It was the first time that Yu Qirong did not quietly follow Tang Xingfei at night. He himself was a little uncomfortable with it. When he got home, he thought he might have insomnia at night. As a result, he fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow and had a strange dream.
He dreamed that he and Tang Xingfei were in a strange corridor, surrounded by a smell of old dust. He handed a love letter to Tang Xingfei and boldly and directly asked Tang Xingfei to go back and think about it. Tang Xingfei just took it and turned away.
When he woke up, it was already bright outside. Yu Qirong lay flat on his bed. After a while, he pulled the quilt over his head, too embarrassed to see anyone.
The dream seemed too real to be fake.
The bad thing was that it was too real, making it impossible for Yu Qirong to deceive himself. His brain was telling him that his confession to Tang Xingfei would fail.
Now, even the picture is clear.
Yu Qirong washed, ate, and went out with a wooden face, then met Tang Xingfei in the same place. This time he didn't even pause, and ignored Tang Xingfei as if he was nothing, rushing all the way to the classroom.
Yu Lin slid his schoolbag into the desk and analyzed quietly while checking his watch: "Oh, I got up five minutes faster today than before. Did I get up earlier, eat faster, or...?"
He deliberately lengthened his tone, and the implication was obvious, but Yu Qirong did not respond. She just glanced at him with her wine-red eyes. The temper and gloom in her eyes scared Yu Lin so much that he shrank back.
Yu Lin picked up his transparent pad and fanned himself as if no one was around, while his legs were shaking under the table as if nothing happened.
It’s over, it’s over. My deskmate’s temper is getting worse and worse. If this continues, I guess I won’t live long.
Not long after, Yu Lin gritted his teeth and pulled out a piece of paper from his bag. He carefully handed it to Yu Qirong for review, rubbing his hands in a servile manner, "Don't be angry, Boss. This is a list I compiled for you last night."
Yu Qirong supported his cheek with one hand and picked up the paper with the other. When he saw the question at the top, his forehead couldn't help but twitch.
——Ranking of boys in No. 1 Middle School by appearance.
It can be seen that this person is very careful. He specially circled Yu Qirong and put it aside. In the first line, he wrote Tang Xingfei, and then drew a horizontal line through these three words, indicating that they were invalid. The second line was Su Tang, and there was a list of names listed below.
The name looked familiar, but Yu Qirong had a hard time matching the name with the face. There was only one reason for this, and that was that their looks were not good enough.
Yu Qirong's eyes jumped back and forth between Tang Xingfei and Su Tang who were crossed out. If he gave up Tang Xingfei and went to find Su Tang, wouldn't it seem that he was treating Su Tang as a substitute?
Although he probably didn't think so from others, he still felt uncomfortable.
After looking at it for a while, he suddenly asked, "Why didn't you add Lu Zichu? Do you think he's not good-looking?"
Yu Lin was stunned for a moment, and reached out to take the list from Yu Qirong's hand, "Don't you like the big ice cube type? The ones I listed are of this type. If you want to add other types, I can list more."
Yu Qirong held on tightly and refused to let go: "..."
"See, you resist instinctively." Yu Lin let go of his hands and shrugged, making a helpless gesture.
Yu Qirong slammed the list back on Yu Lin's desk, covered his head and groaned silently. This was his orientation, just like how he only liked handsome guys, there was no way to change it.
Before class, the teacher enthusiastically introduced a new student. Yu Qirong was busy checking the answers to the questions from yesterday and the night before. He didn't even want to waste time raising his eyelids. He just felt that this scene was familiar.
As a result, as soon as the person above opened his mouth, Yu Qirong's pen tip couldn't help but leave a shallow horizontal line on the paper.
He looked up in surprise and saw a pair of tightly pursed thin lips, and eyebrows and eyes that were somewhat similar to Tang Xingfei. Yu Qirong was shocked.
The voice is similar, the look is similar, and he just said his name is Tang Xingjin... the name is similar too.
Just when he was wondering if he was dreaming again, he heard the teacher continue to say, "He looks familiar to everyone, right? That's right, he is Tang Xingfei's younger brother. He used to go to another high school with his mother, but now he has transferred to the same school with his brother, but he is in our class."
What are you doing?
Lu Zichu looked at the man on the stage whose face was almost the same as Tang Xingfei's, and gripped the pen tightly with enough force to almost crush it.
This is an illusion built based on Yu Qirong's ideas and the real world in the players' minds. Everything that happens is what they think is reasonable, and they won't notice that it is an illusion. Only outsiders like him can influence what happens.
Obviously, players don’t have any Tang Xingfei, Su Tang, or any younger brother who looks very similar to Tang Xingfei in their minds.
I didn't expect that he really liked this skin so much. If I had known this, I would have endured the disgust and worn Tang Xingfei's skin this time.
Yu Lin looked at Tang Xingjin, then looked at Yu Qirong who had been keeping the same posture as if in a daze, and decisively took out the list and added Tang Xingjin to Su Tang's list.
After Tang Xingjin introduced himself, he walked towards the empty seats in the back, revealing Yu Lin and Yu Qirong's desks. Yu Lin pressed down the list with his arm with a guilty look on his face, but Tang Xingjin's attention was obviously not on him.
He stopped beside Yu Qirong's seat, pursed his lips slightly towards Yu Qirong, and took the initiative to talk to her: "You are the number one Yu Qirong in No. 1 Middle School, right? You are very strong to be able to beat my brother."
In the following class, Yu Qirong was obviously a little distracted.
I didn't expect Tang Xingfei to have a younger brother. No, I haven't heard of it either. Why is it so sudden? So was Tang Xingfei waiting for his younger brother that day? But judging from Tang Xingjin's tone, he and Tang Xingfei shouldn't have a very good relationship?
He shook his head and secretly told himself to wake up and stop thinking about these messy things in class.
He is just a younger brother who looks a lot like Tang Xingfei.
But it really seems like it.
Yu Qirong's eyelids trembled slightly, and she wrote down the answers to the exercises on the paper, her mind full of thoughts. If she didn't catch up with Tang Xingfei, it would be useless if she caught up with his brother... Stop, stop immediately!
Yu Lin happened to hand over a piece of paper with three lines of words written on it:
[After being rejected, I ended up with my ex-boyfriend’s younger brother]
[or]
[The Domineering Schoolboy Falls in Love with Me: The Substitute]
Yu Qirong: “…”
You really understand.
Although he had countless confusing thoughts in his mind, Yu Qirong's mind was still in a mess after the first class. He didn't want to go out for exercise after class. He lay on the desk and played with the eraser on his desk.
He rolled the round eraser from one end of the desk to the other, and then from the other end to this end.
A gust of wind rushed past and landed on the podium. Yu Qirong looked over lazily. The physical education committee member, Xia Sheng, was standing on the podium. He solemnly announced to everyone that the last sports meet for the senior year would be held in half a month, and he hoped that everyone would actively participate.
After saying that, Xia Sheng walked down from the podium and placed a shot put registration form on Yu Qirong's desk.
Yu Qirong half-closed his eyes and looked at the registration form on the table, asking knowingly, "What is this?"
Xia Sheng smiled brightly, "Everyone knows that Qiqi in our class is very strong. She always wins the first place in shot put."
Yu Qirong snorted, took out a pen, and wrote his name under the shot put column. He glanced at the other empty items and asked casually, "No one has signed up for other items yet?"
"The old class was not well-informed, so our class found out late. Most of the other classes have already registered and the application deadline is tomorrow, but I still have to beg everyone for help." Xia Sheng pinched her waist, as if she was thinking about how helpless she was when she begged others to join.
According to Yu Qirong's memory, Tang Xingfei usually ran 3,000 kilometers, and this time would probably be the same.
Thinking of him again. Yu Qirong frowned imperceptibly, put down the pen, and returned the registration form to Xia Sheng, "Okay."
"Are there any vacancies for the 3,000?" Tang Xingjin walked up to the two people without knowing when. He lowered his head and glanced at the registration form in Xia Sheng's arms. "I want to participate."
When Yu Qirong heard the familiar voice, she couldn't help but look back.
Tang Xingjin and Tang Xingfei are similar, but not exactly alike. Yu Qirong has been secretly observing Tang Xingfei for a long time and can easily see the difference between the two.
Although they have the same temperament, Tang Xingfei has single eyelids, while Tang Xingjin has one single and one double eyelid. He does not look as aggressive as his brother, and his hanging hairstyle also makes him look much softer.
The moment his eyes met Tang Xingjin's, Yu Qirong realized that he had been caught. He felt guilty for a moment, but when he saw that Tang Xingjin looked normal, he realized that it was normal to glance at a classmate, so he continued to look at him openly.
"Not yet, not yet." Xia Sheng hurriedly handed the registration form in her hand to Tang Xingjin. In the past, not many people signed up for long-distance races like the 3,000-meter race, which was one of her most troublesome events.
Tang Xingjin participated in one, and then went to find Su Tang to participate in another, and the most difficult project in previous years would be completed.
Yu Qirong handed a pen to Tang Xingjin. Tang Xingjin looked at it intently with his dark eyes like his brother, then reached out to take it. After saying thank you to Yu Qirong, he lowered his head and wrote his name on the paper naturally.
Yu Qirong unconsciously shifted her gaze from Tang Xingjin's face to the paper.
His handwriting is very similar to Tang Xingfei's. When Yu Qirong went to the office under other pretexts, he saw Tang Xingfei's papers. His handwriting was written like his others, very neat and tidy, as if framed by something, giving a feeling of printed text.
The same goes for Tang Xingjin's, especially the vertical hook next to the character "言" in "瑾". It was so handsome that Yu Qirong admired it silently in her heart and thought of her own character.
In fact, he thought his writing was not ugly, he just added a little bit of his own style. But others obviously didn't think so, especially the Chinese teacher who graded his papers.
This time, the joint examination was conducted because of a large loss in Chinese, otherwise he would have lost more than one point to Tang Xingfei.
Yu Qirong snorted softly to express his disdain, and suddenly a pen appeared in front of him.
After Tang Xingjin finished using it, he returned it to him.
Tang Xingjin returned the pen, turned around and walked back a few steps, then turned back and looked intently at the classmate whom he could recognize at a glance even in a crowd.
Yu Qirong.
Even though he had heard of him in other high schools, it was said that he had a strange personality but was easy to get along with. As long as they were good-looking, he would naturally be happy to say a few more words; if they did not meet his aesthetic standards, his attitude would be indifferent.
Originally, his knowledge of him was just a rumor, until he accidentally saw a piece of waste paper with the words "Yu Qirong" written on it in Tang Xingfei's trash can.
They have the same blood relationship and similar personalities. He also knows that with Tang Xingfei's character, he would definitely not write this name on the paper for no reason.
He transferred to this class specifically because a large part of the reason was because of Yu Qirong.
Soon, he noticed two malicious looks.
Tang Xingjin withdrew his gaze and looked calmly towards the source of the two gazes.
One is unbridled and his hostility seems to be written all over his face; the other is restrained and seems to be observing the enemy.
Tang Xingjin pressed the corners of his lips and sat down in his seat.
It seems that Tang Xingfei is troubled not only by Yu Qirong, but also by these "enemies" surrounding Yu Qirong.
Yu Qirong suppressed the influence of Tang Xingfei and studied hard for a few days, but he found that this knowledge seemed to be imprinted in his mind, and he felt a sense of familiarity no matter how he looked at it.
He stared at the test paper with a frown on his face. Yu Lin came closer as if he had seen a new world. "With that expression on your face, could it be that you finally ran into a question you couldn't answer? Let me see which question is so difficult that it can stump Qiqi."
The test paper was filled with notes, with no blank spaces at all.
Yu Qirong still had a sad look on his face. He sighed and said, "There is no question that I can't answer. On the contrary, I was wondering why I feel more and more familiar with all the knowledge, and I can answer every question... Is this the state that a high school student should be in?"
Yesterday, there was a math problem that was a bit complicated. The teacher didn't do his homework and got stuck there. Yu Qirong looked at the problem on the blackboard and thought it was very simple. In the end, the teacher announced that this problem was beyond the syllabus and needed to be solved using university knowledge. Yu Qirong looked at the steps and didn't feel that he didn't understand anything.
But he clearly didn't remember studying the college textbooks.
Yu Lin was horrified when he heard Yu Qirong's troubles. He wanted to wake Yu Qirong up: "You are not showing off, right? Isn't this the ability that we high school students dream of? Please give me your brain."
Yu Qirong: “…”
He was really worried. After all, there was a lot of knowledge in his head that didn't belong to him, and he didn't know when and how it came in. Isn't this a terrifying thing?
"Hiss." There was a sudden sharp pain on the wrist. Yu Qirong took a breath, frowned, pulled open the wide sleeves of his school uniform, and looked at the place where he felt the pain.
"Wow." Yu Lin came over and leaned over the table to look at the green mark on Yu Qirong's wrist. "When did you get a tattoo? What is it, Wolong?"
Yu Qirong had fair skin, so the mark appeared even clearer. Yu Qirong looked at it carefully in the light for a few times, and her eyes blurred as she suspected that it seemed to move, but when she looked more carefully, there was no movement.
He put his fingers on it and rubbed it twice, then shook his head, "I don't know, it suddenly appeared less than a week ago. I don't feel anything normally. If it hadn't suddenly hurt just now, I would have forgotten about it."
Hearing that this thing had caused Yu Qirong pain, Yu Lin immediately put away his playful expression and became nervous: "It appeared suddenly, so it can't be something bad, like cancer."
"No way." Yu Qirong bit her lower lip, instinctively thinking that she would not have this disease, "It hasn't expanded in scope either. I think it might be more like a birthmark or something like that?"
"Don't be careless." Yu Lin patted Yu Qirong on the back and gave him some advice: "Why don't you go to the infirmary and let the school doctor take a look. Although the facilities may not be complete, you are a medical student after all, so you should know something."
Yu Qirong was persuaded by him and decided to go and take a look after the next class.
The teachers at the key high schools had already made time control for the classes before class, so there was no phenomenon of delaying the classes. Yu Qirong patted Yu Lin on the shoulder and said, "I'm going. If I'm not back before class, tell the teacher."
Yu Lin hesitated: "Do you want me to accompany you?"
Yu Qirong shook his head: "Probably not."
After class, there are always two different scenes inside and outside the classroom, one quiet and one noisy. Everyone in the classroom is busy catching up on sleep, and those who want to make loud noises leave on their own accord.
But when Yu Qirong appeared in the corridor, everyone inside and outside the classroom suddenly quieted down. People outside the classroom stopped chatting and playing at the same time, and their eyes fell on Yu Qirong at the same time.
This scene looked weird and silent to others, but Yu Qirong felt he was used to it. In fact, in his memory, this was his normal daily life.
He calmly walked through the crowd, turned, went down the stairs and headed towards the infirmary.
The infirmary was deserted. Apart from a school doctor in a white coat, there were no other students.
Yu Qirong looked around at the door before stepping into the infirmary.
The school nurse kindly asked him to sit down and asked him if he felt unwell.
Normally, students who come to the infirmary don’t have any serious illnesses. Most of them just have headaches or stomachaches. They just need to be given a certificate to go home and rest or not participate in physical activities.
The school doctor quietly glanced at the student sitting opposite her. He had different hair and eye colors from ordinary people, which was very eye-catching, especially his drooping snow-white eyelashes. The shadows cast on his face were a little more transparent than those of ordinary people, showing a fragile fragility.
He slowly rolled up the sleeves of his school uniform and placed them on the table to show her.
Yu Qirong: "I had a blue mark a few days ago. It doesn't hurt or itch normally, but sometimes it stings a little."
The school doctor frowned, lifted Yu Qirong's arm, rubbed it gently, looked up and asked Yu Qirong: "Does it hurt?"
Yu Qirong shook his head.
"It doesn't look like a bruise, nor does it look like a mole..." the school doctor muttered.
Yu Qirong was more concerned about whether this was as Yu Lin said, so he asked directly: "Could it be skin cancer?"
"No." The school doctor immediately shook his head and denied his idea. "But I can't say exactly what it is. Maybe it's just a mark formed on the skin... Is it the kind that hurts when it stings?"
Yu Qirong thought about it carefully and it didn't seem to hurt much. It was just like being bitten by an ant suddenly. It was more because he was caught off guard that he reacted so strongly.
He told the truth, and the school doctor nodded, "That shouldn't be a big deal. Sometimes these marks may have their own meanings, such as reminding you to remember something... Sorry, although this may make me seem unprofessional, there are still many people who believe in things like past lives and afterlife, right?"
After reaching this conclusion, Yu Qirong was not too worried. Since it would not cause any harm to his body, it would not be difficult to keep it. Maybe one day it would disappear as suddenly as it appeared.
He walked out of the infirmary and happened to see Tang Xingfei passing by the door.
The class next door is having physical education class?
The infirmary is on the first floor, and the only reason you would pass by it is probably for physical education class.
Tang Xingfei seemed to glance in his direction, but said nothing, turned around and continued walking forward. He lowered his head and was messaging someone unknown. He didn't seem to care at all about why Yu Qirong appeared here.
Yu Qirong stood there for a while, then turned and went up the stairs.
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