In the early morning, the first rays of sunlight penetrated into Lifeng's room, imprinted on Lifeng, who was lying on the big bed, and on the small clouds on him.

"Smack!"

There was a wet pain on Lifeng's face.

He frowned, grabbed his big hand, and opened his eyes, intent on what had "attacked" him.

After seeing what it was, he chuckled, and his peach blossom eyes were shining: "Play again, sleep under the bed."

Xiao Yuntuan was firmly grasped by Lifeng, desperately kicking the small round legs the size of small pearls, waving small round hands as big as red beans to express his dissatisfaction with Lifeng.

Lifeng teased it for a while, then got up and went to the bathroom to wash.

The white toothpaste foam smeared his mouth.

The rich mint smell stimulated his nasal passages and brain, making him sober up a lot.

His eyes drooped slightly, and his long eyelashes hid the emotions in his eyes.

Ever since that dream, several huge doubts have been haunting him.

Has his memory been tampered with?

If yes, then why did he tamper with his memory?

What are the secrets of his childhood memories?

Also, why did he arrest the spicy chicken?

*

After taking a long vacation, I am finally going back to campus today.

He stuffed the small cloud into the bottom of his bag to keep it out of sight.

Now Lifeng is also a star, and it is quite popular.

And it's the kind where black is bigger than red!

There are only 20,000 or 30,000 loyal fans, and there are already more than 200,000 black fans!

So much so that when I went to school today, many people pointed fingers at him.

It's even more so in the classroom.

And Lifeng completely ignored it, wearing white Xiaomi headphones, and fell asleep in the crook of his arm with a "plop".

Xiao Yuntuan kept adding fists and feet to Lifeng in the black schoolbag, and then he got tired and sat on the book with a "snap".

After about a minute, he tilted his head and fell asleep with a "chirp".

Just when Yiyun was sleeping soundly, Yang Zhihuan walked in with red high heels.

The originally noisy classroom was so quiet that you could hear the sound of a needle falling on the ground.

Yang Zhihuan habitually glanced around the classroom and cleared her throat, "Next, I will introduce you to a new classmate, from now on, she will be a member of our class, everyone should get along well and help her a lot, you know?"

"Got it—" the classmates replied in unison.

Some of the students kept looking at the door of the classroom, wondering what the new student looked like, whether he was male or female.

"New classmate, come in."

Almost the whole class stared at the classroom door with their eyes wide open.

A tall and slender girl, dressed fresh and beautiful, walked onto the podium.

Facing everyone, she raised a beautiful smile like a gardenia: "Hello everyone, my name is Liang Yiwei, Liang who lingers around the beam, the memory of memories, the Wei of Rose, please take care of me."

With that, she bowed.

There was a round of applause from the audience, and the boys in the class couldn't help but whistle.

Yang Zhihuan glared at the boys, then turned her head and said softly to Liang Yiwei: "Yiwei, you can sit next to the seal."

The boys in the audience were restless and let out a voice of dissatisfaction.

Liang Yiwei nodded, turned her head to look at her classmates, and her eyes wandered around, trying to find the boy named Lifeng.

"Off the seal!" Yang Zhihuan frowned and looked at the young man sleeping on the table with dissatisfaction.

Lifeng was already awake when Liang Yiwei began to introduce herself.

Hearing Yang Zhihuan call himself, he raised his head from the crook of his arm, and his dark and deep ice eyes just met Liang Yiwei's clear and beautiful big eyes.