Chapter 297 The Lost Girl
"Sakura, who was that just now?"
Eri looked back and saw that there was a lot of noise on the playground, but no one really approached the fat boy lying in the pool of water whose main component was carbamide.
"Just an annoying guy, don't bother with him." Lu Mingfei reached out and gently turned the girl's cheek back, feeling a delicate and cool touch from his fingertips.
His tone was flat. He said that kind of stuff was dirty to look at for even a second. It would be a waste of time if Eri's pure heart was polluted.
Chu Zihang stood silently by the side, his black hair and the collar of his shirt blown up by the breeze.
As the former president of the student union, he actually knew about the existence of Lu Mingze - the fat boy who always showed off in the lower grades, and the subtle brotherly relationship between him and Lu Mingfei.
But at that time, Chu Zihang had to balance his studies, city basketball team training, Mathematical Olympiad and student union work, and he really had no energy to pay attention to these trivial matters.
"Brother, you are quite familiar with the school leaders. This time, you can directly borrow the student list of Shilan Middle School over the years in the name of Kassel College." Lu Mingfei said with a mischievous smile, obviously enjoying the feeling of letting his former campus idol run errands for him.
Although he has been in the limelight in the past two days, Lu Mingfei is a bad student and what he hates most is dealing with teachers and leaders, so he simply leaves all responsibility to Chu Zihang.
Chu Zihang nodded slightly, turned around and walked towards the administrative building with his back as straight as a pine tree.
He was as familiar with this building as his own living room. He found the principal's office with ease, knocked on the door three times at just the right times, and then pushed it open and walked in.
The door closed with a "click", and Lu Mingfei downstairs was walking outside with Hui Liyi.
It would take at least half an hour for outstanding alumni to visit their alma mater. Even though Chu Zihangtian had a cold face, he could not reject the principal's desire to make progress, and he did not want to wait here foolishly.
The domain of Word Spirit·Ghost unfolded silently, reducing the presence of the two to the extreme. In the eyes of ordinary students, they were almost two inconspicuous units with a collision volume.
"That's the junior high school, where I became famous." Lu Mingfei took Eri's hand and told her about his experiences in school.
Of course, I am talking about the road god in the previous life, not the road god in this life. The main character of my own era in this world is cowardice, with a kind of imperfect beauty of "if you step on me, it's like stepping on cotton".
"Back then, I used to hit them with a left kick, a right kick, and a left jab, and I beat those bastards till they were at a loss."
Eri's eyes lit up as she listened to his artistically processed story: "Sakura is amazing."
"It's OK, just so-so." Lu Mingfei had to be thankful that he was not a sociable person at all back then. He did not participate in the school sports meet to show off, nor did he participate in performances or competitions to show off in front of others. Otherwise, it would be difficult to confuse right and wrong.
After all, I was just a bird in this world at the beginning, and I couldn’t even run as well as girls.
Well, although she was a girl who practiced track and field.
"Actually, my campus life is pretty boring. Apart from playing games, I read novels and comics, and I'm all alone."
Lu Mingfei squeezed the girl's hand and said with a smile: "If Eri was there at the time, perhaps my youth story wouldn't be so monotonous and boring."
Eri looked at him and blinked, "Sakura still has to go to college, right? I can go with you."
“Well, we’ll talk about it later.” Before going to Japan, Lu Mingfei’s life plan was to play games and trade cryptocurrencies, so as to achieve financial freedom a few years in advance. After finding Eri, they would travel around the world together.
But now that I have seen the true side of the world, and I possess the power and secrets that can move the entire world, I really can't let go of everything and travel with the person I love.
Moreover, as a person who has experienced it, he deeply detests the behavior of opposing flags.
Shilan Middle School is very big, and Lu Mingfei has left his traces in many places in his memory, but everything has vanished due to the changes in the world line.
Of the iron triangle back then, only one person with facial paralysis and one light bulb are left.
While looking at the scenery on campus, Eri was also observing Lu Mingfei. Seeing the regret and sadness in his eyes, she tightened his hand and said softly:
"Sakura and I will be together from now on."
“Yeah.” Lu Mingfei smiled and found that at the door of the school clinic not far away, Lu Mingze’s head teacher was talking on the phone with a grim expression on his face. He suddenly felt happy again.
You say I'm a piece of mud that can't be helped, but your son is not much better either. He got out of the water and turned himself into mud.
I continued to walk around the campus, but there was nothing new this time.
Not long after, Lu Mingfei received a message from Chu Zihang and brought Hui Liyi to meet him.
The teaching staff and teaching equipment of Shilan Middle School meet the standards of a private aristocratic college, and all student files are entered into the system. However, when Lu Mingfei asked Su Enxi for help, he did not find the person he was looking for in the Shilan Middle School database, so he had to settle for paper materials.
At first he suspected that Xia Mi had never appeared in Shilan Middle School, but Chu Zihang's memory seemed to have been tampered with, and it was impossible to detect it by scientific means.
This is worth talking about.
When he arrived at the administrative building, Chu Zihang was chatting with a teacher in charge of student files. When he saw Lu Mingfei and Eiry release the Word Spirit and ghosts appeared out of thin air, the teacher was so scared that he almost knocked over his thermos.
Although he was a little curious about how the notorious loser in school suddenly found a girlfriend, after meeting Lu Mingfei's gaze, the gossip fire burning in his heart seemed to be extinguished by a basin of water, and he no longer had the desire to ask questions out of curiosity.
The files of graduated students will not remain in the school, but some things will not be destroyed.
For example, physical examination report, grade ranking, list of outstanding students, list of participants in the school sports meeting, list of performances at the school anniversary party, etc.
Lu Mingfei didn’t believe that the guy who erased him from Chu Zihang’s memory could also erase all the traces he left behind!
You can delete electronic records, but how do you completely erase any evidence of a person's existence? You'd have to burn the entire school down.
Finkel said that Xia Mi was a student at Peking University High School and a freshman in the preparatory class of Kassel College. Based on this, he inferred that she should be in the same grade as Lu Mingfei or the fat boy Lu Mingze.
But Lu Mingfei was still very decisive. Without any hesitation, he asked Chu Zihang to get the information of all the students in the same class as him.
Not only in high school, but also in junior high school.
"It should all be here." The teacher carried out a dozen boxes full of paper documents, brushed off the dust on his body and said.
Not only does this contain information about Chu Zihang's classmates over the past six years, but it also contains information about many activities held by the school. Basically, everything that can be found is here.
"Thank you, thank you for your trouble." Chu Zihang thanked him and then started searching with Lu Mingfei.
Seeing this, Eiry volunteered to drag over a box to help find the girl named Xia Mi.
She is in charge of school activities and club activities.
"Zihang, what are you looking for?" The teacher couldn't help but feel curious. Seeing two celebrities of Shilan Middle School and a beautiful foreign girl squatting on the ground and tossing and turning, the extinguished gossip spirit burned again.
Before Chu Zihang could answer, Lu Mingfei looked up at him and said, "Teacher, it's a bit hot, please turn on the air conditioner.
By the way, please also help us find photos of school activities held over the years, which will be useful.”
His words seemed to have some kind of magic. The teacher nodded and no longer paid attention to their plan. He turned around to find the air conditioner remote control and turned it on. Then he hurried to another honor room to get the photo collection and album that Lu Mingfei wanted.
Chu Zihang glanced at Lu Mingfei when he saw this.
"A little trick." Lu Mingfei blinked and showed a harmless smile: "It's much easier than explaining."
The three people's fingertips quickly flipped through the yellowed pages. The excellent dynamic vision of the mixed-bloods allowed them to easily read ten or even twenty lines at a glance.
The short name Xia Mi should have been particularly conspicuous among the many three-character names, but as he flipped through more and more information, Lu Mingfei's brows became more and more furrowed.
"Damn it..." He muttered under his breath and threw another class roster back into the box.
I have already gone through nearly half of the information, but I haven't found even a trace of Xia Mi - this is beyond the scope of ordinary information deletion.
But even the most sophisticated disguise will have flaws.
"One third of our class's information is missing." Chu Zihang suddenly spoke, his voice deeper than usual.
The class diary in his hand was obviously much thinner than that of other classes, and the binding also showed signs of being disassembled and reassembled.
Eri also made a discovery. The girl's slender fingers stopped on a page of the school magazine that had been deliberately shuffled. Some of the pages were obviously out of order, as if someone had hurriedly stuffed the scattered papers back in.
Even more suspicious is that several places where there should be pictures are left blank, leaving traces of cropping at the edges of the photos.
The content of the school magazine was about the major club activities in Shilan Middle School, among which the photos related to the dance club were cut.
Through the square gap, you can see the girl from the literature club in a white dress on the next page smiling at the camera. In the corner, there is an intruder who looks like a loser just from the back.
It is very clear that someone has indeed erased all traces of his or her existence.
But the means were too crude.
"You little brat, you're quite good at hiding." Lu Mingfei found it inexplicably funny and couldn't help laughing when he thought about how an incredibly beautiful girl would sneak into the archive room late at night for several days in a row and use a flashlight to erase her traces.
Does modern society want to completely erase all traces of its existence?
Unless you are an invisible person or a ninja.
Especially in a place like Shilan Middle School, where there are few students, many activities and strict management, every student's history from enrollment to graduation is clearly recorded.
Lu Mingfei even felt a little sympathy for Xia Mi, who had to stay up late to "destroy the evidence". He believed that when she was tearing up the photos and cursing in the early morning, she must have regretted choosing such a troublesome identity disguise.
Comrade Principal, it is a great blessing in life that you are only bald and not losing your head.
About half an hour later, the three were still searching, and the teacher who came to help them pushed the door open carrying a pile of photo collections and albums.
"Huha - it's all here." After he put it down, he sat on the chair and gasped for breath, regretting in his heart why he was not a physical education teacher, but someone sitting in an air-conditioned office.
But then I thought, if I were a physical education teacher, I would get sick often and be nagged by people all the time. Even if I wasn't sick, I would have to take a few steps to make sure the virus was contained. So I decided to give up.
Chu Zihang took the photo album and flipped the pages quickly with his slender fingers.
As a celebrity in Shilan Middle School for six years, he can be found in almost every yearbook: the sprinting moment at the school sports meet, the upright standing posture at the speech contest, the expressionless V sign after winning the basketball game...
But gradually, Chu Zihang's speed of turning pages slowed down.
His eyes stayed on a group photo of the basketball team. A dozen teenagers in team uniforms were surrounding the trophy. Although he was standing in the center position facing the camera, his eyes were subtly tilted towards the edge of the photo.
What was even more strange was that several teammates around him all looked in the same direction at the same time, as if there was some dazzling presence standing there.
One of them was even poking himself with his elbow, as if to remind or tease.
Continuing to flip through the pages, Chu Zihang's fingertips stopped on a photo of a solo performance at the Spring Festival Gala.
In the image with black and white as the main color, the boy is wearing a well-tailored black suit, his slender fingers are pressing on the cello strings, his eyes are lowered, and his posture is elegant.
This should have been a tranquil artistic picture, but Chu Zihang's eyes were fixed on his slightly furrowed brows.
That's not the look of someone immersed in music.
The self in the photo is clearly enduring something.
The lowered gaze did not seem to be focused, but rather as if it was deliberately avoiding a certain direction of the audience.
The slightly wrinkled brows do not show devotion, but helplessness after being disturbed.
Who is disturbing him?
Was it the enthusiastic gazes of the onlookers, or a disruptive girl waving a glow stick and trying to attract his attention.
"hiss--"
The sudden tingling sensation made Chu Zihang subconsciously press his forehead, as if something buried deep in the ground was breaking out of the ground. However, the fertile soil that sealed his memories seemed to be flattened by a golden vampire carrying a steamroller, "Mu Da Mu Da Mu Da Mu Da", and then poured concrete on it to reinforce it.
He endured the headache and continued to flip through the photos, trying to speed up the process of his memories bursting out.
This time it was a collection of photos of the junior high school choir competition. His fingertips stopped on one of the pages, which was the page he was in.
He stood in the middle, expressionless as if he was owed 350 million yuan, and there was a blurry figure with a ponytail at the edge of the photo. The girl stood in the corner of the team, not tall, but her bright smile seemed to penetrate time.
But the strange thing was that her face seemed to be deliberately blurred by some force, and only the raised corners of her mouth could be seen, just like the afterimage left by an old-fashioned camera that accidentally shook when taking a photo.
This discovery cheered him up, as if the pricking pain was suppressed.
There is almost no trace of this girl in the high school photos, and her presence can only be inferred from the unnatural direction of the people's gaze in the paintings.
However, a few "missing images" can still be captured in the images of the junior high school.
For example, there is a snapshot of a junior high school sports meet. It was the moment when he was preparing to take the baton in the 4X100m final. There was a blurry figure with a ponytail on the edge of the crowd, making faces at the camera.
Although his face was mostly covered by his raised arms, his lively posture and the cute look of sticking out tongue still formed a sharp contrast with the excited and nervous classmates around him, as if he was a koi fish leaping out of a pond of paper, bringing good luck to everyone.
"Hey, we have to win!"
The hallucinatory voice of a girl suddenly exploded in his ears. Chu Zihang's pupils suddenly contracted, and his slender fingers tightly grasped the edge of the album, and his knuckles turned white due to excessive force.
A drop of cold sweat fell along Chu Zihang's jawline, leaving a small mark on the photo.
The girl he lost, the only bright smile that appeared in his memory of youth, finally surfaced from the long river of tampered memories.
(End of this chapter)
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