You're my wife, don't doubt it!

This girl, I think her surname is Yu? She's probably the top student in her grade...

"Yes, I sprained my ankle," Xiao Yao said with a pained expression.

"Tell me," Teacher Gong sneered, "how exactly did you sprain your ankle?"

“Oh, don’t even mention it,” Xiao Yao said vividly, “Last night before I went to bed, I wanted to catch my cat and throw it into the photo room, but that rascal—that cat—was so clever. We were jumping around like crazy. Have you ever seen Tom and Jerry? I was like Tom, and it was like Jerry…”

"Alright, alright, alright," Teacher Gong said impatiently, no longer wanting to listen to Xiao Yao's glib storytelling. "Go sit down over there!"

"Okay, thank you, Lao Gong!" Xiao Yao nodded and bowed, preparing to turn and leave.

"How many times have I told you?" Teacher Gong said weakly, "Boys, don't call me Old Gong! -- What are you looking at? The bell has rung, hurry up and line up, line up, line up! You've been through a whole summer vacation, huh? You can't even line up anymore? Three people in a row, three people in a row..."

When Teacher Gong said "go sit down," she obviously meant for Xiao Yao to sit on the grass next to the boys' group and listen to the lesson. After all, physical education class isn't just about exercise; knowledge related to sports is also an important part of the lesson, and this knowledge is indeed different for boys and girls. Unexpectedly, this guy, supported by the cold-faced girl, limped—no, only the boy limped—across the entire playground, slowly walking towards the girls' group at the other end.

Teacher Gong: "..."

All the boys, like Teacher Gong, turned their heads to follow the couple, making a 180° turn.

Then he let out a disdainful sound: "Yu~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~".

"Beep—! Beep beep—!" Teacher Gong shifted his gaze and silenced "Yu~~~" with a loud whistle: "What are you looking at! Stand up straight! Stand up straight! Left and right dress! Forward! Right dress! At ease! Left turn!"

"One, two!" The crowd turned to the left, their voices weak and feeble.

While the boys were being bossed around by their Lao Gong, Yu Luying had already helped Xiao Yao to the lawn next to the girls' line, dropped him off, and quickly returned to the group with her head down.

Whispers and winks rippled through the girls' group. Yu Luying's former deskmate, Zhou Yao, turned her face away and stared coldly at Xiao Yao, or rather, she glared at him.

The female PE teacher, dressed in a red tracksuit, blew her whistle twice and started doing the usual movements of looking forward, backward, left, and right while turning.

After the students had finished their formation and training, the female teacher began her address.

Xiao Yao pretended to be bored, suppressing the pounding of his heart, and looked at another girl sitting three or four meters diagonally in front of him.

The girl had delicate features and a medium build. She was wearing a rather conservative summer sports uniform and small white sneakers. Because she was sitting on the grass, a large portion of her white cotton socks peeked out from between her pink school uniform trousers and sneakers.

At that moment, she was staring blankly at the workbook placed on her lap, biting her pen, and hadn't touched a single word until the female PE teacher finished her lecture.

Looking at her socks, Xiao Yao inexplicably thought of... the scene on the bus to Zhouzhuang? The girl sitting next to him, holding his hand, and pressing it against her ankle.

Time really flies, Xiao Yao thought to himself.

Now that the female teacher has finished her lecture, the next step is to run laps.

Xiao Yao subconsciously stood up, patted the grass off his backside, and instinctively prepared to follow Yu Luying's direction.

Yu Luying stepped out of the group and whispered something to the female teacher.

The female teacher nodded, and Yu Luying walked to a triangular spot only four or five meters away from Xiao Yao and Zhao Xiaomei. She jumped up, sat on the parallel bars with her legs together, and looked into the distance with a melancholy expression.

Xiao Yao secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems this is the only way for now; otherwise, it would be really embarrassing for someone with a limp to be running laps behind the girls.

Who knows, I might even get dragged back by Lao Gong and made to run laps in formation?

As Xiao Yao thought this, he looked towards the direction of the boys' group.

Tao Tianyi happened to be looking in their direction as well, and their eyes met for a second and a half.

Speaking of which, I used to take PE classes with Xiaoxiong's class last semester and the semester before that. Why did it change this semester?

Xiao Yao turned his gaze back to the girls.

He glanced at Yu Luying, who was sitting on the parallel bars in a daze, then at Zhao Xiaomei, who was still biting her pen, and finally at the girls' running lap team.

The afternoon sun shone through the clouds onto the playground, illuminating the track and making the silhouettes of the students running laps clearly visible.

Shen Jie was running in the first few rows. Her running posture was graceful, and her arms swung naturally.

Xiao Yao withdrew his gaze and walked straight to sit down next to Zhao Xiaomei.

Zhao Xiaomei was startled like a frightened deer, her whole body trembled, and she subconsciously shifted her weight a few steps to the left.

Yu Luying, sitting on the parallel bars, cast a glance at him.

"Hello," Xiao Yao greeted politely and gently.

"Ugh," Zhao Xiaomei said, "Hello!"

Xiao Yao felt that her demeanor was very natural and didn't seem like she was acting.

"Your name is Zhao Xiaomei, right?" Xiao Yao asked Zhao Xiaomei.

"I, I am Zhao Xiaomei." Zhao Xiaomei had already taken the pen out of her mouth. She was looking down, clenching her school trousers at her knees with her fists, and answered in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

"Tao Tianyi is in your class, right?" Xiao Yao continued to strike up a conversation. "Can you point him out to me?"

Xiao Yao had already recognized which one was Tao Tianyi; he was just making conversation on purpose.

“No, I can’t…” Zhao Xiaomei shook her head repeatedly: “I, I’ve forgotten—no, I mean, I’m not familiar with the people in my class, I can’t remember their names.”

That's bullshit, utter bullshit.

"Do we...do we know each other before?" Just as Xiao Yao was racking his brains for a way to start the conversation, Zhao Xiaomei timidly took the initiative to speak.

The girl leaned her head towards Xiao Yao, asked the question, and then immediately pulled it back.

"I know him," Xiao Yao told her with certainty.

"Yes, what's your relationship?" Zhao Xiaomei asked Xiao Yao, "Classmate, friend?"

“You are my suitor,” Xiao Yao told her truthfully.

"Are you one of my suitors?" Zhao Xiaomei asked curiously.

“You are my suitor,” Xiao Yao corrected her.

Zhao Xiaomei glanced at Xiao Yao's face again with an expression that was... extremely difficult to describe: "Impossible. You're lying."

What do you mean by looking at my face first before saying that? That's incredibly insulting!

"Fine, don't believe me then," Xiao Yao shrugged. "You can ask people at school, people in your class, and you'll know immediately—my name is Xiao Yao."

“Li Xiaoyao?” Zhao Xiaomei was taken aback.

“There’s no Li, only Xiao Yao.” Xiao Yao said, “When did you get amnesia? Did you get hit on the head by a car during summer vacation?”

Zhao Xiaomei fell silent.

Keep acting, keep writing, I'm waiting online.

"You, you, did I really pursue you?" After a few dozen seconds, Zhao Xiaomei leaned over again and asked, her face flushed.

“I told you to ask your classmates, everyone knows,” Xiao Yao said.

“I, I, I don’t know any of them. I’ve forgotten them all,” Zhao Xiaomei said sincerely.

Huh? Is this really amnesia?

Xiao Yao's mindset fluctuated between "belief" and "disbelief".

"When did your most recent memory end?" Xiao Yao asked Zhao Xiaomei.

"First...second year of junior high," Zhao Xiaomei hesitated for a moment before telling Xiao Yao.

"Then can you still do your homework? Can you even manage it?" Xiao Yao's gaze fell on the homework book on her lap.

"I just can't make it." Zhao Xiaomei looked like she was about to cry. "I don't know what to do now."

"You...you..." Xiao Yao had many questions he wanted to ask her, but for a moment he didn't know where to begin.

Where are her parents? Where are her relatives? Has no one looked for her during the time she's been missing? Has no one told her what happened these past few years? What's it like to suddenly jump from the second year of junior high to the second year of senior high? Did she wake up one morning to find that several years had passed? Or did she hit her head and pass out? Did she not speak to any of her classmates at school today?

"So, did I win you over? Did anything happen between us?" Zhao Xiaomei covered her face with her notebook and asked again.

"It seems you really care about this issue," Xiao Yao thought.

"I didn't catch him," Xiao Yao said truthfully.

"Oh, that's alright." Zhao Xiaomei put down her homework and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Damn it, this is too much!" Xiao Yao started to get angry.

"I...I didn't mean that!" Zhao Xiaomei seemed to finally realize her rudeness, waving her hands repeatedly: "I...I..."

“Sigh, forget it,” Xiao Yao said. “Why should I argue with a junior high student?”

"How... how did I pursue you?" Zhao Xiaomei covered her face with her notebook again.

Xiao Yao gave her a meaningful look, but unfortunately she couldn't see it.

“I… I just wanted to,” Zhao Xiaomei explained in a low voice, “I… I can’t keep locking myself away like this anymore. I should get to know the people I’ve met over the years, listen to their stories about us, and maybe… it might help me remember something… Yes, it was Mei, Teacher Mei just told me!”

Ms. Mei, the principal and only counselor at St. Francis High School, was there for a period when Xiao Yao, a first-year high school student, would visit her once a week when he was unhappy.

However, given her posture level... you still need professional treatment from the experts at No. 600 Wanping North Road.

"We actually met..." Xiao Yao told Zhao Xiaomei, "We met near the end of the second semester of our first year of high school, at a wonton shop called Qianlixiang in Fujian."

"Huh?" Zhao Xiaomei said in disbelief, "You're lying to me, I hate eating wontons the most."

Xiao Yao: "..."

"Go on," Zhao Xiaomei urged.

"If you don't believe me, what's the point of me saying anything?" Xiao Yao feigned indifference.