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Shen Fan chewed the last bite of egg in his mouth and swallowed it.

"Teacher He, I am Shen Fan."

Shen Fan smiled "innocently" at him.

He Jian sat next to him, rummaged through his schoolbag, and found a remote control key in the small bag next to him.

This is the key to the remote-controlled sliding door in Sister Fang's shop, and a battery has been removed from it.

Just now, within the ten seconds when Shen Fan was blocked by the bus.

He asked Mingmou to input a piece of interfering garbled code into the battery.

Then, while fighting with He Jueming at the school gate, she threw it into his jacket pocket.

If Shen Fan passes the testing instrument first, the instrument will ring, but so will He Jueming's.

If He Jueming passes through the instrument first, the interference garbled code will damage the detector, and it will stop ringing when Shen Fan passes by.

No matter what the result was, Shen Fan had a way to explain it, but because He Jian was there, his method might not be feasible.

But also because He Jian is there, maybe he can pass the level smoothly.

After all, they had played this little trick many times before.

He Jian has a simple background and does not mix with various interest groups. Shen Fan also took a fancy to this when he was betrayed.

After being together for so many years, they were both an employer and a friend. Shen Fan would not be afraid even if his identity was exposed in front of him.

He Jian stared at Shen Fan, who was not panicking at all, and looked at the familiar luster under his eyes, making a horrifying and bold guess in his heart.

"No more explanation?"

He Jian put the degaussed battery back in his hand, closed the cover with a click, and after pressing it, the remote control gave off a flashing red light.

Shen Fan folded his arms, leaned on the back of the chair, and lazily crossed his legs.

"I've already explained, I am Shen Fan." Shen Fan tilted his head slightly and said, "Long time no see, Xiaojian."

……

This familiar name instantly made He Jian feel like he was back nine years ago.

When they first met.

That year, He Jian's university tutor was invited to work as a mecha repairman for the God of War. However, the tutor was old and didn't want to leave Blue Star, so he recommended He Jian, who had just graduated.

He Jian's family is in business. He doesn't want to go home and inherit the family business. He just wants to study mechas. In addition, he has a filter for this God of War, so he agreed to be interviewed by his mentor.

Shen Fan was thirty years old that year, six years older than him, but he was already the "treasure" of the league.

He Jian was a little nervous when he entered. After all, most people can only look up to such a figure, and can only see his full face in high definition at the league's awards ceremony every year.

He glanced at the mecha room and saw no one, thinking that Shen Fan hadn't arrived yet.

After getting closer, I saw a person lying under the mecha.

He was wearing an operating suit similar to his own and slipped out from underneath.

"Here?" Shen Fan sat up from the pulley on the ground. There was some black machine oil on his face. After taking off his gloves, he smiled at He Jian, "I'm Shen Fan, hello, Xiaojian." …”

And the cry of the little sword lasted for six years.

After three years, He Jian didn't know what kind of expression he should use to face Shen Fan when he heard this title again.

Shen Fan stood up, packed up the finished egg shells, and threw them into the trash can nearby.

"Do you have a separate resting place? This is not a place to talk."

He Jian put aside all his thoughts and led Shen Fan out of the classroom to the teachers' lounge at the back.

Behind this building was an undeveloped forest. After taking a look at it, Shen Fan felt relaxed and happy.

He liked the greenery so much that he even sat by the north-facing window after entering He Jian's dormitory.

"Do you think the trees here look like the sycamore trees in Feng Yuxing?"

Shen Fan put down his bag and started talking easily.

"Like." He Jian glanced out the window, and then his eyes settled on Shen Fan sitting in front of the window.

Obviously they have completely different faces and different body shapes, but the posture after sitting down, the tone of speaking, and the angle of the ends of the eyes when looking at people are all so similar. He Jian squinted slightly until the two figures were a little bit different. overlap together.

"How could you? How could it be possible?"

He Jian's voice contained a hint of joy and...sadness that even he himself didn't notice.

"How could you be alive, how could you not be dead, how could you be like this?" After Shen Fan asked him three questions, he was silent for a few seconds and came to his own conclusion, "I don't know either, Mingmou said, I am now Only the brain waves are still the same as before.”

"I remember that I died. There should be no bones left. It's almost the same as in the league report." Shen Fan said lightly, "Three years have passed since I woke up, and I was in this body..."

Shen Fan helplessly spread his palms. His fingers were thin and long. They were born with cold white skin, and because he was too thin, he could clearly see the purple meridians on them.

"The alliance said you were ambushed and..." He Jian didn't finish his sentence and asked another question eagerly, "What happened three years ago?"

"Xiaojian, I don't want to lie to you, but I can't talk about this yet." Shen Fan lowered his head slightly, and his slightly long hair covered one side of his eyes, "When the time comes, you will naturally know. I promise, I will tell you personally when the time comes."

When Shen Fan didn't speak, he looked weak as a young man, but He Jian knew what a powerful soul there was inside.

He turned from angry and uneasy to happy because Shen Fan said "personal words".

"Am I the first person to discover your current identity?"

He Jian did not continue to ask. He knew Shen Fan's personality, and no one would tell him what he didn't want to say.

"Yes." Shen Fan looked at him and said with a headache on his face, "Hey, if you know about my poor grades, it really damages my image of being powerful and tall."

"It's not that bad," He Jian also laughed, "I took a look and I can barely pass."

"For the sake of being acquainted, can you give me some points?"

Shen Fan smiled and bargained with him.

"No," He Jian turned back to his indifferent expression and snorted, "I am Teacher He."

"You are really not cute at all." Shen Fan hissed, complaining in his heart that this was "malicious" revenge.

"I'm much older than you now. If you use cute to describe me, you will..."

He Jian paused.

"What's going on?" Shen Fan tilted his head and asked him.

"Points will be deducted." He Jian ruthlessly replied.

……

After the two looked at each other and smiled, they were done reminiscing.

Shen Fan didn't want to talk about the past things, so He Jian didn't ask, but now many things about Shen Fan were much more convenient because of He Jian's presence.

For example, bright eyes.

"Did you put your bright eyes in your phone watch?"

He Jian looked like he was speechless.

"Yes, Teacher He, I'm so poor...can you help me generously?"