My girlfriend was reborn.

Chapter 22 The wind rustles through the treetops, turning the ginkgo leaves golden.

The rain was still falling, bringing with it a chill of autumn that seeped into the library through the open windows.

Cheng Shuangjiang sat on the steps by the window in the lobby on the first floor of the library, looking at the lush greenery outside, and said softly.

"I was really stupid at the time. After lighting the charcoal fire, I quickly lost consciousness. In a daze, I seemed to see a boy carrying me out. When I woke up, I was already in the hospital."

With a slight smile, the young woman began to speak.

"Later, I learned from the doctor that it was you who smelled the scent when you got home, which is why you broke down the door and rescued me."

"This is our brief encounter."

"and after?"

Zhou Heming sat next to her, while the parents in front of them were reading fairy tales to their child. The scene was peaceful and serene, and everything seemed full of hope.

"But I inhaled too much toxic gas. Although I woke up, I was still not out of danger. I was sent directly to the affiliated hospital of Ningjiang University, where there are the best doctors in the country. By the time I fully recovered, several months had passed."

I wonder what hardships she went through to be able to recount her "past life" in such a nonchalant tone.

“I took a year off from school and completely lost contact with you. It wasn’t until I was thirty that I met you again here.”

Looking at Cheng Shuangjiang's gentle smile, Zhou Heming scratched his head.

"So, thirteen years later, when we met again, you could still recognize me at first glance?"

"Why do you only say that I recognized you?"

"Because I'll definitely recognize you at first glance. After all, you were the school beauty, and you'll still be beautiful at thirty."

Zhou Heming said this as a matter of course, then turned his face away somewhat embarrassedly.

Sometimes, words come out of my mouth before I even realize what's happening. This has been happening more and more often lately, probably because I've been influenced by the girls around me.

"hey-hey."

Cheng Shuangjiang seemed to enjoy Zhou Heming's praise. She twirled a strand of her hair with her left hand, smiled, and then spoke.

"Anyway, I recognized you at first glance. To repay you, I treated you to a meal. We chatted and found that we got along quite well. That's how we got together."

"It wasn't a story of giving oneself in marriage after all."

Zhou Heming smiled jokingly.

"It's possible that we met in the beginning because of this, but what really made me fall in love with you, Ahe, is your gentleness, romance, kindness, idealism, and unwavering commitment. It's you as a person."

Her tone was soft, as if she were cradling a fragile dream.

That's why I said you're the kind of person I would fall in love with no matter what age I meet~

In his sincere eyes, eighteen-year-old Zhou Heming used the gesture of rubbing his nose to hide his fluttering heart.

"If you praise me like that, I'll become arrogant."

"Ahe deserves it."

"As the president of Zhou Heming's Praise Association," the girl said confidently.

"Just like in the movie I watched today, even though the protagonist didn't seem very successful, everyone was happy because they knew him, and even felt happier than those who didn't know him. From this perspective, I might be the happiest person in the world."

Zhou Heming, if you spend every day with this woman, you're bound to get arrogant.

"But Yonosuke died in a car accident while saving a child. Hmm, thinking about it this way, according to you, I also died in a car accident in my 'past life'. It feels a bit like a hellish joke."

As a funeral industry worker, Zhou Heming has never shied away from telling jokes about hell.

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Cheng Shuangjiang immediately raised her hand and placed two fingers on the boy's lips. However, because he was speaking, his tongue accidentally brushed against her fair fingertips.

"!"

The pretty girl immediately withdrew her fingers and awkwardly clenched them into a fist.

"Hug, sorry."

Zhou Heming immediately apologized.

He saw the girl's ears turn red, and her shy expression was extremely, extremely, extremely cute.

If you put your love for her on one side and your love for her on the other, the scales that would have tipped to one side might have tilted slightly.

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on Monday.

Because the three-day sports meet starts on Wednesday, there are only two days of classes this week, and the school is filled with a relaxed atmosphere.

Leaving aside the seniors, the first and second-year students' minds were already on vacation, and no one cared about the seven-day school break after the Golden Week holiday.

"Although I've decided to bring my talent to university, since this is my last sports meet, I have to give it my all." Before the first class in the afternoon, Qiao Jinchen had just finished a challenging math problem, the second to last one, and muttered to himself with a bit of pride.

What are you participating in?

Zhou Heming put down his pen and glanced at his deskmate.

"High jump, 100 meters to go, to rebuild the glory of Class 7, it is our duty."

Qiao Jinchen is 1.86 meters tall with long arms and legs. He represented his class in the sprint for the past two years. As for his results, we can only say that making it to the finals was a success.

"It seems that Class 7 has no glory left to rebuild."

Zhou Heming scratched his head with the pen.

"Isn't Ah He going to participate, like in some kind of mass long-distance running event?"

Xu Youyou overheard their conversation and asked from behind.

Since she and Qiao Jinchen talked, the two of them changed how they addressed Zhou Heming, calling him A-He along with Cheng Shuangjiang.

"I am not interested."

The mass running event is the last event of the sports meet. It involves running a quarter-marathon around the school. Anyone can participate as long as they register, so it's more of a fun event.

Because of the lax school spirit at Jiangcheng Middle School, there were also those who took the opportunity to run in strange clothes. A few years ago, there was even an interesting story about the student who came in first place confessing his love in public during an interview. The unbelievable school event that was more or less known in Jiangcheng Middle School was that if you could come in first place in the mass long-distance race and confess your love in public, you would definitely succeed.

Later on, the school turned a blind eye to the project, letting people go ahead and confess their feelings if they wanted.

Incidentally, the person who first confessed his feelings was rejected on the spot, so he studied hard and eventually scored 630 points on the exam.

"Don't you ever have that thought of participating in a mass long-distance race, winning first place, and then confessing your feelings to Cheng Shuangjiang in public?"

Qiao Jinchen was clearly very concerned about that rumor.

"First of all, I definitely won't come in first place, and secondly, I don't need to confess my feelings in public."

Zhou Heming shrugged helplessly.

Nowadays, the only people at Jiangcheng Middle School who don't know about his relationship with Cheng Shuangjiang are probably the art students who participated in the art training before.

"Tsk!"

Qiao Jinchen and Xu Youyou changed their QQ signatures that very night. After all, they didn't have an uncle who was a teacher at the school, and their grades weren't the best in their grade, so they decided to go underground and keep their secrets hidden.

"I'm planning to participate in the long-distance race, and I'll try to win first place."

"What do you want to do? I'm telling you, just bear with it, Qiao Jinchen."

Xu Youyou's voice came over, clearly worried that if this guy really got lucky and won first place, he might say something embarrassing in public.

"I'm telling you all, I'm the best in the world."

Qiao Jinchen smiled.

"With your skill level, it's difficult."

Zhou Heming's objective evaluation.

In fact, Qiao Jinchen is indeed quite good at sports, and his long-distance running is decent, but he can't compare to those serious sports students. If nothing unexpected happens, he probably won't even get into the top three.

"It's the last sports meet of my high school years, so I don't want to have any regrets."

Qiao Jinchen chuckled.

"Too."

Zhou Heming twirled the pen in his hand and looked out the window.

He did ask about the process of frost and whether he had any regrets related to the sports meet.

"Yes, it actually has nothing to do with the sports meet, but it did happen during the sports meet."

This was the answer I received.

"My regrets are truly numerous."

He sighed inwardly.

Zhou Heming looked out the window at the students in school uniforms running and jumping on the playground.

Whistles and shouts of encouragement mingled together; the sun shone brightly at the end of September, the wind rustled through the treetops, and the ginkgo leaves turned golden.

This was an ordinary afternoon that foreshadowed the dazed feeling that would follow many years later.

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