[Qiangqiang｜Dual vests｜Amnesia｜Double lines between campus and underground]
The evening breeze in September swept over the evening self-study of Class 7, Grade 2.
Lin Wansheng deliberately restrained her sharpness and became an unremarkable ordinary female student; the new transfer student Lu Zhiyan was a much-anticipated top student with outstanding grades and gentle treatment.
No one knows that under the night, they both belong to the secret organization "Jhin" and are partners who can be trusted.
On an abandoned platform in the old city, the two of them uncovered each other's vests during a joint mission, but fell into an ambush carefully laid by the Cangwu organization.
The sound of gunshots rang through the long night. Lu Zhiyan sacrificed his life to protect Lin Wansheng, and was seriously injured and fell into coma.
After the rescue, he survived, but lost all his dark past.
The memory is cleared and the world returns to pure white.
For Lu Zhiyan, there was no code name, no smoke of gunfire, and no sharing of life and death on the platform.
All that was left were textbooks, the court, and an ordinary female classmate named Lin Wansheng in the class.
She carried all the memories of the two of them and pretended to be an insignificant classmate to get close to him who had lost his memory.
The danger has not dissipated yet, Cangwu's remaining party is still watching in the dark.
On one side is the ordinary daily life of the campus, on the other side is the flash of swords and shadows of underground organizations.
His remaining instincts were always familiar with her, but he could not remember the bond that was entrusted with his life.
"I always feel that we should have known each other before."
Lin Wansheng could only smile and lie: "You remembered it wrong."
Those memories that coexisted in the dark night were only guarded by her.
[Reading Guide] Modern fiction, all secret action organizations are private and do not reflect reality; campus and underground lines run in parallel.
Purpose: To protect in the darkness, to meet again in the forgotten