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"Gu Qiao..."

When he saw the figure in the darkness, he paused on the spot, silent and without responding.

The young man raised his hand to remove the stainless steel basin above his head, and awkwardly got out of the storage shelf, gradually revealing his original slender figure.

He stepped on the ground with his bare feet and ran to the window.

Looking at the girl who had already stepped out of the door, she stretched out her hand uneasily:

"Shoes...I, I only have this pair of shoes."

His voice was clear, his feet on the ground moved his toes uneasily, and his tone sounded a little depressed.

"..."

Gu Qiao lowered his eyes, silently took a step back, and closed the door.

He handed over the shoes that she had tied together with the shoelaces in his hand.

The other party slowly reached out and took it, held it in his arms, and then carefully moved his bare feet back.

After getting a little further away from Gu Qiao, he stood still, lowered his head, and stopped moving.

"I didn't want to take your shoes... I thought you were dead."

Gu Qiao pursed her lips, feeling bored.

"Thought I...died?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, as if he was a little stunned.

He lowered his voice and looked in the direction of the girl with a bit of uncertainty: "You...do you still know me?"

Gu Qiao paused, frowned and looked at Lu Yi. Although there were many minor injuries on his body, they were not fatal. The most serious ones were his feet and legs.

Perhaps it was because he tried too hard when escaping, but his pale calves had some muscles, but new and old injuries were superimposed, and they were stained with blood, as if he had run wildly through thorns.

The feet were even more bloody and bloody, which was a bit shocking to look at.

However, there was no external injury on his head, so there was no possibility of his brain being broken.

Gu Qiao frowned, with a slightly strange look on his face: "Aren't you Lu Yi? We met in the classroom."

The young man's eyes under his glasses widened slightly, and then he nodded with a bit of strange excitement: "Yes, I am Lu Yi... You, you still remember."

Gu Qiao frowned, hummed, and asked, "Should I... not remember you?"

There was a hint of familiar distress on the corner of the young man's mouth, and his tone became vague: "I...I'm talking nonsense, don't be angry."

Gu Qiao said oh and changed the topic:

"When you ran out earlier, those two people...didn't they catch up with you?"

The girl's tone was calm, as if she was concerned.

Lu Yi held the shoes in his arms with one hand, adjusted his glasses with the other, and said slowly: "They chased me, and the Chinese teacher came... They started fighting, and I hid."

Chinese teacher?

Anna... got into a fight with the brother and sister players?

"You... weren't you with that girl before? Why are you alone now?"

The young man spoke hesitantly, looking straight in the direction of Gu Qiao while wearing thick glasses.

"I sent her back to class."

Gu Qiao answered simply.

The young man was stunned for a moment, and his tone was a little surprising: "She went back to... the classroom?"

He clenched the shoes in his hands, and his brows covered by his messy hair were wrinkled, revealing a bit of confusion.

He opened his mouth as if he wanted to remind Gu Qiao something, then swallowed it silently.

Because the girl in front of him suddenly leaned over and stretched out her hand, as if she wanted to check the injury on his calf.

"..."

Lu Yi's thoughts were interrupted and he became a little nervous. He curled up his toes and wanted to retreat to avoid it, but he struggled and chose to stand there obediently without moving.

"Let me check your wounds and stretch out your legs."

The girl's voice was calm and contained a tone that could not be rejected.

Lu Yi carefully stretched out his leg, fearing that he would bump into the other person. He maintained a difficult posture, lifting his leg as if he was lifting a piece of wood that had nothing to do with him.

"These wounds are very deep, like stab wounds."

"Hmm...but, maybe."

Lu Yi responded in a daze. Through his thick glasses, he tried to open his eyes wide and looked at the figure in front of him.

"It's...light..."

He murmured softly.

The girl asked casually: "What are you mumbling about..."

Lu Yi immediately squatted down, like a suddenly well-behaved wild cat, holding his knees with both hands, shaking his head at the girl: "No...it's nothing."