Chapter 3227 — "You..." Yu Xiaoke Finally Summoned Up the Courage to Say All That, but the Man Seemed Not to Have Noticed at All

"Xiaoke, from now on you ought to pay a little attention to your appearance. Nothing extravagant, of course—ordinary casual clothes will do." Wei Zhao did not press her again on what she had just said; he simply went on talking as though nothing had happened.

"Oh..." Yu Xiaoke truly lacked the courage to repeat what she had said. She stamped her foot in frustration. Fine, then—if you didn't hear it, that's not my fault. I'll just go on liking Male Thief instead. If you're willing to be played for a fool, that's your business! Hmph!

At last Yu Xiaoke found a reason to keep being bad: whose fault was it that Wei Zhao hadn't heard her?

Wei Zhao led Yu Xiaoke all the way to the commercial street. He avoided the expensive department stores and headed instead for the night market there. The clothes on offer were stylish enough, and the prices were not high.

Bringing Yu Xiaoke to a stall, Wei Zhao prepared to pick out some clothes for her—but the stall owner glanced at him and said, "Brother, you're back again?"

Wei Zhao was briefly taken aback. Was this some sales trick common to clothes stalls? He paid it no mind. Plenty of hotels did the same: you walk in for the first time and the waiter says "welcome back"—just a marketing gimmick.

"Hey, brother, you've forgotten me?" Seeing no reaction from Wei Zhao, the stall owner pressed on relentlessly. "Don't you remember? Last year you bought a dress from my stall?"

"Me?" Wei Zhao pointed at himself in astonishment. "Bought a dress from you?"

"That's right! Don't you remember? You even said the year before that the two of us went to pick up stock together, over at Old Zhang's! You told me you used to run a stall at the night market south of the bridge!" The stall owner nodded with perfect certainty. "You also told me your wife was about to give birth!"

"Boss... have you mistaken me for someone else?" Wei Zhao genuinely could not recall ever having dealings with a stall owner on this night market street. And when had he ever run a stall south of the bridge?

"How could I?" The stall owner, bored stiff from keeping his stall alone day after day, had finally run into an acquaintance and wanted to chat a while to pass the time, so he kept at it. "Don't you remember? There was a very pretty girl in a school uniform standing nearby—said she ran a stall in the snack street over there?"

"A stall in the snack street?" Wei Zhao was all the more baffled.

"That's right, a really pretty girl. Later I even asked around specially—Tang Zhi, she was called, the school beauty of No. 1 High... oh, no use telling you, you wouldn't know her. What I mean is, you still haven't remembered?" The stall owner chattered on without end.

Tang Zhi? The moment Wei Zhao heard that name, his heart gave an inexplicable lurch, and somewhere in his memory something seemed to be stung, throwing up a few scattered, broken fragments of images!

It seemed... he really had crouched before this very stall, haggling with this very stall owner, and at his side there really had stood a young girl... but the impression was blurred. He could not remember her face—could not even be sure whether he had truly been haggling at all!

It was only a broken fragment of memory, yet it set Wei Zhao's breathing quickening.

Had he... really been here? Really said those things to this stall owner? Then why could he not remember any of it? And Tang Zhi was the school beauty of No. 1 High? He himself had gone to No. 1 High—so how was it he had no memory of anyone named Tang Zhi?

Had part of his memory vanished, or had the stall owner truly mistaken him for someone else? In that moment Wei Zhao himself grew uncertain!

After all, a single shattered fragment flashing past proved nothing. According to one survey, many people in a strange place they have never visited will suddenly have the notion flash through their minds that they have been there before—as though they had seen it in a dream.

He did not know what caused that sense of familiarity, but Wei Zhao knew such a phenomenon existed, and so for the moment he could not be sure either way...

Yu Xiaoke, standing nearby, did not know the truth of it and assumed the owner was simply trying to drum up business by feigning familiarity. After all, she knew whether Wei Zhao had children or not—how could he possibly have a wife about to give birth?

Wei Zhao shook his head, rose to his feet, and sank into thought... Missing memories... it seemed that at certain times he too would suddenly have the sense that something had happened but he could not recall it!

It was after he woke from the fire poison that time that Wei Zhao first had this feeling. Could it be an aftereffect of the fire poison?

Still, to be certain, Wei Zhao called Shen Yushu.

"Brother Arrowhead, didn't you go to the orphanage? Why are you calling Xiaoshu? Xiaoshu is being a good girl at home, chatting with Han Jingyi!" Shen Yushu picked up quickly.

Although Wei Zhao's enemies had for the time being gone to ground, Shen Yushu had not been kicking up trouble outside as she once did. Since Gu Mengyao's departure she seemed to have matured overnight, and Wei Zhao rarely saw that mischievous, lively Xiaoshu anymore.

True, the way she addressed him and her tone had not changed, but Wei Zhao could feel that Xiaoshu really had changed.

"Now? All right!" The old director answered, then began circulating the mantra of her cultivation method, and at once felt an unbroken stream of true qi flowing from the place where Wei Zhao's fingers pressed her wrist.

"By the way, Xiaoshu, I want to ask you something. The school beauty of our Songshan No. 1 High... is there anyone there named Tang Zhi?" Wei Zhao asked.

Shen Yushu's heart jolted, but her face betrayed nothing. "The school beauty of Songshan No. 1 High—isn't that me and Sister Yaoyao? What Tang Zhi?"

"Oh, I didn't think there was either..." Hearing Shen Yushu say so, Wei Zhao set his mind at ease. The stall owner had probably mistaken him for someone else, or was simply trying to cozy up and get him to buy. So he said no more, casually picked out two garments for Yu Xiaoke, paid, and left the stall.

The stall owner could plainly see that Wei Zhao had little interest in chatting, and wondered to himself—could he really have mistaken the man? Otherwise, why would Wei Zhao answer every question with a blank?

Yu Xiaoke said nothing at all, quietly gathering up the clothes. Wei Zhao's choice to buy at the night market street suited her perfectly! (Yunhai Shuku WeChat yuren22—these next few days Yunhai Shuku will share news of the School Beauty game with everyone, so please follow!)