My girlfriend was reborn.

Chapter 4 Official Announcement
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Zhou Heming glanced at the girl in front of him. Even with her hand in a cast, she was a genuine beauty.

Zhou Heming felt that he was a second-generation poor student, not a handsome school heartthrob, and was even avoided by people because of his part-time jobs. He didn't even have the reputation of being kind.

Is this incredibly popular, aloof beauty deliberately using the excuse of being reborn to try and win me over?
There's no one like me in my life who can write a story about eating peaches like this.

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and make an official announcement!"

Cheng Shuangjiang noticed that Zhou Heming was not moving and urged him on.

"You mean I should post something online to tell everyone we're together? I'll be hunted down by all the boys in school tomorrow! And what about the teachers? Dating in school is one thing, but dating the top student in the grade? How could I dare?"

The boy felt that Cheng Shuangjiang might have some misunderstanding about her popularity among the boys.

To put it simply, there's a private ranking of students who are least likely to date circulating in school, and Cheng Shuangjiang has consistently been in the top three. This is because everyone thinks that even if this aloof beauty were to suddenly decide to date, no boy in the school would be able to withstand the storm that would follow.

Incidentally, Zhou Heming is ranked first on this list because he has more accidents than stories, and no one wants to run into him outside of school, let alone date him.

"Isn't that a perfect opportunity for courage training?"

Cheng Shuangjiang asked back, as if it were perfectly reasonable.

It really is.

Zhou Heming dares to publicly date Cheng Shuangjiang on QQ Space today; what he might dare to do tomorrow is something even he himself dares not imagine.

"But... this isn't good for you, is it? You're just helping me make up for a regret, and this kind of rumor is spreading."

Xiao Zhou stole a glance at the beautiful girl sitting opposite him.

"It's not really a scandal~"

Her dimples were faintly visible.

"because I love you."

"So, what do you think then?"

Because Cheng Shuangjiang's speech was so natural, by the time Zhou Heming realized what she had said, his mind was already absorbed in her words.

"Because I'm certain that you are the person I will fall in love with no matter what age I meet you."

Her eyes reflected the boy's image.

“You can confirm this with me anytime, repeatedly, in any form.”

"So, our relationship isn't just a rumor, it's the news!"

hum-

At this moment, facing this overwhelming straight ball, Zhou Heming, his face flushed, his heart racing, and even slightly trembling, finally realized how the "so" he had previously said about making up for his regrets had actually come about.

A seventeen-year-old girl would blush when talking about "liking," let alone "loving," but she was so sincere, direct, and passionate.

Even though Zhou Heming was a gloomy, artsy guy who prided himself on having seen life and death, he couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth in his chest when faced with such sincere, earnest, and moving words.

"Cough cough."

Zhou Heming looked away, not daring to see the embarrassment in the other person's eyes.

Nevertheless, Zhou Heming is not the kind of person who will immediately fall in love with someone just because they like him.

"But you're not the kind of person who will immediately fall in love with someone just because they like you."

The Wallfacer Cheng Shuangjiang once again saw through Zhou Heming's thoughts, making him glad that he wasn't on the Natural Selection, otherwise humanity would have been doomed long ago.

"Even if she is an unparalleled, breathtakingly beautiful girl, right?"

Damn it, this woman seems to know very well that she's a beautiful young woman.

Just as Zhou Heming was trying to think of a response with his already chaotic brain, the girl spoke again.

"It's okay, that's exactly why I like you~"

She gently twirled a strand of hair that fell beside her small ear with her left hand.

"You can just think of this as a temporary 'lover' relationship that I formed to make up for your regret, I don't mind."

and so.

Cheng Shuangjiang's left hand landed on the table and tapped it twice.

"Post an update soon."

Zhou Heming blankly pulled out his phone.

The lingering warmth on his face hadn't yet faded when he encountered another problem.

What should I send?

Hi everyone, Cheng Shuangjiang and I are now together.

It seems too ordinary.

[You should remember this day: Zhou Heming, ranked number one as the least likely to be in a relationship, and Cheng Shuangjiang, ranked third, started dating.]

You're an idiot.

[Frost's Descent, hehe, my Frost's Descent.]

I'm sorry, I'll never do abstract art again!

After a moment's thought, Zhou Heming was still stuck on the editing interface.

Even if, as the other party said, this could only be considered part of "courage training," it is still related to Cheng Shuangjiang's first official announcement of a relationship.

Zhou Heming didn't want to be perfunctory.

He got up and paced back and forth, feeling that this was much more difficult than writing a eulogy.

Meanwhile, our classmate Cheng Shuangjiang had already prepared her copy and was simply watching Zhou Heming's conflicted expression with great interest, thoroughly enjoying herself.

After a long while, Zhou Heming ran out of the funeral home, took a photo, typed a string of text, closed his eyes, steeled his heart, and pressed the publish button.

"I sent it."

He said it with a touch of tragic solemnity.

"Let me check... wait, it's not there. Did you set it to be visible only to yourself?"

Cheng Shuangjiang checked her phone but didn't find any updates from Zhou Heming.

"That's impossible. Let me see."

Zhou Heming thought that if this was a misunderstanding, he would be in real trouble for the rest of his life. He immediately sat down next to her, looked at Cheng Shuangjiang's phone, and refreshed it several times with his scarred fingers. The only updates on her social media were cats posted by her classmates.

"You blocked me?"

"How can I be so virtuous?"

“Oh, I see.” Just as Zhou Heming was in a state of panic, Cheng Shuangjiang suddenly realized something and exited the dynamic interface.

"At this point, we probably haven't added each other as QQ friends yet."

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Who would have thought that these two people haven't added each other on QQ even after posting their official announcement?

Before Zhou Heming could speak, Cheng Shuangjiang typed in a string of numbers, and with a ding, Zhou Heming received a friend request.

"Okay, this QQ is definitely the second most important thing in my life."

Cheng Shuangjiang looked at Zhou Heming's profile picture with amusement. It was an orange cat that occasionally appeared near the funeral home, with a sleepy expression, looking old for such a young age.

"Then what is the most important thing?"

"Of course it's you, you fool."

Instead of teasing Zhou Heming, whose face was now flushed red, the girl opened his profile. On the desolate plains, where there hadn't been an update for months, a bright moon had unexpectedly risen today.

The accompanying image for that post was the moon above the treetops, cold and frosty.

The text is:
Tonight I care not about humanity.

Zhou Heming stared at Cheng Shuangjiang, who was watching the updates, feeling somewhat uneasy. Seeing her silent, he wanted to ask her something but didn't dare to make a sound.

"Who can understand what you posted?"

Cheng Shuangjiang snorted and sighed softly in a slightly resentful tone.

"Y-yes, that's true."

Zhou Heming responded, and for some reason, a sense of melancholy, a bitter feeling that couldn't be called sadness, suddenly welled up inside him.

However, Cheng Shuangjiang's next sentence completely stunned Zhou Heming.

"Are you really overestimating the power of compulsory education by expecting these 17- or 18-year-old high school students, who spend their days doing nothing but problems and test papers, to know that the next line is 'I only think of you'?"

"Besides, this poem must have been written for a lover who is older than you, since it's prefixed with 'older sister.' Are you implying that I'm too old? Let me tell you, even though I was reborn, my biological age is definitely younger than yours!"

"And this picture, I understand you wanted to express 'the moonlight is beautiful,' but paired with the text, it's just the sentiment of a cynical young man in his post-pandemic trance after watching some documentary about the end of the universe."

"However, I quite like it this way, no, I really like it!"

Zhou Heming listened blankly as the school beauty reprimanded him, but only one thought buzzed in his mind.

So she knew.

Suddenly, the sea of ​​clouds surged, the river tides roared, flowers bloomed, and the world was filled with the noise of people. All the tigers in the world's forests melted into butter.

"Am I that good-looking?"

When Cheng Shuangjiang saw Zhou Heming standing there in a daze, she reached out her left index finger and gently poked his shoulder.

"No, um, I meant it's beautiful. I didn't mean you're old, I just happened to think of that poem. I didn't expect you to know it too, and the moon is by Natsume Soseki."

Zhou Heming's words were incoherent and belonged to the category of "incoherent speech".

Seeing him like this, the pretty girl leaned closer and held up her phone.

click-

With lightning speed, a photo was taken.

"?"

Did you take a picture of me without my permission?

"It's us."

Cheng Shuangjiang explained half a sentence, and then clicked "Publish".

Zhou Heming's phone, which usually only vibrates, suddenly emitted a special notification sound.

It is of special concern.

"This is just something I'll take."

He changed the subject and hurriedly picked up his phone.

At first glance, Zhou Heming saw a notification that someone had liked his post a minute ago.

Feeling a mix of fear and anticipation, Zhou Heming clicked on it.

[Qiao Jinchen]: 6
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My deskmate has really been brainwashed by internet culture; he can't even speak a complete sentence.

refresh.

Zhou Heming scrolled down and jumped to the top, where he saw a friend's activity with the nickname "Shuangjiang" and the contact name "Cheng Shuangjiang".

A group photo shows a beaming Cheng Shuangjiang and a bewildered Zhou Heming.

The two weren't very close, but it felt so natural, like a young couple taking a selfie, or like a girl secretly keeping a precious item under the guise of stamp collecting at a graduation party, harboring feelings of unrequited love.

The accompanying text for the animation is:
Hi everyone, this is my second monument at half price!

Zhou Heming hesitated, rubbing his nose to cover his face. He took a deep breath, opened his mouth, and after a long while, swallowed some of his emotions and muttered something.

"As expected, you were planning to trigger the deathrattle and take me with you."

"What are you thinking? How could I bear to? I would rather die than let you die."

Cheng Shuangjiang scoffed at it.

She clearly doesn't post much, and this one was particularly explosive, so her phone kept vibrating. In the blink of an eye, the post had already garnered over a dozen likes and numerous comments.

Zhou Heming glanced at it secretly.

"Huh, Cheng Lingjun who left this message, I remember he's the head of the senior high school Chinese group. So you just add their names directly in your notes?"

He himself at least had a nickname like "Teacher XX" in his notes, so I thought that a well-behaved student like Cheng Shuangjiang would be even more obedient.

"No, because he is my uncle. I am not from Jiangcheng. I was able to study here by using his school registration. I have my family members' names saved in my contacts so that it will be difficult for scammers to steal my account."

Cheng Shuangjiang answered as a matter of course.

"Oh, so it's Uncle. No wonder you all have the surname Cheng. Hmm???"

Zhou Heming paused for a moment, then immediately looked at Cheng Shuangjiang.

"Why don't you take me with you?"

Courage training, double the praise!

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