Rong Xingyu blinked his eyes as if pondering the aning of Ding Yixin’s words.
Suddenly, it was as though Rong Xingyu had thought of sothing.
His eyes widened slightly.
Rong Xingyu took the phone and typed the na "Rong Zhihao" into the browser, the school’s official website, and even the school forum, one by one.
But what Rong Xingyu did not expect was that even when a bit of related information finally popped up, the person involved was no longer the Rong Zhihao he knew.
"That can’t be possible..." Rong Xingyu murmured softly. "How could there be nothing?"
Even if other places had nothing, the school’s official website and forum definitely should have had sothing.
Rong Xingyu clearly rembered that Rong Zhihao had once won a second prize in a competition and that the announcent had been posted together with his own na on the school’s official website for a long ti.
So why couldn’t it be found now?
Rong Xingyu’s fingers suddenly paused.
He then found that old announcent and saw his own na on it.
However, after reading the announcent from beginning to end and flipping back and forth repeatedly, Rong Xingyu still could not find the three characters "Rong Zhihao" anywhere.
And the second prize for that competition... There was no longer a second prize winner listed this ti?!
Rong Xingyu’s heart sank with a jolt.
He then opened his photo album and searched for their class group photos from their second year of high school.
There were many group photos of Rong Xingyu’s class, ones taken during the sports et, during the school anniversary celebrations, and when they went camping together...
But as Rong Xingyu flipped through the photos one by one, his heart gradually sank.
At that ti, Rong Zhihao had not yet gone abroad to recuperate his health.
So why was there no trace of Rong Zhihao in any of the group photos at all???
Rong Xingyu suddenly felt a chill creep over him and a wave of cold spread along his back.
How could a perfectly good person just vanish into thin air like this???
Seeing Rong Xingyu’s face turn slightly pale, Ding Yixin could not help but sigh.
He reminded Rong Xingyu from the side, "Yuyu, don’t forget, he was just a fabricated character to begin with."
Rong Xingyu: "!"
That single sentence struck him like a sudden enlightennt and clearing away his confusion in an instant.
He really seed to have beco stupid!
How had he suddenly forgotten that he was living in the world of a novel, where all kinds of bizarre things could happen?
Putting it that way, Rong Zhihao who is disappearing out of thin air... actually felt oddly normal, no, wait, that wasn’t right either!
Rong Xingyu shook Ding Yixin’s hand.
"What exactly is going on? Hurry up and tell ."
He was going to die of curiosity.
And moreover, Rong Xingyu had a faint intuition that this matter absolutely could not be unrelated to Ding Yixin.
Sure enough, Ding Yixin admitted it next.
It turned out that back then, of all the energy he had plundered from the taskers, the majority had been used to maintain the operation of this small world, while another portion had been used to correct the world’s settings, such as Rong Xingyu’s blood relations.
However, the remaining energy was insufficient to reverse ti and save Rong Xingyu’s parents.
But just like a butterfly flapping its wings and triggering a tornado two weeks later in another place.
Unexpectedly, the character Rong Zhihao disappeared as a result.
"Calling it disappearance isn’t entirely accurate. He may now be living sowhere in the world under a different identity."
Ding Yixin gently rubbed Rong Xingyu’s hair and said in a low voice.
"Ah!" Rong Xingyu opened his mouth and let out a sigh that didn’t carry much aning. "So that’s how it is."
Speaking of Rong Zhihao, he actually did make Rong Xingyu feel rather wistful.
After all, without a god’s-eye view, from Rong Zhihao’s perspective, Rong Xingyu really was the one who had been forced to "steal" more than ten years of his privileged life.
Even if Rong Zhihao could rationally understand that Rong Xingyu was innocent in this whole "real and fake young master" affair, emotionally, it was inevitable that he would harbor resentnt toward Rong Xingyu.
How could one possibly demand that Rong Zhihao completely not mind and peacefully coexist with Rong Xingyu like this?
Therefore, Rong Zhihao’s attitude all along, and even the various little sches he pulled behind the scenes, were things Rong Xingyu never really took to heart.
However, being able to understand it did not an that Rong Xingyu was so saintly as to pretend that all of Rong Zhihao’s previous underhanded maneuvers had never existed.
It was just that, in reality, those actions had not actually caused Rong Xingyu any real harm.
Now that Rong Zhihao could have a life of his own, then Rong Xingyu could only hope that from now on, he would cherish it properly.
"Mm?" Rong Xingyu’s train of thought was suddenly interrupted.
Because Ding Yixin used one hand to pinch his cheek.
As a result, Rong Xingyu’s mouth was forced into the shape of a little duck’s beak.
He blinked his eyes a few tis and looking at Ding Yixin in confusion, wanting to ask what Ding Yixin was doing.
But because his cheek and mouth were both being pinched, Rong Xingyu could only make muffled, indistinct sounds: "You ＃＄％^@?"
Rong Xingyu: "..."
He could only use his eyes to question what Ding Yixin ant by this.
Ding Yixin did not let go. Instead, while maintaining that posture, he leaned down and kissed Rong Xingyu’s uniquely shaped "little duck beak."
Rong Xingyu’s eyes widened slightly as he looked at Ding Yixin’s magnified features. "Mm mm?"
One kiss was not enough.
Ding Yixin’s lips left for only a brief instant before landing on Rong Xingyu’s lips again.
This repeated several tis, and on the final ti, Ding Yixin did not let Rong Xingyu off.
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