Xu Mo: "Do you know who I am?"
Wu Jiamu: "My classmate."
Xu Mo: "Don't you think I look familiar?"
Wu Jiamu: "It looks familiar. After all, we are classmates."
Xu Mo took Wu Jiamu's hand, turned his head over, and stared into his eyes, "Don't you think you forgot something?"
Wu Jiamu broke into a cold sweat, "I should remember something, please tell me."
The author deeply mourns for you, and I won't see you off if you leave ヽ(?ω?ゞ)