On October 2nd, Shi Zuocai came to Xiaoguang Middle School with sleepy eyes, preparing to participate in the entrance ceremony of the new semester.

Everything that happened yesterday was like a strange dream, and he never lacked a sense of reality that his sub-personality had ruined the lives of two people again in three days.

After all, demons are demons, and he is him. They are two very different people.

But the good thing is that reality is better than dreams.

The reason why Shi Zuocai had such thoughts was because he finally got his wish and returned to a peaceful daily life.

It's all thanks to the start of school.

When school started, he had a valid reason to stay away from Kyogen's world.

The start of school means that the woman named Liu Yanshi has to return to Australia and continue her studies.

In fact, last night, Liu Yanshi had already returned to his residence and began to pack his luggage.

Although they still have an unanswered question: the truth about He Siming's death. But that's not the responsibility of the stuffy oil bottle, it's the problem that belongs to Liu Yanshi and Mr. Demon.

The end of the world is forever separated, and everyone is happy.

Maintaining a sub-personality for three days in a row has left him in a state of extreme mental exhaustion.

Fortunately, the school has not officially started today, so he can fill out the registration form and get a student ID card, so he can go back to his apartment and sleep as much as he wants.

So today he was surprisingly patient, even though he reported back to the classroom, drew lots to divide classes, and received the registration form and student ID...... During the whole process, he maintained the silent face that looked like a murderer of his father, but he was actually very happy in his heart.

Until there was a small episode.

This matter is actually insignificant: it was only when Shi Zuo went downstairs after receiving his student ID and turned the stairs that he accidentally met the head teacher of the previous semester. The latter was holding a large pile of messy teaching documents, and it was rare to see an acquaintance, so he pulled him to be a strong man with a hippie smile.

So Shi Zuo had to pick up the mountain-like teaching materials instead of her with a Sima face and walk to the laboratory on the fifth floor.

There are many laboratories in the light of the light, and there are often idle ones, and this one is one of them. As early as two years ago, this place was no longer used for experimental teaching, and the tables and chairs inside were emptied, and directly used as a storage room.

But when Shi Zuocai approached and saw the door number clearly, he couldn't help but be stunned.

The head teacher opened the door and turned to look at him:

"What are you doing there, Shi Zuocai."

Shi Zuocai shook his head, paused, and still spoke:

"Here it is...... Astronomical Society? ”

The head teacher looked up at the sign above, and was a little surprised:

"Oh, it always has been. This year, it is estimated that the Astronomical Society will not be established. ”

She sighed softly.

"Although there are many societies in our school, there are really few children who are interested in astronomy, and the number of people in the astronomical society is decreasing year by year, and there are only four people left in the last semester. This summer, something happened to the president again, and I'm afraid there won't be enough people to run the school this year. ”

Shi Zuocai was silent for a moment, just said "um", and walked in without saying a word.

According to the instructions of the head teacher, the stack of books was stuffed into the cabinet in the corner, Shi Zuo stood up and unconsciously looked around the laboratory: the things were still neatly arranged, but they were somewhat dusty, only the bookshelf by the door was placed with various astronomy books, and the rest of the place was mostly some miscellaneous items such as trophies and footballs.

Shi Zuocai's gaze stayed on the bookshelf. The head teacher was already about to leave, and when he walked to the door, he looked at him in surprise:

"What's wrong?"

Shi Zuo took down a book on the top floor of the bookshelf:

"Can I take a look?"

The head teacher glanced at the cover of the book and was stunned:

"You're still so weird, kid. I didn't read so many astronomical books, but I picked a philosophy book. ”

After a pause, she added:

"Just take it and read it, these books are estimated to have to be sold next month to supplement the funds of other societies. Go home early, I have classes tomorrow. Remember to close the door. ”

With that, the head teacher smiled at him and left.

Watching her leave, Shi Zuo looked at the book in his hand.

The title of the book is "Critique of Practical Reason".

As soon as I opened it, the book cover fell off. At this time, Zuo Cai was expected.

The contents of the book cover are one size smaller than the original book, and naturally they can't hold the original cover.

And the original book is still in He Siming's room.

Stored on the bookshelf of the Astronomical Society, on the cover of this book, is the notebook he used when he was the president of the astronomical society.

The title page of the notebook, still in that beautiful handwriting, excerpts from Kant's famous quote.

"There are two things in the world that can deeply shake people's hearts, one is the lofty moral code in our hearts, and the other is the brilliant starry sky above our heads."

Shi Zuocai looked at it silently twice, and then turned the second page. The second page is just a short line.

"I want to be a star."

Shi Zuocai was stunned, slowly turned the third page, and carefully read the last words left to this world by the people who had left.

It was morning, and the sun and morning breeze were entangled outside the window, and birds could be heard chirping from time to time. Shi Zuocai found a chair and silently flipped through He Siming's notes page by page on the dusty table, the expression on his face became more and more solemn.

At some point, he finally put down his notes and sat like a wooden man for a long time.

Sunlight shines through the not-so-clean windows on the tiled floor, outlining the silhouette of a teenager. He imagined that once upon a time, a child who liked the starry sky was in the same place, writing down his small thoughts in his notebook, until the moment he graduated from middle school, what kind of mood did he have in order to leave his diary here?

With apprehension and expectation for the future, and carrying the heavy expectations of his parents, he has never been able to find a balance between the two worlds...... In the end, He Siming made the most innocent and incredible choice.

Shi Zuocai exhaled softly. Slowly, he stretched out his hands and covered his mouth and nose.

An irritated hissing sound came from the throat.

He got up, walked out of the lab, locked the door, and went downstairs, towards the school gate.

He reached out, pulled out his phone, and pressed a string of phone numbers that he couldn't forget even if he didn't have to record them.

"Shi Zuocai? It's amazing that you still have the time to call me......"

"Huh? Not Mr. Demon? Stuffy, stuffy oil bottle?! ”

"I'm coming, I'm coming now!"

Cui Yuan's apartment.

Liu Yanshi silently flipped through the notebook in his hand in front of the workbench, his lips muttering something unconsciously. Shi Zuocai sat motionless on his exclusive mahogany chair, like a puppet.

Page after page. The only sound left in the room was the flipping of books, and it fell into a strange quiet atmosphere.

When he turned to the last page, Liu Yanshi's lips opened slightly, his pupils contracted slightly, and the next moment, there seemed to be a mist rising under his eyes.

Her fingers carefully picked up an envelope tucked away from the last page. Gently opened it and read it line by line.

She put down the envelope, her slender hands unconsciously covering her mouth and nose - the look of surprise was the same as Shi Zuocai.

"That's nice......" she muttered.

Shi Zuocai looked at her silently, and after a while, he still spoke:

"What are you going to do?"

Liu Yanshi turned the chair, wiped the corners of his eyes, and said seriously:

"Be sure to tell Siming's mother. She must pass on what Siming left her for. ”

Although he had already expected this answer, when he heard it with his own ears, Shi Zuocai still sighed a little frustratedly, and reached out to pinch his eyebrows.

Liu Yanshi pursed her lips and looked at him seriously:

"Now it's just the two of us who know about it, so we have to help Siming tell his mother...... Siming's expectations must not be disappointed. ”

"At least...... I also want Siming's mother to know that he has never hated her...... Such a good child would never commit suicide......"

"If Aunt Li knew about this, she would definitely forgive him......"

She sniffed, closed her eyelids slightly, and whispered:

"It's the most romantic thing I've ever heard."

Shi Zuo grabbed his hair and stopped talking. After a while, he finally sighed again, took the keys and wallet from the table, and stood up.

"Let's go, then. There is still time. ”