Chapter 3
He Qiang: “You lost your memory?”
Xia Fengsheng briefly explained what had happened from start to finish.
To keep people from suspecting how he had managed to find the school and dorm so precisely,
he said he had found his way back by using the student ID in his pocket.
As for the rest, he knew nothing. He couldn’t remember a thing.
Putting on an act, Xia Fengsheng asked, “Do you know me?”
“Of course!” He Qiang immediately claimed kinship. “We’re roommates.”
Once he learned Xia Fengsheng had amnesia, He Qiang’s shoulders instantly seemed broader and more heroic. The responsibility of taking care of Xia Fengsheng had now landed on him.
“From now on, if there’s anything you don’t understand, just ask me. Don’t be polite.”
He hooked an arm over Xia Fengsheng’s shoulder, and the two of them walked back to the dorm like good brothers.
“Oh right, have you eaten yet?”
“Not yet.”
“I happen to have two cups of instant noodles. One for you, one for me.”
“No need. The doctor said I should eat something that replenishes qi and blood.”
“Chicken stewed with mushrooms. Great tonic!”
*
That night, after dinner,
Xia Fengsheng sat in front of the computer. First, he unlinked his bank card from his payment app, then logged into VX.
The moment he got in, messages flooded over him from all directions, all sent before he had “lost his memory.”
The main forces were divided into:
Dead Pig Spirit, The Other One, and that pack of academic beggars.
He Qiang had already finished washing up and was lying in bed playing on his phone. Thoughtfully, he said,
“Sheng’er, you just got hurt, so don’t stay up too late.”
“Okay.”
Although Xia Fengsheng had lost his memory, his basic life skills had not disappeared.
He Qiang had always been careless and broad-minded, so after introducing Xia Fengsheng to everything in the dorm and the department he belonged to, he simply went on living with Xia Fengsheng as usual.
Truthfully, he didn’t know all that much about him.
He didn’t know where his hometown was or whether he was local.
He had never seen him contact his parents either. During every holiday, Xia Fengsheng stayed at school and never seemed to go home.
Since Xia Fengsheng never talked about it, He Qiang found it inconvenient to ask.
Xia Fengsheng roughly read through all the VX messages.
The content was mostly people looking for him to help them, and because they couldn’t find him, they were jumping over the wall in desperation.
Summary: a bunch of fake people.
He prayed for Darwin’s theory of evolution in reverse.
That morning in the hospital room, once everyone found out he had amnesia, they had scattered like startled birds and beasts, each one running faster than the last.
There was none of the warmth they usually showed when they saw him.
Before, they were always the ones asking him for help. Now it was his turn.
The light from the screen reflected on Xia Fengsheng’s face, beautiful and eerie.
“Hello, I lost my memory. There are many things I don’t understand, could you teach me a little?”
“Looking at our chat history, we seem very close.”
“Do I need a meal card for the cafeteria? How do I get one?”
“Are you free right now? Come help me.”
“Do you know how to get to the teaching building? Can you take me there?”
“I looked through our chat history. I helped you a lot before. You won’t refuse to help me, right?”
With a few clicks of the mouse, he mass-sent the same message to everyone.
After greeting the academic beggars, Xia Fengsheng then sent a voice call to Yang Liwan.
They all deserved to die.
On the other side.
In a glittering karaoke private room, the atmosphere was drenched in neon and alcohol.
There was a catchy brainwashing song playing, and Yang Liwan was twisting stiffly and shyly on stage.
Yang Liwan moved along with the music.
gee gee gee gee~ baby baby baby baby~
At first he was awkward and bashful, but later he grew confident and bold.
He had even started to enjoy himself a little.
President Fang’s secretary watched the performance on stage, her expression impossible to describe.
Hadn’t they said there would be a male student dancing?
What exactly was going on up there?
It felt like someone had violated her eyes.
The secretary looked completely pained.
Was it that President Fang had been cursed before going out today and had suddenly developed devastatingly bad taste?
She turned her head.
Next to her, President Fang lounged lazily in her seat. Behind the gold-rimmed glasses, her face was expressionless.
There was not a trace of worldly desire in her eyes.
Crack—
The secretary seemed to hear the sound of the lenses splitting.
Halfway through dancing, Yang Liwan noticed the secretary had come over to his side.
Want to join?
He threw her a look.
The secretary leaned in and said quietly in his ear:
“If you can’t dance, then crawl off.”
“……”
Yang Liwan slunk off the stage.
The competing side of the project sent a male student up to do a hot dance.
Showing off right in front of Yang Liwan, as if saying: And you think you deserve center position?
Just as he watched the spotlight get snatched away by his competitors,
Xia Fengsheng’s voice call came in.
Thinking he had remembered everything, Yang Liwan was overjoyed and quickly answered, planning to tell him to come over.
The call connected.
Xia Fengsheng said, “You’re my teacher, right? Send me all the teaching materials from the start of the semester until now.”
Smack—The call was hung up.
If he hadn’t regained his memory, then why was he calling him?
Back then, Xia Fengsheng had been a puppet on strings in his hand—he did whatever he was told. Now that his memory was completely gone, he was of no use at all. Naturally, Yang Liwan had no interest in wasting time on him.
Less than five minutes later, the phone rang again.
Xia Fengsheng: “Why aren’t you speaking? Is it because you feel too guilty for visiting me without bringing a fruit basket to face me?”
Smack—A few minutes later, the phone rang yet again.
Yang Liwan finally snapped. The moment he answered, he roared, “Xia Fengsheng, are you a fly? Do you have nothing better to do than buzz around me?”
From the other end came, “But flies only buzz around…”
Yang Liwan: ……
Smack—After harassing them one by one, Xia Fengsheng leaned back in his chair.
Being useless felt amazing.
As long as I’m useless, nobody can make use of me.
The academic beggars’ replies to him were hesitant and evasive.
“Sorry, it’s not convenient.”
“Uh…”
“I’m very busy right now. I’ll contact you when I’m done.”
“…”
Some of them simply did not reply at all.
In the past, Xia Fengsheng had never been stingy with his help toward them.
That was because he wanted to make more friends and expand his network, so he could gain a foothold in the finance circle.
In the end, that bunch of beggars had taken his help for granted.
To make sure no one could possibly miss the fact that he had lost his memory—and come disturb his wonderful new life again—Xia Fengsheng logged onto Penguin and found Jing University’s confession wall.
Xia Fengsheng: “Wall, are you there?”
Confession Wall: “Your wall is here.”
Confession Wall: “What do you want to post?”
Xia Fengsheng: “I want to make a help post. I’ve lost my memory. Not anonymous.”
The confession wall loved gossip, so it asked what had happened. After hearing the whole story, it warmly said, “Edit it up and send it to me. I won’t charge you.”
A good wall.
While writing the content, Xia Fengsheng was overflowing with happiness. The corners of his mouth never came down.
He finished editing a whole little essay.
Then he laughed at himself in self-mockery: “So disgusting, Xia Fengsheng.”
After laughing for half an hour, he sent it to the confession wall.
The confession wall deliberately posted it for him during the 7 p.m. peak traffic period.
“Hello everyone 0^0, I’m Xia Fengsheng, a second-year graduate student in finance at the Huaguang School of Management. Just yesterday, I accidentally fell down the stairs 0.0. So wronged. When I woke up again, the doctor told me I had a mild concussion, and all my memories were gone. I don’t remember anything at all. T^T. Breaking down.”
“I want to ask for help from the people around me. At school, apart from my kind roommate and the students in the next dorm who have shown me goodwill, I don’t know anyone and I feel frightened and uneasy. There are many people in my contact list. I looked through our chat records, and it seems I helped them a lot before, but now none of them will respond to me. Even when I call my teacher, he impatiently hangs up on me. I don’t know why and can only shake my head and doubt myself. The old me loved helping classmates, and teachers even praised me for being capable, but now none of them will pay attention to me anymore. They won’t reply to my messages anymore. Wronged, crying hard.”
“My teacher even said I circle around shit 0.0.”
“I’m in a strange place, and I can’t even remember who I am. I really don’t know what to do. I’m so scared. At night I hide under the blanket and cry secretly while poking my fingers together. I hope someone can come help me, hearts hearts, otherwise I really don’t know what to do, heartbroken, scared.”
At the end he attached several screenshots of chat records.
[Image] [Image] [Image] [Image] …
They were all records of how enthusiastically he had helped reply to other people’s messages in the past. The last few were chat pages showing the academic beggars coldly standing by while no one helped him.
After posting everything, Xia Fengsheng shut down the computer, pulled back the blanket, and dropped into bed, ready to sleep.
Xia Fengsheng: or2
*
One of the academic beggars from the finance school felt something was off today while eating in the school cafeteria.
When he turned around, he realized people were pointing at him.
“That’s him, right?”
“What an ungrateful bastard.”
“So disgusting. He got so much help from someone before, and now that person has amnesia he doesn’t care at all.”
“Why help him? Raise a dog long enough and even it knows how to wag its tail. He’s worse than a dog.”
Academic Beggar: ?
His roommate called and asked if he was outside.
Academic Beggar: “Yeah, why?”
Why?
His roommate kindly reminded him, “Cover your face and run straight back to the dorm.”
“Even if you get hit, don’t fight back, or you’ll get beaten even worse.”
He had already lost all face.
The screenshots Xia Fengsheng posted hadn’t been censored at all. The profile pictures were crystal clear, and everyone’s note name directly showed their real names—Finance, class XX, grade X, so-and-so.
No ranking, no order. Those who made the list did so purely on ability.
The moment the people on the list saw the confession wall post, they exploded.
Some people even went to the confession wall demanding the post be deleted.
The school forum launched discussions around the matter, and because the heat got too high, it even drew the school administration’s attention.
Yang Liwan received a phone call.
“That student named Xia Fengsheng—he’s under you, isn’t he?”
“……”
After the discussion and exchange, Yang Liwan’s face turned dark green with fury. He started frantically calling Xia Fengsheng, telling him to delete the stuff on the confession wall.
The academic beggars also started calling and messaging one after another.
Without exception, no one managed to reach Xia Fengsheng.
Xia Fengsheng: zzZzzZzz
*
At eight o’clock the next morning, Xia Fengsheng opened his eyes.
Xia Fengsheng: or2
Wednesday. Waking up naturally. No need to say more about its worth.
People often get so distracted by endless Monday and disgusting Tuesday that they overlook the malice of Wednesday.
Because sleeping until he woke naturally felt far too satisfying,
Xia Fengsheng let out a wonderfully pleasant laugh from inside the blanket:
“Jie jie jie jie jie jie jie jie jie jie……”
He Qiang, who was getting dressed, broke out in goosebumps all over. “Sheng’er, stop laughing. You’re scaring me.”
“……”
Xia Fengsheng’s blanket stopped shaking.
Before leaving, He Qiang said, “Sheng’er, don’t forget to eat the peach on the floor, or it’ll go bad.”
Usually in the dorm, whenever Xia Fengsheng and He Qiang bought fruit, they shared it. Neither of them kept count.
After He Qiang left, the dorm became utterly quiet.
Xia Fengsheng continued maintaining his waking-up posture, with no intention of getting out of bed.
He was even planning to go back to sleep for a second round.
Knock knock knock—
A sudden burst of knocking at the door.
With bird’s-nest hair, Xia Fengsheng crawled out from under the blanket.
He truly couldn’t imagine who would come looking for him at a time like this.
He opened the door.
A blast of winter air hit him in the face.
Standing outside was a big, trendy man who looked as though he had just stepped off a fashion runway.
He carried the scent of the outdoor cold wind with him.
The trendy man lowered his gaze and looked Xia Fengsheng over.
“Where the hell did this Robinson Crusoe come from?”
