Qiao Song didn't know when he developed a second personality.

At first, there were only intermittent amnesia.

He has no memory of some of the things that others say he has done.

For this purpose, he specifically begged his parents to buy him a surveillance camera.

He woke up from another memory loss, and hurried to see where the pinhole camera was. He found it was still there, so he opened his phone to check.

In the video, he sat up from the table and gave a meaningful smile towards the camera.

That was not him, yet it was him.

Over the next long period of time, he began to communicate and adjust with his second personality.

He is very different from 'him', 'he' can share his memories, but he cannot have 'his'.

Qiao Song looked up a lot of books, but never went to see a doctor.

They are dual personalities that can coexist. Qiao Song does not want to eliminate "him", after all, that is also himself.

'He' has what he wants, they are one.

Later it became like this, Qiao Song wore plain glasses, this was their agreement, and later it became natural.

He is the dominant personality, he usually appears the most, and has the priority to control the body. Unless he is willing, he will not be able to get the body for too long.

Qiao Song knew that he had feelings for Bai Xiyue, but she didn't expect that he would actually...

Bai Xiyue thought he was applying medicine, but he knew his dirty thoughts!

Aaaaaaaaaaaah!

Now their memories felt like they had been shared, and that smooth feeling seemed to still linger in the palms of their hands.

No...I can't think about it anymore!

"Josong? Josong? Are you feeling unwell?"

The teacher was giving a lecture at the podium when he suddenly saw the study committee member sitting below lowering his head, looking very uncomfortable.

When Qiao Song's name was called, he looked up suddenly, realized that he had lost his composure in class, and shook his head.

The other students were looking at him, which made him even more embarrassed.

He tried hard to concentrate on his studies in order to drive away the condemnation and shame in his heart.

During the break, he was like a hurried rabbit, hurriedly leaving the window, not daring to look any further.

When Wei Changxi came in the afternoon, he was almost furious when he saw the wound on Bai Xiyue's face.

"How did you do that?"

Wei Changxi's face was gloomy. He pulled a chair and sat next to Bai Xiyue, furious.

He was already in a bad mood today, and when he came to school he saw Bai Xiyue being bullied again.

Does Wei Changxi think he is a useless person? He bullied him once last time and he bullied him even more severely this time.

"Just a few people looking for trouble."

Bai Xiyue frowned. She had originally planned to use Qiao Song to solve this problem, but she didn't expect Qiao Song to wear glasses when he came to school, which made his first personality come out. This was not easy to deal with.

"Say your name, and I'll take care of the rest for you."

Wei Changxi saw the bruises on Bai Xiyue's face and carefully touched them with his fingers.

Anyone who meets him in school always has to consider whether they are qualified.

Bai Xiyue said the name and propped up her face with her arms.

"I owe you a favor."

Bai Xiyue felt that even if she didn't tell him, Wei Changxi might still check it out, and if he found out, he would definitely give her a lecture. Then she would still owe Wei Changxi a favor, the only difference being whether it was active or passive.

"It's just a small matter," Wei Changxi waved his hand nonchalantly, "Next time you encounter something like this, remember to call me."

What happened? His people were bullied in school. All these years of his life were wasted.

Class started. Wei Changxi pulled his chair back to his seat. He no longer looked at Bai Xiyue from time to time, but instead looked at the textbook with an impatient look.

Bai Xiyue knew why.

At noon at Qiao Song's house, the system had already integrated Wei Changxi's information.

Wei Changxi is actually an illegitimate child, and his father is unknown in his household registration book.

Wei Changxi only found out about this when he was in junior high school.

He was incredulous and disgusted with this so-called identity.

He wanted his mother to break up the relationship as soon as possible and stop destroying other people's families, but his mother said that his father had divorced a long time ago.

Later, Wei Changxi found out that his father had indeed been divorced for many years, but he had many lovers. His mother knew this but was still waiting for the day when she would be married off.

When Wei Changxi knew about this, he was in his rebellious period. He could not stand the shock of this world view, so he started to mess around and give up on himself.

His mother didn't care about him. She only cared about her man and let him fall into depravity.

So when Wei Changxi received a call from his mother at noon today saying that his father had returned and insisted that he go back for dinner, his face looked so unhappy.

Family, Bai Xiyue noted this point, thinking it could be used.

Wei Changxi was in a bad mood today, so when he exercised in the evening, it also felt like he was venting some emotions.

Bai Xiyue felt that this was a bit too much, so she put her foot on Wei Changxi's chest.

"If you just want to pound piles, go buy an inflatable one. Do it if you want, and forget it if you don't."

Bai Xiyue was very unhappy. If she wasn't in the mood for something like this, then it would be meaningless. It would be like a mechanical movement, which was really unpleasant.

Wei Changxi scratched his hair, looking a little annoyed.

He did not pull away, but stayed connected, leaning on Bai Xiyue in a somewhat decadent manner.

His body was a little wet and sticky, it was the sweat that had just flowed down, and his body temperature was scorching.

Bai Xiyue's other foot slid off his shoulder and let him lean on it.

"You were in a bad mood at noon. Are you worried about something?"

"Um."

Wei Changxi responded muffledly and held Bai Xiyue tightly.

Wei Changxi was almost dying of frustration and loneliness that he had no way to vent or tell.

No one around him knows what his family is like. Even his best friends don’t know what his family is like.

Wei Changxi had never told anyone else, nor did he want to tell anyone.

This is truly disgraceful and laughable.

My mother used to be a mistress and I was an illegitimate child. I am so ashamed to face people.

Wei Changxi did blame his mother, but his mother was the one who gave birth to and raised him after all. Wei Changxi blamed her not because of his own identity, but because of his mother's stubbornness.

It's obvious that the so-called father has many lovers, but the mother is still determined to stick to that crooked tree. It's infuriating just to think about it.

Wei Changxi touched Bai Xiyue's back unconsciously, trying to ease his anxious emotions.

"About what?"

"From my home."

"Forget it, I won't ask anymore."

Bai Xiyue followed this posture and leaned on Wei Changxi's shoulder.

She answered so quickly that it seemed a little strange.

Wei Changxi thought she was being considerate, and his mood, which had been gloomy, improved a lot.

His kisses fell on Bai Xiyue's scars, soft and numb.

The wall lamp was on, illuminating the blue, purple and red marks clearly.

Bai Xiyue was originally fair-skinned, so some bruises looked shocking.

Those seemingly purple marks, when viewed from another angle, inexplicably carry an indescribable feeling.

After being talked into by Bai Xiyue, Wei Changxi corrected his attitude. He no longer attacked with wild and unsystematic moves like before. Instead, he used some honed skills to strike accurately.

There was a half-moon outside the window, and the moonlight mixed with the night sky slanted in, adding a bit of ambiguity and blur.

Wei Changxi looked at the person under her. There was a sense of wanton laziness in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows, as if she were a sweet, ripe but extremely delicious fruit. With a light sip, her mouth was filled with sweetness and juice.

But on weekdays, if she doesn't show it, it won't be discovered.

Only he can see it.

Wei Changxi worked very quickly. Bai Xiyue had just registered her name the day before, but she had already been arranged the next day.

The girl apologized timidly, looking completely different from the one she had seen yesterday when she fiercely tore off her clothes and tried to take a photo with her cell phone.

After solving this problem, the third exam of this semester arrived as scheduled.

The school divided examination rooms according to test scores. Based on the original owner's scores, Bai Xiyue naturally went to the worst one. Coincidentally, Wei Changxi and she were in the same examination room.

When Bai Xiyue arrived, the examination room was in a bit of a mess.

The noise is so loud that I can hardly hear who is talking.

Some people have already established relationships with people around them and have discussed who will copy whom when they look at the answers later.

Bai Xiyue actually didn't know what the point of doing this was. Everyone was in the same examination room, and their explanation levels were about the same.

Look at other people's opinions, maybe you are more right than others.

The first subject to be tested was Chinese. Bai Xiyue didn't plan to rush straight to the Zhiyuan class, as Wei Changxi hadn't figured this out yet.

Besides, if she flew, people would probably think she cheated, even though she could definitely clarify.

Besides, as it is now, even if her grades are good enough to get into Zhiyuan class, the power to select students is still in the hands of the teacher. If the teacher doesn't want someone like her who is prone to "causing trouble", then she still can't go.

But don't be in a hurry, take your time, there is still time.

The test paper was laid out neatly. After Bai Xiyue filled in her name and student number, she began to do the questions.

She chose to make two mistakes on purpose, and then just write a little about the classical Chinese translation and narrative essay at random, leaving the composition blank. After she finished writing, Bai Xiyue estimated that she could get about 60 points.

This was the worst Chinese test in Bai Xiyue's academic career, and next up were math, English, and comprehensive exams.

Bai Xiyue put the test paper aside, took out her own draft paper, and began to draw and outline.

In fact, she has never studied painting seriously, but one of her ex-boyfriends was a well-known painter. She learns quickly and has mastered some techniques through osmosis. She also practices painting for fun from time to time.

Wei Changxi wrote nonsense on the entire test paper in the examination room. He didn't even look at the notes someone handed him. Really, although his brothers had good intentions, he really didn't dare to cheat because he was afraid that his accuracy rate would be low.

His position was just diagonally opposite Bai Xiyue. After he finished writing, he propped up his head and looked at Bai Xiyue.

His actions were blatant and he did not try to hide it even under the teacher's nose.

The teacher walked past him and knocked on his desk, signaling him to calm down.

Bai Xiyue heard the voice and turned around, meeting Shang Wei Changxi's gaze.

The boy raised his lips, his face, which had not yet fully grown, had a contradictory temperament that was somewhere in between youthful and mature.

His eyes were bold and direct, looking across the crowd. The warm winter sun illuminated half of his profile, and suddenly, it gave people the illusion of a heartbeat.

It was just an illusion.

Bai Xiyue is simple and pretty, and Doctor Shang can handle it. There is nothing she can't handle.

The author has something to say: I wrote until 3:30 in the morning yesterday, but... I fell asleep!

This chapter is considered yesterday’s update!