My name is Sun Zhonghai, and my father is a well-known group director, and he gave me such a name because he longed for the talents of a great man of a certain era. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info: Although it's a bit of a shame to be with a great man, for a person who is about to become an elite of society, the name doesn't matter at all.

I was woken up by the butler's soft voice every day, and then opened my eyes on the 10-square-meter KingSize bed. The beautiful head maid would change my clothes, and the head chef, who would put "perfect" on his lips, would make a nutrition plan for me for the day in advance.

After drinking warm milk and eating the most important breakfast of the day, it's time to change clothes. Volkswagen brand? That kind of thing dominates the most ordinary people to wear, and even my underwear is hand-made, and only the brand of the custom brand is worthy of my noble status.

After changing clothes, he had to go through high school, which was part of the country's elite education.

The butler would drive him in an elongated Lincoln sedan to Nanhe University in Nanhe City. That's when it's really my time!

The so-called rich second generation is a winner in life? What are you kidding, you have the ability to get up from ten square meters of Simmons every day to try, that terrible soft mattress can break your old waist at any time. There is a housekeeper Sebas sauce calling his beloved Lord to get up? This one is also a terrible question, who likes to be called softly in their own ear every day by an old man. A "perfect" chef's nutrition plan? That kind of character is simply the evil of this world, in my opinion, his food is a disgusting dark substance, and all he cares about is nutrition! Nothing more! Nothing more! Say the important thing three times!

Dressing time-oh~ The fitting room is really the hell of the world, a man's nightmare, a woman's absolute realm ban, and if you stay in it for a minute, you will face the big problem of anemia, and my more than ten years of upbringing have been spent in enduring the long torture of the fitting room.

Fortunately, I was admitted to Nanhe Middle School, which was definitely the most correct choice I made in my life, not only because of the relaxed atmosphere but also because my friends from high school were also in that school. With the nourishment of friendship, even if there is anything wrong in life, there can be a place to nag and vent. My classmate Xiao Baibai is a good guy, although sometimes his head is not good, and he is very restrained in his words and deeds, but sometimes he is very open and willing to listen to other people's troubles.

It's just that Xiao Baibai suddenly didn't come to school a month ago, and I thought at first that Xiao Baibai was sick and wanted to go to his house to see him, but the rental building where his house was located was inexplicably razed to the ground. Xiao Baibai didn't have a mobile phone because of family difficulties, so he thought he just had something to move and didn't have time to contact me. But after I found out that the housekeeper who should have known Xiao Baibai's existence didn't know who Xiao Baibai was, I finally realized that something was wrong, and the results of the investigation were desperate, both the school and the Civil Affairs Bureau lost his data archives, and even the teachers and classmates in high school and college had no memory of Xiao Baibai, and there was no trace of it, and a good person evaporated from the world.

"Young master, young master, it's time to get up, you're having nightmares again?" The butler was still so punctual, and Sun Zhonghai woke up from his sleep at dawn, he yawned, and felt that the seal from the bed was deeply attracted to him, and wanted to take him back to the abyss of sleep.

After washing under the service of the housekeeper, he sat down at the table and savored the dark dishes cooked for him by the chef, and the food that made the tip of his tongue numb was chewed and swallowed from the esophagus, Sun Zhonghai only took one bite and put down the tableware: "Is there still no memory of Xiao Baibai today?" ”

"Yes, young master, the memory of the virtual friend of the young master does not exist in my brain, and I am afraid that there will be no one in the future. The lord advises you to see a psychiatrist, which is scheduled for a week. The housekeeper's words made Sun Zhonghai grit his teeth, he could refute his housekeeper and say that this friend existed and existed in his memory, but the evidence of Xiao Baibai's existence was all gone, and no matter how many times he refuted it, the facts would not change. Even he himself began to waver, why was he the only one in the world who still remembered Xiao Baibai, was this person a virtual character created by him after his insanity? Sun Zhonghai didn't want to think about it, it was too painful for only one person to remember, whether to silently choose to forget Xiao Baibai or continue to look for him, this choice was too cruel.

"I'm going to school, you don't have to go with me on the road today." The tone of the second half of the sentence was particularly accentuated by Sun Zhonghai, and his stubbornness could be heard.

"It's the young master." The housekeeper bowed and sent off his young master, and after Sun Zhonghai left the restaurant, the maid who was waiting on the side prepared to clean up the plate, "Let me come." ”

"Yes, butler." The maid stepped back and took care of other things. The butler stood in front of the dining table and carefully put the plate with dark dishes in front of his eyes, and frowned: "Young Master hasn't been like this for a long time, that Xiao Baibai ......" He said here and suddenly stopped, and then made a helpless expression, "It's not a bad thing to be picky eaters for a long time." ”

took out a new soup spoon from the sideboard, scooped out a spoonful of soup from the young master's plate, and then put the noodles into his mouth indifferently, but the next second he spit out the soup into the water cup that had been prepared a long time ago, and his complexion still did not change.

"Although I knew before that the young master called Lao He's soup 'the evil of this world', I didn't expect this taste to be unexpectedly terrifying, why didn't I find out until now." Putting down the spoon, the butler took advantage of the chef's inattention to pour the terrifying dark dish into the sink in the back kitchen.

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"Xiao Baibai, are you really gone?" Sun Zhonghai asked the driver to take him to school alone with extremely complicated feelings. After entering the classroom, he opened his homework book, and he still hadn't touched a word of yesterday's homework, and his mood was extremely pale like the blank content.

The traces of Xiao Baibai's existence have disappeared, and the ubiquitous sense of disobedience has always been entangled in his heart, if Xiao Baibai is really a fantasy product of his personality split, then why is his memory so detailed.

Time always flies when people are in a state of confusion, and Sun Zhonghai, who has been self-cultivating for a long time, was silent in this mood, so much so that he didn't notice it when the study committee member with a one-meter-high homework pile in his hand stood in front of him.

"Zhonghai, why are you still in a daze, hurry up and hand in your homework, you're the only one left in the class, don't tell me you didn't do your homework again." The study committee member stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes, looking like he cared for the mentally handicapped child.

was forced by the study committee to the extent of asking for homework in person, Sun Zhonghai had no choice but to hand over the homework to her, and at the same time, the panic of not doing the homework also woke up in his heart. So of course, he was invited by the head teacher to the office to "drink tea" when he was studying at night.

"It's almost the end of the third year of high school, and there are less than three months left before the college entrance examination in June, and I hope you can tell me what is distracting you." The head teacher, who has congenital blonde hair, neatly arranges six homework books on the table, as if the anti-narcotics police have put the drugs as evidence in front of the drug dealer, ready to execute him on the spot at any time after the evidence is conclusive.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Kim. Maybe it's approaching the college entrance examination, and my psychology hasn't adjusted. His voice was low, the same as that of all those who do something wrong in front of teachers and parents.

"Don't think the teacher is stupid, your display is perfunctory, you look at your homework, it's actually blank." She flipped through the pages of her homework book with her fingers, and she didn't even do her previous homework. I feel like a failure in my life, and I only now realize that my students are so lazy about their homework.

"Previous? Blank? ”

Teacher Jin's words made Sun Zhonghai suddenly realize something, he picked up another homework on the table and flipped through it desperately, and then dropped it and picked up another one and flipped through it.

The time limit is one month, and the content before a month is all blank, and the blankness of his homework book is too high - the previous homework was copied from Xiao Baibai, and if even the content written by Xiao Baibai's homework that he imitated disappeared, it would be as if it had been deliberately eliminated.

Sedulous! It's deliberate! Since it is deliberate, it represents the existence of the past - the orthodox body with a sense of disobedience has appeared! The very thing about all the "erases" is a huge source of disobedience, and there is a deliberate feeling everywhere!