Marry the Third Fool off to Him

Shi Tiexin was pushed onto the awards stage to deliver a speech on behalf of the others.

But as he looked at the jubilant students filling the venue, at the utterly unaware old principal and all the teaching assistants, Shi Tiexin opened his mouth. Yet even with his Rhetoric at the profound fourth level, he could not utter a single word.

Had none of them noticed that someone was missing?

Did none of them remember her?

Her gentleness, her brightness, her concern, her wisdom—everything about her—did none of it exist to them?

Without her, how could this victory have happened? They remembered the result, yet had forgotten the cause?

At that moment, immense sorrow suddenly surged up in Shi Tiexin's heart.

Having gone through something like this again, he was no longer frightened. He was only sad.

In this moment of celebration, one person was missing!

No, I can't accept this. I really can't accept this. Shi Tiexin left the venue. He wanted to find someone—just one person would do. As long as someone remembered Sister Mengmeng's existence as he did, he would find immense comfort.

He found Shi Yuhui.

"Yo, kid, you really did great. You really are the sort who can surprise people. Come on, as agreed, let's write off our debt in one stroke. I'll also take out my First-Class Heavy Strike and trade it for one Martial Heart Zen Seed. No problem, right?"

There was no problem; they had agreed on all of it. But did she still remember that on the day they made their agreement, they had agreed on two things?

"Two things? What else was there?"

Shi Tiexin's breathing sank.

Did Shi Yuhui no longer remember Sister Mengmeng either?

He hoped Shi Yuhui was playing some lousy joke on him, but she was