what a fool

Qu Wuhou always said that he wanted to leave, but Xue Qiyun never took it seriously, he just said with a smile, just tell me when you leave.

Qu Wuhao left so decisively that Xue Qiyun didn't react at all. The moment he saw the note, he even had the illusion that he was joking with Qu Wuhao.

Back under the old tree, under the sunlight, something shone brightly, Xue Qiyun stepped forward to take a look.

It was a platinum ring, it should be a pair.

The other... was on his hand.

Xue Qiyun returned home quickly, acting as if nothing had happened, and told himself deceivingly that Qu Wuhao had committed a mischievous crime again, and he would come back when he was no longer interested in playing.

One day, two days, one month, two months, Qu Wuzhen did not come back, Xue Qiyun knew that Qu Wuzhen really would not come back.

Xue Qiyun never touched alcohol, but went to the bar that day. After being exposed to alcohol, Xue Qiyun seemed to see Qu Wuzhen smiling at him, but when Xue Qiyun stretched out his hand to touch it, it disappeared.

The wine bottle beside him gave off a stench, Xue Qiyun lay disheveled on the sofa, looking at the starry sky above the old house that belonged to Qu Wuyu, and asked softly: "Why do you think you are so cruel?" The voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible, I didn't know if he was asking Qu Wuhao or himself.

"If you dare to appear in front of me, I will definitely get your most hated Taoist priest in front of you, scare you into tears, and make you never run away...never...inseparable .” The questioning voice became louder and louder, and the wine bottle in his hand was thrown to the ground with a muffled sound.

Xue Xihuan came to the old house once, and he still didn't take it back by force. He later learned that the old man handed over the company to his uncle not because of partiality, but because Xue Qiyun couldn't find what he wanted to pursue. Then insist on getting everything back.

Now Xue Xihuan felt sorry for his uncle, because he had just found something that he could pursue for the rest of his life, but he lost it completely, without even a trace.

Xue Xihuan asked about Qu Wuhao's whereabouts, but Xue Qiyun was so drunk that he just pointed to the sky and said, look, where is he?

Looking in the direction of Xue Qiyun's hand, he didn't see anything, only the fluorescent star that Xue Qiyun himself made for Qu Wuhao.

"I have nothing left, and I can't keep anything." Xue Qiyun seemed to be tired, and slowly lowered his hands, covering his eyes: "He doesn't want me anymore."

The last sentence that he doesn't want me anymore, said it plainly, made Xue Xihuan feel a heart-piercing feeling.

Xue Xihuan closed his mouth, he tidied up the messy room, sat in the room, and accompanied Xue Qiyun to stare at the ceiling in a daze, as if he was remembering something, maybe he was missing Qu Wuyu.

Xue Qiyun touched the ring on the necklace around his neck, and breathed out a mouthful of alcohol.

Qu Wuhao, all my property is you. If you leave, I really have nothing left, and I am completely bankrupt.

[The task is completed, the salary and bonus will be distributed to the card in the original world, ready for the next task. 】

[Wait, how did I complete the task! ] Qu Wuhao was a little confused.

【Think about what Xue Qiyun told you back then. 】

Qu Wuhao couldn't figure it out, he racked his brains, and finally remembered what Xue Qiyun said when he disappeared, he was everything to him, and suddenly fell silent.

After the half-pay, Qu Wuzhen opened his mouth, his tone was never jerky:

[System, it's time to delete the memory. 】

This is the first time that Qu Wuzhen asked to delete his memory on his own initiative. Xue Qiyun was so kind to him, so good that it was unimaginable. Qu Wuzhen couldn't stop thinking about him. And he promised Xue Qiyun his whole life.

[Delete the memory successfully, the next task goal: fail the college entrance examination. 】

[What the hell? 】

Qu Wuzhen was a little dazed, opened his eyes and saw the eight characters "three years of simulation, five years of college entrance examination" on the red book in front of him, and fell silent for a while.

In the past, when I was in high school, because I didn’t have much class, the things on it would abuse him every time. Every time my own book was regarded as a negative teaching material by the teacher, and I read it aloud in class.

Just looking at the cover of this book, Qu Wuhao felt cold sweat dripping down his body, he opened the first page tremblingly, the capitalized name on it directly made Qu Wuhao tremble from the seat It fell down, stabbed, and made a huge movement.

"Qu Wuhao, you are making a fuss in class again, so stand behind!"

Looking at the teacher on the podium and the snickering classmates beside him, Qu Wuhao obediently took the book and stood behind.

At the beginning of high school, many students began to stay up late to study, so there were a few students who stood behind to prevent them from falling asleep, and a male student by the window who smiled wickedly with his eyes waved at Qu Wuhao.

Qu Wuhao almost subconsciously moved away from the male classmate and stood by the door.

Leaning against the door and yawning, Qu Wuhao leisurely felt that the task released by the system was simply a sub-question. He only needed to make jokes to complete the achievement and successfully complete the world.

Suddenly he was patted while dozing off, Qu Wuzhen was shocked, and after standing at attention, he shouted: "Report, I didn't sleep!"

"..." There was a deathly silence in the classroom.

A roar broke the silence: "Qu Wuhao, get out!"

When Qu Wuhao was kicked out of the classroom, he looked dazed. He glanced at the male classmate who pushed him and laughed so hard that his stomach ached. Qu Wuhao said that he didn't want to lose face, and then skipped class gorgeously.

Leaning on the tree trunk and looking at the students running on the playground, neat and tidy, making small fights, Qu Wufeng sighed: "It's good to be young." Then he turned his head and saw a gentle man holding a book in his eyes and looking at him. Laughing boys, where meets his "Yeah yeah".

Qu Wuhao was taken aback: "Wow, you can't make a sound when you walk."

The boy was a little aggrieved by Qu Wuhao's words, he put the book in his hand aside, sat beside Qu Wuhao and said, "I can't blame me for not making a sound when I walk."

[Mission goals appear, Yang Ziyi, the ghost of the examination hall, a kind of ghost that helps people study and achieve a perfect life. 】

【What does my mission have to do with this ghost?I'm a person who wants to fail the college entrance examination, and I don't agree with each other. 】

Qu Wuzhen took another look at Yang Ziyi, the man looked upright with his eyes, at first glance he looked like the male classmate who photographed him today, he felt aggrieved, got up and patted the dirt on his body: "I'll go Sit somewhere else, as you like."

Yang Ziyi just looked at Qu Wuzhen steadfastly, neither stopped nor persuaded him, like two strangers who met by chance and would not have any intersection in the future.

Back outside the classroom, Qu Wuzhen looked at the teacher whose mouth was moving all the time, looked at the book in his hand, suddenly became interested, and opened it to take a look.

These books are actually very interesting.

Those textbooks and books that he dreamed of reading when he was part-time job, are now placed in front of him, like a new life, but this new life turned into a meaningless struggle in the end.

In fact, Qu Wuzhen had long been unable to understand the content inside, and even said that it looked messy. The original owner was probably a child who didn't like studying very much, and there were many villains drawn in the book.

But I have to say that these villains are really painted alike, subtle and warped.

There was the same woman inside, with fluttering long hair and a warm smile. The corners of Qu Wuzhen's mouth twitched: [System, don't tell me that this is the object of the original owner's crush. 】

The system sent a pair of blank eyes, and then ran away. He also felt that this task could be easily and casually cleared, so he called a few systems in the next door to go out and mess around.

Qu Wuhou who lost the system was like a flood with the valve turned on. When the class was over, he entered the classroom, took out all the books of the original owner, and put them on the desk one by one to start sorting.

It’s nothing more than a failure in the college entrance examination, as long as you try it when you are the same.

At that time, he hardly even went to the third year of high school. His family was too poor, and he was so hungry that he couldn't study at all. He could only rely on his own hands to fill his stomach first.

Who doesn't want to go to a good university and become a white-collar figure after graduation, but the reality is cruel, so cruel that Qu Wuhao has no way to struggle.

There are not many things in the high school books, but they are solid concepts and foundations. Qu Wuzhen looked at the ghost-like symbols with his head in his arms, and his eyebrows almost wrinkled together.

There was a burst of laughter from the side, Qu Wuzhen turned his head to look, and saw the male classmate who slapped him this morning and made him ugly, pointing at him, smiling happily.

"Mist grass, you're still laughing!"

Qu Wuhao picked up the English dictionary on the table that was so thick that it could be used as a brick, and stepped forward to take a picture of that person, but the male student hid quickly, and Qu Wuhao swung it in vain, unable to control his strength. Fall forward.

The male classmate could support Qu Wuhao as long as he stretched out his hand, but he didn't.

Qu Wuhao: "Mmp, I will fight with you today! Either you die or I live!"

Qu Wuhao, who was about to stand up and decide the winner, raised his head and saw the male classmate still smiling like an old fox. He stretched out his hand and poked Qu Wuhao's nose, and a bright red nosebleed came from Qu Wuhao's. Flowing out of the nose slowly.

Qu Wuhao: "..."

Qu Wuhao, who missed the next class, was taken to the infirmary, and the school doctor waved at the male student behind Qu Wuhao: "Du Ningxuan, you are here to ask for a leave note again."

Qu Wuzhen covered her nose, looked at the school doctor's familiarity with this person, thought for a while, and thought of something, her face twisted into a ball: "Did you do it on purpose?"

Du Ningxuan pretended to be stupid and dumbfounded: "What is it on purpose?"

"You deliberately let me fall to the ground, and then brought me to the infirmary, just to ask for leave for the next physical education class!" Qu Wuhao pointed to Du Ningxuan's nose: "The weak, sick, and disabled who don't want to run 1000 meters have a bad heart. bastard!"

Du Ningxuan shrugged at the school doctor, Qu Wuzhen's mouth twitched, and he stretched out his foot to kick Du Ningxuan. Even if I pay you back, remember to take my leave note with you when you leave."

Qu Wuhao said to get lost, Du Ningxuan walked to the door and remembered something, and turned around with a smile: "By the way, the head teacher asked me to call you to her office, but I forgot, it might be a bit late to go now."

Qu Wuyu's mouth was drawn: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhin

Standing in the office, Qu Wuhao was overwhelmed by the saliva of the class teacher in front of him. He apologized to the teacher with his fingers: "I promise not to do it again."

"Since you know you're wrong, go back, study hard, don't think too much, I'll help you apply for your family's sponsorship."

Qu Wuhao hummed, thanked the teacher, and promised again and again that he would study hard and never make trouble in class again. The teacher waved his hand and told Qu Wuhao to go back and review his homework carefully.

Sitting in the classroom, looking at the textbook in his hand, Qu Wuhao scratched his head and thought about life, he just couldn't figure it out, Xiao Ming's house was on fire, and he wanted to calculate the distance from the rope to the ground, this thing calculated it , can people still escape?

Qu Wuhao's complaint made Yang Ziyi laugh at the side who didn't know when he started watching. He took a piece of white paper, drew a few strokes, and a complete set of calculation formulas appeared on the notebook. Qu Wuhao glanced at Yang Ziyi. One: "Just kidding."

Got a pair of answers, almost no difference.

Qu Wuzhen's eyes lit up, looking at Yangziyi as if he saw a piece of shining treasure, he stretched out his hand to wrap around Yangziyi's neck, and said in a very familiar tone: "Brother, tell me chant."

The corner of Yangzi's mouth ticked: "Okay."

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