My girlfriend was reborn.

Chapter 12 The Secret Base: Saving a Heart from Sorrow

Jiangcheng Middle School Comprehensive Building.

This beautiful seven-story building houses a variety of facilities, including physics, chemistry, and biology labs, computer classrooms, lecture halls, art and music classrooms, and is connected to the senior high school building.

During evening self-study sessions, many classrooms here are open to students who are participating in competitions, art students, student council members, clubs, etc.

The faint melody of an oboe drifted from downstairs, hazy and lingering, like the mist rising on a winter morning.

"This is the secret base?"

Zhou Heming followed Cheng Shuangjiang to the entrance of the multimedia classroom on the seventh floor. He hadn't expected the secret base to be such a specific and concrete place.

The next moment, the girl took out her keys from her bag.

No, you also have a key made for this place?

Click——

Zhou Heming stared in disbelief as she opened the door and turned on the fluorescent light.

Come in~

Cheng Shuangjiang, whose hand was in a cast, extended an invitation.

Zhou Heming stepped into this multimedia classroom, which he rarely visited on ordinary days.

He soon understood why this was Cheng Shuangjiang's secret base.

"I applied to the teacher beforehand. We can practice the piano here during evening self-study and also take a lunch break. This is the first time I've brought someone here."

Cheng Shuangjiang pointed to the piano in the corner of the classroom. A hint of sadness flashed in her eyes. She looked at Zhou Heming, who was still standing there, and pulled out the chair in front of her.

"Let's not talk about that anymore, let's learn something."

"Huh? Oh."

So they really came here to learn. I thought they were here to study.

Zhou Heming felt a little guilty for some reason.

Perhaps the series of events that unfolded after school made him a little complacent.

He took out the monthly exam paper.

Cheng Shuangjiang took it and examined it carefully.

"There's not much to say about Chinese; this is about the score I would get on this test."

"My problem-solving approach in math is fairly clear, and I usually listen attentively in class, but I have a lot of problems with calculations because I haven't done enough practice problems."

"Your English listening and reading skills are quite good, but your grammar is a complete mess, which leads to a low score on your essays."

"For the combined science exam, what's your order of answering the questions?"

The top student looked over.

"Well, it just goes smoothly like this: physics, chemistry, and biology."

Zhou Heming scratched his head.

"No, you're clearly dragging down your time with the physics problems. Biology is the easiest part of this test, and with your level, you should be able to get over 60. If you work hard, getting 70 in chemistry shouldn't be a problem either. As for physics, it's closely related to math, so it's a long-term battle."

"But it felt great to solve a difficult physics problem. I'm sorry, I was wrong."

Noticing the girl's gaze, Zhou Heming honestly admitted his mistake.

"To improve your score by 80 points, you can do the most articles in the science section. If you adjust the order of answering the questions, you can get at least 30 more points. The rest depends on practice. Let me go through the questions you got wrong again. I'll ask you questions, and you can answer them."

When talking about Cheng Shuangjiang's studies, not to mention that she had become that unattainable beauty, she was at least a senior teacher, which made Zhou Heming feel a strong sense of pressure.

Although he listened to the lecture and corrected many of his mistakes, he essentially just skimmed through them and would repeat the same mistakes next time.

But now, Cheng Shuangjiang is asking him to explain the wrong questions, which is almost like a public execution.

It took them more than two hours to finish reviewing the science exam paper, and evening self-study was almost over.

Whether it was a misperception or not, Zhou Heming felt that his thinking had indeed become much clearer, and his understanding of the knowledge points was also more profound.

The oboe's tone gradually becomes fuller, as if the flute is echoing it, sounding plaintive and causing the listener to look up and turn their head.

"Although the science comprehensive questions are worth more than ten points, each multiple-choice question is worth six points. If you get two multiple-choice questions wrong, you've wasted your time on one of the comprehensive questions. You have to be extremely careful."

Cheng Shuangjiang dotted her draft notebook with a red water-based pen. Her drafts were neatly written, like grains of wheat harvested in autumn.

"but."

The girl saw Zhou Heming's serious expression and then changed the subject.

“When I was explaining the problem just now, Ahe, you were very attentive, and you didn’t even glance at me more than a few times. You were very focused.”

Although I am very grateful to Cheng Shuangjiang for finding my strengths from every angle, is this how psychological description is used here?

"Moreover, Ah He, you did a really good job on this physics problem. The formula and the solution were ingenious. It was just that there was a problem with the final calculation, but it was still very impressive. It was simpler and more direct than the method I had thought of."

If there were a competition called "Zhou Heming Praise Contest" in this world, then our Cheng Shuangjiang would undoubtedly be the GOAT.

Rubbing his nose, Zhou Heming mumbled something to hide his inner turmoil.

"Who would have thought the answer is 37 + √129?"

"Physics problems often have these kinds of inconsistent answers."

Cheng Shuangjiang carefully folded Zhou Heming's exam paper and handed it over.

"Speaking of which..."

Zhou Heming took the exam paper, but hesitated to speak.

"Feel free to say what you want to say right now!"

Zhou Heming encouraged Shi Chengshuang, whose clear eyes reflected the image of her deskmate.

"Is it okay if you tutor me like this, it will affect your grades?" "Teaching others to do problems also helps me improve a lot, Ahe, you don't need to worry about my grades."

Cheng Shuangjiang tapped the tabletop twice with her fingers.

"Because I didn't get 650 points?"

As soon as Zhou Heming asked the question, he realized he had spoken out of turn. Although he was told to speak his mind, he had really brought up the very thing he didn't want to talk about.

"So you heard me."

Cheng Shuangjiang smiled faintly and put down the red pen.

"It's so cute that you can worry about things like this."

This was the first time Zhou Heming had been praised as "cute" by an extremely cute girl.

"Do you know why it's 650 points?"

"Because it's 2 points more than 648?"

"Because if you get a special admission spot, and your score improves by another 80 points, that's exactly 650 points. That's the minimum admission score for our year at Ningjiang University."

The girl's gaze did not waver.

You really trust me, huh?
Zhou Heming felt as if he had suddenly developed a weakness, or as if he had suddenly developed armor.

"Actually, Teacher Cheng, your uncle said that if I can improve my score by fifty points, he will help me get a recommendation."

He remembered the main topic for tonight.

"I also know about your family situation."

"Yeah."

Even the usually sunny and cheerful Cheng Shuangjiang couldn't help but feel a little sad when she talked about this.

She stood up, went to the piano, placed her left hand where she could push up the lid, but didn't use any force.

"To be honest, my memories of my parents are very vague. They left me a long time ago, and I am closer to my grandfather."

“Every time I play the piano, I feel like my grandfather is still by my side, just like when he taught me when I was a child.”

So, this time, Grandpa has truly left me forever.

Zhou Heming rarely attended evening self-study sessions before, so he had never heard her play the piano in the evening. Now it seems that this has become a regret in his life.

"Actually, I have a small regret, which is that I hope someone I like can give me a bouquet of flowers after my piano performance, but it seems that it will be difficult to do so now."

Her expression was gentle.

"Can it be cured?"

Zhou Heming carefully considered his words.

"It's not that it's completely untreatable. With enough money and time, it can probably recover to about 70-80% of its former level, but for me at that time, that seemed too far off."

Cheng Shuangjiang smiled faintly, casually recounting the despair that had once tried to take her life.

Zhou Heming wasn't good at comforting people, and he also felt that casually pointing out other people's suffering was a bit condescending, so he could only offer his own perspective.

"Actually, when Teacher Cheng told me this, I was thinking that in funeral homes, you often hear the saying that if the things left by the deceased are broken, it is to help their relatives avoid disaster."

Zhou Heming swallowed hard and looked at the slightly sad-looking girl next to the piano.

"Perhaps, your grandfather protected you in the car accident from the bottom of his heart. He used the last bit of bond he had with you to protect the life of his beloved granddaughter."

He felt somewhat sorry for Cheng Shuangjiang, but he actually checked the accident at noon.

A truck driver suffered a sudden heart attack and died. He managed to brake at the last moment before losing control, but the inertia still caused a chain-reaction accident that killed several people. Cheng Shuangjiang, who was on the side of the road, was almost in the center of the accident, but miraculously survived.

Zhou Heming doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, but at this moment he is willing to believe that longing can transcend life and death and transcend time.

Because he wanted to add a touch of fantasy to this sad and cruel story, a touch that could warm people's hearts.

At least, it spares one heart from sorrow.

Cheng Shuangjiang raised her eyes, looked at Zhou Heming, her lips parted slightly, and finally fell silent.

The girl, her eyelashes trembling, turned her face away and gently sniffed.

The oboe's sound gradually faded, followed closely by the flute, and the piece ended, leaving a lingering aftertaste.

"Should I say something at a time like this?"

Zhou Heming tentatively began to speak.

"At this moment, you should hug me from behind~"

Cheng Shuangjiang had already composed herself and turned around with a smile.

"You're kidding."

Seeing Zhou Heming's awkward expression made her even happier.

"Indeed, my rebirth was meaningful, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to hear eighteen-year-old Ahe comforting me like that."

"Is it about rebirth again?"

When the topic of rebirth came up, Zhou Heming, unusually, didn't treat it as some kind of setting, but instead thought about it seriously.

"There is something I do want to confirm."

"how?"

Cheng Shuangjiang looked over curiously.

"You said the future relationship between Qiao Jinchen and Xu Youyou is delicate, what kind of delicate relationship are you referring to?"

Zhou Heming's question echoed in the secret base at the same time as the bell rang to signal the end of evening self-study.

(End of this chapter)