My girlfriend was reborn.

Chapter 23 Merry Christmas, Mr. Lawrence
After the last class, Zhou Heming, Qiao Jinchen, and Xu Youyou had dinner and then walked alone towards the main building.

In the morning, Cheng Shuangjiang gave him the key to the multimedia classroom.

"Some university students from Ningjiang are coming tonight. My uncle and I are going to meet them and have dinner together. You can wait for me at the secret base tonight~"

He left behind this sentence.

"Looks like they've already started competing for students."

Zhou Heming carried his bag and slowly climbed the stairs.

The oboe player was punctual today and has been practicing diligently, but the flute player seems to be temporarily absent, as the melody was not heard.

Although based on her grades, Cheng Shuangjiang should most likely go to Yannan University and Tsinghua University, two top universities, other schools will also use some underhanded tactics to make early contact with her, such as offering scholarships, guaranteeing her major, or direct access to doctoral programs to win over these high-achieving students.

Moreover, the somewhat tragic story of Cheng Shuangjiang, a musical prodigy who was forced to abandon music due to an accident, is itself a newsworthy event. If any university could capitalize on this, it could greatly enhance its reputation.

"Good students have their share of troubles too."

When Zhou Heming climbed to the fifth floor, he suddenly heard a different sound.

It was music, specifically the sound of a piano.

"Did it come from upstairs?"

The music classroom is on the fifth floor. Right now, there's an oboe solo playing, but the piano melody is clearly coming from overhead.

Zhou Heming walked upstairs with suspicion, and the music became clearer and clearer until he reached the seventh floor. The door to the multimedia classroom, which should have been locked, was now ajar.

A beautiful piano melody, as enchanting as moonlight, flowed from it.

Merry Christmas, Mr. Lawrence.

Zhou Heming had seen the movie, so he immediately recognized the melody.

Quiet, sad, melancholic, yet containing a tiny but vibrant life force, warm and firm, even listening at this distance is enough to make one feel the excellent level of the performance in terms of emotion.

"Cheng Shuangjiang?"

In an instant, Zhou Heming felt a surge of emotion and he pushed the door open abruptly.

All I could see was a girl sitting in front of the piano, illuminated by the first row of fluorescent lights.

Her slightly wavy hair reached only to her shoulders, appearing a pale flaxen color in the light, revealing small ears that would appear and disappear as her body swayed while playing the music. A navy blue beret was casually placed over her head.

The girl wasn't wearing a school uniform, but rather a dark red T-shirt and denim shorts, revealing a small portion of her thighs that she would never normally see at school, as well as her long, fair calves. Her feet, clad in khaki sneakers, were resting on the piano pedals and remained still.

Her slender fingers danced across the piano keys, and her right wrist was adorned with a woven bracelet made of beads and jade.

On the desk next to the piano, there was a schoolbag and a school uniform jacket.

Hearing the noise at the door, she waited until the last few notes faded before stopping her performance and turning to look over.

A very beautiful face came into Zhou Heming's view.

How to describe it? If Cheng Shuangjiang's beauty is like the cool moonlight, then she is more like the sun, possessing an inexplicable affinity that makes people lower their guard.

Without a doubt, she is a beautiful young woman.

But she is not Cheng Shuangjiang.

"Uh"

If Zhou Heming hadn't undergone courage training, he would most likely doubt himself at this point, and then turn around and find a place to quietly wait for Cheng Shuangjiang to finish her meal before discussing it with her.

But now, he has decided to be brave.

"Hello, classmate, may I ask who you are?"

Upon hearing Zhou Heming's words, the girl tilted her head slightly, seemingly deep in thought.

"you do not know me?"

"Should I get to know you?"

Zhou Heming pondered that apart from the top student in the grade, there was no reason why he needed to know the others.

He walked into the classroom, turning on the remaining lights with a sense of asserting sovereignty on behalf of Cheng Shuangjiang, and then explained earnestly.

"The teacher gave the key to this place to Cheng Shuangjiang so that she could use it during evening self-study."

"You are not Cheng Shuangjiang."

As she spoke, the bright light in the classroom made her beauty even more dazzling.

"I am... I am her boyfriend."

After hesitating for less than a second, Zhou Heming said in a deep voice.

Upon hearing this, the other person's expression suddenly froze, and she remained silent for a long time until Zhou Heming couldn't help but want to continue the conversation. Only then did the girl whisper with a hint of doubt.

"Are you out of your mind?"

"What?"

Even Zhou Heming was a little unhappy at this point. He had been inexplicably given a classroom to occupy, encountered a girl who seemed to think she was superior and that everyone should know her, and now he was being told that he was out of his mind. Even a quietly growing mushroom would turn into a red umbrella with a white stem.

"I'm sorry to be a bit blunt, but you actually believe you're Cheng Shuangjiang's boyfriend? You're hopelessly delusional."

The other party even kindly added a reason.

"?"

Zhou Heming was completely baffled.

"Wait, is there some misunderstanding between us? Look, this is indeed the key to this place. Cheng Shuangjiang gave it to me. She had something to do today and asked me to wait here. I am Zhou Heming, her boyfriend."

He patiently demonstrated the authenticity of the key in his hand and then made a statement about his legitimacy in occupying the multimedia classroom.

"It has even formed a self-consistent worldview. My friend, if you need a psychologist, I know a particularly excellent and patient one."

But the girl seemed convinced that Zhou Heming was talking nonsense.

"No, classmate, I don't know if you are Cheng Shuangjiang's friend or some other acquaintance, but what I said is true."

"I know you're telling the truth."

The girl gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, and placed her other hand on the black and white piano keys, striking them lightly.

"That"

"But Cheng Shuangjiang can't be in a relationship at this time, and I don't think she would like a guy like you. So, you must be out of your mind, mistakenly believing that you are her boyfriend and believing it without a doubt."

"Isn't there a possibility that I'm actually just talking nonsense?"

Zhou Heming gave up on this girl; it seemed the two really couldn't see eye to eye.

"No, because I can tell whether you're lying or not."

The girl said calmly.

"You're a Wallfacer too?"

Zhou Heming, the Trisolaran, blurted out.

"It's just a matter of observing micro-expressions; once you're skilled, you can spot them."

The girl spoke casually, without making a sound about the "Wallfacer" that Zhou Heming had mentioned.

"The national team has qualified for the World Cup."

"This is obviously nonsense without even observing it. Let's find another one."

"The ultimate answer to the universe is 42."

"You actually believe this?"

"I had braised beef brisket with radish at the cafeteria for lunch today."

"lie."

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Lunch was potato and pork ribs with Cheng Shuangjiang in the cafeteria, along with stir-fried vegetables.

"Can you distinguish between plain text, like on a chat app?"

"You're quite skilled at getting girls' contact information."

"I just wanted to verify it."

"...He's fairly honest."

Is it true or not?

Zhou Heming muttered to himself, but then he thought about it again. He had a girlfriend who claimed to be a reincarnated person, so judging lies by micro-expressions didn't seem so far-fetched in comparison.

"So, who exactly are you? Are you a friend of Cheng Shuangjiang?"

"She and I are not friends."

The girl shook her head, subconsciously rubbed her bracelet, and then said her name.

"My name is Lu Bai, you should have heard of me."

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I have indeed heard of it.

Cheng Shuangjiang's previous words floated into his mind.

“During the sports meet, a serious campus accident occurred around Lu Bai. As a bystander, you did nothing, which led to a series of terrible chain reactions that almost ruined her life. You often regret it and think that you should have been braver and stood up decisively.”

In an instant, Zhou Heming felt as if the subtle gears of fate had begun to turn.

　Thank you to [Qidian Dushu Yidian Niang] for the 466 Qidian Coins reward, and thank you to [Wutun Ni Zai Paogu Yima Ya] for the 100 Coins reward!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)