Ning Su opened his eyes wide, listening to the deep and fast heartbeat, stared at him blankly.

He was really a little bored at first.

Last night, Ling Xiao said that it's okay if the memory is gone.

He is also in his memory.

It's okay to forget him.

Only then did Ning Su know that he didn't want Ling Xiao to forget him.

Ling Xiao forgot about him, even if he saw him again, he might not be able to live with him anymore.

What's more, it is possible that Ling Xiao will not be able to see him after he forgets him, and he may be taken away by the system when he loses his memory.

He had a hard time finding him.

But after hearing Ling Xiao's words, the suffocation in his chest was completely dispelled by the heavy and fast heartbeat.

The hearts of the two were beating together, and the heavy feeling filled the chest cavity, warm and restless.

Ning Su held his hand tightly, as if grasping the treasure he wanted most, and looked at him with pursed lips, "Don't worry, if it eats your memory, I will swallow it."

Ling Xiao looked at him and gave a low laugh.

The morning light at eight o'clock in the morning fell on half of his brows and eyes, and the light entered into the deep and chaotic eyes, clearly reflecting him in the eyes.

Ning Su watched him raise his head with a smile, and reached out to untie the tie around his neck.

Qingyi Middle School's black school uniform tie was originally a casual style, and it was loosely tied. With a light tug of cold white and slender fingers, it was deftly untied.

After the tie was ripped off, the baggy became the neckline.

The protruding Adam's apple that moves slightly from the neck extends down to the clear collarbone, and the loose white shirt supports clear and straight shoulder lines.

Then, he began to untie Ning Su's school uniform tie.

The strong finger bones rested on his collarbone, moving slightly with the movement of undoing the tie.

Ning Su didn't know if the heat there was transmitted from his fingers, or caused by friction, or something else.

He stared blankly at Ling Xiao's swaying neck, because the neckline was loose all the way down, the neck looked longer, and under the cold white skin, blood vessels were faintly visible.

Ning Su swallowed, it must be delicious.

The hand that was untying his tie froze and did not move for a long time.

Qingyi Middle School has professionals in charge of sanitation. There is no unpleasant smell in the bathroom. The lemon fragrance of the air cleaner can't suppress the smell of green grass and trees.

In the small space, the green and astringent taste of the vegetation is less astringent and more mellow due to the temperature.

The sound of hurried footsteps in the bathroom is near and far, and the sound of breathing suddenly penetrates into the ears in the silence.

Ning Su moved his neck uncomfortably, the black tie was pulled by his neck, and a section slipped out between Ling Xiao's thumb and index finger.

Both stared there for a few seconds.

Ning Su asked in a low voice, "Why do we need to take off our clothes?"

The boy's voice was hoarse and soft because of the depression.

Ling Xiao suddenly clenched his tie tightly, and said in a deep voice, "It's not undressing."

"That"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

"Okay, you guys are still taking off your clothes inside! Come out for me!!"

I don't know when the class bell rang, but neither of them heard it.

The two people who didn't go to class stayed in the same compartment of the bathroom, and were caught by the teacher of the Political and Education Office, with their collars open and their clothes disheveled.

Everyone gets their booty.

The high-heeled female teacher in the Political and Education Office pointed at them angrily, "I knew you two had problems!"

Ning Su blinked, "Girls can go to the bathroom together, so can we."

The female teacher was going to be **** off by him, "Should the girls go to the bathroom together, go to the same cubicle, and take off their clothes together?"

Ning Su: "..."

Ning Su looked at Ling Xiao, "Teacher, ask him."

Ling Xiao who was holding two ties: "..."

Ling Xiao: "I told you, it's not about taking off your clothes."

"What is that doing?"

Ling Xiao: "Correct your clothes."

Teacher: "Do you think we are stupid?"

Ning Su: "Why don't you go and watch the monitoring, teacher, we really didn't do anything."

The teacher was about to be laughed out of anger, "Where is the school so perverted, and there are surveillance cameras in the bathroom?"

Ning Su was surprised, "Our school didn't pretend?"

teacher:""

The teacher's chest rose and fell rapidly, and after a while, he suddenly showed a sinister smile, "Whether you did it or not, hanging out in the bathroom during class is a violation of school rules, so go to Xuesitang to write a review."

Ning Su was taken aback.

The male teacher next to the female teacher hurriedly said to her: "Director, student Ning Su got the 16th grade in the basic test and got a full score in mathematics. He is a good seed."

Another teacher also said: "Yes, both ties are in Ling Xiao's hands. Ning Su is a good student and good at studying. Ling Xiao must have dragged him into the bathroom to take off his clothes."

The director of politics and education nodded, "In this case, let Ling Xiao write the self-criticism alone."

Ling Xiao: "Okay, let me use the bathroom first."

The female teacher looked at him suspiciously, and went out angrily.

There was no one else in the bathroom, and the two stood in front of the sink.

Ling Xiao stood in front of Ning Su, hanging slightly, and tied Ning Su's tie.

Ning Su looked down and saw the gray embroidery on the tie, and suddenly understood why he did this.

The embroidery on the school uniform and tie of Qingyi Middle School, in addition to the English name of the school, also has the names of each student.

The small pinyin of the name is not obvious on the edge of the big school name.

Ling Xiao's name was embroidered on the tie Ling Xiao tied for him.

The tie was around his neck, passed through his collar, and folded just below his neck.

Ling Xiao looked there seriously with his head down, and tied the knot for him to tighten.

Then, he took Ning Su's tie and tied it around his neck.

"This is our code for amnesia."

Ning Su went back to class alone.

The first class in the morning was math class. Even though he was late, the math teacher didn't say anything to him, and told him to sit down quickly with a smile.

Ning Su sat and listened to the class for a while, then turned to look at Zhou Xiang.

Zhou Xiang didn't attend the class, he was lying on the table and writing something.

He might be writing Lu Yue's name.

Ning Su reached into the table hole and touched Wang Zhiqiu's name.

Wang Zhiqiu carved his name in the table hole.

Xia Mengyu wrote the names of himself and his family on the draft paper.

Zhou Xiang wrote Lu Yue's name on the inside of his school uniform shirt.

He looked down at the tie on the white shirt, Ling Xiao's name was on the inner corner.

After class, Ling Xiao's deskmate Zhong Huiling asked Ning Su: "Hey? What happened to my deskmate? Why didn't you come to class?"

Ning Su didn't know what to tell her.

Could it be that they were caught by the director of politics and education when they untied their ties in the bathroom?

Although he didn't say anything, the scene of Ling Xiao holding a black tie embroidered with "ningsu" and tying it around his neck naturally broke into his mind again.

At that time, he was standing in front of the sink, with the window behind him.

When the backlight raised his hand to tie his tie, the school uniform shirt was pulled upwards, and the vertical folds outlined his thin waist with light.

Ning Su looked up and saw that the tie with his name had been tied around his neck.

It seems to have some special meaning.

But his eyes are calm and natural.

"What are you thinking?"

Where his gaze fell, he was tapped by two long fingers.

Ning Su came back to his senses, looked up and saw Ling Xiao was standing by the desk, he didn't know when he would come back.

Zhong Huiling: "I was just asking Ning Su where you went?"

Ling Xiao let out an "ah" and glanced at Ning Su, "Tell me."

Ning Su scratched his ears.

"Huh? At the same table, you seem to be a little different." Zhong Huiling said.

Ning Su's heart tightened, and he quickly looked up at him.

"What's different?" Zhong Huiling stared at the boy who was watched by many girls in the class, and opened his eyes wide, "It's a tie!"

"At the same table, you used to wear a tie very casually, as did the morning reading class. Why are you wearing it so neatly now?"

Ning Su's heart skipped a beat.

Ling Xiao glanced at him again, quickly retracted his gaze, and tugged at the corner of the tie, "I don't know, subconsciously think it's more serious."

Zhong Huiling seemed to understand but half understood, "Very good."

Ning Su: "..."

Ning Su turned around silently.

Ling Xiao returned to his seat.

Zhong Huiling asked him: "At the same table, where did you go last class?"

Ling Xiao: "I went to write a self-criticism, and nothing happened."

Ning Su felt relieved.

"Oh." Zhong Huiling asked, "Did you make a mistake?"

Ling Xiao: "I didn't do anything wrong."

Ning Su nodded while writing.

He heard a familiar smile, and when he was about to turn his head, he saw the cold face of his deskmate Tang Yichen.

Tang Yichen glanced at him, then lowered his head, looking at the answer sheet of the Chinese test paper in his hand.

Soon the class bell rang, and the next class was Chinese.

This was the first Chinese class after the results came out, and the Chinese teacher asked Tang Yichen to stand up as soon as he came in.

Standing on the podium, he looked at Tang Yichen with vicious hatred on his face, "Tang Yichen, how could I be sorry to you? How could you treat me like this!"

"Come, come, let's take a look at the Chinese test paper of the number one in our previous grade, and see how he passed the Chinese test."

A light screen appeared on the right side of the podium, on which was Tang Yichen's Chinese answer sheet.

This world is more technologically advanced than theirs, as can be seen from the tablet that Ning Su got that can automatically cast the screen.

Even on a sunny day, a light screen with a clarity comparable to that of a movie theater can be cast beside the podium at any time.

Tang Yichen's answer sheet was displayed in front of the whole class without any dead ends.

It's no wonder that the Chinese teacher was so angry. He made a lot of mistakes in the previous objective questions, and many of them were very simple questions, which did not meet the level of the first in his previous grade.

He may have been wrong on purpose.

Ning Su suddenly thought of what he said to himself in Xuesitang, not only poor students would go to Xuesitang to reflect, but students with very good grades would also go to Xuesitang to receive the principal's commendation.

Is this the reason?

"Talk to me, why on earth are you? You wolf-hearted, ungrateful bastard!"

The Chinese teacher scolded until his pupils were black and the whites of his eyes could not be seen. He came down from the podium with a cold breath, and slapped Tang Yichen's face with the lesson plan.

He was becoming less and less human, and he cursed loudly, "A first grader who passed the exam like this, and has regressed so much, how can you still have the nerve to sit here? Why don't you die!"

The whole class bowed their heads, not daring to make a sound, not even daring to look at the teacher.

"Gudong"

Ning Su was taken aback and raised his head.

The sound only rang once, but I couldn't find where it was.

No matter how the teacher scolded, Tang Yichen didn't speak.

His face was already flushed, and he still looked indifferent.

"Go to the back of the classroom and stand and listen to the class!"

Tang Yichen took the textbook and the test paper and walked to the back in a muffled voice.

The teacher put away the expression on his face, smiled and said to Ning Su: "It didn't affect Ning Su, did it? Ning Su did very well in the basic test. It's not easy to get more than 140 in the Chinese test."

Ning Su only felt that his smile was scary.

Nothing happened in their class in the morning.

Because there is a lunch break, the lunch time is longer than the breakfast time, with two hours.

But very few players take a lunch break. They are all racing against time to study, even harder than when they were in the third year of high school.

Can you not fight?

Back then, if you didn't pass the college entrance examination, you just didn't go to college. Here, if you didn't pass the college entrance examination, you would die!

Ning Su was not idle after dinner, he was doing math for Shi Tianshu.

Shi Tianshu is the opposite of Ling Xiao. She has lived abroad for a long time, and her English is very good. Her shortcoming is high school mathematics, which she has never studied.

Ning Su has experience in tutoring, and tutoring is easy.

Shi Tianshu's IQ is high, she is smart and serious, and she learns very quickly.

Seeing that he couldn't get in, Ning Changfeng said to Ling Xiao: "Then let me tutor you in English. Have you finished memorizing your primary school vocabulary?"

Ling Xiao: "..."

Because they are all in different classes, they are not in the classroom, but on the long table in the cafeteria.

You don't have to be afraid of disturbing others' rest, it's very convenient to counsel in pairs.

At the next table, Lu Yue met Zhou Xiang and said, "You're not good at math, so I'll help you with math too?"

Ning Su stopped writing, and glanced over there calmly.

Panic flashed across Zhou Xiang's eyes, and he quickly covered it up with a smile. He tightly held the corner of the blue chair in the dining room, and said, "No need, you can sleep for a while, I will recite Chinese for a while."

Seeing that Lu Yue's smile was restrained, he looked at Lu Yue deeply, and said to him: "Although you were not in the bottom 100 in the last test, you were only 6 points away from 100. You must, you must! Study hard, or else, or..."

His words stuck.

Ning Su caught a glimpse of his eyes looking at Lu Yue, so deep that he could see the light of water.

Lu Yue asked him with a smile: "What else?"

Zhou Xiang opened his mouth, and a trace of bewilderment and panic flashed in his eyes.

"Otherwise, don't worry," he said finally.

Lu Yue smiled and said: "I see, I only slept for four hours last night, I slept on my stomach for a while and then got up to study."

Ning Su clenched his pen and continued writing.

Zhou Xiang looked at Ning Su several times.

Ning Su handed Shi Tianshu a summary of one type of question and said, "I'm going to the bathroom."

Ning Su waited only a minute at the bathroom door outside the restaurant before Zhou Xiang came out.

"After dinner in the morning, don't you even remember the dungeon you downloaded?" Ning Su asked as he walked towards the lake next to him.

"In the morning, the content of that dungeon was very vague, but I still remember Lu Yue in the dungeon."

Zhou Xiang kept up with Ning Su, wondering if the incomplete and fuzzy memory had affected his brain, and he was a little unsteady when he walked.

He said in the morning, obviously now it's different again.

He held on to a tree trunk, his face was terrified and sad, and from time to time he felt dazed due to recollection, "Just now, for a moment, I even forgot the rules of our dungeon."

Ning Su knows.

What he originally wanted to say should be, otherwise, the next test will become the bottom 100 and he will enter the small dark room or something.

But he was stuck, he only said to Lu Yue in general, otherwise he would not feel at ease.

He handed a notebook to Ning Su, "Sorry, I was originally a good research subject, but because of my selfishness, I don't want to disclose it, and I lost a lot of clues."

He forced his voice to be calm, but still leaked a trace of sadness, "Ning Su, I feel like I'm going to die soon."

He said sadly: "I may soon forget everything and become an empty shell. I almost didn't recognize you at the bathroom door just now."

"I'm afraid it's too late, so hurry up and show you this notebook. It records all my changes. As long as I still have human consciousness, I will continue to record it."

Ning Su opened the notebook.

Zhou Xiang said: "On this, there are also what I wrote down, which is a very good memory for me."

He whispered, beggingly: "Ning Su, I don't want them to disappear in this world, can you help me remember?"

When he was about to lose his memory, Zhou Xiang realized that a large part of life is composed of memories, bitter, sweet, sad, and beautiful.

Some memories, like the fruits of life, are the "children" of life. After they "death", they are reluctant to disappear in the world.

"Someone remembers, they don't disappear, at least there is a place to store them."

Zhou Xiang wiped his face and laughed so hard that he almost shed tears, "Actually, I have forgotten many things recorded above."

Ning Su pursed his lips and turned to the back, half of the page was pinyin, and there were pictures instead of words

He has forgotten how to write many words.

Ning Su looked back several times this morning, only to see him lying on the table writing something.

He's writing this without looking up.

It was as if he was racing against a memory-eating monster, desperately trying to write down the memories he wanted to keep.

But gradually it failed, and he even forgot how to write many characters.

With the disappearance of knowledge and skill memory, his IQ and thinking ability are also declining. He doesn't know how to describe the feeling of coming out of the dungeon with Lu Yue.

He looked up blankly at the sunlight outside the window, squinted his eyes, and drew a bright sun on the notebook where he got stuck.

The more backward, the less smooth, the more pinyin and pictures.

The Chinese characters on the previous page will become pinyin on the next page.

But from beginning to end, there are two words he wrote smoothly and firmly.

Lu Yue.

Ning Su: "You don't say it, because you are afraid that Lu Yue will know, why don't you tell him?"

Zhou Xiang: "Don't let him know, I'm afraid..."

He didn't say what he was afraid of, maybe he was too afraid.

Zhou Xiang: "Just let me have a normal image in his heart for one more day. At least when I am still conscious and can remember his appearance, what I see in his eyes is not a silly shell."

"Actually, at the moment when I almost didn't recognize you, I was very scared. I was afraid that I would not even recognize Lu Yue."

"The person I like so much, but I don't know him anymore, I might as well die."

"But I can't die, I definitely can't die, I have to hold on, no matter what I become..."

Ning Su turned the notebook to the front.

[Three hours since the first memory loss: I forgot everything I memorized last night, and I also forgot the English words I had memorized in my mind before. ]

[It is to lose intellectual memory first, starting from the most shallow one. ]

[Four hours: I can't understand the textbooks anymore, only the Chinese textbooks can be understood, as long as I lower my head and don't look into the teacher's eyes, the teacher won't notice. ]

[Five hours: I started to lose the memory before entering the game base, I forgot my former friends and classmates, but I still remember my parents. ]

[Maybe starting from the shallowest in memory, it can also be said to start from the least important. ]

[Six hours: After entering the game base, my memory also began to blur, like a layer of blurred fog, I almost forgot to enter the first copy of the game, maybe it was called "Snake Xie"? ]

[Seven hours: I slept for a while, as if my memory had faded a bit, and I couldn't remember the players in this game who didn't say hello. ]

[Eight hours: I can't write some characters at the beginning, and I still know but xie and can't come out. ]

[Chen, I still remember, add a little bit of the feeling of losing memory, at the beginning there was only fu covered with a thin layer of mosaic, as long as you work hard or someone mentions it, you can still remember it, if it is very important at this time Yes, you must write it down with a pen, otherwise the masaik will be picked up by the pouch immediately. ]

Zhou Xiang said that as long as he is still conscious, he will definitely record his situation in this notebook and show them.

When they walked back from the lake, Ning Su felt that there was no need to give him the notebook.

He probably won't remember.

When leading him to the dining room, Ning Su still stuffed the palm-sized notebook into the pocket of his school trousers.

"This is your very important and precious thing." Ning Su said to him.

Zhou Xiang opened his mouth blankly, and nodded like an older child, "Ah!"

Many players in the restaurant were still studying nervously. As soon as they entered, Lu Yue looked up.

A bright smile immediately appeared on Zhou Xiang's face: "Lu Yue!"

[The dungeon I played with Lu Yue for the first time was a real role-playing dungeon. ]

[How realistic is it that we are all children living in orphanages, waiting to be adopted, not only our bodies have become children, but our minds and emotions have also become four or five years old. ]

[Looking back now, that is my real four-year-old, which is even more vivid in my memory at this moment than my real four-year-old. ]

[In the dungeon, those who adopted us were all devils, they would torture and kill us at midnight, our four children were adopted by a middle-aged couple who lived in a villa. ]

[In order to avoid the final massacre, the kind maid hid me in the washing machine drum. ]

[After the lid of the washing machine was closed, it was very dark inside, surrounded by dirty clothes and sticky laundry detergent. ]

[The maid seems to have forgotten me, she doesn't know where she went, maybe she escaped. ]

[I stayed inside the whole time, getting more and more afraid. ]

[Listening to the approaching footsteps, I am afraid that I will be discovered, and I am afraid that someone will start the washing machine. ]

[Listening to the sound of them running out and closing the door, I panicked, I felt like they had all run away, leaving me alone in that horrible villa. ]

[In the dark and narrow washing machine drum, I hugged my knees tightly, becoming more and more frightened and desperate, with tears dripping on the back of my hands. ]

[A voice approaches again, and I bury my head in my knees tremblingly. ]

[There is the sound of a stool moving, as if someone is picking up a stool and walking towards this side, approaching step by step. ]

[The footsteps stop next to the washing machine. ]

[The washing machine door is thrown open. ]

[I raised my head in despair, waiting for the terrifying and bloodthirsty smiling face of the devil adoptive father. ]

[In the blurred halo, I see four-year-old Lu Yue is smiling and stretching out his hands to me. ]

[Sunlight shines into the dark washing machine drum from behind him, and he smiles with his eyes bent into crescent moons, like a gentle little angel. ]

[Is this what happened when I was four years old? ]