"Who heard?"

“922.”

Qin Jue took another account: "It's not a book, it's a diary. Both the diary and the mobile phone belong to Zhao Wentu."

You Huo was stunned: "Zhao Wentu?"

"I feel a little regretful. You have already walked away when he rushed over." Qin Jue said: "Otherwise, I can still see him in a clear mind. At least I remembered my name, which is a bit of comfort."

"So he does know you."

Qin Jue looked at the horizon, and the white mist in his breath was hazy at night: "I used to be a candidate with him when I was in the same team as him, but I had no impression of it anymore. So I looked through the diary and tried to recall it."

It was many years ago that Qin Jue was a candidate, and it was normal that he couldn't remember what happened at that time. After all, although he often laughed, he was not enthusiastic.

"What have you remembered?" You Huo asked casually.

"I still don't remember anything in my diary, but I think of something else."

"What?"

"For example, examiner a."

You Huo was still a little interested in the examiner, as if he was waiting to listen to him.

Qin Jue was quiet for a moment and said, "It's just some unpleasant little things."

The author has something to say: Sorry, physiological pain orz, let me put a chapter first, I'll go lying for a while.
Chapter completed!