Terrible news! My deskmate's first chapter is gone!

Chen Xi returned to the classroom early and cleaned it up.

Soon, the first class of the afternoon began.

But Lin Fan never showed up, and Chen Xi sat alone in her seat.

Is he so exhausted that he needs to take sick leave?

It's true that you can't exercise too vigorously all at once.

Chen Xi was somewhat surprised, but not too surprised.

There's a signal jammer in the classroom. I'm going to go outside after class and send a message to Lin Fan to confirm.

Ok?

Suddenly, Chen Xi noticed something very illogical.

Lin Fan's desk was completely empty?

Whether you're a day student or a boarding student, how could your desk be empty when you're a senior high school student?

Moreover, Chen Xi's memory couldn't be wrong. When he left in the morning, he clearly remembered that the room was crammed full of textbooks, workbooks, and test papers.

What's going on?

The strange situation left Chen Xi a little confused about the logic, so she decided to ask her classmates after class.

The first period in the afternoon is math class.

The teacher was Mr. Li, whose full name was Li Jibin. He wore black-rimmed glasses and was a 45-year-old middle-aged man who was also the homeroom teacher.

Everyone says that middle-aged people tend to gain weight, but Teacher Li not only hasn't gained weight, he's as thin as a monkey.

In the senior year of high school, everything that needs to be learned has already been learned. What remains is to constantly review, do problems, and explain problems.

These 45 minutes were the longest class Chen Xi had ever experienced in three years, not because the class was anything special.

It was Lin Fan's matter that made him feel increasingly uneasy the more he thought about it.

The empty desks were one reason, but another was the attitude of the surrounding classmates; not a single person looked in their direction.

And even if someone asks for leave, the teacher will usually let everyone know, right?

This situation is practically as if Lin Fan doesn't exist in the class at all...

Jingle Bell!

Soon, the bell rang, and Ms. Li did not extend the class.

Finally, get out of class ended, and Chen Xi quickly patted the shoulder of the boy in front of her.

"What's wrong, class monitor?"

"Is there any difficulty you're having with your studies that you'd like to ask me for help with?"

"Stop fooling around, class monitor. I have something important to ask you."

Chen Xi said seriously.

The boy in the front row is named Tang Zekai. He is very tall, standing at 190 centimeters, and is the class monitor.

Although Chen Xi is a good student, she is not the class monitor, but the academic representative.

The position of class monitor requires either someone who can keep all the students in check or someone who gets along well with everyone; academic performance is secondary.

Chen Xi barely meets the first requirement, but he doesn't have the same visual impact as someone with such a large build, while Tang Zekai meets both requirements.

It is definitely the innate divine body of a class monitor.

"Such a determined look in your eyes. Okay, I'm not kidding anymore. Go ahead and ask."

The class monitor put away his playful expression and adopted a serious one.

"Where are the books in Lin Fan's desk?"

"The books in Lin Fan's desk?"

The class monitor blinked as if he didn't recognize the characters, and after a moment's thought:

Which class are you in?

Which class are you in?

This answer stunned Chen Xi for a moment:

"Stop messing around, class monitor. What class are you talking about? My deskmate is Lin Fan."

After speaking, he pointed to his empty desk:

"These textbooks were still there before I left after school this morning."

After a few seconds of silence, Tang Zekai raised his hand and placed the back of his hand on Chen Xi's forehead:

"That's strange, he doesn't have a fever."

The squad leader muttered something and put his hand down:

"Chen Xi, where did you get this deskmate from?"

"Don't you always sit alone?"

What!

Chen Xi's pupils dilated.

He had considered countless answers, but never this one.

Today is not April Fool's Day, nor is it my birthday, nor is it Lin Fan's birthday. Class monitor Tang Zekai is not the type to play pranks. What's going on?

In the few seconds that Chen Xi was stunned, Wang Qingqing, the class monitor's deskmate, turned around, clearly having overheard their conversation:

"Chen Xi, what's wrong with you today?"

"Could he be obsessed with reading?"

"We've had some people come to our Rocket Class, but none of them have ever been named Lin Fan, have they?"

Wang Qingqing and Tang Zekai were in a romantic relationship, practically inseparable. In the next instant, Chen Xi had the idea that the two of them would lie to him, though he didn't know why.

But for now, we can only assume this, since how could Lin Fan possibly not exist?

He didn't answer, but turned and walked towards the desk behind him:

"Yan Mingliang, do you know Lin Fan?"

Yan Mingliang is an honest and simple man, the kind who would stumble over his words when telling a lie.

The other person was still immersed in the difficult questions on the math test from the previous class, and without much thought, subconsciously replied:

"Yes, I know him."

Chen Xi's relieved smile had barely appeared when it was interrupted by the other person's next words:

"I often leave comments under his videos, but unfortunately he doesn't know me."

"What? You're following him too?"

Chen Xi sighed inwardly, feeling somewhat disappointed.

It turns out the other person was referring to a Douyin (TikTok) influencer with a million followers; it was just a coincidence of names.

He persisted, asking each person one by one, but unfortunately, he received the same answer from each of them.

Nobody knows Lin Fan!

How is that possible?!

Lin Fan couldn't possibly be a figment of my imagination. First of all, I don't have excessive academic pressure, and hyperthymesia doesn't have this kind of side effect.

Even if it were true, it wouldn't make sense. Everyone participated in many activities together; Lin Fan couldn't possibly be someone he just imagined.

What's wrong with everyone?

Is today some special day that I don't know about?

Soon, Chen Xi's gaze shifted to Teacher Li, who had just finished packing up the teaching materials and was preparing to leave the classroom.

Although he didn't know why the whole class had teamed up to lie to him today, the teacher would never lie to himself along with them!

"Teacher Li!"

Chen Xi quickly stepped forward and called out to the other person.

Teacher Li stopped in her tracks, her expression freezing slightly, a hint of unease appearing on her face.

Chen Xi keenly noticed this scene. Could it be that something happened to Lin Fan on his way back?

Chen Xi stepped forward and stood in front of the other person:

"Ms. Li, did Lin Fan ask you for leave today?"