Li Qinghao was very familiar with that soft voice that contained a hint of crying and emotion. Isn't it... isn't it... isn't it the owner of this body? But... I looked around the classroom, but I didn't see that familiar figure. Suddenly he came back to his senses and realized what he was looking for.
It's a bit ridiculous. Li Qinghao held his head in his hands and leaned on the chair. He was actually looking for Li Qinghao's figure just now. That person... wasn't that person's body exactly the same as his own at the moment
He rubbed his temples with a headache. He didn't believe in the ghosts and gods, but the rebirth of his soul was a fact.
"Qinghao." There was a knock on the table.
"What's the matter?" He looked sideways at the short-haired girl in front of him. She had a shy face and was pretty, but she had very clean eyes. However, she probably rarely had contact with men, because just standing like this, Li Qinghao noticed that her face was very red.
"I... I am Yang Ziyan." Yang Ziyan said, "I just heard you say that you lost your memory, so... so..."
"so?"
"So... I am now the study committee member of this class. You... do you need my help?" Yang Ziyan's name was unfamiliar to Li Qinghao, but he had some impressions of this girl.
Because several times, when he and Nancheng Lie were waiting for Li Qinghao, they saw this girl walking very close to Li Qinghao, and they even talked and laughed. But now looking at Yang Ziyan's blushing face in embarrassment, as smart as he was, he immediately understood something. He liked this girl, Li Qinghao.
"Thank you." He raised his lips and gave Yang Ziyan a charming smile, "I will ask you if necessary."
Li Qinghao stood up, stuffed the books on the desk into his schoolbag, and walked out of the classroom.
The wind blowing in his face once again ruffled his hair over his shoulders, and the sun in the sky shone with dazzling light, making him feel a little uncomfortable. The identity represented by this body is still somewhat unacceptable.
He took out his cell phone from his trouser pocket and played with it on the palm of his hand. Many pictures flashed through his mind, and finally he pressed a few numbers with his slender fingers.
The call over there was quickly picked up: "Who is this?" The rich voice sounded particularly cordial to Li Qinghao at this moment.
"Guess." He played with his attitude.
The man on the other end of the phone was very patient: "Playing time games with me is expensive."
A burst of laughter came from Li Qinghao's lips: "I can afford it."
“It’s more expensive to play guessing games with me.”
"The most expensive thing is not worth life." Moreover, he even lost his life.
"There are no more than five people in the world who know my mobile phone number."
"So is my name among these five?" Li Qinghao asked with a smile.
"I know a young man with a similar personality to you." The other party pondered for a long time before saying, "But your voice is different from his."
"I don't think you can judge someone's authenticity by their voice." At least not the man on the other end of the phone.
"You..." The man over there was really silent.
"When I used a scalpel to revive your lover, you said that in this life, as long as I have needs, you will never shirk even in the underworld." Li Qinghao continued to smile, and his smile became deeper.
"you… "
"I am Han Mingxu."
"impossible."
"You believe it." Li Qinghao knew that he would believe it.
"We need to meet."
"No, I can't help myself at the moment."
"Then the one in the Han family's mansion..."
"I don't know. The first thing I want to know now is, has anyone contacted you using my identity in the past two years?"
"You know my rules. While I answer other people's questions, I need others to answer my questions. So first, your name is Han Mingxu?"
"No." Li Qinghao continued to laugh, but the man didn't ask his name. I am Han Mingxu, and my name is Han Mingxu, these are two completely different meanings. Li Qinghao knew that the other party understood.
"No. But I have a piece of news for you. The young master of the Nancheng family asked me to find out the truth about Han Mingxu's shooting incident two years ago."
"You can't find out, can you?"
"Boy, don't look down on people." But in fact it is true.
Li Qinghao shook his head: "You are doubting Han Mingxu, right?"
"Hmph." The man snorted coldly, "Before today, I had no doubts. Because we promised that we would never know each other. So when Nancheng Lie and Han Mingxu came to me two years ago, I was not surprised. Don’t know me.”
"I want to sigh."
"No need."
"No, it's necessary." He looked at the school gate and saw the familiar figure leaning against the car door. Even from a few hundred meters away, Li Qinghao could feel how hot the narrow eyes looked at him.
"Meeting you is the greatest luck in my life. Also, help me check Li Ka." He closed the line and walked towards the figure without waiting for a reply.