Without a doubt, this was not normal. Before Wang Congshan's narration, Li Ang's memory of that day was almost nonexistent, but after listening to her recount, the details of that day became vivid in his mind. He remembered it should have been autumn. Wang Congshan was wearing a pink butterfly-shaped hair clip, a blue turtleneck underneath, and a white jacket over it. When they were on duty together, a pleasant scent of milk-flavored body wash emanated from her.
Li Ang was a natural genius, not a pervert; he wouldn't remember Wang Congshan's specific attire from so long ago, nor her scent.
Memories that appeared out of nowhere?
While Li Ang's face maintained a comforting smile for the Class President, his brain was whirring at top speed, considering all possibilities.
A man-made Cognitive Bias Curse?
Meme Pollution caused by supernatural items?
A massive mystical Ritual track?
"Um... didn't the Special Affairs Bureau issue a notice about this?"
