The perfect game for personalities

It's raining.

The pattering rainwater hit the windows intensively, making a crisp sound, gradually covering the teacher's high-pitched lectures on the podium.

The teacher hastily lectured for half a class, so they had to let them study by themselves amidst the louder and louder thunderstorm.

The sky in the distance became gray and very dark, as if the light was blocked by a hand, and layers of dark clouds poured out like thick ink that could not be melted, covering the classroom with incandescent lights Kind of dark.

Jiang Fei looked out of the window in a daze, frowning slightly, holding the nib of the pen carelessly, and didn't write a word for a long time.

There was a light touch on his back, someone was poking him.

He glanced at the teacher who was sitting on the podium and reading the lesson plans, then turned his head slightly, looked at the back table, and asked with puzzled eyes.

He Qian at the back table looked at him, and quickly handed over a small ball of paper.

A line of words was written on the note.

【Xiao Fei, it's raining today, why don't you come to my house to sleep? 】

He Qian's handwriting is beautiful, clear and powerful, neat and beautiful, and it is pleasing to the eye. The written Chinese homework is often posted in the corridor as a model essay for people to read.

Jiang Fei thought for a while, picked up a pen and wrote down the answer, crumpled the note into a small ball and stuffed it back.

Seeing the [OK] answer, He Qian rolled his eyes happily.

After school, the students went downstairs one after another to go home. Jiang Fei packed her schoolbags and left the classroom side by side with He Qian.

There were fewer people in the corridor, and when passing by a certain window, a row of rainwater leaked in through the open gap, icy and cold sprinkled on Jiang Fei's cheek and exposed neck, which made him flinch instinctively .

Just as he was about to wipe the rain off his face with his hand, He Qian who was beside him anxiously blocked him, rubbing a few drops of cool rain off his face with his fingertips, it was warm and soft.

he asked with concern.

"Is it cold? You wear too little, Xiaofei, and you'll catch a cold."

Before Jiang Fei could speak, the side of his neck felt hot again.

He subconsciously dodged to the side, but He Qian clasped the back of his neck with his palm, and quickly and carefully wiped away all the wet and cold rain marks before letting go.

He reached out to unload Jiang Fei's schoolbag again, took off his school uniform jacket, and wrapped it around him involuntarily, then he frowned, smiled, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, let's go home quickly."

Jiang Fei saw his belly in short sleeves, shook his head, and wanted to return the coat to him.

As expected, He Qian hooked his schoolbag onto his shoulder, put his other hand across, put it on his shoulder, and half pushed and half hugged him to urge him.

"My physical fitness has been better than yours since I was a child. You should put it on obediently. There is a quiz tomorrow. If you get sick, you will have to ask for leave."

He and Jiang Fei are not just ordinary classmates.

They were orphans in the same orphanage, and later adopted by different families, and then they happened to meet in the same class in the same high school, so naturally, their relationship is very close.

Jiang Fei was adopted by a family with an ordinary income. Because they had no children for many years, they wanted to use an adopted son to make up for the regret, but later they became pregnant by accident, so Jiang Fei became a redundant person.

Now his adoptive parents and his family have moved to another city due to job changes, leaving him only the remaining old house to live in, and sending him some money regularly every month.

It was said to be an adoption, but now it has become a sponsorship, but it can be regarded as the utmost kindness, Jiang Fei is very grateful for this.

Different from his experience, He Qian was adopted by a wealthy family.

He Qian has been gentle and polite since he was a child, and he looks outstanding, so he was picked by his adoptive parents and raised as a real son.

Now he lives in a luxurious villa, has a driver to pick him up and drop him off from school, and even the clothes and shoes he usually wears are famous brands.

But even though he and Jiang Fei have become two seemingly different people, after recognizing Jiang Fei, his attitude is the same as before, close and familiar.

"Xiao Fei, we have been good friends since we were young, and it won't change even when we grow up."

When He Qian was a child, He Qian was the big brother in the orphanage. The children liked to cling to him and play with him, but he liked Jiang Fei the same age the most, and it is still the same until now, as if the separation had never happened in the years of adoption.

When Jiang Fei came back to his senses, they had already reached the entrance of the teaching building.

He Qian took out the umbrella she had brought early in the morning from her schoolbag, opened it, and carried him to the school gate.

An umbrella shielded the hustle and bustle of the rainy day, and He Qian smiled and said something to him, leaned very close, and his earlobe was warmed by his warm breath.

Jiang Fei listened silently, and unconsciously stretched out her hands to rub her itchy ears, the tips of her fair ears turned red from rubbing, as if she was shy.

He Qian suddenly fell silent.

Jiang Fei took two more steps before realizing that he was silent, and was about to make a sound when he suddenly saw a student walking backwards.

It was still raining, but the other party didn't hold an umbrella, and he didn't rush to hide from the rain under the eaves. Instead, he continued to walk slowly and nonchalantly. The school uniform on his body was completely soaked, outlining a tall and thin figure.

He controlled a basketball with one hand, and let it go from time to time. The basketball bounced back into his hand on the wet ground. The extremely controlling movements were easy to do.

When passing by, the basketball hit the ground, and the splashed rain left a dark water mark on Jiang Fei's school uniform pants and clean shoes, which was particularly conspicuous.

He Qian suddenly stopped and called out in a cold voice.

"Hey."

His voice was sullen, obviously asking for an apology.

Jiang Fei raised his eyes from under the umbrella, but said nothing.

The silent and handsome face is white, with delicate eyebrows and eyes. In the gloom covered by the rainy day, it is warm and bright white, and it is spotless protected by the umbrella.

The opponent stopped in front of them, taller than He Qian.

His bangs were also dripping water, flowing out from his dark eyes, his whole body was soaked by the rain, giving off a bone-chilling chill.

He bent down slightly, stopped outside the umbrella, looked at Jiang Fei, and smiled with the corners of his lips curled up, but his tone was very casual.

"I'm sorry."

The lazy voice was a bit hoarse, and mixed with the blur of rain, it sounded like winding water marks crawling on the window.

Jiang Fei also looked at him and said.

"It's ok."

His gaze scanned the other person's face, and You Qi stayed in his gaze for a few seconds, and then told He Qian.

"Let's go."

He Qian glared at the other party unkindly, blocked his gaze from looking at Jiang Fei, and then gave a gentle grace.

They left first, and when they walked out of the school gate and turned around, Jiang Fei took a silent glance from the corner of his eye.

The man holding the basketball in the rain was still walking slowly towards the teaching building, his tall figure gradually being swallowed up by the darkness.

The captain of the basketball team, Jogo.

Jogo.

Jiang Fei glanced at He Qian next to him again.

In the warm carriage, He Qian was carefully wiping Jiang Fei's slightly wet schoolbag with a handkerchief, with a handsome profile and a gentle expression.

He Qian.

Jiang Fei leaned back in the chair and lowered her eyes.

This is not the real world, but the spiritual world of his patients.

In the future era of rapid development of the times, it is already a very mature technology to use high-tech means to enable doctors and patients to conduct one-on-one treatment in the virtual world in their minds, so as to cure patients' mental illness.

And Jiang Fei is one of the psychiatrists.

Now he is in the spiritual world of a patient with multiple personalities. What he needs to do is to distinguish the main personality of the patient in each world and dissolve other sub-personalities.

Several worlds have appeared before entering this world, and Jiang Fei discovered that the patient's main and secondary personalities have the same characteristics——

They all like themselves.

Although this troubles Jiang Fei at certain moments, it has to be said that this is also the fastest and most effective way to find out the main and secondary personalities.

Anyone who approaches him and shows enough affection is likely to be one of the patient's split personalities.

Jiang Fei once again wrote down the suspect's name in his mind.

He Qian, Qiao Ge.