked over the trash can, dumping out the garbage inside. She picked up the Gore-Moxie pills, poured three into her hand, punched him in the stomach, and threw them in as Xiao Se opened his mouth to groan.

All his memories returned instantly at that moment; he remembered everything that had happened in the past few days. He called out to her in a low, hoarse voice, "Weiwei, I'm sorry."

He's such a jerk! How could he say such humiliating things to her? She's bald because of him! How could he post her photos on the forum and plaster them all over the school? And last night he was with Xiaohan… “Weiwei, I suspect Xiaohan is Han Han, she's come back to life!”

"I know"

From the beginning, she was suspicious. A girl's normal body temperature should be higher than that of an average boy, so how could her pulse be so weak, and although there was warmth, it was still very low? She could remember the dishes the deceased used to cook. A person without a heart has no pulse or body temperature; there was just no evidence to prove it. Looking at the man's panicked face, his forehead still sweating, as if he had done something wrong, she felt uneasy and evasive when she looked into Xiao Se's eyes as she approached him.

"Ahem, let's go inside quickly. It won't be good if we don't see the class monitor and vice-monitor during class sign-in at the concert hall later."

Lin Weiwei stood there, sighing as he remarked that it was indeed inappropriate to go in dressed like that.

"I prepared an outfit for you a long time ago, this outfit is..."

"Han Han's!" He choked up, unable to finish his sentence. She had killed Principal Xia, Teacher Luo Luo, and Ma Fei's grandmother. Everyone hated this top-tier fugitive to the core, and he too had gradually grown to loathe Han Han. He understood Lin Weiwei's feelings; after all, Teacher Luo Luo had been the one who thought highly of her. If he told her that this was Han Han's outfit, their relationship would probably become even more strained. He had amnesia, after all. His memories were stuck in the days when Han Han was there. Every year at this time, when they danced at the ballroom, he would prepare the clothes for her, because Han Han was her dance partner.

Whose is it?

Passing students quickened their pace, and she began to panic. Not wanting to listen to his rambling about who it was, she decided to put it on first. She unzipped his backpack; inside was a matching burgundy court dress—they were almost mistaken for a couple. Never mind! She grabbed the dress and rushed to the school restroom, barely recognizing herself in the mirror. Mature, sexy, slender, and hot—these were the first words used to describe her. As she washed her hands, she noticed a piece of alum next to the sink.

Alum, also known as white alum, is a colorless cubic crystal extracted from alum stone. It accelerates the sedimentation of larger particles and can be used not only as a chemical material but also for water purification.

But does a school really need something like this to flush toilets? That's far too extravagant.

Hesitantly, and urged on by the desolate atmosphere outside, they didn't think much of it. But when they arrived at the concert, they found everyone gathered around the stage in the center circle, looking at a person lying on the ground.

"Old Lei!"

"Don't go over there, Xiao Se, the police are coming soon. Don't disturb the crime scene!" Ma Fei grabbed Xiao Se's wrist. He hadn't noticed the call after selling breakfast that morning. He had just changed his clothes and arrived at school when he saw the stiff, dead body of Lao Lei.

The old man could retire honorably after teaching this class of students. Who did that?

Lin Weiwei looked at the person lying on the ground in the distance, holding a broom, with a large hole in his heart and his mouth sealed shut. It was obvious that he was killed first and then his mouth was sewn up. Old Lei, the class teacher, was usually sharp-tongued, but when it came to protecting students, he was the first old man to rush out. There was also a pair of old glasses that had been crushed nearby.

Many of the bloodstains on the ground had dried. She remembered that when the villa was bombed, a large amount of alum was also found around the house. If this substance were used in a crime, it could cleanly remove fingerprints at the scene. No wonder the police couldn't find any evidence of the crime for so long.

Old Lei's death brought an end to this joyous day. Many top students from various colleges had come to the international ballroom, but after seeing the corpse on the stage, no one dared to come to Mangxing University again, because he was the second teacher to die at this university.

"It must have been Xiao Han who did it. When she sat next to me, she was extremely dissatisfied with Lao Lei's criticism of Xiao Se."