After leaving the bar, Ke Mei dutifully sent Xia Lin back to school.

On the way, Xia Lin asked Ke Mei tentatively, "Mr. Ke, did you feel anything unusual when you went to the bathroom?"

"What's wrong?" Ke Mei pretended to be at a loss.

"Oh, it's nothing." Xia Lin sighed silently. He began to have some doubts. Before he had a brain tumor in this life, he might have to suffer from hysteria first.

The car stopped at the door of the medical school dormitory building, Xia Lin unfastened his seat belt and said to Ke Mei, "Thank you for sending me back, see you Mr. Ke!"

"Don't leave in a hurry." Ke Mei suddenly reached out and dragged Xia Lin back.

Xia Lin turned around and looked at him puzzled.

I saw Ke Mei leaned over, leaned close to Xia Lin's ear, and said in a very seductive voice, "Would you like to... think about me?

Xia Lin was stunned for a moment, then suddenly wanted to laugh: "Mr. Ke."

"Um?"

"Actually. I'm number 0, pure."

Ke Mei looked at him puzzled: "I see it, so what?"

"Let me think about you... Are you trying to force me to do 1?"

Ke Mei was stunned for a moment, and suddenly became angry: "Where do I look like 0?"

Xia Lin also leaned closer to his ear and said in the same soft voice, "It's disrespectful, you looked so charming just now. A 0 is an absolute perfect score, just a 1..."

Ke Mei was stunned for a while. He thought Xia Lin was a child, but he didn't expect to be an older driver than himself.

Ke Mei couldn't pretend, so she simply stopped pretending: "If you can't be a gun buddy, you can always be a friend, right? I'm very interested in you."

Xia Lin tilted his head: "What's the reason?"

"All my colleagues and friends around me are all straight men, and they don't even have anyone to talk to. It's rare to meet you," Ke Mei said sincerely, "I really want to be your friend."

Xia Lin didn't know how true Ke Mei's "sincerity" was, but his intuition told him that Ke Mei should have no ill will towards him.

After pondering for a while, Xia Lin smiled and stretched out his hand: "I am very fortunate to have such a good teacher and friend as Teacher Ke."

Ke Mei shook hands with him: "Don't call me teacher in the future. I'm not even older than you, so just call me Ke Mei."

Xia Lin got out of the car, watched Ke Mei drive away, then turned and walked towards the dormitory building.

There was a person standing outside the iron gate, and under the dim street light, he could not see clearly.

Xia Lin gradually slowed down. After confirming the identity of the other party, he stopped and kept a distance of six or seven steps between the two.

After so many years, he thought that everything about Song Yan had long since faded from his memory, but when the other party appeared in front of him again, even if it was a vague silhouette, he could still recognize it at a glance.

In four years, Song Yan gradually lost the frizz and greenness of high school, especially the appearance of wearing a suit, which is closer to the Song Yan of the previous life in Xia Lin's memory, but compared to the Song Yan of the previous life. Yan, the man in front of him was a little less gloomy, and his eyes were cleaner and clearer.

Seeing that he was silent, Song Yan couldn't help but took two steps forward and called out tentatively, "Xia Lin?"

Xia Lin completed the psychological construction in the shortest time, and then smiled at him: "Why did you come here all of a sudden?" The tone was polite and alienated.

Song Yan opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but changed his words temporarily: "Me. Our company has a development project in City B recently. I just arrived today, thinking that you are in University B, I happened to be on the way, and I came over to have a look. you."

Xia Lin thought, are you coming to see me or Yu Luotong?

He must have heard the news that Yu Luotong was going to immigrate to the United States, so he hurried back. Maybe he had already found Yu Luotong, but after closing the door, he had nowhere to go at night.

At this moment, Xia Lin's mood has completely calmed down, even though he thought that Song Yan might be the next best thing to come to him, he didn't intend to sprinkle salt on the other party's wound, he just asked lightly, "It's so late, have you booked a hotel yet?"

"Not yet." Song Yan paused, "I don't know much about B University."

Xia Lin looked at the time, it was past ten o'clock in the evening.He sighed and said, "Come with me, I'll take you to find a place to live."