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"What student? Bishop Shi's student?" Director Fang was the culprit who made Jiang Beiyu a glorious people's teacher.
Although Jiang Beiyu is just an ordinary rich second generation, he is really a little unlucky guy.
Since he was young, he has experienced various natural and man-made disasters such as falling into the water, kidnapping, and car accidents. It is said that surviving a catastrophe will lead to good fortune, but here he only has the next difficulty waiting for him.
Later, when he had a high fever again and was half dead, he met a bald man who looked like a liar. The bald man performed a trick, and Jiang Beiyu woke up.
Although he later thought it was a scam more than once, it was probably because there were so many coincidences that he had no choice but to believe it.
But there is only one sentence left: a dead horse is treated as a living horse.
"No," Jiang Beiyu twitched the corner of his mouth, "It's just the students I met in the exam room."
Director Fang on the other end of the phone pondered for a long time, "Donor Jiang, do you still remember what happened before you came back today? If you remember, describe it to me."
Hearing this, Jiang Beiyu recalled it carefully.
"It gets dark pretty fast today," he suddenly said for no reason, "You can't see the road before seven o'clock. That student is quite interesting. He answers whatever he asks."
Jiang Beiyu paused and suddenly added, "She has very good taste."
Host Fang: ""
"Donor Jiang, look out the window now. Is it dark now or will it be darker when you come back?"
Jiang Beiyu glanced at it and replied casually: "Of course it's brighter now, and you don't even look at how many street lights there are outside my place."
After he said this, he was suddenly stunned for a moment.
That's right.
Street lights.
Logically speaking, the road he was walking on tonight was equipped with street lights. Usually they would be lit up before it got dark. Why was it so dark tonight?
But the second half of the journey was not like this. He had a very clear impression in his mind. He knew that he drove the students home, drove back from there, and then walked into his residence.
He would have a similar impression of any kind of car he encountered on the road.
Jiang Beiyu originally didn't think there was anything wrong. His memory was very good, almost photographic memory, but now that he thinks about it, this memory gap is not particularly clear.
"President Fang, do you mean that someone has really tampered with my memory?" Jiang Beiyu frowned.
He naturally thought that the biggest suspect was obviously the owner of this string of beads.
The human brain is a very complex existence, and Jiangbei Yu happens to be the part of the brain that uses it better.
He thought carefully about it, and the scene of this string of Buddhist beads once being placed on a slender wrist came to his mind.
He had seen this bracelet of Buddhist beads on the hand of the student who had been in his car.
There is nothing too coincidental in the world. If it is too coincidental, it must be intentional.
"Amitabha, I think Donor Jiang has a clue," Director Fang at the other end of the video said with his hands clasped together, "Beijing No. 1 Middle School is indeed destined to the Donor. Maybe this string of beads is also the Donor's life, so I won't disturb the Donor's rest. "
Jiang Beiyu frowned, he didn't want to hear such polite words.
After all, it is of little use.
The video call has ended.
Jiang Beiyu thought for a while and took the string of Buddhist beads back to the bedroom. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com