Forced into a romantic relationship

Chapter 394 None of them match
There's a reason why Wang Lengqiu is so thin.

This girl doesn't seem to be very enthusiastic about eating. She won't eat much of the delicious food, nor will she eat less of the unpalatable food, as if she only cares about filling her stomach and not about the taste.

But if she was just trying to fill her stomach, then she only ate a small bowl of rice each time, and only a little bit of vegetables. It didn't seem like she could eat her fill at all. If Han Zhou remembered correctly, last night, the barbecue king Leng Qiu only ate a few skewers and spent most of the rest of the time staring blankly at the bamboo skewers in her hand.

Han Zhou wasn't sure whether Wang Lengqiu was eating so little to continue losing weight or if she genuinely had no appetite.

He had actually asked her this question when they first ate together, and Wang Lengqiu's answer was simply, "I'm full."

It's hard to believe that she said that.

However, it must be said that being able to gain weight or lose weight at will, and being able to decide one's weight according to one's own will, is quite remarkable in a sense.

Seeing that Wang Lengqiu was absentmindedly drinking porridge with a spoon and had no idea that her chopsticks had fallen to her feet, Han Zhou seized the opportunity, calmly bent down, and helped her pick up the chopsticks that had fallen to the ground.

The action was quite natural, and no one noticed anything unusual, much less thought that there was anything wrong with Han Zhou helping Wang Lengqiu pick up the chopsticks.

In fact, almost no one was paying attention to Han Zhou at this moment. Like Wang Lengqiu, everyone in the room was somewhat absent-minded, feeling that the porridge in their mouths was tasteless except for being hot, and they were trying hard to recall what had happened last night.

I seem to have forgotten something important...

Han Zhou was unaware that he wasn't the only one with this thought; others also had this strange feeling. Everyone vaguely felt as if they had forgotten something, but they couldn't recall what they had forgotten.

The only thing everyone could recall was that they seemed to have gone to Han Zhou's room last night, but they had no idea what they did there.

This feeling is strange, like an unreal dream.

Such a dream could not be easily told to others, so everyone kept it to themselves, focusing their attention on recalling what happened last night, and had no time to pay attention to Han Zhou's situation.

Han Zhou just wanted to confirm the scent on Wang Lengqiu's body. He thought he could get close enough to smell it while picking up the chopsticks, but he only realized after picking up the chopsticks that although they seemed to be right next to Wang Lengqiu's feet, they were actually some distance away.

He sniffed, but couldn't smell any fragrance. Just as he was hesitating whether to move closer, he saw Wang Lengqiu's straight legs, pressed together, tilting towards him.

He was taken aback at first, then quickly seized the opportunity to take a deep breath, and then frowned slightly—Wang Lengqiu did indeed have a fragrance, but it was somewhat different from the scent on his bed. It was similar, but not the same.

If only we could get a little closer… he thought.

Just as this thought crossed his mind, he saw Wang Lengqiu's leg tilt towards him again, about to press down on his face.

Han Zhou was startled, wondering when he had gained the ability to make his wishes come true. Suddenly realizing something, he looked up and saw that Wang Lengqiu had lowered her head and was silently looking at him with a somewhat puzzled expression.

Their eyes met, and the atmosphere suddenly became somewhat awkward.

Han Zhou felt a chill run down his spine. The thought that he had just been breathing heavily into Wang Lengqiu's legs likely came as a huge embarrassment to him.

Fortunately, Wang Lengqiu didn't make a fuss, otherwise he would definitely have been labeled a "pervert" today. Seeing his worried expression, the girl was not angry at all. Instead, she carefully moved her leg towards him, as if she thought that this would make him happy.

Are you an angel...?

Han Zhou was in a complicated mood and dared not linger under the table. Otherwise, not only would others be suspicious, but Mo Yixia would definitely notice something was wrong. So he calmly got up and placed the chopsticks in front of Wang Lengqiu without changing his expression.

"Thank you," Wang Lengqiu said softly, without saying anything else.

I should be thanking you...

Han Zhou muttered to himself, but his face remained impassive as he said, "You're welcome."

Although it was a little embarrassing, he had finally confirmed one thing—the scent on Wang Lengqiu did not match the third scent left on his bed.

Now that Ouyang and Wang Lengqiu have been ruled out as suspects, only three people remain: Xiao Xiaoxiao, Zhong Ling, and Zhong Yin.

Considering Zhong Yin's terrible temper, Han Zhou decided to use the process of elimination, only checking the scents on Xiao Xiaoxiao and Zhong Ling. If both of them were ruled out, then the fragrance on the bed could only be left by Zhong Yin.

So after lunch, he volunteered to go to the kitchen to wash the dishes, and it just so happened that Zhong Yin and Zhong Ling were washing the dishes with him.

He was a little worried. He didn't know why, but Zhong Yin had been on guard against him ever since he entered the kitchen, not giving him any chance to get close to Zhong Ling, let alone check her scent.

Han Zhou was in a bad mood, but he could guess the reason. It was probably because Zhong Yin had seen him sniffing Teacher Ouyang's scent not long ago and suspected that he had some kind of perverted fetish, which was why he was so wary of him.

However, he soon realized that he had guessed wrong.

Suddenly, Zhong Yin, who was washing dishes, asked, "Han Zhou, did Xiao Ling go to your room last night?"

Upon hearing this, not only Han Zhou but also Zhong Ling was taken aback, looking at Zhong Yin with confusion, clearly not knowing why her sister would ask such a question.

She didn't remember going to her junior's room last night. Although she had a vague recollection of it, it felt more like a dream than reality.

"Sister Yin, what do you mean by this?"

Han Zhou looked puzzled. Of course he knew that at least three people had entered his room last night, but apart from Gu Zheng and Mo Yixia, he couldn't confirm the identity of the third person. He was very curious as to why Zhong Yin was so sure that Zhong Ling had come to his room.

Moreover, according to his observation, everyone in the villa should have lost their memory of last night, because he had subtly questioned Guzheng, who insisted that she had never been to his room last night. Although her answer was somewhat guilty, if she had really done it and had a memory of it, Guzheng would not deny it to the death.

Not only that, he also asked Mo Yixia if she remembered what happened last night, and Mo Yixia gave the same negative answer.

If everyone has lost their memories of last night, then why would Zhong Yin remember that Zhong Ling went to his room?
Seeing that Han Zhou and his sister both looked puzzled, Zhong Yin didn't keep them in suspense. He wiped his hands with a towel, took out a slip of paper from his pocket, and handed it to Zhong Ling.

Zhong Ling glanced at the note, a look of confusion gradually appearing on her face, and handed it to Han Zhou.

Han Zhou took the note and saw a line of neat, small characters on it.

"Sister, I accidentally took my phone and my junior's phone by mistake. I'm going to return them now and I'll be back soon, don't worry."

"This note is..."

“This is my handwriting.” Zhong Ling, who was beside her, asked in confusion, “But I don’t remember going to your room last night, nor do I remember writing a note like this.”

“I don’t remember you coming to my room either.” Han Zhou frowned slightly. “But if the contents of the note are true, and I only had my own phone by my bedside when I woke up this morning, it proves that you did come to my room last night to change your phone.”

Zhong Yin looked at Han Zhou suspiciously: "You really don't remember anything?" Han Zhou looked puzzled and asked in return: "Should I remember?"

Judging from Zhong Yin's tone, it was as if he knew something.

Zhong Yin scrutinized his expression and said, "When I woke up this morning, I found that the door to my room was not locked, but I clearly remember locking it before I went to bed last night. And last night I was the one sleeping inside and Xiao Ling was the one sleeping outside, but when I woke up this morning I found that I was sleeping on the outside."

“I asked other people, and they all said that the doors that were locked last night were inexplicably opened this morning.”

Han Zhou was taken aback for a moment, but quickly understood what Zhong Yin meant: "You don't mean to say that I opened your room door, do you?"

He wasn't angry, because upon closer reflection, it didn't seem impossible—

He recalled the time he stayed at a hotel with Zhong Ling and others during the last heavy rain.

Everyone suddenly collapsed in the room at the same time. When they woke up, just like today, they had no memory of what happened before they collapsed.

Last night was also filled with strong winds and heavy rain, similar to the last time, and it's not impossible that the same thing could happen again.

If last night's situation was the same as last time, is it possible that everyone actually fainted in the same place this time—for example, at the same time in his room?

In order to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, I carried everyone back to their rooms one by one. Since I didn't know how everyone slept at night, I might have mixed up their positions on the bed. And since I was leaving the room, I couldn't lock everyone's room door, which led to this situation.
Han Zhou thought about it carefully and felt that although the guess was reasonable, it also had many problems. For example, everyone was clearly unconscious last time, so why was he able to escape this time? And even if he really wasn't unconscious this time, why did he still lose all his memories?
Considering his dwindling points, he thought this situation might need to be combined with the previous unfinished building incident and the hotel coma incident, but then he couldn't quite figure out the cause and effect.

Seeing that Han Zhou immediately reflected on his actions, Zhong Yin was stunned for a moment, then said somewhat helplessly, "That's not what I meant. I just wanted to ask if you locked your room door last night."

Although she had some reservations about Han Zhou's scumbag behavior, her trust in him wasn't that weak.

Han Zhou was still deep in thought when he heard this, and shook his head: "No, I didn't lock the door last night."

"Then it seems that Xiaoling did indeed enter your room," Zhong Yin said thoughtfully.

Han Zhou was somewhat surprised and asked curiously, "Sister Yin, don't you find it strange at all?"

"What's weird?"

"Of course, it's because we inexplicably lost our memories. Don't you find that strange? Why do I feel like you accepted it so easily?"

This wasn't the first time he'd experienced something like this, and with the status bar acting as a "buffer," he was able to ignore it. But Bank of China's reaction was far too calm.

Zhong Yin was taken aback upon hearing this: "Now that you mention it, it's true..."

If Han Zhou hadn't said anything, she wouldn't have realized that she seemed a little too calm. It was clearly such an unbelievable thing as collective amnesia, but she didn't find it strange at all, as if she had... experienced something even more unbelievable.

She turned to look at Zhong Ling and asked, "Xiao Ling, do you remember anything?"

Zhong Ling shook her head.

"It's okay if you don't remember."

Zhong Yin smiled and then turned her gaze to Han Zhou, "You don't seem to find it strange at all either?"

"I just have a strong ability to learn," Han Zhou casually replied.

Zhong Yin didn't think much of it and frowned, saying, "Could it be related to the ghost that Teacher Ouyang saw last night?"

"That's unlikely..."

Han Zhou still believes that ghosts do not exist in this world, and even if they do, they do not have the ability to erase memories.

The three of them discussed in the kitchen for a long time, but unfortunately they couldn't come to a conclusion. Zhong Ling suggested that they review what happened last night together, but Zhong Yin rejected the idea, saying that others might not have the same capacity to accept it.

But in Han Zhou's view, Zhong Yin seemed more worried about what bad things might happen after everyone's memories returned, and repeatedly emphasized that these words spoken in the kitchen should not be spread, otherwise they would bear the consequences.

He always felt that those words were spoken specifically to him.

However, considering the scents of Mo Yixia, Guzheng, and the other girl on the bed, he felt it was better not to let everyone regain their memories of last night. His intuition told him that once everyone regained their memories, he would be the first one to suffer.

He did find something in the kitchen, though: he managed to smell the scents on Zhong Yin and Zhong Ling. However, without exception, none of them matched the third scent on the bed. Therefore, according to the elimination method, the scent could only be that Xiao Xiao had left behind.

However, just to be on the safe side, Han Zhou decided to go and confirm it himself.

When I left the kitchen, Xiao Xiaoxiao was sitting on the steps outside the villa, basking in the sun, her hands supporting her chin as she gazed into the distance, lost in thought.

Why didn't you sleep in a little longer today?

Han Zhou walked over to Xiao Xiaoxiao and saw that she had a thick newspaper under her bottom. Without any hesitation, he gestured for her to make room for him and then sat down next to the girl.

Xiao Xiaoxiao glanced at him sideways: "Do you think everyone is like you, a lazy bum? You even had the nerve to lecture me that the early bird catches the worm."

"The early bird catches the worm."

Han Zhou, with his thick skin, flexibly adjusted his bottom line, saying, "Life is so stressful these days, it's necessary to sleep in occasionally."

"cut."

Xiao Xiaoxiao didn't really want to talk to him.

The sky after the rain was very blue, and the clouds drifted slowly, changing into all sorts of patterns. The sunlight lazily shone on me, seemingly on strike and offering no warmth whatsoever. The air was filled with the fresh scent of earth, and a refreshing fragrance wafted into my nostrils.

It wasn't Xiaoxiao's scent either...

Han Zhou frowned slightly, lost in thought.

On a winter afternoon, time seems to pass very, very slowly.

Neither of them spoke, each lost in their own thoughts as they gazed at the white clouds in the sky.

(End of this chapter)