Xu Yaping: "Although this may be unfair to Xu Zhan, his appearance is an accident. This disease is very complicated. If he always exists, it will harm you."

“…”

Xu Sheng suspected that it was not him and Shao Zhan who were struck by lightning, but his mother.

"mom,"

Xu Sheng finally caught the word "Zhan" and stood up in a daze, "My phone is out of power, go back to the room to get the power."

After the phone is charged, the boot interface will be displayed on the screen after more than ten seconds.

Xu Sheng's mind was in a mess and he entered the wrong password several times.

When he clicked, he saw the message from Shao Zhan an hour ago: Your mother found out yesterday that I was not you.

There is another one behind.

-I said I am your second personality.

Xu Sheng: "…✖https:">Fantasy Literature a>_✖"

Aren't you telling such an important thing earlier?

Xu Sheng's eyes went dark.

Before he got home, he thought that the biggest hardship next was to convince his mother, but he never expected that the last task left for him was to make him pretend to be crazy.

What else can he do? He can only recognize himself as a lunatic.

Xu Sheng put down his cell phone and returned to the living room with a tough bullet: "You know everything about Xu Zhan?"

Xu Yaping's eyes turned red again: "I'm sorry, mom doesn't know. I thought it was for your own good, but I didn't expect--"

Xu Shengxin said that I didn't fucking expect it.

Xu Sheng said in a word: "Actually, I don't know Xu Zhan's personality very well... But I think it's not a big problem, so there is no need to go to the mental hospital, right?"

Xu Yaping insisted: "No, I still have to go and have a look. I saw that if this disease does not develop well, the secondary personality will swallow the main personality, and you may always sleep in this body."

“…”

Xu Sheng and Xu Yaping had a series of discussions on the issue of mental hospitals.

Xu Sheng could only insist on the fantasy saying "Xu Zhan said goodbye to him and would not come back." In the end, the two agreed that if Xu Zhan appeared again next time, he would go to the hospital for a look.

Xu Yaping: "If he comes out next time, he will have to go to the hospital."

Xu Sheng experienced the feeling of being a mentally ill for the first time, and he said with difficulty: "...Okay."

Although Xu Yaping was worried about Xu Sheng’s physical problems, she was still curious about “Xu Zhan”: “Can you write even words in the second personality differently? The grades are also different? I have seen his test paper, and he seems to have good grades.”

Xu Sheng didn't know what to say: "Yes."

Xu Yaping lamented the magic of this world: "Drawing also depends on the results of cultural courses. You have lost so many things, and your current results-"

Xu Yaping suddenly had a whim and asked casually: "Can you ask Xu Zhan to come out during the exam?"

Xu Sheng: “…”

This may not work.

When Xu Sheng returned to the room, he felt relieved. He was about to talk to Shao Zhan about what the second personality was about, but turned around and saw that there was something on the neatly organized desk.

A paper star was pressed on the test paper.

The creases are extremely neat, as if they were measured with a ruler, so neat that they seemed to convert the star-shaving project into a standard mathematical formula.

Xu Sheng was stunned for a moment, thinking that Shao Zhan left it for him?

It is very ordinary material and even looks familiar. Xu Sheng took a look again. When he remembered that Meng Guowei always liked to use this kind of paper to let them write some life insights and future plans in class meetings. He always handed in blank papers.

Meng Guowei, life insights and future planning.

After these words were combined, some indescribable wonderful mood suddenly surged up. He put the paper star in his palm and took it apart bit by bit.

Halfway through the removal, several black water-brushed handwriting appeared in front of me.

It's just that it's written too sloppy, and you can't tell what it is just by just these half words.

Xu Sheng guessed the answer.

When he broke it to the end, he was indeed a piece of draft paper cut into long strips. There were three words written in the center of the draft paper: Central Academy of Fine Arts.

My thoughts suddenly returned to summer, and the fan kept turning above my head, and the sun was burning outside the window. After returning from the oasis base, Meng Guowei stood on the podium and said, "Let's keep quiet in this class, write an essay, my dream..."

"In addition to writing essays, there is another special link today, writing down the name of your target university and seeing if you have achieved your goal when you graduate."
Chapter completed!