Nemesis clings to me after amnesia

About Wen Bieyan's car accident, Yu Wei, like all his classmates, first heard about it from Wei Jia.

At that time, Yu Wei had just arrived in the classroom, and it seemed that he hadn't warmed up after putting down his schoolbag, so Qian Bao sneaked over and pulled a stool nearby and sat down next to him.

"Brother Yu, Brother Yu, I want to ask you something! It's an urgent matter!"

"What else can you do urgently?" Yu Wei squinted at him, "Isn't it because you didn't bring paper with you just now?"

"Hey, it's serious business, no joke."

Qian Yin was a little tangled and brushed his hair, turned his head and quietly glanced at the front of his seat, and gestured to Yu Wei: "Mate, my birthday is next Saturday at the front table, I haven't thought about it for a long time What do you want to give him when you come out, give me an idea, what do omega like?"

"?? You asked me what omega likes?" Yu Wei wrinkled his face and pointed at himself: "Am I an o? Or do you think I have an Alpha body for nothing, but I'm actually an Omega soul??"

"Of course not, don't make up your mind so much." Qian Yin was overwhelmed with worry: "I'm really helpless, I just want to find someone outside the venue to ask for help, just give me some advice."

"Can you give me anything?"

Yu Wei tilted his head to look over, and Qian Yin, who was about to celebrate his birthday, was tidying up at the front desk, carefully counting the things he needed to go to the third middle school exam one by one.

Zhao Yazheng is a very typical Omega.

As the name suggests, he is really elegant and upright, shy and shy. He always smiles at everyone, is polite, and loves to learn. He behaves like a little white rabbit, and of course he looks alike too.

Compared with Qian Yin, there is a complete gap between swans and toads.

Yu Wei thought about it seriously, and said, "Why don't you prepare a hardcover version of Wusan?"

"Five Three?" Qian Yin's expression was blank: "Brother Yu, are you serious? Will anyone really like this thing?"

"Why not." Yu Wei said: "Study is not a pleasant thing, you and me at the front table." He pouted at the empty seat in front of him: "Isn't it still fun to do it?"

"It seems to make sense..." Qian Yin thought for a while, and thought it was feasible: "Then I'll go to the bookstore to look for it later, and buy a whole set of him!"

Lengtouqing was still imitating others to give gifts to prepare for surprises. Yu Wei put his arms around his chest and clicked his tongue: "No, I also have a problem. Didn't our brother Qian say that this kind of nerd who dropped his book bag is the most annoying?" What kind of gift do you want to give now?"

"Isn't that too little and nothing to do?"

Qian Yin scratched his neck embarrassingly: "And Yaya is not a nerd, she is just a good student, what is a nerd, Li Yunfeng is, the two are completely different, you compare, Yaya is much cuter Already!"

Yu Wei was at a loss for words, and took a hissing breath: "What the hell is Yaya? Didn't you call Zhao Yazheng that you were a little disgusted?"

Qian Yin smiled like a fool, moved closer and lowered his voice: "I just yelled secretly, I dare not in front of him."

Look, it is also a terrible thing for a tough guy to commit a love affair.

"...Oh." Yu Wei said: "You are not right, you are so wretched."

"?" Qian Yin stared: "Am I wretched?"

"Aren't you obscene?"

"I'm going forward with all my heart!"

"Watch out for the cesspit."

"..."

Qian Yin snorted twice: "Don't be complacent, maybe you have someone you like, who is even more wretched than me!"

Yu Wei spread his hands together, his expression flattened: "Sorry, I don't have any."

"It's just that I haven't met now!"

"Oh, is it?"

Yu Wei sighed pretentiously: "Then I don't know when I will meet that person I have never met before, for nothing else, just want to prove that I am different from you, the word wretched is like Yu Mou." People can't get along."

"Someone of you deserves a beating."

Qian Yin said: "To be fair, if you spend a little bit of energy on your studies and composition, you won't have to eat subsistence allowances every time."

"How can you have the face to criticize me when you live on subsistence allowances like me?"

"I'm simple and honest."

"Don't fart."

"Hey! I'm seeking truth from facts, why-"

"BIG NEWS BIG NEWS!!!"

Wei Jia ran in from outside panting heavily with his schoolbag on his back, shouting all the way, and most of the students who arrived in the classroom were attracted by him.

"You're flustered and bluffing, be careful if the old king catches you and rewards you with fame."

"What's the matter, Jiabao, on the way here, was bitten on the heel again?"

"You're playing with your mobile phone, it scares me!"

Wei Jia stood in the last row panting with his hips on his hips, and waved his hands vigorously: "I'm not kidding, it's really a big deal!"

"I just passed Lao Wang's office, and I wanted to go in and ask if my Chinese scores came out. I happened to hear Lao Wang talking on the phone, talking about competitions, car accidents, and learning Chinese characters!"

"I quit the office and secretly checked it on my mobile phone. Sure enough, there was a car accident on Shahuan Road."

He swallowed hard, with a tense expression on his face: "You guys said, it couldn't be... Xue Shen got into a car accident, right?"

The classroom fell silent for a moment.

Everyone looked at each other in dismay, until someone murmured uncertainly, "It can't be such a coincidence", and they all started talking.

"I don't think so either."

"Where can it be such a coincidence, and I know the disciples, it seems that you won't pass through Shahuan Road when you come from there."

"That's right, today just happens to be the day of the competition, so it can't be so unlucky."

"...But didn't Garbo say that Lao Wang mentioned competitions and learning characters on the phone?"

Fang Yan raised his mobile phone with a white face: "And I checked, and the person at the scene of the accident posted on Weibo. The vehicle involved in the accident was drunk and driving late at night. The car that was hit seemed to be a father and son. The boy was wearing a school uniform, which is the photo. It’s a little blurry, I can’t tell if it’s from our school or No. [-] Middle School.”

Everyone quieted down again, and looked at the friends around them helplessly, without exception, they all saw faint worries in each other's eyes.

Qian Yao was dumbfounded.

"This... isn't it?"

Yu Wei still had Wen Bieyan's campus card in his pocket, and the worst guess came to mind, he couldn't help but clenched his cheeks, his face wrinkled enough to kill a fly: "Is the car accident serious? Did Lao Wang say anything?"

It's true that he doesn't like this cold Gaoling flower, but he never thought that he would die suddenly.

The young man has never experienced real death in his life. In his cognition, this word is almost blocked by his subconscious mind. If the people around him who look up and look down suddenly disappear, he really can't accept it.

"I don't know." Wei Jia shook his head, "It's just that Lao Wang's complexion looks very bad, so it's probably not going well."

Brain supplements that don't know the truth are often the scariest. As soon as Wei Jia finished speaking, some girls couldn't help but have red eyes.

Yu Wei patted the back of his head irritably, and stood up: "You little girls, don't scare yourself. Whoever tells you about the car accident must have died? Wait, I'll go to Lao Wang to find out now."

"What do you want to ask me?"

Old Wang, with a signed watch in one hand and a thermos cup in the other, walked in with a big belly.

A group of people immediately turned their heads and chased after them eagerly. Lao Wang poked his neck back suspiciously, and quickly reacted when he saw a few girls in tears: "You've heard about the car accident, right? The news is pretty good."

"Is your news a bit false?"

Under the eyes of everyone, Lao Wang walked up to the podium with his belly straight, and the thermos cup made a light click when it was placed on the podium.

"Don't worry, I just talked to Wen's mother on the phone. The accident was not serious. The owner of the car hit the steering wheel at the last moment. What hit was the front of the car, not the body."

"Father Wen was basically uninjured. Student Wen was a little more serious. He hit his head on the car door, had a slight concussion, and a small injury from the broken windshield. But these are not serious, and he will not be alive at all. It's dangerous, so put away your tears and concentrate on preparing for class."

Lao Wang's voice had never been so pleasant, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief after being reassured.

The little girls were embarrassed by what they said, so they quickly lowered their heads and secretly wiped away their tears.

"Huh—" Qian Yin exhaled exaggeratedly: "I was so scared, I almost thought that the person was gone."

Yu Wei, who was also given a roller coaster package and felt the ups and downs, rolled his eyes forcefully.

He casually rolled up his workbook into a tube, and when the culprit of anxiety--Wei Jia slipped to his seat with his schoolbag in his arms, he slapped him on the arm: "Next time you talk, first figure out the ins and outs, okay? Who are you trying to scare with a half-posted notice?"

Wei Jia shrank his neck: "I'm nervous too, I won't do it next time!" He grinned as he spoke, and ran away with oil on the soles of his feet.

There was an unexpected accident in Wen Bieyan, and the English competition was unable to go. Zhao Yazheng became the only seedling in their class, shouldering the hope of the whole village and embarking on the journey to the third middle school alone.

At noon that day, squad leader Fang Yan collected a wave of "public opinion" and decided to visit Wen Bieyan at the Third Provincial Hospital in the afternoon. However, considering that the hospital could not go to too many people, he only picked out a few representatives.

Yu Wei didn't want to go, but pushed Cheng Han up.

"What am I going to do?" Cheng Han pointed at his nose: "Brother Yu, you know that I am nervous when I face good grades, and this afternoon I made an appointment with the people in class [-] to go to the gymnasium to play."

Yu Wei said: "Those who went there were either girls or O. As the strongest in our class, shouldn't you help me carry some fruit or something?"

Cheng Han was stabbed in the heart by the phrase "the strongest", turned his head and signed up without saying a word.

Zhang Wang came up to talk to Fang Yan, but he didn't say anything, but pulled behind Yu Wei to watch the whole process, and suddenly looked at Yu Wei with suspicion: "Our brother Yu really has such a simple and kind heart?"

"Nonsense." Yu Wei pointed back at himself with his thumb: "I, Yu, a little white flower in the world."

"puff--"

"Laughing fart."

Zhang Wang tried his best to hold back, and asked him, "Are you really not a demon?"

"Do I have that free time?" Yu Wei slapped his hand away: "Go back to your first class, our class is small, and we can't tolerate you as a bastard."

In the blink of an eye after school in the afternoon, Cheng Han greeted Yu Wei and the others and set off to the hospital with Fang Yan.

In the team game at night, Yu Wei pulled Cheng Han into the team, spread out on the sofa, and at the same time, he seemed to inadvertently ask about the situation of Wen Bieyan. Cheng Han did not suspect him, and said everything he knew come out.

"...In short, there is nothing serious, but the spirit looks poor. The doctor said that for the next month, the diet should be as light as possible, and spicy food should not be eaten. It is very miserable."

"Tsk, it's quite miserable." Yu Wei sighed twice, his tone extremely light.

Cheng Han felt strange: "But Brother Yu, why are you asking this? You two don't get along, and you still care about him so much?"

"This is not called caring." Yu Wei said: "This is an official condolence from a classmate. It has no other meaning. Don't guess."

"But when I was in the hospital in the afternoon, Zhang Wang sent me a message, saying that you wanted to make trouble."

"Tch, listen to him fart."

"I don't think so either." Cheng Han said honestly: "Everyone is in such a tragic car accident, Brother Yu, you can't do anything that makes you worse."

The latter grinned happily: "Good brother, you understand me! Come on, give you a blue father!"

Yu Wei did nothing wrong.

He just inquired about Wen Bieyan's ward bed the next day, took advantage of the time after school in the afternoon to sneak to the snack street to pack a big bucket of Malatang, and wandered to the Third Provincial Hospital.

Since the patient can't eat it, he can just show it to the patient.

Make trouble?What are you doing?

How can sending warmth be called making trouble?

On the cutting.