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

So she not only wrote it for herself, but also went all out to make it a complete performance. After all, if she just gave it to him privately at home, it would seem a bit like playing house. She had to use the EMS postal system to send it to his class, or personally visit him like this, to make it feel like a complete ceremony.

“You’re overthinking it,” Yu Luying commented. “Is it just you who’s like this, or do all guys like to over-drama themselves?”

"So what's your opinion? What's she actually thinking?"

"She just wanted people at school to stop pursuing her; she was very naive."

"Oh, that's for my sake too," Xiao Yao said.

"as long as you are happy."

Now let's get down to business.

As mentioned before, on Thursday and Friday, Xiao Yao and Yu Luying visited the entire grade and the whole school to try to find commonalities among the victims of "narcolepsy" and analyze whether there is any pattern.

“What kind of pattern could there be?” Yu Luying said.

“Of course there’s a pattern,” Xiao Yao told Yu Luying. “I hadn’t noticed before, but after the person in our poetry club got caught in the rain, I remembered to ask Shen Jie who the person in their class with narcolepsy was. And guess who it was?”

"Stop beating around the bush, just say what you have to say!"

“It’s Wei Sidong,” Xiao Yao told Yu Luying.

“Wei Sidong, Saning, is that? (Who is Wei Sidong? I don’t know him.)” Yu Luying said, “To this day, I think of Xiang Yu, who refused to cross the Yangtze River?”

“What nonsense,” Xiao Yao said, “Wei Sidong was one of the first three people to send love letters to Shen Jie. He wrote her a super long, super long, super long letter, remember?”

“How come I remember? I haven’t seen it before,” Yu Luying said.

"Later, I even wrote him an 800-word letter," Xiao Yao said.

“You must eat too much space,” Yu Luying said.

"See? Did you spot the pattern?" Xiao Yao said, "Lin Yu from our poetry club also wrote love letters to Shen Jie, you haven't forgotten that, have you?"

"What are you trying to say?" Yu Luying stopped in her tracks. "Shen Jie is a witch? Everyone who likes her will suffer misfortune?"

"Ha, ha, ha." Xiao Yao said, "I didn't say that, but the direction is like this, and the clues for both of them are focused on Shen Jie."

"If Shen Jie were that kind of witch, wouldn't you be the first one to die?" Yu Luying said irritably.

“Hmm, that’s a problem,” Xiao Yao nodded. “Is it possible that only those who truly love her will be devoured, while the person I actually love more is actually n…”

"You don't think I'd be happy to hear such glib talk, do you?" Yu Luying said angrily, "I'll tell Shen Jie when I get back."

"Don't take it that way," Xiao Yao quickly said, "It was just a joke, why are you taking it so seriously?"

"So, saying you liked me was just a joke, right?" Yu Luying said.

Xiao Yao thought about it seriously for a moment: "Why don't you just kill me?"

"I want to live a few more years," Yu Luying said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yao seemed to remember something and felt a chill run down his spine.

The two little ones started walking again, heading towards their target classroom.

“Just two people, the sample size is too small, it can’t prove anything,” Yu Luying continued. “I tend to think you’re just being delusional, after all, Wei Sidong and Lin Yu both ate white rice before the incident.”

“You’re right,” Xiao Yao told Yu Luying, “That’s why I need to conduct interviews. I need to verify my conjecture, or at least disprove it.”

"But what's the point?" Yu Luying asked Xiao Yao. "The organization has already intervened in the investigation, didn't you know?"

“I’m the assistant,” Xiao Yao rubbed his lower back. “Isn’t that a form of assistance too?”

As they were talking, the two little ones had already reached the door of Class 7, Grade 1.

“According to my reliable sources,” Xiao Yao said mysteriously to Yu Luying, “Qian Chengbin from Class 7 of the new first year of high school is the first victim of narcolepsy in our school, patient zero.”

"Do we even need reliable intelligence for this?" Yu Luying said, "Anyone can tell you whether Qian Chengbin is among the people who wrote love letters to Shen Jie."

“No,” Xiao Yao said, taking out the painting. “But there was someone who didn’t leave his name, just painted this picture and left a QQ number, acting like a big shot—I didn’t reply to that guy.”

Yu Luying reached out and took the painting.

The simple sketch depicts a boy turned to the side and a girl facing him, also turned to the side. The boy is holding a bouquet of flowers, which, by common sense, are roses.

"It's not bad," Yu Luying said.

“Right?” Xiao Yao said.

Next to the painting, I wrote this passage.

“Quand toutes les feuilles tomberont…”

Yu Luying: "This sounds like French."

"You know French?" Xiao Yao was surprised.

“I’m not sure, it just feels like it,” Yu Luying said cautiously.

"What does that mean? Translate it," Xiao Yao urged.

“I know French, but I don’t know French,” Yu Luying told Xiao Yao.

"weak."

The back of this letter has QQ: XXXXXXXXX written on it.

They even drew two horizontal lines, making it look like they got a perfect score of 100.

Yu Luying looked around and, seeing no teacher-looking person nearby, secretly took out her phone.

Mobile QQ, launch!

“3……3……2……7……”郁璐颖输入了这串9位的QQ号码。

"So, what's your QQ name?"

“Subsequently,” Yu Luying read aloud.

"What the heck is this?" Xiao Yao muttered, leaning closer to look.

“Later, meaning subsequently,” Yu Luying said.

“I know,” Xiao Yao said.

“You know because I know,” Yu Luying said.

"Oh, whatever, do you want to ask or should I ask?" Xiao Yao said.

"Whatever," Yu Luying said after a moment's thought. "Go by yourself."

"Hui, Hui, classmate, classmate." Xiao Yao grabbed the front door frame of Class 7, Grade 1 and called out to a short girl wearing glasses.

"A second-year high school student...?" The girl adjusted her glasses, remaining seated. "Who are you looking for?"

Xiao Yao thought to himself, "Our China prides itself on being a great nation and a land of etiquette. We see a high school sophomore and just say 'High school sophomore'?"

If this happened in Japan, wouldn't people stand up and respectfully call him "Sanbai (senpai)"?

Yu Luying lightly nudged him and leaned in to continue the conversation: "Hey classmate, Qian Chengbing is in your class, right?"

"Yes, he's in the hospital," the little girl said, pouting.

"Hey, we know that too," Xiao Yao said with a grin. "We just wanted to know if anyone in your class knows what his QQ name is?"

"Who would know?" the little girl said. "I don't know."

Chapter 375

2023-11-09

"Hey, we know that too," Xiao Yao said with a grin. "We just wanted to know if anyone in your class knows what his QQ name is?"

"Who would know?" the little girl said. "I don't know."

It was lunchtime, and the classroom was sparsely populated. Some people were taking a nap at their desks. Before Xiao Yao and his companion could get the information they wanted, they were shoved out by the freshmen.

Helpless, the two had no choice but to go to Class 2 of Grade 11 to investigate.

All the way, Xiao Yao complained indignantly about how the world was going downhill, how people's hearts were no longer pure, how morals had collapsed, and how freshmen in the first year of high school didn't know how to respect their elders.

“Alright, you,” Yu Luying said, “you’re still calling yourself an elder.”

Next, Xiao Yao analyzed for Yu Luying the historical reasons why China lacks a proper order of seniority and hierarchy in the present era, and threatened to teach these "brainless post-90s" a lesson in the "collective subconscious".

Yu Luying knew he was just saying things out of anger, so she stopped trying to persuade him and just listened with a smile. Soon, the two of them arrived at the door of Class 2, Grade 11.

This time they were lucky. They quickly found out that Ren Jiaming was from Class 2 of Grade 11. “Subsequently” was his QQ name. At the same time, Ren Jiaming was also the art class representative of Class 2. His painting skills were enough to create such a painting.

"Do you guys know what's going on?" Ren Jiaming's friend asked them anxiously. "We're really worried about him."

"He'll be alright," Xiao Yao could only say, trying to comfort him.

Three of the four puzzle pieces have been put together. Although one piece is still missing, even Yu Luying has to admit that Xiao Yao's reasoning seems very convincing.

After all, finding such clues isn't like solving a proof problem in a math exam, where everything has to be perfectly accurate.

During their investigation, they bumped into Director Lin in the corridor. He looked very worried and seemed lost in thought. Xiao Yao had to call him several times before he finally heard her: "Ah, ah."

"That's really strange," Xiao Yao said, watching Director Lin's departing figure.

“If you were the grade head, and these kinds of things happened one after another in the grade you were in charge of, you would be even more panicked than him,” Yu Luying said to Xiao Yao.

After school, Yu Luying decisively skipped the orchestra activity and went straight to Yu Bo to report the findings of her investigation.