My nemesis attacked me after amnesia!

On the weekend, Sheng Zhuoran had a dream.

In the dream, in front of his grave, there was a man in a wine-red suit.

I couldn't see his face clearly, but the voice of the emotionless sneer became clearer.

Man: "Meow~"

The meow was soft and pleasant, and Sheng Zhuoran's ears felt very comfortable, and I wanted to hear him meow more.

It’s just that the meowing sound——

Seems a bit like Gu Jing?

Shouldn't it be thinking by day and dreaming at night?

After getting up in a daze, Sheng Zhuoran heard Sheng's mother's voice calling his classmate: "Oh, Gu Jing, you are here, but he hasn't woken up yet, really. Have you had breakfast, come and bring some snacks to eat on the way."

Sheng Zhuoran glanced at the dolphin alarm clock, it was only eight o'clock!Isn't it about 9 o'clock!

However, think about it.

Gu Jing likes him, so he came over early, trying to get an extra chance to meet him an hour earlier.

Sheng Zhuoran got up straight and looked in the mirror to see if there were any white hairs near the crown of his head.After pulling out all the gray hairs, I combed my hair and rushed to the bathroom to brush my teeth, wash my face, maintain my face and change my clothes.

The pure black hair is covered with conditioner, exuding a glossy luster; the eyebrows are also completely black, not yet white; his eyes are clear, not cloudy like when he was old; he also has smooth skin and a firm face!

Very good, when he came out of the bathroom again, he was a handsome and tender boy again!

After eating mother Sheng's loving breakfast, Sheng Zhuoran washed the dishes and led Gu Jing out.

On the long-distance bus between cities, the two sat side by side, Sheng Zhuoran asked with some trepidation: "Why did you call me an hour earlier?"

Gu Jing replied blankly: "I'll fuck you sooner."

Sheng Zhuoran: "??"

Gu Jing took out a pair of listening earphones for the test and put them on Sheng Zhuoran's head.

The earphone cotton fits snugly against the ears, and Gu Jing's voice in English can be heard from inside.

The pronunciation is very accurate, and the voice is low and soft, as if putting him to sleep every night, making people fall asleep.

Just as I thought about it, I found out that Jing's recitation was very rhythmic, and that rhythm, just like the rhythm of his battle songs, inspired people to come back from the grave and fight for three hundred questions!

Sheng Zhuoran was silent for a while, snatched the phone from Gu Jing's hand, and pressed pause: "Do you also drink garlic juice on weekends, or is there a reward?"

Gu Jing replied: "This is a fairy tale, try to catch it, and you will be rewarded if you catch it."

Sheng Zhuoran looked at Gu Jing's cold and serious profile, leaned over and asked, "What's the reward?"

Gu Jing dug out a book of jokes with a red cover.

Sheng Zhuoran looked at the cover of this joke book and felt familiar!

In the black-and-white world after death, Gu Jing would always bring a collection of flirty jokes with a red cover to attract his attention.

impossible.

Is it because he thinks about it day by day so that the memory becomes like this, or is it really Gu Jing?

Sheng Zhuoran took out his mobile phone and secretly tapped the recording, and asked, "Hey? The reward is to hear you read jokes? Can you tell jokes?"

From childhood to adulthood, Gu Jing and him were at odds. They were either on the way of fighting or fighting each other.Gu Jing is not humane, I heard that when a girl asks a question, Gu Jing will often deal with it at the same table, so that no one asks him afterwards.

But it was enough to see Gu Jing coldly giving lectures to his classmate, the bully.

The Gu Jing in his memory would actually read jokes to him after his death.

Sheng Zhuoran clicked on the recording and said, "Let me listen to you first."

Gu Jing flipped through the joke book, and read in a calm tone: "Okay, I'll start. One day, Xiao Ming and Xiao Hong quarreled, and Xiao Ming couldn't beat him, so he rushed out."

Sheng Zhuoran didn't read the joke and could have automatically said: "Then Xiaohong chased him for nine streets in anger, and finally snatched the door back."

Sheng Zhuoran looked at him amusedly: "I've heard this joke before."

Gu Jing was stunned for a moment, and said "Oh".Although the cold white side face still looked deserted, his slightly drooping eyelashes gave a sense of loss.

His jokes have been read for 30 years.

Sometimes it's hard to find new jokes to read over and over again.

Sheng Zhuoran poked him with his finger, and smiled: "Then how about I tell you a joke, it's new!"

Gu Jing turned around: "Huh?"

The sunlight from the car window came in and reflected on Sheng Zhuoran's face, making it even more sunny.Sheng Zhuoran cautiously closed the curtains to cover his face from the sun for anti-aging, and then said with a smile: "Last year, my uncle Fahai conducted a surprise inspection in the grove to catch puppy love students, and caught 15 couples in love!"

Gu Jing laughed: "15 couples, not 15 pairs?"

Sheng Zhuoran continued to solve the riddle: "That's right, 15 couples in love, seven couples and a narcissistic me."

Gu Jing was very face-saving: "Oh, hehe."

Sheng Zhuoran: "..."

Sheng Zhuoran said: "This performance is not very good, you meow to listen."

Gu Jing's heart skipped a beat, and he glanced at him: "Meow what?"

And Sheng Zhuoran has already got the recording, uploaded it to the cloud disk for backup, and planned to use the arrangement software to listen to it after returning home. Is it the meow in the past!

Gu Jing looked at him several times, but said nothing.He also took out his mobile phone and dug out a short video: "Speaking of the grove, I captured it last time."

Sheng Zhuoran had already saved the cloud disk at this time, so he moved his head to take a look.

The video is from a high-altitude angle, and the students studying in the grove are photographed beating mosquitoes.

Sheng Zhuoran: "I didn't expect you to be so boring~"

Gu Jing: "..."

Didn't you say that there are many mosquitoes in summer, guess if you go out to study, you will be chased and bitten by mosquitoes.

Gu Jing recalled the English recording of the fairy tale, and started to play it forcefully: "It's a waste of time, continue to test your listening."

Sheng Zhuoran acted coquettishly: "Don't listen, don't listen, we're going to get the notice of terminal illness today, I'm terminally ill, why should I still listen to English?"

Gu Jing said dryly, "You won't be terminally ill."

Sheng Zhuoran stayed up late last night to compose the music, and now he couldn't help but yawned, took off his earphones, and fell asleep on the long-distance bus.

His head was leaning against the wobbly and protruding chair back, and his neck was extremely uncomfortable to sleep on.

Half asleep and half awake, the neck seemed to be supported, and the heavy head was able to sleep peacefully.

The car stopped, and when he woke up, he realized that it was Gu Jing's arm that supported his neck.

Seeing that he was awake, Gu Jing silently withdrew his arm, rubbed the oppressed marks, drove the navigation, and walked ahead to lead the way.

Sheng Zhuoran took several glances at his straight back.

Ah, rounded up, Gu Jing hugged him in the car, right?Take advantage of him!Gu Jing should be very happy!

Sheng Zhuoran hopped along and went to get the medical report from the doctor.

Seeing that someone accompanied him, the doctor didn't say the result, but asked Sheng Zhuoran: "Is that boy your relative? Have your parents come yet?"

Sheng Zhuoran smiled comfortably and said, "I'm an adult, I don't need to invite parents! Come on, tell me it's progeria. When I had gray hair half a month ago, I expected it a long time ago. I don't need to take care of it. Tell me or something, and I'll take it."

The doctor's face was slightly stiff, and he couldn't bear to look at him several times before handing over the physical examination report: "It is indeed a relatively rare progeria. No one can live past twenty. You are accompanied by gray hair, bone loss, and rheumatic pains." …Genetic diseases can’t be cured at present…If there is something fun and delicious, let’s go while you are young.”

Sheng Zhuoran listened to what he had heard in his previous life, and was about to perfunctory the doctor's care, when his hand was held by Gu Jing.

The dry palms were warm, making him want to sweat.

It's the second time they hold hands.

This time Sheng Zhuoran didn't let go, shook Gu Jing's hand, and comforted him in a low voice: "So don't force me to study!"

Gu Jing: "How can you not study, you have to study even after you die."

Sheng Zhuoran: "???"

Why bother to be so persistent? !

I left my mobile phone with the doctor, so that when a new drug is developed in the future, volunteers can notify him.Sheng Zhuoran walked out of the hospital calmly, while Gu Jing frowned slightly, reading his medical report one by one.

Gu Jing even took a photo of Sheng Zhuoran's medical report.

How serious!

Sheng Zhuoran took the initiative to comfort him: "Why are you taking pictures? I don't understand. So many medical experts haven't researched it. Although you are a top student, you are only a high school student—ah, I heard my dad say it before. A volunteer project to test drugs for progeria, I want to try it."

Gu Jing looked down at him: "Pharmaceutical project?"

Sheng Zhuoran found the entry of Ouyang Tianming in the encyclopedia: "Yes, it was initiated by this medical tycoon, and he is included in several encyclopedias of different websites! It seems quite reliable——hey, it turned out to be the latest version edited just this month. "