My girlfriend was reborn.

Chapter 42 Anyway, I have nothing to be afraid of.

Chapter 42 Anyway, I have nothing to be afraid of.
After reading the essay, Cheng Lingjun fell silent.

As for the presentation, this essay is very beautiful, with neat and clear handwriting, which is good enough to earn full marks for neatness.

As for the content.

Cheng Lingjun wanted to make an objective evaluation, but he found it difficult to be objective.

This reminded him of his mother.

Before Cheng Shuangjiang was born, Cheng Lingjun's mother had already passed away due to illness. In fact, he was unable to go to Altay, where the girl lived, with its clear and free winds, partly because he was taking care of his sick mother.

At that time, Cheng Shuangjiang's parents returned from the army with leave slips and arrived at the hospital in the afternoon. At that time, her mother said that she felt much better in the past two days and told Cheng Lingjun, who had been staying at the hospital for many days, to go home and come back the next day.

She died that very night.

It's like holding on until the very end, just to see your children one last time.

Coming to his senses, Cheng Lingjun realized that he had been looking at this essay for more than ten minutes.

"Although the essay never explicitly mentions any aspect of a mother, it is actually about all the different facets of her. In the end, these contradictory and drastically different facets come together to form a complete image of a mother. Even the final expression of love is achieved through indirect description."

Cheng Lingjun typed on the keyboard, inputting a summary of the comment into the computer.

This is part of their system design. Ordinary essays don't need this kind of processing. Writing this means you're writing about something.

Cheng Lingjun deserves full marks.

For him, there are two kinds of good exam essays.

One type is an argumentative essay written with relevant arguments, novel materials, beautiful language, and a solid structure. This type of essay can also get high scores or even full marks. As long as it stays on topic, the score won't be too low.

It can be said that this is a Tower of Babel built by mortals step by step.

Another approach is to take a different route, writing essays in a narrative, descriptive, or even classical Chinese style in a way that cannot be replicated. These essays will either receive low or full marks.

This is a sky city created by a genius.

Cheng Lingjun asked his students to write the first type, but when the second type actually appeared in front of him, the head of the senior high school Chinese group couldn't help but sigh.

"I don't know who wrote it."

Cheng Lingjun couldn't help but be curious because the electronic marking system didn't show the candidates' names.

When he thought of this, he suddenly paused.

"Could this exam paper be Zhou Heming's?"

He had trouble sleeping.

*
"Ah-"

Zhou Heming sneezed and couldn't help but rub his nose.

"Have a cold?"

Lu Bai's question came through the phone.

In the old, dilapidated apartment after midnight, even the sound of dripping water from the faucet can be clearly heard.

"Maybe someone is thinking of me."

Zhou Heming made a joke.

"Don't worry, let me ask Cheng Shuangjiang if she's asleep."

"?"

A question mark appeared above Zhou Heming's head.

However, he knew that Lu Bai wouldn't do such a thing; she was just teasing him.

"That being said, you are indeed quite talented. Although you have a severe lack of music theory knowledge, you have a very good grasp of pitch."

"Is this... perfect pitch?"

"You're overthinking it. I've met people with perfect pitch, Cheng Shuangjiang is one of them, but you're not one of them."

Zhou Heming wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but when he was studying with Lu Bai, she would always mention Cheng Shuangjiang from time to time, as if it were some kind of reminder.

"You seem to have a very high opinion of her."

"After all, only those who truly understand can comprehend what kind of genius she really is."

"She's really looking forward to your performance."

Zhou Heming's fingers were still practicing, he said casually.

"Are you looking forward to it?"

Lu Bai murmured, and after a moment of silence, his voice finally came through.

"It's better not to use words like 'expectation' indiscriminately."

"why?"

"Because the expectations are too heavy, if they cannot be met, then what will be gained is more disappointment."

"The way you're talking makes it sound like a nihilist who believes that there will be no disappointment if there are no expectations."

"Maybe it really is."

"Then let me ask you."

Zhou Heming stopped what he was doing and asked a question.

"If a story can only end in tragedy, and all the characters die, would you still start that story?"

"That's like asking me if I watch tragic movies." Lu Bai seemed to chuckle, but the subtle change in his voice was hard to hear.

"As for me, I would probably choose to start. After all, everyone dies eventually, so you can't just stop living knowing you're going to die, can you?"

"really."

Zhou Heming clearly sensed that Lu Bai and he were indeed similar in some ways.

"Moreover, even if the ending is predetermined, the process of reaching that ending is still unknown, and it might be an exceptionally exciting journey."

Lu Bai seemed to move a little closer, and the sound made Zhou Heming imagine the girl lying on the bed in her pajamas, her arm hanging down after she got tired from holding her phone.

"Speaking of which, I have a TV series coming up next summer that's kind of like that. It's about nurses in hospice wards. Would you be interested in checking out the set?"

"Are you sure you're not short of people to do odd jobs?"

"We are indeed short of people. The director is even planning to bring in acquaintances for cameo roles, and I am one of them."

Lu Bai smiled somewhat helplessly. She seemed to have turned over and was probably now lying on her side in a relaxed state.

"The screenwriter is Cui Ming. I don't know if you've seen his film 'Glass Flower'. Although the box office was so-so, it was still a theatrical film. By the way, he graduated from Ningjiang University and is your senior."

"I haven't even entered Ningjiang University yet."

Zhou Heming and Cheng Shuangjiang checked their answers at home today. Apart from the subjective questions like the essay, the accuracy rate for the rest was okay. They estimated their score to be at least 570 points. The goal of 80 points seems a bit difficult, but the minimum score of 50 points should be within reach.

“But I always have a feeling that you will end up in this line of work no matter what, and my intuition is very accurate.”

"Then tell me what I'm holding in my right hand right now?"

"Water cup".

"."

Zhou Heming silently put down the water glass he had just picked up.

"Actually, I didn't take anything."

"lie."

"Tsk."

Zhou Heming couldn't help but turn around and look for the security camera in his home.

"Then let me guess your condition."

Not to be outdone, he tapped the table twice with his finger and then made a simple profile.

"You're lying on your right side now, your phone is in your right hand, you're scrolling through social media, and your left hand is just lying on the bed."

"You guessed wrong."

Zhou Heming heard the sound of someone turning over.

It wasn't a wrong guess.

"Stop talking nonsense. Go practice your piano. We're not on voice chat just for idle chatter. If you want to chat, go find Cheng Shuangjiang."

Lu Bai urged him on, seemingly somewhat displeased.

"If I hadn't been interested in what you said, I wouldn't have been on a long voice call with a guy who has a girlfriend at midnight."

"Oh."

Zhou Heming responded with a sound of agreement, then muttered something else.

"It's okay, anyway, I'm not going to fall in love with you. Our relationship is just a pure and innocent revolutionary friendship."

If it were any other girl, Zhou Heming might have been more hesitant.

But in front of Lu Bai, who can see through lies, he doesn't have to worry about his unintentional words being misunderstood as ambiguous probing, nor does he need to consider the implied meanings in their conversations; the relationship between the two is crystal clear.

Zhou Heming was naturally open and honest, with a clear conscience.

"."

Lu Bai remained silent for a moment.

Then hung up the phone.

"?"

Zhou Heming looked at the interrupted voice communication and wondered what he had said that had upset Ms. Lu Bai.

"It can't be the last sentence, can it?"

He didn't quite understand.

At this time, the phone vibrated.

[Lu Bai]: I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep. Don't overthink it.

[Zhou Heming]: Oh, goodnight. [emoji]

[Lu Bai]: Good night.