The colors Jing Tian dyed his hair were far more than just seven.

When flipping through his past moments on social media, every few pages he scrolled down, the image of himself would display a different hair color.

He preferred low-saturation light colors, ranging from light golden to sky-blue, and from flaxen to smoky gray. He had tried them all.

His current hair color was dyed about half a month before he lost his memory.

Before that, his hair was a light pink color close to cherry blossoms.

Zheng Xunqian didn’t care about his hair color, he would casually mention it, probably the color that left the deepest impression.

This meant that before that, they might not have been familiar.

At least, Zheng Xunqian wasn’t familiar with him.

This somewhat pessimistic inference left Jing Tian feeling a bit sour.

“No, I remember you changing colors often,” Zheng Xunqian calmly denied, “I recall you often changed colors.”

Jing Tian looked up at him, smiled slightly, and didn’t say anything.

“The first time we talked, your hair color was similar to now,” Zheng Xunqian added, “It seemed like you had highlights.”

Jing Tian couldn’t confirm whether what he said was true, but subjectively, he was willing to believe it.

After a few more steps, he asked proactively, “The guy who used to come to class with me every day, do you know his name?”

This question was unexpectedly surprising, and Zheng Xunqian obviously paused for a moment.

“He… he’s surnamed Yang,” Zheng Xunqian said.

Jing Tian thought to himself, this person really lives in his own world.

They had been classmates for three years, often bumped into each other recently, and even had contact information.

But he couldn’t remember Yang Yue’s name.

Zheng Xunqian was a smart person, with such excellent grades, his memory must be good.

If he couldn’t remember, it could only be because he didn’t want to, not because he couldn’t.

It seemed like he didn’t care at all about the people around him coming and going.

“His name is Yang Yue,” Jing Tian said, “It means ‘happy’.”

Zheng Xunqian nodded, “Oh. What about him?”

Jing Tian shook his head.

Nothing, he just simply hoped that Zheng Xunqian could remember his good friend’s name.

“Well…” He asked Zheng Xunqian again, “When did you know my name?”

When he asked, he almost didn’t hold much hope, thinking that Zheng Xunqian would just casually say he always knew.

After all, he couldn’t distinguish between truth and falsehood for now.

To his surprise, Zheng Xunqian laughed.

Seeing Jing Tian’s confusion, he chuckled and said, “I’ll show you something tonight, and then you’ll know.”

When they returned to the dormitory, Yang Yue wasn’t there, probably rehearsing again.

Jing Tian’s mood was a bit complicated.

Participating in these activities seemed quite tiring. Shouldn’t he have stood up for Yang Yue’s rights earlier?

Today he spent time with Zheng Xunqian again. Would Yang Yue mind a bit? Would he feel lonely?

Having someone who cared about him, treated him well, and praised him was important to him.

After pondering for a moment, he sent a message to Yang Yue.

“Have you had dinner? I’m coming to find you. Shall we eat together?”

After waiting for a few minutes without a reply from Yang Yue, he received a photo sent by Zheng Xunqian.

Opening it, Jing Tian was instantly stunned.

Zheng Xunqian had taken a photo of the title page of the first volume of the Mechanics of Materials textbook.

In addition to the printed font on the book, the corners of the paper were neatly written in ink with Zheng Xunqian’s full name.

But at first glance, the most prominent thing was the two big characters written in a lively manner in the center of the page: Jing Tian.

Jing Tian recognized this handwriting; it was definitely his own.

His own textbook had clean pages, and the one Zheng Xunqian sent was definitely Zheng Xunqian’s.

As Jing Tian stared in astonishment, Zheng Xunqian sent another message.

“Not knowing wasn’t an option for me back then.”

Jing Tian’s face flushed red.

He could completely imagine how he had aggressively taken Zheng Xunqian’s book, written his own name on it, and ordered Zheng Xunqian to remember it firmly and not forget it again.

How arrogant and unreasonable.

Feeling somewhat embarrassed, he typed out a reply.

“I’m sorry…”

After sending it, he received a phone call from Zheng Xunqian a few seconds later.

“No need to apologize, I wasn’t angry,” he said, “Not back then, and not now.”

Jing Tian tentatively asked, “Then what were you thinking at the time?”

Zheng Xunqian was silent for two seconds before replying, “I don’t remember.”

He was lying.

Jing Tian had now roughly figured out the pattern.

Zheng Xunqian always appeared serious, with a demeanor and tone that were inherently convincing.

However, in reality, he would also deliberately conceal things, speak ambiguously, or intentionally lead others astray.

He would never mention anything that could be detrimental to him.

The next morning, Jing Tian finally confirmed that Zheng Xunqian had definitely not been thinking anything good at that time.

When he was awakened by the alarm clock and groggily opened his eyes, his brain was still occupied by the images from the dream he had just had.

In the dream, Zheng Xunqian looked at his books, which had been scribbled all over, with a speechless expression and asked him, “Do you have a problem?”

Jing Tian lay on the bed, staring at the slightly yellowed ceiling blankly, while some images and feelings not belonging to the dream also floated in his memory.

He had spoken loudly that day, trying to appear arrogant and disdainful, putting on a pretentious and flamboyant facade.

But his heart had been anxious all along.

When Zheng Xunqian said those words, he felt a slight pain in his chest.

But he continued to put up a front, extending his hand to forcefully point to his name written on the book, and raised his chin, asking, “Do you remember my name now?”

Zheng Xunqian didn’t answer.

He got up expressionlessly, closed the book, put it in his backpack, and left without a word.

Leaving Jing Tian standing there, biting his lip, lowering his head, his heart pounding, regretting deeply.

Jing Tian pulled up the covers and covered his head.

Since losing his memory, this was the first time he had ever been late for class.

Feeling too ashamed to face it, he lay on the bed with his head covered, pretending to be asleep, avoiding life. Yang Yue, unusually, slept soundly without being disturbed.

When the two of them finally arrived at the classroom, more than ten minutes of the class had already passed.

The teacher for this course was a stern and old-fashioned old man, who rarely smiled and was extremely strict with students. He would include classroom performance in the final grades, affecting the overall subject scores.

The students didn’t dare to be unruly, and the classroom was packed.

Jing Tian glanced around but didn’t find Zheng Xunqian.

Even if he had found him, there probably wouldn’t have been two consecutive seats available beside him.

Jing Tian didn’t want to leave Yang Yue behind, so he casually found a seat and sat down with him.

Shortly after taking their seats, Yang Yue began to doze off again.

This guy was quite addicted to games. He had had some bad luck recently, losing points like crazy, and was determined to climb back up.

But most of his free time had been taken up by the rehearsal for the school celebration program, so if he wanted to play games again, he would have to stay up late.

Last night, when Jing Tian went to bed, he could still vaguely sense the glow of Yang Yue’s phone screen coming from his bed. Who knew what time he finally stopped playing?

Seeing that the teacher’s face was completely darkened, Jing Tian felt extremely worried. He squatted down and held up a book to cover his face, constantly whispering reminders to Yang Yue. But soon, they were both caught.

As the two of them were typical examples of misbehavior, the old man asked them to stay behind after class for a talk.

“Teacher, we have to participate in the rehearsal for the school celebration event later, so we might not have time…” Yang Yue weakly raised his hand to speak.

“That’s your own business!” the old man scolded angrily. “As students, studying should be your top priority. Skipping class and messing around all day, it’s putting the cart before the horse!”

Jing Tian felt bitter in his heart.

Seeing that Yang Yue still wanted to say something, he was afraid that they would only make things worse by provoking the old man further. He quickly pulled Yang Yue’s sleeve hard, hinting for him to endure.

“I suspect these are all excuses,” Yang Yue said as he sat in front of the computer, looking at the endless documents on the list. “This old guy just wants to find two people to do the hard work for him.”

Jing Tian sighed, “Let it go, it’s no use arguing with authority.”

“Maybe he doesn’t even know how to operate a computer,” Yang Yue speculated.

“Look on the bright side, you can use this opportunity to correct your messy homework,” Jing Tian comforted him.

“…How did you know my homework was messy?” 

Jing Tian chuckled, “Just a guess.”

Yang Yue laughed and stuck out his tongue. Then, he obediently opened a document to continue working. Before he could continue, his phone in his pocket rang.

It was a call from Zhao Qinqing, asking when he could arrive, as everyone was waiting.

“You go ahead,” Jing Tian said, “I’ll take care of it.”

Yesterday, when they had dinner together, Yang Yue mentioned that Zhao Qinqing planned to give him a formal makeup trial today to see the effect, and if it didn’t suit him, adjustments could be made in time.

This wasn’t just Yang Yue’s business; many people had specially set aside time for this. He couldn’t keep everyone waiting.

Moreover, he had promised to take a selfie and show him later, and Jing Tian was curious.

“…But then I’ll feel too embarrassed,” Yang Yue said with a bitter face, “I’m completely dragging you down.”

Jing Tian didn’t mind, “It’s okay, if I finish early, I’ll come find you.”

“You just want to see it for yourself!” Yang Yue exposed him and then suggested, “Do you want to ask Zheng Xunqian to help with this?”

“…What do I need him for?” Jing Tian said.

Just as class ended, the two of them were called over by the old man.

Before leaving, Jing Tian specifically glanced back at the classroom, and this time, his eyes met Zheng Xunqian’s.

Zheng Xunqian showed no expression at the time, and didn’t contact him afterwards. Jing Tian didn’t want to reach out to him proactively.

“Give him a chance to show himself,” Yang Yue suggested.

“You should go quickly,” Jing Tian pushed him, “I’ll handle it myself.”

Worried that Zhao Qinqing and the others would become impatient, Yang Yue left quickly.

Leaving Jing Tian alone in front of the computer, staring blankly at his phone.

With assignments from several classes to complete, it was likely that he wouldn’t finish until dinner time if he worked alone.

Should he go and find Zheng Xunqian? If he did, would he be willing to help?

Before making a decision, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind him.

“Senior, what a coincidence!”

Jing Tian turned around and saw Shu Ziqin walking towards him with a smile.

“How do we manage to meet every day!”