"I have lost my memory!" Xie Qing shouted.
"It's time to change your obsessive-compulsive attitude with a cold sense of humor." Xie Xian shook his head helplessly.
"I really have lost my memory." Xie Qing still insisted.
"I won't be fooled by you!" Lan glanced at him and walked away.
"Brother! You have to believe me!" "I believe, I believe."
Damn cold-humor obsessive-compulsive disorder, search the Internet to find this fictitious disease! I really lost my memory!
"Who would fall asleep in the corridor and wake up with amnesia??"
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A face exactly like his own looked at Xie Qing with soft eyes against the light.
"Hello."
"Huh?"
"Can you explain why 'I' lifted up the school beauty's skirt in broad daylight?"
"How do I know what you did?"
"... I'll kill you, believe it or not."
"You actually hit your own face. I didn't expect you to be such a cruel and shameless person... You actually mean it?! No, no, no, don't slap me in the face!!"
"Heh."