有一些問題，你無法確定是否答對，例如，你的朋友中，最沒存在感的，是那一個？

既然是最沒存在感，你如何能想起他？想不起他，你又如何能答得出正確答案呢？

他就是一個毫無存在感的人，並給自己起了一個「透明人」的外號，因為人人視他透明，連外號也沒有人為他改。

讀書時，學號都是按姓氏英文排序。他姓容，總是排最後一個。老師點名時，很多時都點到他之前一個，就無緣無故地停了。他一直認為就算整年不上學，出席率都會是百分之一百，不過，他不敢去嘗試而已。

中五平安夜放學那天，他做了此生最大膽的決定，就是站在校門外，等一個人。

他暗戀她，已經三年了。

回憶起中二那年，那是他與她唯一同級的學年，他坐在她後面。十一月十三日，數學堂，她回過頭來，輕聲問他能否借塗改液。他呆了一呆，慌忙遞過去。她接過，說了一聲「謝謝」。那兩個字，清脆悅耳，在他心裡迴響。

她歸還塗改液時，在上面貼了一個太陽在笑的貼紙，並笑著說：「希望你喜歡這個貼紙。」

他平時木訥寡言，那一刻卻不知從哪兒來的勇氣，低聲答：「喜歡。這個太陽的笑容……和妳一樣笑得燦爛。」

她笑得更燦爛，又說了一聲多謝，就轉過頭繼續上課。

從那天起，他的目光便常常追隨她的身影。可是，始終鼓不起勇氣和她聊天。整年下來，他們之間的對話，加起來共二十八句。每一句，他都記得。

此刻，他站在校門外的燈柱下，終於，她出來了。他心跳加速，一步一步行向前，把一封情信遞到她面前，正想說出演練了超過一個月的表白。但她順手接過信，心不在焉，沒有看一眼，只是繼續向前走，彷彿剛剛接過的只是一張街邊派來的傳單。

他呆呆地站著，感覺到一股不知何處來的冷風鑽進領口，吹進他的心坎。

不久，她轉了校。她有否讀過那封信，還是隨手丟進了垃圾桶，他不知道。

幸好，沒有人拿這件事嘲笑他，因為從頭到尾，根本沒有人留意到他曾經站在那裡，等過一個人，遞過一封信，然後，一切像是什麼也沒發生過。

只是偶爾在深夜，那景象會驟然冒起，像一根針，輕輕刺進他的心，沁出一滴血。那滴血，是他全身唯一不透明的地方。

在工作地點，沒有人會邀他吃午膳。同事的對話，只限於工作，而且不會稱呼他，例如：「處理這份報價」、「跟進剛剛收到的電郵」，像是向機械下指令，一聲道謝也沒有。

他也試過在網路的討論區回帖，無論是多麼熱門的話題，只要他一回，該帖就完。所以，他亦為自己起了另一個外號：T2，即Topic Terminator。

今天較夜下班，他沒有出席中學同學二十五週年聚會，獨自到一間常去的茶餐廳吃晚飯。坐下不到一分鐘，在收銀位置的老闆拉下鐵閘，留下中間的長方鐵門打開，讓客人吃畢離去，但不再接新客。

這間餐廳，他中學時已開始光顧，每次都要伸手攔住伙計寫單，然後叫揚州炒飯熱檸茶。伙計只會問他吃什麼，而不是問他是否照舊，恍惚他是第一次光顧，他也習慣了。

他望向對面的電視機時，看見遠處的卡座，坐著一個少女。雖然隔了六、七年，他一眼便認了出來，就是她，那個在校門外順手接過他情信的女孩。

他心跳頓然加速，低下頭，想：「她會不會認得自己？該不該走過去打一聲招呼？唉，她當年連信都未必看過，算了吧！」

他決定不相認，繼續當他的透明人。

突然，外面傳來喝罵聲，然後有一發槍聲，隨即有兩名拿著手槍、挽著手提袋的漢子衝進來。較瘦的漢子衝進廚房，趕了兩名廚師出來。另一名馬臉漢子，叫老闆關門。

老闆來到門前，突然衝了出去，馬臉漢立即連開兩槍，老闆慘呼一聲，倒臥在血泊中。

馬臉漢關上門，將所有人趕向電視機那一面，和瘦漢子一齊用槍指嚇所有人。

「透明人」看見女孩不知所措，就行過去，站在她面前，轉過身，面向兩名匪徒。

外面傳來警方的聲音，勸告匪徒投降。馬臉漢向外叫道：「十分鐘內，給我預備車子，不准跟蹤，否則我就殺害人質。」

說畢，他就走向「透明人」前，欲伸手扯他背後女孩的長髮，以作脅持。「透明人」情急之下，雙拳向前一擊，把馬臉漢打得退後幾步。馬臉漢怒火中燒，舉起手槍，「透明人」第一反應是向旁一閃以避開他的手槍，突然想起女孩，右腳硬生生踏在地上，作為重心，轉過半身，背向匪徒，全身遮擋女孩。

「嘭嘭嘭......嘭嘭！」

五發槍聲響起，眾茶客及伙記心臟仿似停頓，四週一片寂靜，時間仿似凝結，空氣瀰漫著淡淡的硝煙味，然後就被一陣濃烈的血腥味掩蓋。

原來當馬臉漢連開三槍時，有四名警員剛剛從後門進來，其中一名向馬臉漢開了兩槍，將他擊倒，瘦匪徒則被另外三名警員制服。

而「透明人」仍然站在女孩面前。

你認為女孩

 -（A）記得他

 -（B）不記得他

 -（C）有一個很要好的男朋友

There are some questions you can never be sure you've answered correctly. For example: among your friends, who is the least noticeable?

If they're the least noticeable, how can you even remember them? And if you can't remember them, how can you possibly give the right answer?

He was exactly that person — someone with zero presence. He called himself "The Invisible Man" because everyone treated him as if he did not exist. He even had to give himself that nickname; no one else ever bothered.

At school, student numbers were assigned alphabetically by last name. His last name was Zucker — always last on the list. When the teacher called the roll, they would often stop just before his name, for no apparent reason. He was convinced he could skip the entire school year and still have 100% attendance. Not that he ever dared to test it.

On Christmas Eve of his junior year of high school, he made the boldest decision of his life: he stood outside the school gate, waiting for someone.

He had been secretly in love with her for three years.

He remembered back in eighth grade — the only year they were in the same class. He sat behind her. On November 13th, during math class, she turned around and whispered, "Could I borrow your white-out?" He froze for a moment, then fumbled to hand it over. She took it and said, "Thank you." Those two words — clear and sweet — echoed in his heart.

When she returned the white-out, she had stuck a tiny smiling sun sticker on it. "Hope you like it," she said with a grin.

He was usually shy and quiet, but somehow, in that moment, he found his voice. "I do. That smile… it's as bright as yours."

She beamed even more, said thank you again, and turned back to her lesson.

From that day on, his eyes followed her everywhere. But he never mustered the courage to talk to her. Over the whole year, they exchanged twenty-eight sentences. He remembered every single one.

Now, he stood under a lamppost outside the school gate. Finally, she appeared. His heart raced as he stepped forward, holding out a love letter. He opened his mouth to deliver the speech he had rehearsed for over a month. But she took the letter absently — without even glancing at it — and kept walking, as if she had just accepted a flyer from a street promoter.

He stood there frozen, feeling a cold wind sneak into his collar and pierce his heart.

Soon after, she transferred to another school. Whether she ever read that letter, or just tossed it in the bin, he never knew.

Luckily, no one ever mocked him for it. Because from start to finish, no one had even noticed he had stood there, waiting for someone, handing over a letter — and then, as if nothing had happened, fading back into nothing.

Only sometimes, late at night, the scene would suddenly rise up — like a needle pricking his heart, drawing a single drop of blood. That drop was the only part of him that was not invisible.

At work, no one invited him to lunch. Conversations with colleagues were purely work-related, and they never addressed him by name. They'd say things like, "Handle this quotation," or "Follow up on that email" — as if giving commands to a machine.

Not even a thank you. He tried posting on online forums too. No matter how popular the topic, the thread would die the moment he replied. So he gave himself another nickname: T2 — Topic Terminator.

Today, he worked late. He skipped his secondary school's 25th reunion and went alone to his usual tea restaurant for dinner. He had barely sat down when the owner pulled down the metal shutters, leaving only the small middle door open — for customers to leave, but no new ones to enter.

He had been coming to this restaurant since secondary school. Every time, he had to wave down the waiter and order the same thing: bacon cheese burger and hot lemon tea. The waiter always asked what he wanted, never "the usual?" — as if it were his first visit.He was used to it.

As he glanced at the TV across the room, he noticed a girl sitting in a far booth. Even though it had been six or seven years, he recognised her instantly. It was her — the girl who had casually taken his love letter outside the school gate.

His heart pounded. He looked down, thinking: Would she recognise me? Should I go over and say hello? She probably never even read that letter… Forget it.

He decided not to make contact.He would remain his invisible self.

Suddenly, shouting erupted from outside. Then a gunshot. Two men burst in, each holding a pistol and carrying a duffel bag. The thinner one ran into the kitchen and dragged out two chefs. The other man — long-faced — ordered the owner to lock the door.

The owner hurried to the door, then suddenly dashed out. The long-faced man fired twice. The owner screamed and collapsed in a pool of blood.

The long-faced man slammed the door shut, herded everyone toward the TV side, and both robbers aimed their guns at the crowd.

The Invisible Man saw the girl panicking. He walked over, stood in front of her, and turned to face the two robbers.

Outside, police voices called for the robbers to surrender. The long-faced man shouted back, "Get us a car in ten minutes! No tracking — or I'll start killing hostages!"

He then strode toward the Invisible Man, reaching out to grab the girl's long hair behind him. In desperation, the Invisible Man threw his fists forward, knocking the long-faced man back a few steps. Enraged, the long-faced man raised his pistol. The Invisible Man's first instinct was to dodge to the side — but then he remembered the girl. He planted his right foot hard and pivoted, turning his back to the robber, shielding her completely.

Bang. Bang. Bang......Bang.

Bang! Five shots rang out. The hearts of every customer and waiter seemed to stop. Silence fell. Time froze. The air smelled faintly of gunpowder — then the stench of blood overwhelmed everything.

The long-faced man had fired three shots. But four police officers had just entered through the back door. One of them fired twice, bringing the long-faced man down. The other three subdued the thin robber.

And the Invisible Man was still standing in front of the girl.

What do you think the girl did?

 - Choice (A): She remembered him

 - Choice (B): She did not remember him

 - Choice (C): She had a very serious boyfriend

選擇（A）：女孩記得他

女孩呆了一會，然後轉動中學同學，望他背部，哭著問：「容潤宇，你沒事吧？」

他伸手向後摸，一點也不覺痛，竟然絲毫無損。

當晚，兩人就在警局聚舊。他很開心地道：「你竟然記得我全名！」

她有點靦腆地道：「當年你寫過情信給我，我當然記得。」

他儍笑地道：「當時見你拿了信，頭也不回，我就不敢追問下去。之後，你轉了校，失去聯絡，我又後悔當時沒再有進一步行動。」

她嘆了一口氣道：「我自幼就帶不幸給身邊的熟人。我一出世，父親就生意破產自殺。中一時，有一個男同學和我很投契，但到了下學期，他家中發生火災，被燒至毀容。你給我情信的那天，我母親工作遇上意外，正趕去醫院探她。所以我不敢接受你的追求，害怕連累你，後來，就轉學了。去年，我唯一的親人姊姊也去世了...嗚...嗚...」

他見她忍不住哭起來，就輕輕握著她雙手道：「我願意陪伴你一世。我不會有事的，因為惡運之神不會察覺到我的存在啊！」

她輕輕倚向他身旁，道：「能夠看到透明人，是我這個不幸人，最大的幸運。」

[完]

Choice (A): She remembered him

The girl stared blankly for a moment. Then she looked at his back and cried, "Zach Zucker! Are you all right?"

He reached behind himself and felt — no pain. He was completely unharmed.

That night, they caught up at the police station. He beamed. "You actually remember my full name!"

She blushed slightly. "Of course I remember. You wrote me a love letter."

He laughed sheepishly. "You took the letter and walked away without even looking back. I didn't dare ask. Then you transferred, and we lost touch. I always regretted not doing more."

She sighed. "I've brought bad luck to everyone close to me since I was a child. The day I was born, my father's business went bankrupt and he killed himself. In seventh grade, a boy I was close with — his house caught fire, and he was badly disfigured. The day you gave me that letter, my mother had an accident at work. I was rushing to the hospital to see her. That's why I couldn't accept your feelings — I was afraid of dragging you into my misfortune. Later, I transferred schools. And last year, my only remaining family — my sister — passed away…"

She broke down sobbing. He gently held her hands. "I'll stay with you for life," he said. "I won't get hurt. Because even the god of bad luck can't notice my existence."

She leaned softly against him. "Being able to see the Invisible Man," she whispered, "is the greatest luck for someone as unlucky as me."

[End]

選擇（B）：女孩不記得他

女孩呆了一會，然後轉動陌生人，望他背部，關心地問：「你沒事吧？」

他伸手向後摸，一點也不覺痛，竟然絲毫無損。

兩人很快就熱戀起來，他們提到這件事時，他認為自己非常幸運，在短距離下，馬臉漢三槍全部射失。

但女孩另有看法，她說：「你常常強調自己欠存在感，可能連子彈也感覺不到你的存在，射不中你。」

他問：「那為什麼你自從那天後，會記得我，並接受我的追求？」

她輕輕倚向他身旁，溫柔地道：「你的勇敢英姿，一直深印在我腦海中啊！」

[完]

Choice (B): She did not remember him

The girl stared blankly for a moment. Then she looked at the stranger in front of her and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

He reached behind himself and felt — no pain. He was completely unharmed.

They quickly fell in love. When they talked about that day, he thought he was incredibly lucky — the long‑faced robber had fired three shots at close range and missed every single one.

But the girl had a different take. "You always say you have no presence," she said. "Maybe even the bullets couldn't sense your existence. That's why they missed."

He asked, "Then why do you remember me now? And why did you accept me?"

She leaned gently against him, her voice soft. "Because your brave figure that day… left a deep mark in my heart."

[End]

選擇（C）：她有一個很要好的男朋友

「透明人」伸手向後摸，滿手都是血，但見到女孩沒事，就懷著微笑，倒在地上。

當天，網上瘋傳他勇救人質犧牲性命的事蹟，引起紛紛討論，但不到兩天，就被遺忘了。

除了那女孩，每年同一天，都會和丈夫到他墓前悼念。他們以他的名字為子命名，喚作潤宇，以示感恩。

[完]

Choice (C): She had a very serious boyfriend

The Invisible Man reached behind himself. His hand came back covered in blood. But he saw that the girl was unharmed. He smiled faintly and collapsed to the ground.

That day, the internet went crazy with news of his heroic sacrifice to save a hostage. Everyone talked about it — but within two days, the story was forgotten.

Everyone, except the girl. Every year on the same day, she would visit his grave with her husband. They named their son after him — Zach — as a token of gratitude.

[End]