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Wei Junxing raised his eyebrows,

"Do you still trust that stinky Taoist priest?"

"I never believed him. I just wanted to see what those people were up to. Now that you're on my side, I think we need to talk."

"What's on your side and mine, I don't understand."

Wei Junxing frowned even more. To be honest, he was not very clear about the rules of the real world.

He Jingshuo smiled,

"Sooner or later you will understand."

He Jingshuo smiled so beautifully, so good to see that Wei Junxing's brows relaxed, and he even forgot the pain of the injury on his waist for a while.

While wiping his head, Wei Junxing told He Jingshuo roughly about the Dreamland cram school, but omitted many of their intimate passages.

He Jingshuo supported his head and listened to his narration with a puzzled face. He looked at Wei Junxing with strange eyes, seeming to understand but not knowing anything.

Wei Junxing was still wiping his long-dried hair with a towel, explaining helplessly,

"I know it will take time to accept this, but... Anyway, I can't explain what's going on for a while. Anyway, how can you, a person who was recommended to go to university, understand the pain of a zero-scoring candidate."

He Jingshuo clasped his hands, his eyes seemed to be filled with turbulent waves, but his expression was extremely calm.

"Zero? What do you mean?"

"Xueba, the zero score is the superficial zero score. After I woke up from the dream, I realized that I fell asleep as soon as I took the college entrance examination, and then entered the hospital ward. I just woke up two weeks ago. .”

"Oh."

He Jingshuo let out a thoughtful oh,

"So I told you to come to me before I died, and now I don't know anything about it?"

Wei Junxing nodded, threw the towel aside,

"Forget it, don't think about it, it will be troublesome if you also think about the pain in your head. You once told me that if we all come back alive, you will tell me everything, so now?"

Wei Junxing folded his arms and leaned on the back of the sofa, changing a comfortable position so as not to press on his wound. Even if He Jingshuo forgot everything in the dream, in reality he should know why he went there, right? .

He Jingshuo lowered his head and leaned sideways on the sofa, without looking at Wei Junxing,

"Let's talk about it later. If I get that memory back, maybe I can tell you the whole truth."

Everything around him was too complicated, and he didn't dare to trust anyone lightly, but what Wei Junxing said, he believed a little bit, but felt absurd.

But how does he explain Zhang Heguang in the Taoist temple?Wei Junxing called him by his name when he saw him for the first time. Is this also a coincidence?

Where did his indescribable sense of familiarity with Wei Junxing come from?

Wei Junxing pouted, through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows on the first floor, Wei Junxing had already seen the morning light in the east, and the night passed like this.

But the nightmare and ignorant He Jingshuo are still here, nothing has changed.

He Jingshuo stood up and stretched his stiff legs, and said to Wei Junxing,

"This incident was caused by me and caused you to get zero marks on the test. I think it is my responsibility to help you do it all over again,"

He turned his face to look at the sky outside again,

"Today is the weekend, you must be fine, go to sleep for a while, and then I will take you back."

Wei Junxing didn't expect that He Jingshuo would only say such a sentence to him lightly after this night of tossing, but he didn't say a word about why he took him to the Taoist temple.

He suddenly felt that the He Jingshuo in reality was deeper, gloomy and more scheming than the He Jingshuo in the dream.

Wei Junxing watched him go upstairs, sat up too, and walked into the guest room with his shoes on.

Since he woke up, his body has been recovering. He was exhausted from dealing with the dead Taoist priest last night. He came back and stayed up all night. In addition, he was injured and drenched in the rain. As soon as his head touched the pillow, he fell asleep past.

In the dream, a lot of people appeared in a mess like a revolving lantern. Wei Junxing couldn't tell who they were and where he was. It wasn't until he managed to wake up and forcefully opened his eyes that he remembered where he was. In the guest room of Shuo's Bieyuan.

He only felt sore all over his body, and he opened his mouth, his throat was swollen as if there was an egg stuck there.

He wanted to struggle to get up, but every part of his body was protesting, and finally he lay back weakly.

There was a knock on the door at the right time, Wei Junxing covered the quilt and hummed,

"Come in."

He Jingshuo changed into a light blue suit, walked in neatly, and put a set of black clothes in his hand on the chair beside the bed.

"You can't wear your clothes anymore. I took a set of mine. You can make up for it for now."

He raised his wrist and glanced at his watch,

"It's already past two o'clock in the afternoon. I'll take you back. Your family should be worried if it's later!"

He said a lot suddenly, but the person lying on the bed didn't even move, He Jingshuo suddenly realized something was wrong,

"Wei Junxing? What's wrong with you?"

He came to the bed in one step, stretched out his hand to pull Wei Junxing out of the quilt, and touched his forehead.

God, this forehead is as hot as a hot pot.

"Hey, Wei Junxing, can you hear me? Me, I'm taking you to the hospital now..."

He Jingshuo thought of the big gash on Wei Junxing's waist yesterday, and panicked for a while. With such a big wound, and being exposed to rain again, it's no wonder his body can withstand such torture. It's no wonder he doesn't have a fever.

Wei Junxing, who thought he had woken up, felt in a daze that someone was pulling him, but his eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't open them anyway, his mind was in a mess, and he couldn't remember what happened afterwards.

He Jingshuo dragged him to get dressed, and walked out the door carrying someone on his back, but Wei Junxing, who looked thin, found it very difficult to carry him.

After finally pushing and dragging Wei Junxing into the car, He Jingshuo was already sweating profusely from exhaustion.

He helped Wei Junxing fasten his seat belt, and drove Wei Jun all the way to the People's Hospital of Ningbian City.

Fortunately, his father had shares in the hospital, and as soon as He Jingshuo's car was parked in the parking lot, someone came out to help him carry Wei Junxing into the hospital.

Another blood draw, another laboratory test, tossed all afternoon, and it was not until evening that Wei Junxing was settled in the ward.

He Jingshuo looked at Wei Junxing's eyes that were closed tightly from the beginning to the end, and felt inexplicably upset.

This person, this familiar feeling, all this seems strange but familiar, completely out of his control.

What exactly happened during that time?Why can't he remember?

If it is true as Wei Junxing said, then everything really happened, and it must have been during the time when he was in a coma. Zhang Tianshi said that he may or may not remember when he wakes up.