My girlfriend was reborn.

Chapter 67: At the Start of the Journey, a Prank
"Ah He, is this your first time traveling so far by yourself?"

On Thursday evening, after washing up, Cheng Shuangjiang studied in Zhou Heming's room for a while when she suddenly spoke up.

"Does it count? I think it does."

Zhou Heming originally wanted to say that since his uncle was with him, he wouldn't be considered alone, but then he thought that Cheng Lingjun was just a teacher, not a parent, so it wouldn't be wrong to count him as one person.

"Have your things been packed?"

"Of course there is none."

We've been together all night until bedtime, so you know better than I do whether I've packed my things or not.

"Let's pack up then."

She capped the pen.

"Oh? I can do it myself, no need to trouble you."

Zhou Heming instinctively declined the girl's help.

"Ah He, I'm your girlfriend, it's only natural for me to help you with tidying up. You have to get used to it, get used to me taking care of you~"

Her smile utterly shattered Zhou Heming's rejection.

"Well, that's fine."

He got up and opened the wardrobe.

Wearing a school uniform would be appropriate for an interview, but Cheng Lingjun suggested it would be better to prepare another set and decide based on the situation.

However, Zhou Heming's formal attire had some elements of a funeral home, as it was all dark-colored and looked gloomy.

Which one should we take?

His indecisiveness struck again.

"Let me see. Ah He, go and pack some clean clothes to change into."

After a pause, the girl ultimately didn't say the word "underwear".

"it is good."

Zhou Heming left the bedroom and went to the portable wardrobe outside the bathroom door, which was placed there because there wasn't enough space, to pack his change of clothes.

There's no difficulty in choosing this one; you can just pick one up and be done with it.

Because the high-speed train departs at around 7 p.m., he doesn't have time to go home. He has to go directly to the train station with Cheng Lingjun after school, and he has to put his clothes in his schoolbag.

Fortunately, after entering his senior year of high school, he basically stopped bringing textbooks home. Today, he didn't even bring test papers or exercise books, only materials for reviewing the targeted exam.

Zhou Heming stuffed his underwear and a new towel into his backpack, then put a pair of unopened disposable slippers underneath. Thinking that the hotel should provide toothbrushes and cups so he wouldn't need to bring his own, he went into the bedroom.

"Frost's Descent, it's about the same here."

As he was speaking, he saw the girl patiently and carefully folding his clothes.

She chose a beige shirt to match Zhou Heming's usual jacket, giving off a formal yet relaxed vibe. However, the girl's slow and gentle movements made Zhou Heming feel a little dazed.

He vaguely remembered that when he was a child, his mother would help him pack his luggage the night before his father was to go on a business trip, folding his clothes one by one and putting them into the suitcase.

"what happened?"

The girl looked up and found Zhou Heming just leaning against the door frame, staring blankly at her.

"Well, it just suddenly occurred to me that I once read in a book that a girl is most beautiful on her wedding day when she says 'I do' in her wedding dress. But now I think that you are most beautiful right now, on the night before I leave, as you carefully fold my clothes."

The boy spoke his mind frankly, which made Cheng Shuangjiang, who was helping to pack his luggage, freeze in her tracks.

Cherry blossom pink crept up her collarbone and neck, then tinged her ear tips red. She pretended to be calm as she tried to stuff the folded clothes into the closet, completely unaware that she had just taken the clothes out of the closet.

"Ah He, you're so cunning! You ambushed me!"

She said this with such anger.

"I'm sorry, I just felt like saying it."

Zhou Heming spoke the truth and apologized to the other party.

"A verbal apology isn't enough at this point."

She put down her clothes, stood up, came to him, then slightly opened her arms and closed her eyes.

"Today's recharge."

They keep demanding this.

Zhou Heming smiled slightly and hugged Cheng Shuangjiang.

This is a warm embrace that makes the room no longer cold in early winter.

It's like sitting on a park bench, and a kitten with beautiful emerald eyes and soft fur jumps onto the bench, curls up beside you, purrs, and rubs against you from time to time—it's a pleasant and comforting experience.

After what seemed like an eternity, the two reluctantly let go of each other.

"I feel like it will interfere with my studies."

Cheng Shuangjiang said, seemingly somewhat annoyed.

"No delay, no delay, five minutes of charging, three hours of hard work."

Zhou Heming understood and denied it.

"Well, I can't argue with Ahe at all. These are the two outfits I'll take. I'll choose the one that suits me best for the interview, depending on the weather."

It's not that I can't say it's true.

"You still choose based on the weather?"

Zhou Heming wondered if there were such intricacies to job interviews? Could it be some kind of sophisticated psychological suggestion, like how color and temperature subtly influence human perception?
"I'll wear this if it rains, so it won't get wet or dirty easily. If it doesn't rain, I'll wear this one too, so it looks fresher and more cheerful."

Cheng Shuangjiang said helplessly.

"Huh? Oh." High-end ingredients often only require the simplest cooking methods.

The seemingly profound psychological principles behind the pairings are actually just about how easily they get dirty.

I put the two pieces of clothing away, made sure I hadn't forgotten anything important in my backpack, and it was almost midnight.

After saying goodnight to each other, Zhou Heming's room suddenly fell silent.

He was a little nervous, but things had come to this point, and Zhou Heming could only do his best, accept his fate, and have faith in Cheng Lingjun, Cheng Shuangjiang, and himself.

Just then, his phone vibrated; it was a WeChat message from Lu Bai.

[Lu Bai]: Good luck on your exam this weekend.

It's just an ordinary one.

Zhou Heming replied with a thank you.

After waiting for a while, it seemed that Lu Bai was just there to refuel and not to start any conversation.

Having spent so much time with her, Zhou Heming felt he had figured out some of the girl's temperament. Although she was naturally outgoing, sometimes she would chat about random things before getting down to business, just like Zhou Heming did, until the conversation warmed up before getting to the point. This was completely different from the straightforward Cheng Shuangjiang.

Is this also the art of conversation?

She probably didn't intend to disturb Zhou Heming's exam.

After putting down his phone, he suddenly realized something.

"Wait a minute, if I have to go to the high-speed rail station after class tomorrow, won't I miss the chance to hug Shuangjiang?"

"Moreover, not to mention Sunday, there definitely won't be any on Saturday either."

It was supposed to charge once a day, but it broke its promise in less than a week.

"How about we wait until after midnight to find her? Are you stupid, Zhou Heming?"

Immediately realizing his mistake, Zhou Heming felt that he was being incredibly naive by dwelling on these things.

The two of them have a long time ahead of them, and this brief separation is for a better tomorrow.

Even so, Zhou Heming still studied until late at night. He hesitated for a while about whether to ask Cheng Shuangjiang if she was still asleep. He typed and deleted several times in the chat box before putting down his phone, turning off the light, and going to sleep.

The next day.

Good morning, Ahe! Have a happy day today!

In the early morning, Cheng Shuangjiang greeted him as usual. After a night's sleep, Zhou Heming had calmed down and was no longer so conflicted about whether or not to hug. Instead, he felt a certain tension.

I felt restless all day.

He dared to say that even during the college entrance examination, he shouldn't be this anxious.

Despite having prepared for a month, having access to study materials from seniors, receiving meticulous guidance from Cheng Lingjun, and even obtaining crucial information about the afternoon's exam, Zhou Heming seemed to have a sure lead and no fear of defeat. However, facing the immense pressure from the future, Zhou Heming still felt somewhat overwhelmed.

The family's debts, the medical expenses for Cheng Shuangjiang's hands, and everything the two of them need to survive in this world—these are things that an eighteen-year-old shouldn't be thinking about.

However, Zhou Heming wanted a future with her.

Therefore, he had to consider it.

When the bell rang, school was over, and the students rushed to the cafeteria or the small shops outside. For them, it was just an ordinary Friday in their senior year of high school.

"Good luck on your exam tomorrow, Ahe!"

Xu Youyou adjusted her glasses and encouraged Zhou Heming.

"It's a sure thing. I consulted Guan Yu, and he gave me nine holy cups that day, saying that you will definitely pass the exam this time."

Qiao Jinchen clearly learned the lines from some short video and is using them on the spot.

"Then I am truly grateful to Lord Guan Sheng."

Zhou Heming smiled and gestured for the two of them to hurry up and have dinner. He then picked up his schoolbag and walked out of the classroom.

While in the hallway, he glanced in the direction of the honors class classroom and picked up his phone.

[Zhou Heming]: Then I'll go find Teacher Cheng first. Have a good dinner tonight and wait for me to come back on Sunday.

no reply.

They might still be going overtime.

Zhou Heming received a message from Cheng Lingjun, asking him to go to the Chinese language group's office.

He glanced back, quickened his pace, and hurried over to Cheng Lingjun.

"The other student will be here soon. Please double-check that you haven't forgotten anything, such as your ID card."

Cheng Lingjun had also finished packing his things. He checked his phone and gave some instructions.

Zhou Heming then opened his schoolbag and checked it again.

Just then, he saw Cheng Lingjun raise his head and look towards the doorway.

Another candidate?

Zhou Heming pondered that he had never met the other person before and didn't know what kind of person they were.

The next moment, he saw his girlfriend, Cheng Shuangjiang, standing at the office door with her backpack on.

"Uncle, Ah He, I'm a little late, I've gone overtime~"

That's how she greeted him.

Seeing Zhou Heming staring blankly, unsure of what expression to make, Cheng Shuangjiang smiled gently, like a child who had finally succeeded in playing a prank.

"My uncle and I are accompanying you, Ahe, to Ningjiang for your exam. How about that? Surprised?"

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