"Are you Wen Jiajia?"

"No, I'm not. My name is Roccol. ”

"You are Wen Jiajia."

"I said it all, I'm not, why are you pestering people like this."

Roccol dodged another classmate's questioning.

Dongfang Tuo took his eyes off the book and looked at Roccol, this familiar face, although it made his heart pound, but he has been trying his best to restrain his feelings. If she is not Wen Jiajia, how can she like two people.

Yuexia was passing by the door of class zero, and Luo Keer ran out like a rabbit: "Teacher Yue, I went to the office to look for you just now, you are not there......"

"Oh?" Yuexia stopped and stared at this familiar and unfamiliar face with interest, "Rocquel, is there something wrong with you?" ”

"Teacher Yue, there is something that may require the consent of you and the dean of students. I want to be an assistant to the teachers, in other classes, listening to the lessons and helping the teachers. ”

"But what about your own class?"

"I have my own way, Teacher Yue, let's go find the dean of teaching."

"Okay, but the dean is very fierce, she will definitely refuse your proposal."

Roccol and Yuexia walked towards the dean's office together.

During the lively lunch break, some of the students in the corridor were reading, some were making a fuss, and some were flirting.

The two gentle figures ran to the fifth floor of the east side of the teaching building.

"Takemiqiao, hurry up. It's so slow. ”

"Chao Xiyan, you ghost girl, dare to laugh at me."

"Yesterday, I heard the music and came to check it, and there is a place called the Confessional Hall near here, which is very interesting, but I don't dare to go in alone."

The two finally came to the front of the confessional church.

Zhu Miqiao turned sideways disdainfully, leaned against the opposite wall, took apart the lollipop given by Chao Xiyan, and held it in her mouth.

Chao Xiyan plucked up his courage, crossed his heels, supported the wall with one hand, and gently turned the doorknob to open the door a crack. There were three rows of white chairs in the room, a huge cross at the front, and a piano and violin beside it.

In front of the cross, there stood two men, one taller and the other shorter. The two men were dressed in black robes, with black hoods and scarves covering their faces, revealing only their eyes. Their eyes seemed to have a bright light, and people did not dare to look at them.

"Excuse me, is this a church?" Chao Xiyan poked his head in and asked softly.

A soft voice came from the tall man's viscarf: "You can think of this as a church or as something else. There is no God here, only your sinful heart. Repent! After repentance, you will understand what is called sin in your own heart, and you will become madly obsessed with it. Immerse yourself in this sin and have no regrets for the rest of your life, even if you end up in hell. Because, all desires and malices are only related to yourself, not to others. No one else can take away your body, let alone your soul. Your destiny is in your own hands. ”

"Wow, that's cool!" Chao Xiyan's face showed a glint of admiration, clapping his hands, and couldn't help but admire.

She took the hand of the girl opposite: "Zhu Meiqiao, let's go in and have a look." ”

Zhu Meiqiao leaned against the wall, reluctant to leave, pouted, and her expression was very refusal: "Forget it, this kind of strange place, if you want to enter, I won't go." ”

At this time, her eyes were facing the eyes of the tall man, and those eyes were full of a strange red light, as if the desire for hatred was burning.

Zhu Meiqiao was taken aback, took her companion's hand and ran: "There are ghosts!" Come on! ”

"Oh, what are you doing?" Chao Xiyan shook off Zhu Meiqiao's hand, "As for it?" What is there to be afraid of. It's just a student, too. ”

"Okay, that's what you said, they're just students, since you're not afraid, then you can go back by yourself."

"Zhu Meiqiao, what are you doing, I'm also angry, then, since you don't accompany me inside, I won't go either." Chao Xiyan turned sideways, slightly unhappy.

"Okay, it's half past twelve now, and if you don't practice dancing, you're going to class. This competition, we must win the award, it is already October, if the autumn competition at the end of the month can not win, we will lose the opportunity to push the dream of the art university. ”

"Hmph, we're a pas de deux, you little short legs, don't drag me down." Chao Xiyan raised his face, and his nostrils were deliberately aimed at Zhu Meiqiao, pretending to be joking.

Takemiqiao paused and forced a smile.

"What's wrong with you? Why don't you talk all of a sudden? It's not like your style. Every time I joke with you, you laugh at me again. You're weird today. Forget it, hurry up, you weren't in a hurry to practice just now. He ran downstairs in a hurry.

Zhu Miqiao looked at Chao Xiyan's back, her eyes shot with hatred, her fists clenched, and her nails were stuck deep in her flesh.

"You are tall and you dance better than me, and you taunt me everywhere. There is only one place to push, I will definitely not give it to you, I must become an alumnus with Dole, I want to get closer and closer to Dole. All obstacles should be eclipsed in front of me. ”

She threw the lollipop in the trash, randomly gave a fake smile, and shouted, "I'm coming, morning and sunset, wait for me." ”

After practicing for a lunch break and wiping the thin sweat on her face, Zhu Meiqiao walked back to the classroom of the ninth class of the second year of high school and collapsed directly on the chair.

No matter how bitter or tired she is, she is not afraid, she just wants to get close to the person she admires the most, and that is Dole. Dole was too dazzling, like a god in her heart, and she wanted to get closer to the man, a little closer.

There was a desire gacha machine before, and it was possible to help her fulfill her wish, but the dean of education had already ordered her to use the desire gacha machine to be expelled from school. I can only rely on hard work.

The bell rang for the first period of the afternoon.

Luo Keer held her homework, followed Teacher Mu, and entered the ninth class together.

Zhu Meiqiao glanced at Luo Keer and thought: Why didn't I pay attention to it before, our school still needs such a temperamental female classmate, who is she?

Teacher Mu glanced at the classroom, it was messy, and some students were still playing and did not return to their seats. She was a little angry: "It's class!" ”

"Stand up," Takemiqiao shouted.

The class stood up: "Hello teacher." ”

"Okay, sit down. Before the class, I would like to introduce you to a person, this is a classmate from Class Zero, who recommended himself to be my assistant. Everyone is welcome. ”

The class was silent.

"Teacher, doesn't Roccol's classmates need to go to class?" A classmate questioned.

"In this class, Class 0 is an ancient literature class, and Rocques is doing well in ancient literature, so he doesn't need to listen to the class. Whenever there was a classical Chinese class in class zero, she would come to us at random to be an assistant to other teachers. ”

"Do you have any questions?" Teacher Mu frowned, looking impatient.

The students below shook their heads.

“OK, let’s begin our class. Put your book to page 41…”

Zhu Meiqiao is cute, and she dances well, so she is also a small figure in school. But since this Roccol appeared in the classroom, the eyes of some boys in the class have never left her. There are even some students who don't usually study much, sitting up straight, forcing themselves to listen carefully, as if they want to show themselves in front of Rocques.

"Hmph, a bunch of boring people." Zhu Meiqiao secretly complained.

But Zhu Miqiao didn't know why, she wasn't jealous at all, and even, she wasn't envious at all.

As she was wandering, her eyes snapped into Roccol's eyes.

Roccol's long eyelashes flickered, and her eyes seemed to glow, and she squeezed her eyes as if to remind her to pay attention to the lecture.

Takemiqiao was taken aback by this sudden situation, she looked away in a panic, flipped through the book randomly, and unconsciously turned to page 41. This Roccol looks weak overall, but her eyes are so strong, what a weirdo.

At this time, in the zero shift, Yuexia sat in front of the podium, supporting her face with one hand, rubbing her books with the other, still pouting.

"Turning to lesson 10, today we will talk about poetry."

She glanced at Roccol's empty seat and felt so sad that she wanted to cry.

"Teacher Yue, Luo Keer hasn't arrived yet." Dongfang Tuto raised his hand.

"Don't worry about her, she will be an assistant to other teachers, and she will never have to take my ancient Chinese class again." Yuexia slowly slid down from her seat until the top of her head was level with the book that was erected, and buried her head in the book.

"......" The class was silent for a minute.

Dongfang Tuo saw that Yuexia couldn't keep up his spirits, and he didn't give lectures, so he wanted to comfort but couldn't talk about it, so he simply asked: "Teacher, how did Luo Keer persuade the teaching director to agree?" ”

The dean of education asked her what capital she had, and she immediately made a set of college ancient Chinese exam questions on the Internet, with a full score of 100 points, and she scored 93 points...... "Yuexia was about to cry, "I can only score 81 points......"

The whole class looked at Yuexia like a resentful woman, and they were all ashamed.

Dongfang Tuo thought to himself: Wen Jiajia's previous ancient literature was very powerful, and he won the first place every time, this Luo Keer is also very good at ancient literature? Is there such a coincidence?

After class, Roccol returned to class zero.

"Hey, Roccol, what flowers do you like?" Dongfang Tuo was worried that Luo Keer would disappear again, so he hurriedly tried it.

Roccol looked back: "Such a strange question. I like cherry blossoms the most, what's wrong? ”

Dongfang Tuo's heart trembled, but he tried not to show his feelings: "Why do you like cherry blossoms?" ”

"Because, the cherry blossoms have worked hard all their lives to bloom, but when they bloom at their best, they choose to wither. Dropping means sacrifice. She can give up her life for the sake of others for the sake of faith, in the best of years, when her state is at its peak. Such a flower, how not to be admired. As Roccol spoke, there seemed to be stars twinkling in his eyes.

Dongfang Tuo was stunned, it was her, it was her, she was Wen Jiajia.

recalled that when the first year of high school started, at noon that day, Wen Jiajia stood under the cherry blossom tree, jumping ecstatically. Dongfang Tuo quipped on the side: "You are in high school, how can you act like a primary school student?" ”

That day, Wen Jiajia's answer was exactly the same as what Luo Keer said at this moment.

The two of them, Roccol and Wen Jiajia, are the same person!

However, why did Wen Jiajia change her name to Rockel? Why didn't she seem to know herself?

"Dongfang-san? Oriental classmates? Luo Keer took the paper fan and fanned it in front of Dongfang Tuo, waking him up from his thoughts.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you asking me this question if you haven't answered me yet? ”

"Uh...... Nothing, just curiosity. ”

"Strange." Roccol sat down in his seat and ignored him.

Dongfang Tuo made up his mind that he must find evidence. He stared at the back of his sweetheart and thought: Wait until I find the evidence, see how you still quibble.