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The Qihang cram school is not far from Qin Ting's house, and it takes at most 15 minutes to walk there. However, Young Master Qin, who still didn't wake up until 07:30 after setting the alarm clock, took a taxi to go there corruptly.

Qihang's place is quite wide, and there are cram schools for all stages from the first grade of elementary school to high school. What his mother gave him yesterday was just a leaflet for a simple high school cram school. The specific location was not written on it. Qin Ting has arrived Afterwards, I still asked a remedial teacher to find the location of the second year remedial class.

The second-year high school cram school is located on the third floor. When Qin Ting went upstairs, he checked his phone. It was 3:[-] in three minutes. There are only eight students in a class for efficient tutoring.

"I. Fuck!" Qin Ting stood in the corridor and quickly called his mother.

When the time at the top of the screen had changed to 59:[-], my mother finally answered the phone slowly: "Son, what's the matter? Have you gone to cram school?"

"It's here! Mom, can you be more reliable? Just take a picture of the leaflet and you're done. There are five cram schools in the second year of high school. Which one did you enroll me in?" Qin Ting said, "I read it. Now, there are only eight students in a class here, why don't you just sign up for one-on-one with me?"

"Class four, class four," my mother's voice was quite calm, "Is it because I didn't enroll you in one-on-one? Which one didn't you leave in the end? Asked one-on-one tutors, which one didn't get angry by you? Alright? Let me tell you this time in this kind of public tutoring place, so don't make trouble for me again!"

"Okay, okay!" Qin Ting hung up the phone.

When Qin Ting walked to Class [-], the make-up teacher had already arrived. Qin Ting walked in and looked at the make-up teacher reluctantly.

The teacher, a tall and thin man in his 30s, also looked at him.

"Qin Ting, right?" The teacher spoke first, "Just find a seat and sit down first."

Qin Ting didn't speak, looked around the classroom, only one seat was vacant, there were only eight sets of desks and chairs in total, how could there be such a thing as casual sitting?

Sitting in the empty seat was a boy with his head buried on the table. Qin Ting walked over and dropped his schoolbag on the table. The boy raised his head immediately after hearing the movement.

As soon as Qin Ting sat down, he froze.

Zhou Yan should be catching up on sleep, looking at his eyes very blurred.

Qin Ting felt very fucked.

What is the fate of this?

Qin Ting took out the book from the schoolbag and put it on the table, and stuffed the schoolbag into the drawer. He is now embarrassed and nervous. After what he said to Zhou Yan yesterday, he didn't know how to face Zhou Yan. , I was also afraid that Zhou Yan would say something embarrassing him next.

But when the teacher had already started handing out self-made handouts, Zhou Yan didn't speak.

Qin Ting, who had been staring at the blackboard for fear of embarrassment, didn't dare to look at Zhou Yan, couldn't help turning his face to the left.

The latter was already lying on the table again.

"Fuck!" Qin Ting turned his face back and cursed.

As soon as he finished cursing, he felt a hand grabbing his arm. Qin Ting's first reaction was that he scolded so loudly?The teacher heard it from such a distance and ran down quickly?

But in the next second, he heard an uncertain voice from his left: "Qin Ting! It's really you!"

Qin Ting turned his head to look at Zhou Yan who was already sitting upright with excitement, he didn't know what to say.

Should it be said: "Yes! Zhou Yan! It's really me! It's me!"?

While he was speechless, he suddenly remembered Zhou Yan's solemn sentence yesterday, "Qin Ting, I will remember you."

Lianhe didn't recognize Zhou Yan in the supermarket like this, Zhou Yan must be... sick, right?

"It's me." Qin Ting thought for a while and chose a euphemistic way of saying, "You didn't recognize me just now, is it... you didn't wake up or you have a bad memory?"

"No," Zhou Yan looked at him and said, "I'm face blind."

Qin Ting was dumbfounded.

He always thought that face blindness only existed in novels, comics and TV series, and he never thought that he could meet such a living face blind patient sitting next to him in his life.

He finally knew why Zhou Yan watched him fight so many times and was in his class for so long but didn't remember him. He also thought to his heart why Zhou Yan Mingming was a loner like him when he had a good time in class .

"So... how did you recognize me?" Qin Ting felt stupid just after asking, and quickly added, "Oh, you only recognized me when I spoke, you must have heard me in the supermarket before. The voice came up to ask me, you remember people by the voice, right?"

"Yes," Zhou Yan said, "Your voice is quite memorable. You have distinctive features when you are irritable and gentle, and your voice is pretty nice at other times."

"Are you... complimenting me?" Qin Ting pointed at himself a little flattered.

"It's telling the truth." Zhou Yan said.

"Then your truth is quite nice." Qin Ting smiled.

Zhou Yan didn't mention what happened yesterday, and there was no embarrassment in his speech, but the current feeling made him inexplicably feel pretty good.

At least it was better than the picture that he expected that the next time they met, the sword would be on the verge of breaking out.

"Why did you come here to make up lessons?" Zhou Yan asked.

"My mother forced it," Qin Ting became annoyed when he mentioned this, "She threatened me! Or I won't come, how about you?"

"My grandma asked me to come." Zhou Yan said.

"Did you do it voluntarily?" Qin Ting looked at him with his chin propped up, "I don't think you are the kind of person who would take the initiative to take cram school, do you?"

"I..." Zhou Yan thought about it carefully, and then said after a while, "I have to."

Last night, after dinner, Zhou Yan and grandma were sitting on the sofa holding half a watermelon and watching TV while eating. Grandma suddenly took out the cram school leaflet from under the coffee table and said that Helped him pay for the cram school.

The fee for the Qihang cram school is very high, and he and his grandmother are still in a somewhat tight situation, so he has to come just for the money.

"Aren't you very upset?" Qin Ting said, spinning a pen boredly, "The most boring thing is making up lessons. It's boring and annoying."

"I don't know," Zhou Yan said, "I haven't made up any lessons, and today is my first time."

"Then you are quite happy," Qin Ting said, "I can't even think about the fear of being dominated by make-up classes in the past ten years."

Zhou Yan didn't answer right away, and it took a long time before he asked a little embarrassedly: "Qin Ting, I saw a sign recruiting salespersons at the entrance of your supermarket, are you recruiting minors who can only work for half a day?"