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Jing Tian has dyed far more than seven colors.

When looking at his past circle of friends, every time he scrolls down a few pages, the hair color of himself in the picture will change.

He favors light, desaturated shades, and has tried everything from pale gold to sky blue to flaxen or smoky grey.

His current hair color was dyed about half a month before he lost his memory.

Before that, his hair was a light pink close to cherry blossoms.

Zheng Xunqian didn't care about his hair color, he would say it casually, it should be the color that impressed him the most.

This means that until then, they may not be familiar with it.

At least, Zheng Xunqian is not familiar with him.

Such a pessimistic inference made Jing Tian feel a little sour.

"No," Zheng Xunqian denied calmly, "I remember you often change colors."

Jing Tian looked up at him, smiled at him, and said nothing.

"When we first spoke, the color of your hair was very similar to now," Zheng Xunqian added, "It seems to have been highlighted."

Jing Tian couldn't confirm whether what he said was true, but subjectively he was willing to believe it.

After walking a few steps forward, he took the initiative to ask: "The boy who is with me often, the boy who comes to class with me every day, do you know his name?"

This question was too unexpected, Zheng Xunqian was obviously stunned for a moment.

"He...his surname is Yang."

Zheng Xunqian said.

Jing Tian thought to himself, this person really lives in his own world.

I have been a classmate for three years, and recently I often meet each other and have contact information.

But he couldn't remember Yang Yue's name.

Zheng Xunqian is a smart person, with such excellent grades, his memory is definitely not bad.

He couldn't remember, it could only be because he didn't want to, not because he couldn't.

He didn't seem to care at all about the people who came and went around him.

"His name is Yang Yue," Jing Tian said, "it's Yue Yue."

Zheng Xunqian nodded: "Oh.

What's wrong with him? "

Jing Tian shook his head.

It's nothing, he just hoped that Zheng Xunqian could remember his good friend's name.

"Then..." He asked Zheng Xunqian again, "Since when did you remember my name?"

When he asked the question, he almost didn't have much hope, thinking that Zheng Xunqian would be sloppy like before and tell him to always remember.

Anyway, he can't tell the truth from the fake for the time being.

Unexpectedly, Zheng Xunqian laughed out loud.

Seeing that Jing Tian was puzzled, he suppressed a smile and said, "I'll show you something tonight, and you'll know it after you read it."

When he returned to the dormitory, Yang Yue was not there, probably because he was rehearsing again.

Jing Tian's mood is a little complicated.

Participating in such activities seems to be quite hard work, shouldn't I help him argue for it?

Today I am staying with Zheng Xunqian again, will Yang Yue mind a little bit, will she be lonely?

In this world, there is finally someone who cares about him, treats him well, and praises him. He cares very much.

After deliberating for a moment, he sent Yang Yue a message.

--Have you had dinner?I'm coming to see you, shall we eat together?

After waiting for a few minutes, Yang Yue did not reply, but received a photo from Zheng Xunqian.

After clicking on it, Jing Tian was stunned.

What Zheng Xunqian took was the title page of the first volume of the Textbook Mechanics of Materials.

In addition to the printed characters on the book, Zheng Xunqian's name was written very neatly in the corner of the paper with a pen.

But at a glance, what is more conspicuous are the two big characters flying like dragons and phoenixes in the center of the paper: Jing Tian.

The handwriting that Jing Tian recognized was definitely written by himself.

The title page of his own textbook was clean, and the one sent by Zheng Xunqian could only be Zheng Xunqian's own.

While he was dumbfounded, Zheng Xunqian sent another message.

——It doesn’t matter if you don’t remember it.

Jing Tian's face flushed red again.

He can completely imagine how he snatched Zheng Xunqian's book aggressively back then, and wrote his name on it, ordering Zheng Xunqian to remember it firmly and not to forget it again.

It's really arrogant and vexatious.

Jing Tian typed a reply in embarrassment.

--sorry……

A few seconds after pressing send, I received a call from Zheng Xunqian.

"No apologies, I'm not angry," he said, "I wasn't then, and I'm not now."

Jing Tian tentatively asked: "...Then what did you think at that time?"

Zheng Xunqian was silent for two seconds, and replied: "I don't remember."

He lied.

Jing Tian has roughly figured out the rules now.

Zheng Xunqian always looks serious, and his expression and tone are convincing.

But in fact, he would also deliberately conceal it, deliberately make his words ambiguous, or deliberately induce.

He will not say anything that is not good for him.

Jing Tian finally confirmed the next morning that Zheng Xunqian must have had something bad in his mind.

When he was awakened by the sound of the alarm and opened his eyes in a daze, his brain was still occupied by the picture in the dream just now.

In the dream, Zheng Xunqian looked at his scribbled book with a speechless face, and asked him, "Is there something wrong with you?"

Jing Tian lay on the bed with his eyes open, staring blankly at the slightly yellowed ceiling, and some images and moods that did not belong to dreams emerged in his memory.

He spoke in a loud voice that day, trying to be arrogant and disdainful, and pretended to be ostentatious.

But his heart was always flustered.

When Zheng Xunqian said those words, his chest felt a little tingling.

But he still bluffed, stretched out his hand and pointed at his name on the book vigorously, raised his chin and asked, "Do you remember?"

Zheng Xunqian did not answer.

He stood up expressionlessly, closed the book, put it in his backpack, and left without saying a word.

Leaving him where he was, biting his lip, lowering his head, his heart was pounding, secretly regretting.

Jing Tian pulled up the quilt and covered his head.

For the first time since losing his memory, he was late for class.

Because of the shame of his memories, he lay on the bed with his head covered and pretended to be dead to avoid life. Yang Yue rarely slept soundly when no one was making noise.

When the two finally arrived at the classroom, the class had already started for more than ten minutes.

The teacher of this course is a serious and old-fashioned strange old man. He is unsmiling and extremely strict with the students. He will record the class performance into the usual grades and affect the final total score of the subject.

The students did not dare to make mistakes, and the classroom was full.

Jing Tian glanced inside, but couldn't find Zheng Xunqian.

Even if he finds it, I'm afraid there won't be two empty seats next to him.

Jing Tian didn't want to leave Yang Yue behind, so he found a random seat with him and sat down.

Not long after being seated, Yang Yue fell asleep again.

This guy is a bit addicted to games. He was unlucky a few days ago and lost points like crazy.

But the rehearsal of the school celebration program took up half of the original spare time after school, and if he wanted to play games, he had to stay up late.

When Jing Tian fell asleep last night, there was still faint bursts of light from the mobile phone screen coming from the direction of Yang Yue's bed. God knows what time he played in the end.

In the past, they were always used to sitting in a corner position, which was not very conspicuous.

It's late today, and there are only vacant seats in the middle of the front row that are connected together.

The old man was already dissatisfied with being late, and soon after he was seated, he fell asleep under his nose. Yang Yue was called up just 5 minutes after lying on the table.

Unlike Zheng Xunqian, Yang Yue's grades are worrying. She is a god of war who stays up late at the end of the semester.

Seeing that the old man's face was completely dark, Jing Tian was very worried. He raised the book to cover his face and kept reminding him in a low voice, but he was soon caught together.

As negative models, the two were asked by the old man to stay and talk after class.

"Teacher, we have to go to the rehearsal for the school celebration later, maybe we don't have time..." Yang Yue raised her hand and said weakly.

"That's your own business!" The old man scolded angrily, "Since you are a student, your studies should be the first thing you should consider. If you don't study hard, you'll be doing nonsense all day long, putting the cart before the horse!"

Jing Tian felt bitter.

Seeing that Yang Yue wanted to say something more, he was afraid of angering the old man and the two of them, so he yanked Yang Yue's sleeve violently, implying that he would be patient.

"I suspect those are all excuses." Yang Yue sat in front of the computer, looking at the endless documents in the list, "This old man just wants to find two people to do coolies for him."

Jing Tian sighed: "Forget it, people don't fight with officials."

"Does he not know how to operate a computer at all?" Yang Yue guessed.

"For the better, you can take this opportunity to revise your scribbled homework."

Jing Tian comforted him.

"...How do you know that I wrote indiscriminately?"

Jing Tian smiled: "Guess."

Yang Yue stuck out her tongue with a smile, then resigned to her fate and clicked on another document, before she could continue to operate, the phone in her pocket rang.

It was Zhao Qinqing who called and asked when he would arrive, and everyone was waiting.

"You go first," Jing Tian said, "I'll do it."

Last night when the two had dinner together, Yang Yue mentioned to him that Zhao Qinqing planned to formally try on his makeup this afternoon to see the effect, and if it didn't fit, he could make adjustments in time.

This is not Yang Yue's business alone. Many people have taken time to prepare for it. We can't make everyone wait.

Moreover, Yang Yue also agreed to take a selfie for him to see, Jing Tian was really looking forward to it.

"...Then I'm too embarrassed," Yang Yue said with a bitter face, "totally drag you down."

Jing Tian didn't care: "What's the matter, I'll come to you sooner if it's over."

"You just want to see it yourself!" Yang Yue debunked him, and suggested, "Do you want to ask Zheng Xunqian to come over and help?"

"...Why are you looking for him?"

Jing Tian said.

Just after class, the two were greeted by the old man and left.

Leaving the prospect, Tian took a special look into the classroom, this time, he met Zheng Xunqian's gaze.

Zheng Xunqian didn't say anything at the time, and he didn't contact him afterwards, Jing Tian didn't want to take the initiative to find him.

"Give him a chance to show off."

Yang Yue said.

"Go away," Jing Tian pushed him, "I can figure it out myself."

Fearing that Zhao Qinqing and the others would be in a hurry, Yang Yue left quickly.

Jing Tian was left alone sitting in front of the computer with his mobile phone in a daze.

I have to do the homework of several classes alone, and I am afraid that it will be too late until dinner time.

Do you want to go to him?If he found it, would he be willing to help?

Before making a decision, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind.

"Senior, what a coincidence!"

Jing Tian turned his head and saw Shu Ziqin walking towards him with a smile.

"How can we meet every day!"