Chapter 299 You are still the same as before, cold and icy
The green leaves swirled and fell in the wind, and the girl's footsteps were as light as a cat's.
She walked aimlessly on the tree-lined avenue of Shilan Middle School, a strand of hair entangled in her fingertips, wondering why the first place she wanted to go after returning to this city was Shilan Middle School.
My eyes swept across the boys sweating profusely on the basketball court, watching them cheering for a wonderful layup and three-pointer, watching them celebrating in funny or handsome ways, watching them deliberately talking loudly to try to attract my attention, and suddenly I remembered a long time ago.
At that time, she had just entered this school, and like a vigilant young animal, she carefully observed and imitated every move of the people around her.
Beautiful appearances are all alike, but interesting souls are rare to find.
In Shilan Middle School, there are only a handful of people who possess both qualities.
She counts as one, and a boy named Chu can barely count as one as well.
The first time I noticed him was at the junior high school entrance ceremony.
It was early September, the sun was still scorching, and all the freshmen in the school were crowded in the air-conditioned auditorium. Behind each child stood a proud parent.
There are only two exceptions -
She hid at the back of the crowd, like a drop of water merging into the sea, and no one could notice her without permission.
The boy was standing in the most impressive position and was personally invited by the principal to the stage to receive the award. He was also asked to speak as a representative of the freshmen, but no one was there from the beginning to the end.
At that time, she felt that the boy was so embarrassed and a little pitiful.
However, he did not show much emotion when he was speaking on the stage. He had a cold face and his voice was as calm as dead water, without any ups and downs, like a robot.
Later she discovered that the guy was indeed like a robot. His action instructions might be to practice moral, intellectual, physical, aesthetic and labor skills. Except for the fact that he had no expression, he was extremely perfect.
Always show up in class on time, always be top of the class, and always complete every task with a straight face.
Too perfect to be human.
But this didn't suit her needs.
What she needs is a sample that can allow her to perfectly integrate into the crowd, rather than an outlier who is always outside the group.
Arriving at the junior high school's basketball court, the girl paused slightly. Several little boys whose voices had just changed were shouting on the court. Few of their shooting movements were standard, and most of them were just random shots.
Many evenings in the past, when she passed by here, she could see the robot boy practicing shooting alone.
His movements were clean and neat, the basketball drew a perfect arc, and went into the net with a "swish".
He was a very accurate shooter and a sharpshooter. His physical education teacher once tearfully begged him to join the school team and even raised the banner of bringing glory to the school.
He agreed, but rarely participated in team training. During the game, he always completed his tasks silently and then left quietly.
Youth basketball was too easy for him. The tactics arranged by the coach were just like those in basketball novels - give the damn ball to the strongest person and be prepared to applaud and celebrate!
Normally he doesn't play basketball with others, and others won't take the initiative to call him. After all, without some special hobbies, who would want to play a losing game?
Of course, this didn't stop the girls from screaming on the sidelines.
Thinking of those infatuated faces, the girl couldn't help but curl her lips slightly.
Maybe it's because rich people are lustful, or maybe it's because the hormones of adolescence are too strong, the students in this school seem to be always in estrus, with eyes so hot that they seem to be spewing fire.
The boys used all kinds of tricks to attract the attention of the opposite sex, while the girls circled around those influential figures like butterflies smelling nectar.
It's even more exaggerated than the dragon clan.
Her thoughts receded like the tide, and she turned to leave, but saw him at the end of the boulevard.
The sunlight shines through the gaps between the sycamore leaves and falls on the man in patches.
The white shirt is clean and dazzling, and the black trousers outline the slender legs.
He stood there, like a sword drawn from its sheath, sharp and silent.
The wind blew through the treetops, and tiny shadows of light flowed across his stern face.
She blinked, not expecting to meet again here.
But he did not move, still with his hands behind his back, looking at him curiously from a distance.
He was taller than he remembered, and his shoulders were broader.
But what surprised her most was that the boy who was once as cold as ice now had a more humane look in his eyes.
But the bloody smell lingering around his body could not be shaken off. It seemed that he had used the skills he learned in the Children's Palace a lot abroad, or he had just returned from chopping people down in Japan.
The girl stood there with her hands behind her back, looking at him from afar across the tree-lined avenue where light and shadow intertwined. She could clearly see her own reflection in his dark pupils, small, like a butterfly trapped in amber.
After seeing so many blonde and blue-eyed foreign girls abroad, do you think you still prefer Chinese beauties?
It seems that my efforts were not in vain. Even if I have forgotten some things, my subconscious aesthetic is still online and I have not become obsessed with foreign things.
But his eyes were a little complicated. Those eyes that were always as calm as a lake were now rippling, as if he remembered something but couldn't be sure.
He is not the type to lie and his acting skills are not very good.
So, he remembered?
The sunlight suddenly became dazzling, and a camphor leaf swirled and fell between the two of them, as if time had been paused.
The girl was wearing white sneakers that looked a bit gray and yellow, and were walking on the cement road. She approached him step by step with her hands behind her back.
As the distance shortened, she could clearly see the boy's Adam's apple rolling unnaturally and his slender fingers curled slightly.
So interesting~
Chu Zihang let his hands hang naturally as he looked at the girl walking towards him.
She is very cute and beautiful, with delicate features without any flaws, and her temperament is as pure and lovely as a girl next door.
For some reason, as the other party got closer and closer, he actually had a desire to retreat, as if this charming girl was some kind of predator standing at the top of the food chain.
But he still endured this invisible oppression, standing where he was, his eyes fixed on her without moving away.
"You're still the same as before, cold and icy."
The girl leaned forward slightly and looked up at him, her long black hair falling down a little, swaying gently in the wind, her chubby cheeks glowing like peaches in the sun, and the smile in her eyes seemed to be mixed with honey, and it carried a faint joy of reunion after a long separation.
Chu Zihang felt as if his heart was pierced by an invisible arrow. There was no pain, but his body instantly stiffened like a sculpture, and the numbness spread through his blood vessels to his limbs.
In a word, a hard control effect was achieved.
He frowned, took a deep breath to regain control of his body, and spoke in a low voice that seemed to come from far away:
"You are... Xia Mi?"
Although it is a question, the tone is affirmative.
"Hey, Senior Brother actually remembered me. I'm so touched."
When the girl heard her name coming out of his mouth, her eyes showed a little surprise, and the corners of her mouth turned up, revealing two pointed little fangs, as bright as a blooming summer flower.
Only a barely perceptible strange color flashed in his eyes.
He actually remembered me. Could it be that he remembered something after facing the monarch who controlled the spiritual elements and was shocked?
Damn it, he’s been dead for so many years and still wants to ruin my plans.
Don't let me find your bones, otherwise I will definitely stew you into perfect bone soup!
When Chu Zihang heard the word "senior brother", his brows that had finally relaxed furrowed again. He swallowed the words he wanted to ask at Lu Mingfei's instigation and nodded gently: "I have some impression."
"Ah, you just have some impression?" Xia Mi stood up unsatisfiedly after hearing that, with her hands on her waist and her fangs flashing a dangerous cold light in the sun:
"I always thought you just had facial paralysis, but it turns out you're also a patient with amnesia!"
Chu Zihang was puzzled and looked at her quietly, waiting for an answer.
Xia Mi looked at him without saying anything, and puffed her cheeks slightly, as if she was playing some kind of breath-holding eye-gaze challenge.
But if Chu Zihang is willing, he can become the breath-holding champion and stand like this forever.
But she can't do it, at least her current personality can't do it.
In the end, she was the first to be defeated.
"We were classmates in junior high school..." The girl said in a sad tone, with a resentful look in her eyes, as if she was looking at a heartless man:
"Although I transferred to another school later, you actually forgot about me. I used to cheer you up so often..."
Upon hearing this, Chu Zihang finally remembered that there was indeed such a cheerleader in his memory. She often wore a skirt and waved colorful balloons to cheer for her teammates when he was playing games. Her voice was as crisp as wind chimes.
But I always feel something is wrong.
He resisted the urge to look back at the administrative building, and instead looked down at the girl in front of him who seemed a little angry but not particularly angry. After all, he didn't know how to get to the bottom of the matter.
The girl's current settings were a mystery, and he couldn't determine it for the moment, and the CPU was being grilled.
Fortunately, Xia Mi had long been accustomed to his taciturn character: "Brother, aren't you studying abroad? Why are you back from vacation so early?"
She tilted her head and asked casually, but there was a hint of inquiry in her eyes.
He had just killed the White King, but suddenly he ran back to his hometown, and even skipped the reward process. He must be doing something big.
Could it be that it is to transfer the White King’s dragon bones?
Or is it something more important - the cocoon?
The girl's mind was in a state of confusion.
Chu Zihang opened his mouth and said: "Enrollment."
This was the excuse he used to fool the principal of Shilan Middle School. Cassel did have a tradition of recruiting talents from all over the world. For example, the mysterious beautiful girl in front of him was a mixed-race genius who was abducted into the preparatory class.
"Wow, it seems that you are doing well abroad, senior brother. You have even entered the admissions office. I heard that there is a lot of money here." Xia Mi raised a thumb, her eyes revealing the desire and yearning for money, just like a little money-grubber.
If it weren't for the body shape mismatch, he would have really suspected that the girl was Finkel in disguise.
"..." Chu Zihang was silent for a while, "What about you?"
The girl has only been successfully selected for the preparatory class of the Kassel China branch, which means she is only in the second year of high school and should have another month of classes before the holiday.
"It's college entrance exam holiday, I came back to play for two days and revisit the old place." Xia Mi put her hands on her waist and instantly switched to ladylike mode:
"It's a pity that things have changed."
As she spoke, she glanced at him with a resentful look in her eyes, which was full of drama, making people wonder if she was not attending the High School Affiliated to Peking University but the High School Affiliated to Beijing Film Academy.
Chu Zihang: “…”
Although he had been with Lu Mingfei, Finkel and Lao Tang all day recently and had gotten used to their eccentric and cheerful personalities, his resistance had improved and he had accumulated some experience in dealing with things, but he still found it a little difficult to cope with this overly lively "schoolmate".
It's not just because she is pretty, cute and has a past with me, but also because I can't figure out her intentions.
As expected, the person who tampered with her memory must be her, but she pretended to be unaware of it, as it was not easy for her to expose him in person.
Otherwise, if something unexpected really happens and you rely solely on words without a knife in your hand, the noise will be quite loud and difficult to resolve.
Xia Mi had no idea that her identity had been exposed. This heartless guy in front of her was still planning how to deal with her. She looked around and said in a pretentious manner:
"Brother, school is about to end. I haven't eaten in the cafeteria of Shilan Middle School for a long time. How about treating me to a meal?"
She was really a little hungry.
I boarded a plane here early in the morning, and after landing, I rushed all the way from the airport to the city center, and then from the city center to the school. I didn't even have time to drink a sip of water.
I originally planned to go to the office to "borrow" a bottle of water, but unexpectedly Chu Zihang showed up halfway.
Chu Zihang nodded. The cafeteria of Shilan Middle School accepts payment by meal cards or bank cards. Reuniting with an "old friend" after a long absence, he naturally would not be stingy with the meal money.
"That's great, thank you, senior brother!" Xia Mi's smile instantly blossomed, just like Finkel who was about to have a meal.
Well, although the free meal at Kassel College is enough to fill you up, the dishes never change.
Finkel always complains that he is fat because he eats too much pork elbows, but he never mentions the fried chicken and cola he eats as a late-night snack.
In his weird logic, if it’s not mentioned, it means 0 calories.
The two walked side by side on the school road, and the mottled shadows of the trees were crushed by their footsteps.
Xia Mi would deliberately step on Chu Zihang's shadow from time to time, muttering:
"Brother, are you here alone to complete the enrollment work? Are you being bullied by those foreigners? I heard that foreigners are also very xenophobic. Don't hold back your anger if you are bullied."
Of course, there are accomplices, and they are waiting for your information in the archives.
But this certainly can’t be said, at least not now: “They are busy with other things.”
"What are you so busy about? You even forgot your job." Xia Mi stood up for him, but was actually secretly trying to get information.
By the way, she also quietly released the Word Spirit·Sickle Weasel, allowing these invisible wind monsters to disperse in Shilan Middle School and look for Lu Mingfei.
She just heard that Lu Mingfei also appeared at Shilan Middle School and scared the fat boy named Lu Mingze to death.
Since Chu Zihang is still here, he must not have left. I just don’t know if that guy came back to show off in front of others or has other intentions.
"Of course, they are trying to persuade me to enroll and complete the enrollment quota."
Before the sickle-weasel was spread out, a clear voice came from the other side.
Xia Mi looked in the direction of the voice and saw a man and a woman in couple outfits walking hand in hand. The one who was talking was the "beautiful boy who saves the world" Lu Mingfei who has recently become popular on the Internet.
He had a harmless smile on his face, but Xia Mi immediately cancelled the kamaitachi.
There's something wrong with this guy.
(End of this chapter)
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