I don't believe it, you lied [Quick Transmigration]

He Yang felt that this person looked familiar, and he just remembered when he heard him speak. He went to the corridor of Lao Yang's office to ask him for the way.

"What a coincidence." He Yang sat down opposite, broke apart the disposable chopsticks to stir the noodles, and asked casually, "Do you also like the beef noodles here?"

"Yes, I like it."

The boy looked a bit cramped and seemed not good at dealing with strangers. He Yang noticed this and consciously buried himself in eating noodles, and the two of them had no other communication.

After paying the bill, He Yang was about to leave when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a golden bookmark dropped from the seat he was sitting on just now. The workmanship is exquisite, and it should have fallen out of the boy's book.

He Yang picked up the bookmark, looked around but found no one, but when he looked up, he met Lao Yang who had just left school, he looked away as if nothing had happened, and ran away.

"stop--"

Lao Yang was still in a daze at first, but when he saw this, he reacted immediately, and rushed forward to grab his collar: "Little brat, didn't you go to the hospital? How dare you fool me."

He Yang sighed, obediently put his arms around him, and seeing this man who was over half a century old was panting after chasing him, he couldn't bear it: "Has Lao Yang eaten? I invite you."

"It's just you who are talkative, give me a class this afternoon, you know?"

"Understood." He Yang curled his lips into a smile, and said in a low voice, "I know it in my heart, I won't mess around for the rest of my life."

Lao Yang was stunned for a moment, and there were tears in his eyes. He turned his head and waved his hands: "Let's go."

He Yang glanced at his cell phone, the lunch break was long, he still had time to go to the secret base.

The location of the secret base is actually not hidden at all. It is in an abandoned warehouse in the family building of No. [-] Middle School. He gets to know the owner well, pays a little rent every year, and arranges it as he pleases.

He Yang took the key from his neck and opened the door of the warehouse. Compared with the old residential area that was full of alcohol, this place was clean and tidy and more homely.

After careful inspection, he felt a lot more at ease. No matter his name is He Yang or Fu Yucheng, the things he owns in this world have not changed at all, and the system has not appeared for a long time. He can treat this place as a parallel world, no matter what. Life always goes on.

Hurriedly rushing back to school, he was still late for the first class in the afternoon, He Yang knocked on the door out of breath, the Chinese teacher standing on the podium was stunned, as if he didn't expect him to come to class.

"Mr. Wu, I'm late for something."

"...Oh, come earlier next time." The Chinese teacher held on to his thick glasses and handed him a paper from the podium: "Go back to your seat."

He Yang took it with a nod, and placed it on the table. His tablemate Sun Yan immediately came over to gossip: "Yucheng, what did you do this morning?"

"Internet cafe, play games."

He Yang made up an excuse casually, which made Sun Yan's heart itchy: "Take this kind of good thing with me next time."

"Look for the parents to take you with them if they don't need it."

"...Forget it then."

After cleansing his ears, He Yang turned his attention to the podium. Teacher Wu is about to retire. If he remembers correctly, this mild-tempered old lady will be hospitalized due to a sudden cerebral hemorrhage in the second semester of her third year of high school, and she will retire early.

"Let's take a look at the paper in your hands. This is the full-score composition for this model test. It's from He Yang, Class [-] of the third year..."

It is nothing new to print excellent model essays to pass to the students of all grades. What made He Yang frown was the name. He grabbed the test paper that was on the table, and the clear handwriting appeared before his eyes.

"This material composition is relatively difficult to understand, the teacher will guide everyone to interpret it first..."

What Teacher Wu said afterwards, He Yang didn't listen at all. He read the model essay "Key" three times, and then pressed his chest, and there was a key that no one knew about through a thin layer of fabric. .

"Follow me to Class Six after class."

"Okay."

Sun Yan didn't ask any more questions, the two of them crossed shoulders and came to the door of the sixth class, called someone casually and asked, "Is He Yang in your class, ask him to come out."

"Did you have something to do with him?" The person who was stopped was the monitor of Class Six. She turned around to look at the class with a suspicious expression on her face, and replied, "He's not here, maybe he was called to work in the office by the teacher."

"That's all right." He Yang lowered his eyes and dragged Sun Yan back. Anyway, they are both in the same school, so there is no need to worry about not having a chance to meet each other in the future.

Before class started, the monitor of class six saw a person walking in the door, smiled and waved: "He Yang, someone came to the class to look for you just now."

"Looking for me?" The boy put down a thick stack of papers in his hand, and walked up to the female monitor: "Who is it?"

"Two boys, one of them is tall and handsome, a bit like Fu Yucheng from class three." The female class leader described happily, and finally said with emotion: "Once after school at noon, I saw him from a distance, really cool! "

"I see, thank you." The boy's expression remained unchanged, and he went back to work on the task assigned by the teacher.

The evening self-study of the third year of senior high school ended at 09:30, the whole classroom was yawning, and there was a sense of lethargy. He Yang and Sun Yan bid farewell at the school gate, and walked home along the street lights.

Near the residential building, the stench of the sewer came oncoming, arousing some bad memories in him. He Yang stood under the moonlight for a long time, then turned around and walked towards the secret base.

I don’t know which households in the No. [-] Middle School’s family building have dogs, and you can hear barking from a long distance. The management of the property is not strict, and the owners don’t care. Some dogs become stray dogs.

He Yang spurned such irresponsible behavior from the bottom of his heart.

He was about to reach the door, but the street lights were not on. It must have been in disrepair, or in order to save electricity bills. Seeing a figure squatting on the ground, He Yang shouted without thinking, "Who?"

The figure trembled in fright and barked a few times.

No, how can a person bark like a dog?

He Yang took a few steps closer, and the person squatting on the ground also stood up, and a white-haired puppy jumped out from under his feet, barking at him.

"It's you?"

Under the moonlight, the boy wearing the blue and white school uniform of No. [-] Middle School was exactly the person He Yang encountered repeatedly in school and noodle shop. He carried a heavy schoolbag on his shoulders, with a smile that was completely opposite to that of the daytime, and said in a relaxed tone. : "What can you do with me?"

He Yang remained silent. Although he had the mentality of remaining calm in the face of all kinds of dangers, he didn't know what to answer at this moment. Tens of thousands of possibilities flashed through his mind, and finally he took the tactic of delaying the attack: "Let's go in first and talk about it later."

"That's fine, but I can't stay here too long, my dad will be home tonight."

The boy's cheerful tone was mixed with a trace of heaviness, and he stared at him without blinking: "Open the door."

He Yang did so in silence, the moment he opened the door, the boy moved nimbly and slipped in first, like a little fox jumping on the bed and rolling, relaxed and comfortable, which formed a huge contrast with the embarrassment during the day.

"No, I'm too hungry, you have something to say quickly."

Before He Yang could speak, the man skillfully opened the drawer, took out a box of yogurt, and said unceremoniously, "Why does it taste like strawberry again?"

"Then what flavor do you like?" He Yang closed the door, seemingly casually indirect, through his observation just now, this person should be very familiar with him, and has been here more than once, but seeing him during the day is extremely abnormal, There must be some secret hidden in it.

"Any flavor is good, but I don't like strawberries."

"Then you're done drinking, too."

He Yang glanced at the empty box in the trash can, recalled what he had said, and asked tentatively, "You said I looked for you today?"

"Isn't it you? During the first class break in the afternoon, our monitor said you came to see me."

"Squad leader?" He Yang frowned slightly, and asked in disbelief: "The girl with the twin ponytails?"

"Correct."

"So..." You are He Yang.

"Fu Yucheng, what's wrong with you, you look so bad?" He Yang jumped off the bed and walked in front of him, his dark eyes were full of worry.

Why?This person has never appeared in his memory, but he acted as if he had known him for many years, and the hazy rainy night appeared before his eyes again, but this time the protagonists of the story became two people.

"Xiao Yang—"

"Wuuu... brother Yucheng."

The boy rushed over in the rain, and hugged the person who was curled up in the corner. The rain mixed with tears flowing down his cheeks, and he couldn't wipe it dry: "Your father hit you again?"

"I hurt so much, I'm so cold..." The person in his arms was sobbing and shivering: "Father is so scary."

"Don't be afraid of Xiao Yang, I'm here." The boy held back his tears and searched anxiously all over his body: "I'm sorry, brother forgot to bring the key, I promise I won't do it in the future..."

The boy's voice became more and more illusory in his ears, and the next moment he suddenly came back to his senses, and stared at the person in front of him with wide eyes. This face coincided perfectly with the child in the rainy night.

"Xiao Yang." He yelled, and then found inconceivably that the name was so easy to pronounce, as if he had called it thousands of times.

Then who is he, and who is Fu Yucheng?

"Brother Yucheng, what's the matter with you, talk!" He Yang was about to burst into tears, so he raised his feet to reach the top of his head: "Take a pat, come back to your soul."

"Pfft, I'm teasing you." He curled his lips into a smile, with a mischievous expression on his face, then took out a golden bookmark from his pocket, and handed it to He Yang: "Did you drop this at the noodle shop at noon?" Yes, careless."

"It scared me to death. It turned out to be this." He Yang relaxed his shoulders, and was not angry after being scolded. Let's go, see you tomorrow."

"Well, remember to take your schoolbag."

He reminded with a smile that there was nothing unusual on his expression, but after the door was closed, all the memories came one after another.

From childhood to adulthood, he needs to sort out all the memories to confirm whether the system has interfered with his thoughts with external force.

A whole night passed, he lay on his back on the bed, his eyes were bloodshot, and finally sifted out a few vague fragments of memory.

The handkerchief handed over after a fight in the street, the fireworks during the midnight hug, and... the 18th birthday kiss.

All the signs indicated that there was indeed such a person in his memory, but why did he disappear inexplicably?

If there is nothing wrong with this world, why would he believe that he is He Yang?If he is really Fu Yucheng, why is he so unfamiliar with this name?Who tampered with his memory?