"Huh?"
Lu Bai froze for two seconds, then realized Liang Fuzhong had gotten the wrong idea.
He knew perfectly well that his previous self had indeed drowned. Otherwise, he wouldn't have come to this world.
Liang Fuzhong had gotten the process wrong, but the conclusion right.
After all, Lu Bai didn't believe his previous self's fall into the water had been an accident, either.
The reason was simple: students at Deathmatch School weren't like students at ordinary schools, who only had to study academic subjects.
The so-called students were actually reserve deathmatchers.
They needed at least passing grades in physical fitness and academics, even if they weren't particularly outstanding. On top of that, they had to learn all kinds of specialized skills.
Including, but not limited to, swimming, driving, and shooting firearms...
They could even take electives in obscure skills like fortune-telling, acting, and magic.
In short, Deathmatch School trained its students to survive no matter what kind of situation they were thrown into.
They might not look like much, but every one of them was a wilderness survival expert.
Given that, drowning after accidentally falling into the water simply didn't make sense.
"There are just a lot of things I can't remember." Lu Bai made up an excuse to brush the matter aside.
He didn't know Teacher Liang very well, so naturally he wasn't going to tell him everything.
Liang Fuzhong patted Lu Bai on the shoulder. "If you have any suspicions, you can tell me. No one would dare lay a hand on a student from our school."
Deathmatchers held high social status, and the reserve deathmatchers still in school were important, too.
In fact, if Lu Bai hadn't still been alive when someone pulled him out of the river, the matter wouldn't have been dismissed so easily.