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The bell rang in the sweltering air, and the entire Class 2 of Senior Three instantly switched from quiet classroom mode to noisy break mode.

Lu Ze lifted his head from his arms and blinked his dry eyes.

He had that dream again.

Everything in the dream remains blurry, as if viewed through frosted glass.

He only remembered that there was a girl with pink hair in his dream. Her face was not clear, but her voice was very clear.

She seemed to be urging him to remember who he was.

He wanted to ask her why, but the scene suddenly shifted to a pure white room where a witch was bending down to examine him, her fingertips icy cold as she stroked his head, as if assessing whether his brain was suitable for medicine.

Then he woke up.

From childhood to adulthood, he has been having the same dream.

But each time I wake up, I can't remember the specific details, only some scattered fragments and a vague sense of loss.

Sometimes he felt like he had forgotten some very important person or something.

"Aze, wake up!"

His deskmate, Shen Zihao, bumped him hard with his elbow, so hard that Lu Ze was almost thrown off his chair.

"I heard a transfer student is coming to our class today!"

Lu Ze rubbed his ribs, which were sore from the impact, and looked at him expressionlessly:

"and then?"

"And then? Of course, I want to know if she's a beautiful woman!"

Li Ming, sitting in the front row, suddenly turned his head, his eyes behind his glasses gleaming with gossip.

"I've heard people saying that she transferred from Russia, and she's a girl!"

"Russian girl? I'm not interested."

Upon hearing that she was a burly, strong-looking girl from Russia, Lu Ze immediately slumped back onto the table and buried his face in his arms again.

He prefers delicate young girls, not tough women who can break a tree trunk with a single punch.

"What's wrong? Dreaming about your dream girl again?" Shen Zihao leaned closer with a cheeky grin and nudged him with his shoulder.

Luze did not answer.

His friends all know that he often has the same strange dream, which is no secret in the class.

After all, there were several times when he fell asleep during class and suddenly woke up, blurting out some inexplicable things, which he couldn't hide from anyone.

"I think Aze must be the reincarnation of the Immortal Emperor, who has forgotten his past. That pink-haired girl was his wife in his previous life."

Li Ming pushed up his glasses and solemnly stated his speculation, which even he himself did not believe.

He reads too many novels, so he can come up with all sorts of outrageous ideas.

"If I become rich and powerful, I will not forget you."

Shen Zihao immediately hooked his arm around Lu Ze's shoulder and shook him with a grin.

"roll."

Lu Ze slapped his dog paw away and rolled his eyes in annoyance.

The school bell rang again.

The students returned to their seats, and the classroom gradually quieted down.

The classroom door was pushed open.

The homeroom teacher, Mr. Zhang, walked in, followed by a girl.

"Everyone, please be quiet."

Teacher Zhang tapped on the podium, and only after all the class's eyes were on him did he step aside to let the girls behind him pass.

"This is Bonya, a transfer student from Russia. She just returned from abroad, so please don't bully her."

A low commotion instantly rose in the classroom.

Lu Ze raised his head, his gaze passing over the heads of the students in the front row and landing on the girl on the podium.

She stood by the podium, her silver-gray Roman curls tied into a single ponytail hanging down her back, topped with a dark blue rabbit ear hair accessory with shimmering sparkles that reflected tiny points of light in the sunlight.

Her gray eyes were listless, as if she hadn't woken up yet, or as if she wasn't very interested in anything around her.

She wore several small black earrings.

He was wearing a dark sailor uniform with a blue bow tie around his neck, and a loose light gray coat over it.

She picked up the chalk and wrote her name on the blackboard—Bonya Zaychek.

The handwriting is neat and tidy; the Russian letters are just as beautiful as the Chinese characters.

She turned around, her gray eyes slowly sweeping over the entire class.

Then her gaze lingered on Lu Ze for a second.

"Bonya Zaychek. Nice to meet you."

Her voice was faint, like the wind blowing through the forest in winter, cool and clean.

Lu Ze looked at her, and a thought suddenly popped into his mind—

I know her.

But this is the first time they've met.

He was quite certain that he had never met this girl before.

But the feeling was so intense that he couldn't ignore it.

It was as if they had met somewhere very, very far away.

"Wow! She looked at me!" Shen Zihao exclaimed excitedly in a low voice, shaking his shoulders vigorously. "She just looked at me! Did you see it? Did you see it?!"

Lu Ze was shaken so badly he swayed from side to side, and slapped his hand away impatiently: "Calm down."

On the stage, Lao Zhang was preparing to arrange a seat for Bangya, but Bangya had already moved first.

She picked up her schoolbag, stepped down from the podium, and walked slowly and steadily through the aisle between several rows of desks under everyone's gaze, heading straight for Shen Zihao.

Shen Zihao's breath caught in his throat for a moment.

Bangya looked down at him, her gray eyes calm and unwavering, and spoke politely in standard Mandarin:

"Excuse me, could you please give me this seat?"

Shen Zihao's mouth dropped open, and he froze in his seat, his mind blank as if it had crashed.

He subconsciously turned to look at Lu Ze, his eyes seeming to ask, "What's going on?"

Lu Ze was also taken aback, not expecting her to come over and ask for a seat.

Mr. Zhang pushed up his thick-rimmed glasses on the podium. Although he was somewhat surprised, he couldn't very well reject the transfer student's wishes in front of the whole class, since she already had her own ideas.

He cleared his throat.

"Ahem, um... Shen Zihao, why don't you move to the empty seat in the back? Let Bangya have that seat."

Shen Zihao slowly turned his head, looked at the teacher, and then at Lu Ze, his expression shifting from disbelief to a mixture of grief and indignation.

"Old monster Lu... I'll fight you to the death."

"Quiet! Hurry up, don't delay class!" Old Zhang's chalk flew over with precision, hitting Shen Zihao squarely on the forehead.

"Aww!"

Shen Zihao covered his forehead, packed his schoolbag in grief and indignation, and moved to the empty seat in the back row with many backward glances.

After he left, Bonya put her schoolbag on the table and sat down in the seat that had just become empty.

She put down her schoolbag, took out a textbook from it, and did so naturally and gracefully.

Lu Ze glanced at her profile out of the corner of his eye.

She had long eyelashes, fair skin, a high nose bridge, and clean, sharp lines in her profile.

She opened her textbook, revealing a handheld game console tucked inside, and then began playing the game with complete focus, as if the commotion around her had nothing to do with her.

Lu Ze opened his mouth.

The question, "Have we met somewhere before?" lingered on his tongue for a moment, but he ultimately swallowed it back.