Teacher Li is Zhifei's class teacher. She is a woman in her thirties, a bit fat, not pretty but very kind to her students. After she found Ren Zhifei, she saw that the wrong man was looking good, so she gave up reprimanding him and took him to the office first.
"What happened?" Teacher Li asked pleasantly.
Ren Zhifei lowered his head and refused to shut up. He knew that Teacher Li would not believe it even if he told him. Teacher Li saw that he couldn't find anything, so he just said a few words of relief and prepared to let Zhifei go to class. As Ren Zhifei walked out of the office, he suddenly remembered something, turned around and came back.
"Teacher Li, he wants to ask a question."
Teacher Li thought that Ren Zhifei had figured it out by himself, so he nodded and said, "Okay, if you don't know which question he doesn't know, he will explain it to me."
Ren Zhifei shook his head again.
"Teacher Li..." Ren Zhifen thought for a moment before speaking, "Is there a person named Zhang Yi in their class?"
Teacher Li had already roughly learned something about the students, so he patiently replied, "No? Why am I asking that?"
Ren Zhifei continued to ask without giving up: "Who in their class has the student number thirty-three?" The student numbers of the students in the class are all arranged according to the pinyin of their names. There are thirty-four people in the class, and Zhang Yi is ranked thirty-three. Number three. If Zhang Yi did not exist, who would be the current number 33
Teacher Li raised his eyebrows without revealing anything, and still replied calmly: "There is no number 33 in their class."
Ren Zhifei was a little anxious and directly opened the list of the class where the desk was. Every other student number is followed by a name, until the thirty-fourth, except for the thirty-three, which is completely blank. Teacher Li was frightened and overwhelmed by Ren Zhifei's sudden move, but he did not explain: "There was something wrong when recording the roster, and it has never been changed since then..."
Ren Zhifei became more and more confused as he listened to Teacher Li's explanation. He murmured to himself as if he had lost his soul, "How could it be like that?"
Teacher Li looked at her students with pity. She thought of recent reports of students suffering from schizophrenia due to excessive pressure, and she couldn't help but worry. Teacher Li approached Ren Zhifei and touched his forehead. The temperature was not high, which made her more convinced of her speculation. Teacher Li sighed, thought over and over again, and decided to let Ren Zhi tell Chen to go home and rest.
Before noon, Ren Zhifei left the school under the envious eyes of his classmates. Teacher Li was originally prepared to send him back in person, but Ren Zhifei refused. He tried to look as normal as possible, indicating that he wanted to go home and rest. Teacher Li was also very good at teaching, but seeing Ren Zhifei's improvement, he no longer agreed.
After leaving the school gate, Ren Zhifei felt that the pressure on him was lighter. It wasn't because he was no longer in class, but because he suddenly felt a sense of isolation in school, which gave him the urge to escape. And the source of this feeling is Zhang Yi, who has been forgotten by everyone.
The sky will be exceptionally bright tomorrow, with all the beautiful elements that May should have. The bright sun, wind, green trees and flowers make the whole city lively. Occasionally I see people walking on the road, and they all have a cheerful and relaxed look. However, Ren Zhifei's mood did not improve. The sun shone on his face, but it could not warm the coldness deep in his blood.
The classmates didn't remember Zhang Yi, the teacher didn't remember him either, and his name wasn't even on the list... It all seemed like a weird nightmare, and what frightened him was that he couldn't wake up from the nightmare. Is that an illusion or something else? Could it be that he was really out of sleep? Maybe Zhang Haoluo’s doesn’t exist!
Ren Zhifen's head hurt, and he couldn't help but beat his head in anger. As soon as that beat passed, he felt a "boom" in his mind, and two scenes were repeated over and over again. The list was empty and there were many empty seats, like an incomplete puzzle. His thoughts finally stopped being chaotic and gradually became clear.