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Jing Tian is from the south.

Three years ago, he was 1.7 meters seven, barely considered tall among his peers.

In the past three years, not only has he not grown at all, he also seems to be a bit shorter.

In University A, a northern university, he was forced to be petite against the backdrop.

Looking at Zheng Xunqian who was half a head taller than him in front of him, Jing Tian thought to himself that maybe being forced to look up is also one of the sources of oppression.

Yang Yue went back to the dormitory first, and they were the only ones left in the corridor.

Zheng Xunqian took out a mobile phone from his pocket and handed it over: "Is this yours?"

Jing Tian reached out to take it, and tried to press the power button.

The screen turned on, but it was a multicolored mosaic with no rules.

broken.

"……do not know."

Jing Tian was in a dilemma.

Naturally, his cell phone didn't look like this in his memory.

"I picked it up where you fell down." Zheng Xunqian glanced at the colorful screen, "I haven't opened it, so I don't know it's broken."

"It's okay," Jing Tian gripped the phone tightly, "Thank you!"

"And you," Zheng Xunqian asked, "are you okay, did the doctor say anything?"

He still had no expression when he spoke, and his tone was calm.

But because he felt the concern, Jing Tian stopped panicking and gradually calmed down.

"I don't know if it's good or not. I forgot everything about the last few years," Jing Tian said, "I thought I was still in my third year of high school, and the college entrance examination would be three months away."

Zheng Xunqian looked at his face, just listened and didn't speak.

Jing Tian could only continue to say: "The doctor said that the memory confusion caused by the impact should be able to recover gradually over time."

"You don't remember me at all?" Zheng Xunqian asked.

Jing Tian was nervous again: "I'm sorry!"

Zheng Xunqian shook his head, sighed slightly, and said, "I heard that you were a good student who worked hard in high school."

Jing Tian blinked.

"……You said it yourself."

Zheng Xunqian added.

Jing Tian raised his hand and scratched his chin with his index finger: "It's okay."

He has no advantages, only a little confidence in his grades.

From childhood to adulthood, although he was not the best in the class, he was still at the forefront.

Unlike the naturally intelligent Xueba, his intelligence is mediocre, relying on the stupid bird to fly first.

For him like this, A University is an ideal that can be longed for and worth striving for, but it may not necessarily be realized.

Since waking up in the infirmary, he has been in surprise and confusion all day long. Now that he has come back to his senses, he realizes that he has really been admitted to the university of his dreams.

Compared with amnesia, he seems to have traveled to the future.

Everything in the future is messy, but there is also good news.

His hard work paid off and he made friends who cared about him.

Thinking of this, Jing Tian couldn't help laughing.

Soon, he realized that Zheng Xunqian was still looking at him, and pursed his lips because of embarrassment, trying to cover it up.

It's a pity that the effect is not good, and the expression becomes weird.

He blushed for it.

"Well, I..." In order to ease the embarrassment, he said with difficulty, "I don't have any other hobbies, so I spend all my time reading books."

As he spoke, he quickly glanced at Zheng Xunqian, then froze.

Zheng Xunqian smiled.

He smiled shallowly, his sharp eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his lips raised in a gentle arc.

The face that was expressionless most of the time became gentle and vivid at this moment.

Jing Tian was stunned, and also smirked.

Zheng Xunqian smiled, but what he said made Jing Tian feel cold in an instant: "Then you don't want to repeat the grade, do you?"

Jing Tian's smile froze completely on his face.

According to what Yang Yue just said, not only was it difficult for him to pass this semester, but he also had several problems left over from history.

It's unbelievable that after entering university, he would slack off his studies to such an extent.

Seeing his pale face, Zheng Xunqian's smile became more obvious.

"I can help you."

He said.

Jing Tian licked his lips and asked nervously, "How can I help?"

Zheng Xunqian looked at the broken mobile phone still held by Jing Tian, ​​took out a fountain pen from his pocket, pulled Jing Tian's other hand, spread out his palm, and wrote a series of numbers on it.

"If you don't understand, you can call me.

If you want to go to the library or study room, I can come and accompany you when I have time. "

He said.

Jing Tian was held by his hand, looked at him for two seconds, and looked away in a panic: "How embarrassing..."

Zheng Xunqian didn't say anything, just acted like you could figure it out.

Jing Tian carefully withdrew his hand and added: "Thank you."

Regardless of whether he will ask Zheng Xunqian for help in the end, this kindness is always worthy of gratitude.

"You're welcome," Zheng Xunqian said, "I have something to ask for."

Jing Tian was taken aback.

When he looked at Zheng Xunqian again, he found that Zheng Xunqian's gaze was falling a little behind him.

Jing Tian wanted to turn around, but before he took action, he saw Zheng Xunqian raised his hand again.

Zheng Xunqian's fingers passed through his bangs and auricles in sequence, and stopped at his chin, and his thumb gently touched the skin of his cheek.

Jing Tian froze, not daring to move, watching Zheng Xunqian slowly leaning over.

When they gradually approached, Jing Tian closed his eyes tightly while shrinking his neck.

Then, pursed his lips.

But after that, the expected touch did not appear.

Jing Tian held his breath and carefully opened one eye.

Zheng Xunqian was laughing again.

He stared at him from an extremely ambiguous distance, and said, "It's fine if you don't remember, we can get to know each other again."

After speaking, he quickly retreated to a polite enough position, lightly pressed Jing Tian's hand on which the phone number was written, and left.

What special meaning does this sentence have, and it needs to be so close and whispered?Jing Tian was puzzled for a few seconds, then turned around and looked back.

There was another person in the corridor, and Zheng Xunqian was passing that person sideways.

Compared to Zheng Xunqian's unhurried attitude, that person's expression and movements seemed extremely unnatural.

Those few seconds were infinitely elongated because of the strange atmosphere.

Until Zheng Xunqian disappeared around the corner, Jing Tian finally said, "Senior? Why are you here?"

After finishing speaking, he immediately realized that this was nonsense.

"Looking for you," the senior quickly walked up to him and asked straight to the point, "What were you doing just now?"

"……chat."

Jing Tian said.

The senior frowned, looking at his expression, he probably didn't believe it.

Only then did Jing Tian realize that from the senior's point of view, they might look like they were kissing.

"Well, I..." Jing Tian blushed and wanted to explain, but when the words came to his lips, he was embarrassed again.

They didn't ask any questions, and were eager to defend themselves, which seemed to be a cover-up.

"You don't remember this person at all, do you?" the senior asked.

Jing Tian thought for a while, and nodded honestly.

The senior glanced at the corner where Zheng Xunqian disappeared, and said, "I've only seen you and Yang Yue together, and I've never seen him."

Jing Tian didn't understand what he meant.

"What he said may not be true," said the senior, "Be careful of being deceived."

Jing Tian blinked, lowered his gaze, noncommittal.

"But I won't lie to you," said the senior again. "You still remember me, don't you? We have seen each other almost every day in the past. Do you have any impression?"

"It's actually like this," Jing Tian was very embarrassed and explained with difficulty, "I don't have selective amnesia, I just forgot all the things in the last three years."

"what do you mean……"

"My memory is only up to the beginning of the second semester of the third year of high school."

Jing Tian said.

The senior was silent for a moment, and smiled helplessly when he spoke again: "Then you really forgot all the important things."

"What?" Jing Tian asked.

"I'll accompany you to prepare for the exam, and celebrate with you when you pass the exam," the senior looked at him seriously, "then... you confess your love to me."

Jing Tian opened his mouth wide, unable to speak.

"I don't believe what he said," the senior continued, "I trust you, you wouldn't do this to me, right?"