Ch3

　"What do you know?" Chen Jun in the front row couldn't help but turn around, "How do you know Fu Shen?"

　　"They are both in our class, and you don't know him?"

　　"No... I mean you actually 'know' him. ?" Chen Jun emphasized the word "know".

　　Everyone in Beiwan High School knows about Fu Yingcheng.

　　He has been the first in his grade since he entered the school, and he has consistently beaten the second place by 20 to 30 points. It is customary for Beiwan High School to ask the top grader to speak on the podium at the flag-raising ceremony after the college entrance examination. In the end, it is him every time, with a fixed degree. This night is as unforgettable as the Spring Festival Gala.

　　If it weren't for a document from the Ministry of Education that canceled key classes, Ji Fanling would never have been in the same class as him.

　　They are on the grade list, one is at the top and the other is at the bottom.

　　Chen Jun asked what he meant. Although he was sincere, he was also sarcastic.

　　With a "bang" sound, Ji Fanling flew up and kicked the back of his chair, causing Chen Jun to stumble.

　　"It doesn't matter how I met him. Just say one more thing,"

　　the girl raised her eyelashes, half-smiling, "I'll let you get to know me again."

　　*

　　School is over in the evening.

　　The sky was as dark as ink, and thick lead-gray clouds piled up into mountains. Students carrying heavy schoolbags filed out of the school gate.

　　Ji Fanling calculated the time and found that he could still have dinner before meeting Fu Yingcheng, so he stopped by "Jiang's Noodles" in the alley behind the school.

　　The noodle shop is very small, with only two narrow tables and a few blue plastic stools.

　　The shop is run by a couple, with the woman running the cash register and the man making noodles and washing dishes. Their son, who is in elementary school, is sitting at the narrow table in the back, engrossed in his homework.

　　Hearing Ji Fanling's footsteps, the little boy raised his head and called out crisply: "Sister."

　　Ji Fanling was a regular customer here. He put the money into the bucket and shouted to the kitchen: "Aunt Jiang, two taels. " Plain noodles without peanuts."

　　"Fan Ling is here," the woman in an apron opened the curtain and greeted warmly, "Little Xingxing said just now that he didn't know how to answer the question, so I asked him to keep it for you." "

　　What's the question? Let me see." Ji Fanling sat down, took the question from the little boy's hands, and was silent for a long time.

　　"...What grade are you in?"

　　"First grade."

　　"You learned functions in the first grade?"

　　"This is not an assignment assigned by the teacher, this is the elementary school Mathematical Olympiad."

　　Little Xingxing closed the book, revealing the cover of the Mathematical Olympiad book, and looked at it innocently Looking at her, "And this is not a function, this is the acceleration image of a running rabbit."

　　Ji Fanling: "..."

　　"Sister, have you calculated it?"

　　"No."

　　"Ah?"

　　"Such a simple question , I can see the answer at a glance." Ji Fanling said with a straight face, "But, sister, I can't encourage you to be afraid of difficulties."

　　Ji Fanling rubbed his head and said, "Think about it yourself."

　　Little Xingxing nodded honestly . After thinking about it for a while, Aunt Jiang said that there were no green onions and coriander. It was the evening when there were many customers and she couldn't leave. Little Xingxing volunteered to go to the nearby vegetable market to buy some.

　　When Ji Fanling's face was served, a few muffled thunders rolled across the sky.

　　"Is it going to rain?" Aunt Jiang was worried, "The weather forecast didn't say it."

　　Ji Fanling picked up the chopsticks and poked the noodles, raised his head and said, "Aunt Jiang, you added eggs to me again. I gave you plain noodles.

　　"It's just an egg. It's a waste if you can't sell it at night. You're so skinny, how can you just eat white noodles every day?" In

　　just two sentences, the raindrops became heavier and heavier, and the wind blew the glass door back and forth. Sound, a heavy rain is coming.

　　Ji Fanling looked out the door and stood up: "Little Xingxing didn't bring an umbrella, I'll go pick it up."

　　"Oh, the little boy is not afraid of getting caught in the rain, and it's so close..." The sound of rain became louder and louder, and Aunt Jiang refused. He became hesitant, "You are a guest, how embarrassing..."

　　"My face is hot." Ji Fanling walked out and picked up the straight-handled umbrella standing by the wall, "I took the umbrella."

　　"Be careful on the road! "

　　Ji Fanling walked into the rain holding an umbrella, and heavy raindrops pattered on the umbrella.

　　It was obviously only six o'clock, but the surroundings were unusually dark, like late at night. I could only hear the deafening sound of rain all around, and in the blink of an eye, the road flooded by rain became mottled with light and shadow.

　　Ji Fanling walked until he reached the alley and saw the little star on the other side of the road.

　　The boy struggled to protect the vegetables with his body and was soaked by the heavy rain.

　　Just when the light turned green, Little Star ran towards the rain and said loudly: "Sister, why are you here?"

　　At that moment, two snow-white headlights swung over.

　　The front of the car broke through the rain curtain and headed straight towards the boy's thin body.

　　The speeding car, the sharp whistle, the direction out of control, the wheels slipping, and the pupils dilated.

　　The word "be careful" was stuck in his throat. Ji Fanling rushed forward and pushed Little Xingxing out.

　　The surroundings suddenly fell into dark silence.

　　...

　　Ji Fanling opened his eyes suddenly and gasped for air.

　　The expected pain did not come. She wiped her face in the rain and looked up in confusion.

　　The car disappeared, the little star disappeared, and even the umbrella she dropped disappeared.

　　The alleys and streets became unfamiliar.

　　The sky was dark and it was raining heavily.

　　Chapter 02: In Memoriam

　　What a fucking evil thing.

　　She stood alone on the empty zebra crossing.

　　The road was empty, the stagnant water reflected the iron-gray steel and concrete, and the traffic lights changed monotonically from red to green in the rain.

　　There was a dark car parked on the side of the road at the entrance of the alley, and a person was standing beside the car.

　　The man was tall and long-legged, wearing a dark suit, with an aristocratic and indifferent temperament. He was holding a large black umbrella with a stiff frame, as if he was expressing condolences.

　　Hearing the sound, the edge of the umbrella moved up slightly, and the man glanced this way unintentionally.