Qiann Yan: "Do you often get laughed at?"
"Not only laughed at, but also tricked." Wuh Huai sighed, "But I can’t rember who tricked ."
On the way back to the classroom, Qiann Yan was deep in thought.
Sitting at her desk, she also observed Wuh Huai.
Wuh Huai felt Qiann Yan’s gaze was strange, as if she wanted to crack his head open to see what was inside.
This thought made him shiver a bit, but as a big guy, how could he be afraid of a little girl? There’s no way she could split open his head.
He sat upright at his desk, confidently letting Qiann Yan look.
Qiann Yan: "Can I touch your head?"
Wuh Huai: "..."
Qiann Yan: "I know a bit of dicine."
"Then... you can touch it." Even if Qiann Yan hadn’t ntioned it, he probably wouldn’t have refused. Hopefully, this experience would help him rember her tomorrow.
It had been so long since he rembered anyone besides his parents.
Ever since the second year of middle school, it had been like this.
He didn’t communicate much with others, and people thought he was an idiot.
Of course, it was the first ti a girl was touching his head.
A girl had once tried to touch his face, but he refused. He couldn’t rember that person, but he still rembered her odd look.
He simply didn’t want to.
Did they really think he had a problem with his head and they could just bully him?
Qiann Yan placed her hand on Wuh Huai’s head, actually using a faint Spiritual Power to probe into his brain.
After probing for a while, she didn’t sense anything unusual in Wuh Huai’s brain.
The exploration through Spiritual Power was more precise than any instrunt.
The class bell rang, and students filed into the classroom, seeing Qiann Yan with her hand on Wuh Huai’s head, still stroking it as if petting a puppy, with a strange expression.
So people started to whisper.
"Wuh Huai might be silly, but I’ve never heard of anyone touching his head?"
"Maybe he’s just a bit dumber now."
"Sigh, we were in the sa middle school, and in the first year, he was like a legend, acing every exam and leaving us in the dust. Who would’ve thought... his brain went haywire."
Wuh Huai: "Xia Qianyan, maybe you should take your hand down? Everyone’s watching."
"This isn’t very appropriate."
He’s not a fool; he has his pride too!
Qiann Yan lowered her hand and fell into deep thought.
If his brain wasn’t the problem, then what could be causing Wuh Huai to be like this?
She searched through the original owner’s mories; the original owner wasn’t desk mates with Wuh Huai and hadn’t really interacted with him.
In the original owner’s impression, Wuh Huai was a reclusive boy who didn’t talk much, much like the original owner — soone who often got laughed at.
Wuh Huai only occupied the original owner’s mories in the first sester of high school.
At the end of the first sester, Wuh Huai had an accident and died. He died in a car accident. That afternoon after school, Wuh Huai suddenly dashed into the street for so unknown reason and was hit by a car.
Many people said Wuh Huai’s brain must have been off to do sothing like that.
Qiann Yan believed that Wuh Huai was likely being targeted.
Then, could this person be the sa one targeting the original owner?
It didn’t seem like there was any connection; from the fact that Wuh Huai’s family generously donated a building, it seed his family wasn’t lacking money, many tis richer than the original owner’s family. The two didn’t even know each other.
Throughout the class, Qiann Yan pondered the issues between the original owner and Wuh Huai but still couldn’t figure anything out.
The morning passed that way, and Wuh Huai actively invited her to the cafeteria.
She was interested in Wuh Huai, so she agreed.
"I’ll get you lunch," Wuh Huai volunteered, "Tomorrow, be a bit more accommodating."
Qiann Yan: "Alright."
She still hadn’t figured out what was going on.
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