Life at the end of the semester is much easier than I imagined.

It should have been drowned in a sea of questions, dealing with exercises and textbooks day and night, and brushing the papers of previous years one class at a time for two days.

But this year's students are still so lazy and laid-back, as if the exam has nothing to do with everyone.

Anseong doesn't even know if this day will come.

However, after a few days of observation, he discovered one thing.

The new student named Ultramarine does not appear in the classroom at any other time except for a visit to physics class.

He wouldn't have paid attention to this, after all, he didn't even know who his classmates were. But Anseong paid special attention to her. Because Jiang Shuo was also a little surprised when he saw her, and told him privately that she was the customer he had discussed on the subway.

Her parents are both abroad, aren't they? Why would she lie?

Or did she lie to the nameless house?

Anseong is not clear. It's like he doesn't know what to hear in college physics class.

As soon as class starts, Anseong will reflexively doze off. The exam basically relied on assault, and he couldn't even remember what the teacher looked like in each class, and figuring out the gender was the limit.

However, he was a little impressed with the physics teacher.

A young professor. His hair was as light as wood, and the natural curls that were not easy to care for looked like they were not combed. Under the thick bangs, the dark brown eyes are scattered.

His eyesight was poor, and the lenses on the black resin frame looked like two thick glasses.

Xie Huaichen, it seems to be called this name. He wasn't so sure.

In fact, Ultramarines do only attend this subject. The rest of the time, she either soaked in the reading room or stayed in the school history museum.

She's been investigating something these days.

She knew she was acting boldly, but what she didn't expect was that there were people who did the same unreasonable things as her.

Ultramarine remembers when she first noticed her, and in retrospect, this classmate was just like her, frequenting these two places of knowledge and history.

It was a silent night.

There was an astronomical observation practice that night, which Ultramarines did not attend. She went to the empty teacher's office alone, and took advantage of the fact that there was no one around, and blatantly flipped through all kinds of files.

She flipped through a roster and roughly skimmed through it, it was a student. But she needed the teacher's information, so she put it aside and continued to rummage through it.

As she got up, she saw a hand on the roster.

It was impossible to say that she was not frightened, but she quickly regained her composure.

The owner of the hand is a classmate, and she has an impression on the photo of the roster just now.

This classmate has long hair with a slight yellow ribbon at the end, and bangs are lazily lying on his forehead. A pair of dull dark gray eyes were a little subtly dazed.

"Yuewange?" she asked softly, "didn't you go outdoors with everyone?" ”

At least she wasn't confused by the existence of ultramarine. She didn't seem surprised by the appearance of ultramarine, she just picked up the roster slowly and looked at the content even earlier.

"Don't you want to ask me what I'm doing?"

Ultramarine smiled calmly, and Yue Wange only glanced at her slightly.

"Like me, looking for someone. ”

"You seem to know everything. ”

"Hmm. ”

"There are very few girls in our class, and if you skip class like this, it will be easy to be discovered. Is that okay?"

"It's going to be fine. ”

Yue Wange put the roster in its original place.

Strangely, Ultramarine felt that she was not like a classmate she had never met, but like an old friend she had known for a long time. She looked at her carefully, Yue Wange didn't care, she still looked indifferent.

"This school ......"

After a brief silence, Yue Wange spoke.

"I can't find what we want in this school."

Ultramarines didn't know if they were talking about the same thing, but at least they were in the same direction. She felt that way.

"Do you know the password for a public computer? Maybe there's more detailed information on it. ”

"It's useless. Anything that can be recorded, it can't be. ”

Really.

- To be continued -