For a week, Zhuo Zhuo stayed with a few "strangers" and got a rough understanding of the situation in reality. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoA week later, Zhuo Zhuo returned to school. Perhaps because of the experience of sharing the stage with the goddess at the concert, he has accumulated a lot of popularity for himself, coupled with the original good nature of human beings, there are always students who come to the honor class to visit Zhuo Zhuo.

Occasionally, Zhuo Zhuo would meditate, hoping to recall the bits and pieces of the past. Sitting in the class, only the beautiful girl is familiar, the first time she woke up she was by the bedside, so it should be her good friend, by the way, there are several other people in the ward, it should be a school, look around, it seems that they are not in a class, it seems that they are not as good as their own learning, just understood, this class is an excellent class, all the top students are in this class, then there is no doubt that he is a good student, how good is it? It's a pity I can't remember.

The teacher on the podium was giving a lecture with teeth and claws, please forgive Zhuo Zhuo for using such a bad idiom to describe such a sacred profession, because he really couldn't understand it, and he still felt strange when he listened carefully and carefully. Zhuo Zhuo suspects that not only does he have amnesia, but he may also have a broken brain. The same table kept taking notes, but when he opened his notebook, it was clean, Zhuo Zhuo wondered, could it be that he was a transfer student, how could he not find the slightest trace of excellence?

"That," Zhuo Zhuo interrupted his tablemate's hard work, "Am I new?" How was it like to study in the class before? ”

The same table ignored him, but handed over a booklet, the cover of which reads "Garden School, First Year of High School, November Monthly Exam Transcript", ok, thank you, this is clear at a glance. Gently opened the booklet, the first page, the first place in the school year, it was written: Honor class, Dong Xiaoxiao, mathematics 100, Chinese 99, English 100...... I'll take it, it's almost a perfect score for Koko, Zhuo Zhuo is pleased, and he is a friend of this person, and he estimates that he is not far behind. Then go down, the second place in the school year, the honor class, Liu Xueying, mathematics 100, Chinese 98, English 100....It is also about the same full score, only a few points less than Dong Xiaoxiao, the same class, Zhuo Zhuo began to worry about whether the competitive pressure here is too great. Reading all the way, the first page ended, and his name did not appear in the top 50 of the grade, and Zhuo Zhuo was a little disappointed. Turning the second page, I looked and looked, and the top 100 in the grade couldn't find any trace of themselves, and the third page, still no! Zhuo Zhuo was disappointed, and the table reminded him at the right time, "Turning it from behind will save some time." Well, Zhuo Zhuo flipped through the booklet. There are only 20 people on the last page, and there is no doubt that this is certainly the 20 people who are the worst learners. No. 603, high school class 6, Du Xiaopeng, mathematics 36, Chinese 30, English 25..... failed the subject, the score was miserable, I wondered, the language only scored 30 points, eighty percent of the Chinese can't even speak Chinese clearly, thinking about Du Xiaopeng on the day of the ward, it does have some nonsense, it seems that this guy has not delayed his studies, Zhuo Zhuo shook his head, was about to turn the page forward, and suddenly found a familiar name, Hu Zhuozhuo, the honor class, ranked 623rd, enough to twist the ranking, from the back to see a lot simpler, First to last! Mathematics 30, Chinese 25..... how **** is this, 5 points less than Du Xiaopeng! Am I still Chinese? Zhuo Zhuo was heartbroken, and the other subjects took a look, yes, they were all "down-to-earth", and there was no bias.

The bell rang for the end of class, as if I was relieved from my memories. Zhuo Zhuo went out to go to the toilet, and bumped into Xiaopeng and Dong Xiaoxiao in the corridor, the two were talking something, Zhuo Zhuo lowered his head, and planned to walk past them silently.

"Where is this going" The arm was suddenly grabbed by Xiaopeng,

"Bathroom" Zhuo Zhuo said,

"I'll accompany you" Xiaopeng put his arm around Zhuo Zhuo's shoulder,

"No, no need," Zhuo Zhuo said and quickened his pace.

Looking at Zhuo Zhuo's back, the pace is so vigorous, and from the physical aspect alone, the recovery is quite good.

Zhuo Zhuo lowered his head and walked forward, and continued to think deeply, how could Dong Xiaoxiao and people like Du Xiaopeng mix together, and things gather people in groups, but these two people can't see any intersection. Could it be that Dong Xiaoxiao has the heart of "saving lives and helping the wounded", then it shouldn't be, saving 623 people must be more fulfilling than saving 603 people.

Back in the classroom, there was an extra note on the desk, Zhuo Zhuo opened it, "Welcome back, Liu Xueying", this name looks familiar, Zhuo Zhuo is in a trance, isn't this the second in the grade? Could it be that he and the first two of the school year have a leg? Sorry, that's a vulgar word. But from a realistic point of view, I must know them, this situation is quite good, Zhuo Zhuo is secretly happy, if Dong Xiaoxiao gives Du Xiaopeng the opportunity to recreate, then Liu Xueying is the hope of his own rebirth. So he immediately replied, "Take care of your studies in the future." Liu Xueying was startled when she saw the note, and she didn't react for a long time, but at this time, there was another note on the desk, "Okay?" Liu Xueying smiled after reading it, maybe Zhuo Zhuo's amnesia was a good thing for him. After a while, Zhuo Zhuo received a reply note, "Okay, you have to come on!" Zhuo Zhuo clutched the note tightly, feeling that his fighting spirit was high.

It was another recess, Zhuo Zhuo was about to work hard, and Yang Chao came to the class to find him.

"The recovery is good," Yang Chao said.

"It's basically normal, thank you," Zhuo Zhuo said,

"Hey," Yang Chao leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Are you really amnesia?" ”

"I really can't remember what happened before," Zhuo Zhuo said.

"Rub, don't forget that you still kicked my legs" Yang Chao pointed to his calves and said,

"Huh?" Zhuo Zhuo was surprised: "I used to be so violent? ”

"What are you holding in your hand?" Yang Chao asked,

"This? Class notes, borrowing classmates' "Zhuo Zhuo said,

Yang Chao nodded, you kid is always so lucky, I didn't understand the truth until the third year of high school, and you will understand it all when you lose a memory in your first year of high school.

Day after day, Zhuo Zhuo does not skip class, listens carefully in class, reviews carefully after class, and occasionally sticks to Liu Xueying to discuss problems in his spare time. Zhuo Zhuo already has a new life trajectory, but there is no trace of Ouyang and others on this trajectory. I don't know if the lost memory is bitter or sweet, maybe it takes away the happiness, maybe it hides the sadness, everything goes in a hurry, this moment, gone, no longer hesitating, chasing the direction of the future.