In the last row, the corpse of Shen Yan was waiting to greet his new tablemate...
All the noise and noise have nothing to do with him.
Four classes in the morning passed, and Ana Shen still showed no sign of waking up.
At noon, students rush to the space section to eat.
Ana Shen woke up leisurely, with the red marks on his face from sleep showing. His eyes were empty, stained with the confusion of just waking up, and his eyes blinked very slowly.
The yawn he was about to make suddenly stopped when his vision became clearer.
The young man in the field of vision was wearing a clean white school uniform, with clear eyebrows, a very cold appearance, and the moment the corners of his lips were raised, it seemed that everything had been overturned.
The boy in the backlight was reflected in his eyes.
At the same age, compared to Ana Shen's morbid beauty, the young man seemed to have the coldness engraved in his bones.
The whole body exudes a different atmosphere.
That face so close at hand is so unrealistic.
Ana Shen, who was in a daze, thought he was still in his dream and had not come out.
The cicada's cry cut off the tight string, and the illusory figure condensed into reality.
This face was not the first time Ana Shen had seen it.
In a copy of the game, his game friends attacked him in order to get his personal skills.
The attack was directed at Ana Shen, but it was Ana Shen's best partner who died.
What makes Ana Shen unbearable is that that person kept giving instructions to him until his death.
Therefore, Ana Shen hates betrayers and cannot tolerate any sand in his eyes.
This will be unbearable for Ana Shen in his whole life.
The face in front of him was almost a replica of his dead partner's appearance.
So detailed that Ana Shen couldn't tell the difference between dreams and reality.
After confirming that this was really happening, Ana Shen was confused for a moment.
He pursed his lips again and again, not knowing how to speak.
At this moment, the people around him saw that he was awake and showed a friendly smile: "Hello, my new deskmate, I am - Fu Qingyan."
"Fu Qingyan..."
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"Tsk, are you Ana Shen number 0329?"
"Oh, my number is 0627."
"Don't you have a name in the real world?"
"I'm an orphan - I don't have a name, I only know my surname is Fu."
"I'll give you a name, Fu Qingyan. What do you think?"
"Not bad, it's just him."
"Ana Shen, how about I go find you after the game?"
"welcome--"
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"Unfortunately, I can't seem to get out..."
Dust-laden memories flooded into her mind like a floodgate, and Ana Shen closed her eyes to prevent herself from thinking more.
Those memories seem to be engraved in the deepest part of my heart. Whenever I recall them, I will open up the old scars and close my eyes to recreate the scenes from those years.
That was the 'scar' that Ana Shen didn't want to remember again.
While Shen Yan was distracted, Fu Qingyan put down the pen he was holding, picked up the thermos cup on the table, and walked out of the class.
After forcibly regaining consciousness, Ana Shen's eyes returned to normal, and the people around him had already appeared outside the window.
He followed the opponent's figure, advancing bit by bit, calmness and reason prevailing.
But there is no such thing as saying that calming down can calm down.
Let me ask you, a person who suddenly appears is exactly the same as a person who has been confirmed to be dead, appears in front of you, even if your reason tells you that he may be fake and pretending.
However, you will always have a dispensable feeling of happiness in your heart, thinking happily: What if he is true...
If it's true...
If it's true......
How should Ana Shen face the other party...
Caught in a moment of thought, Ana Shen was at a loss to make a decision. He could not see any flaws in this 'fake' from his appearance. Sometimes, he felt that the man had really come back from the dead to come find him.
Looking at that face that couldn't be more real, Ana Shen thought for a moment that those words really came true:
"Ana Shen, I'm here to find you..."
Ana Shen, who didn't like leaving questions until tomorrow, stopped the new classmate named Fu Qingyan on his way back to the classroom after collecting water.
In the empty corridor, Ana Shen roughly pressed the person against the wall, blocking the way.
His eyes were full of inquiry, and his light-colored eyes looked at Fu Qingyan coldly.
Looking at each other, their pupils reflected each other's shadow.
This new classmate did not show much surprise at Shen Yan's sudden appearance. Instead, he smiled calmly and showed it to Shen Yan.
Exactly the same appearance, this kind of coincidence has zero chance of being believed by Ana Shen's suspicious character.
It is impossible to believe.
Even though there was no way to determine whether it was yes or no, Ana Shen still wanted to try.
"I'm only going to ask you this once -" Ana Shen approached her face from one side, stopped about 5cm away from the tip of the other person's nose, and asked softly: "What color is the Rose Galaxy?"
The Rose Galaxy was a scene in a dungeon that Ana Shen and that person had been to together. In the end, only the two of them survived in that dungeon, so only his real person knew the answer.
"Blue?" The statement was made in a questioning tone, and Fu Qingyan had a speculative look on his face. It was hard to tell that he had seen or heard of 'Galaxy of Roses' before.
Wrong, not blue.
Wrong answer. Shen Yan's breathing was stagnant, but he quickly adjusted it, and slowly relaxed his body, feeling happy and disappointed.
He lowered his eyes, restrained himself from confirming again, and lowered his eyes lonely.
Without bias, a string of light brown bracelets broke into sight.
Ana Shen was stunned, and there were only a bunch of familiar objects left wherever he could reach.
She suddenly grabbed the wrist of the person in front of her, and twisted the skewer on the other person's wrist. The scent of sandalwood lingered in her breath. Shen Yan looked directly into the other person's eyes again, and said in a lowered voice: "This skewer is for you." Where did it come from?”
"Why do you have such a bracelet." Counterfeit...
"If you are him, then why don't you know the color of the Rose Galaxy?"
Faced with repeated questions, the young man smoothed the slightly raised corners of his lips, and his voice was colder than Ana Shen's.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, with a small crescent moon on the corner of his lips, and looked back calmly: "Classmate, there are bracelets like this on the street."
Ana Shen snorted coldly at such clumsy wording.
He pressed one of the scratched black beads and said with an almost certain tone: "Is this bead with such a flaw common on the street?"
"Round scratch, what a coincidence. I happened to give the same style of bracelet to a friend once." Shen Yan paused silently for a second when he mentioned who it was, and then continued: "What a coincidence, Even your marks are the same."
"So - Fu Qingyan, if you are him, why don't you dare - to recognize me?"
"Still, what's your problem?"
"No - you admitted it wrong." Fu Qingyan curled his index finger and leaned his back tightly against the wall, not looking into Ana Shen's eyes.
As time ticked by, several girls who had finished their lunch chatted quietly from a distance, praising how handsome the new classmate was.
It's literally on the top of their hearts.
Let them smile in unison.
What they didn't expect was that when they came back a little early, they could actually see the scene of two very handsome people interacting.
Not daring to disturb the two people in the aisle, they had no choice but to watch secretly.
It's really eye-catching, is there any...
