Agent Reborn: God-level Scholar

Chapter 661 Do you know whether to pretend to have amnesia or not?

On the twenty-fifth day of the twelfth lunar month, in the early morning, at the end of the year and in the cold weather, a group of young people wandered the streets for a long time without going home.

Zhong Wenman was swaying around, even after drinking more than ten cans of beer. She was shaking when walking. There was a manhole cover in front of her. She subconsciously jumped from it, but accidentally twisted her foot. She let out a muffled grunt, and Gu Ying took advantage of the situation to support her.

Zhong Wenman raised her face and looked at him, showing a naive smile, "Thank you Brother Guying, I can leave by myself."

She pushed him away lightly and lifted one leg, pulling on the nerve pain. It must have been sprained just now. She was so painful that she had to lean back with stars in her eyes. Shengxia Ye and Qin Miao were so worried that they each took a step forward. Gu Ying was the first to reach out.

He hugged her.

A false alarm.

Zhong Wenman lay on Gu Ying's shoulder, still holding an empty can in her hand, turned back to Shengxia Ye and shouted, "Drink, keep drinking!"

Sheng Xia Ye curled her lips helplessly and looked at Lone Ying.

"Let me take her back." Lone Ying was silent for two seconds, then put the restless Zhong Wenman's arm on her shoulders. Zhong Wenman was neither tall nor short, but because he was 1.9 meters tall, the picture was blurry when her arm was put on her.

It seemed a little inconsistent, so he had no choice but to put down her hand and let her lean on him first.

She couldn't stand still, and he held her shoulder with another hand.

"Master, send me a WeChat message when you get home." Shengxiaye helped Zhong Wenman get into the taxi and watched their car drive away.

When she turned back, Qin Miao and Zhao Nai looked at each other and immediately reached out to stop a taxi. Zhao Nai smiled and said, "Then Miaomiao and I will leave first. Senior Gu will be sent home on Xia Ye?"

"It's okay to let him send you off." Shengxia Ye frowned.

"We've already taken a taxi, so I won't bother Senior Gu." Zhao Nai closed the car door neatly and waved goodbye to them, "Please drive safely and see you another day."

The car sped away, leaving only two figures, a man and a woman, standing there under the street lights, with two long shadows trailing on the ground.

The night wind blew people awake, and the noise of Zhong Wenman's chirping suddenly disappeared, and it finally became quiet. Shengxia Ye curled the corners of her lips helplessly and looked back at Gu Fengchen, his burning eyes fixed on her face.

, even if they looked at each other for a moment, they had no intention of looking away.

She suddenly felt empty-hearted.

A sports car sped away, and she looked at him, "Thank you and Jiang Cheng for what happened today."

He shook his head, indicating that he didn't care.

"Are you anxious to go home?" Seeing that she stopped talking, he lowered his eyes and said, "Why don't you take a walk? The night is not bad tonight."

"Okay." She nodded.

The night was thick and long. The two of them were walking along the roadside. From time to time they would meet noisy children, and sometimes young people passing by on bicycles. Gu Fengchen took her arm and asked her to go inside.

, and then let go.

On midsummer nights, I would occasionally turn my head to look at him secretly.

But it seemed that every time he could accurately detect her gaze and quickly look towards her, so she could only use her peripheral vision to peek.

"I heard from Miaomiao and the others that you spent a lot of effort to find me this time. Gu Fengchen, you don't have to be so nice to me. I can't express anything to you now." Shengxia Ye felt a little uncomfortable in her heart.

Because of that dream, because I couldn’t help myself.

Gu Fengchen suddenly stopped walking and stood in the middle of the bridge, turning his head and looking at her with Mo You's eyes.

Sheng Xiaye pursed her lips and asked with a wry smile: "What's wrong?"

He suddenly told her in a very serious tone, "But except for you, I don't want to be nice to anyone else."

On a midsummer night, my heart skipped a beat when I heard it.

He moved closer to her, but kept a polite distance of a few centimeters. His voice had a different kind of hoarseness in the thick night, which made people feel sour and numb.

"If this is the only way it can happen to you, I'll admit it."

Going home that night, she didn't dream about that boy on a midsummer night. In her dream, she returned to the bridge where he talked to her at night. She didn't stay silent like she did then, but hugged him and kissed him wantonly.

The kiss was so passionate and her lips were so warm. She wanted to hold him and never let go. Unfortunately, dreams were just dreams and she would wake up sooner or later.

When I opened my eyes, the feeling of loss lingered for a long time.

After calming down for a while, she dug out the box in the corner and put her childhood homework books and some sundries into the study and utility room. In the process, she discovered a surprise.

The original owner actually wrote that boy's name in the textbook before.

In many places, she used pencils and ballpoint pens to write the word "江". In several articles, the character "江" was followed by a boy's portrait. Although she didn't know whether it was the other person's first or last name, but for a midsummer night,

, this is already a huge breakthrough.

She immediately sat down in front of the computer in the study room, found the school where Chen Guo was currently studying, and quickly locked her mobile phone number.

Pretending to be crazy and acting stupid?

It might work for others, but for her, it's impossible.

Longcun Charity No. 1 Middle School.

This school was built with donations from celebrities in Jincheng. If the students studying here can reach the scores of prestigious universities, philanthropists will continue to donate money for them to go to college. But if they don't have the ability, they can only stop at junior high school.

and the high school gate.

Chen Guo's grades in junior high school were very average. She went to high school just on the score line. She didn't do any serious work in the class. She and a few little sisters had nothing to do except doing manicures, chasing celebrities and gossiping. Her academic performance was a mess. Today, the teacher told her to prepare.

The parents were called, but little did they know that last time she hired someone to pretend to be her father. Father Chen had such a bad temper that he would definitely break her legs if he knew she was messing around in school.

In the office, the teacher asked why the parents hadn't been called yet. Did she have to go and invite them in person?

Chen Guo stood in front of her, scratching her head and thinking for a moment before saying: "Teacher Zhang, you also know that I suffered a huge blow and fell into the river. Now I always have a headache and feel uncomfortable every day. It is indeed very difficult to keep up with the study progress at this juncture.

Brain, I promise you that I will work hard next time, so please don’t call your parents today, okay?”

"Stop quibbling with me! I see that you are very active when playing with your classmates, and you have a very bright mind." The teacher glared at her, "Chen Guo, it's okay for you to fool the police. After all, they can't really kill you."

How is the child, but I know you are usually the most eccentric, and you know whether you are pretending to have amnesia."

Chen Guo's expression was obviously stiff, but she still looked at the teacher dumbfounded, "How could I lie? Teacher Zhang, you have wronged me. Didn't the doctor tell you that? People who are greatly stimulated are likely to suffer from indirect amnesia.

Do you think I don’t want to remember the scene when the crime occurred?”

As she said this, she was about to cry.

"You don't need to tell me so much, just think that I have misunderstood you. That midsummer night also went out to study in our village. He also grew up drinking water from the village and eating rice from the village, but he relied on his true ability to obtain holy knowledge.

You are number one in high school and you are outstanding in all aspects. You just give up on yourself and refuse to work hard. No matter how many famous teachers come to teach you, it will not work."

(End of chapter)