My Girlfriend Who Develops Through Development

My Girlfriend Who Develops Through Development

Author: Buddhist Monk

Summary:

My girlfriend is from a thousand years ago, and her father gave me a system...

Chapter 1 Hello, my name is An Youyu

"Let me touch it."

"You... hooligan!"

In the classroom of Class 2, Grade 12 at Jingchuan No. 2 Middle School, a worn-out clock ticks away on the wall.

At the back of the classroom, Lin Mo cornered a girl, and they stared at each other.

The girl's name was An Youyu. She was 18 years old, with an oval face and clear, bright eyes. Her delicate body was frail, and she exuded a refined air. Her loose school uniform could not hide her enviable curves, which far exceeded those of her peers. Her waist-length black hair was tied into a low ponytail with a red ribbon.

Clean, like the sky after the rain, it needs nothing to do, its very existence is the youth of countless people.

"Just touch it once."

An Youyu's eyes were wary, and her pale, sickly cheeks flushed red. "No!"

Her soft, gentle voice had an ethereal quality that soothed the soul.

Lin Mo's brows furrowed with helplessness. A week ago, he was reborn into his senior year of high school, and it was on this very day that An Youyu transferred to his school.

The moment he saw An Youyu, he awakened the Goddess Cultivation System.

Moreover, for some reason, he felt a piercing pain that touched his soul and was indescribable. Yet, he couldn't recall any memories related to An Youyu, only knowing that this girl was very important to him.

Rebirth, cheat codes; it's all there!

However, this goddess cultivation system requires activation, and the activation conditions are rather peculiar, requiring Lin Mo to touch An Youyu's face only with her permission.

This activation condition seems simple, but it is actually very difficult.

An Youyu is a loner and doesn't fit in with others at all; she spends most of her time in the classroom.

This is precisely why Lin Mo has been unable to find an opportunity to be alone with An Youyu. In addition, An Youyu is naturally timid and would find it difficult to agree to such a request.

During the second chemistry lab class in the afternoon, Lin Mo noticed that An Youyu had left the lab early. He naturally couldn't miss such a rare opportunity.

This was the scene just now.

Can……

Unsurprisingly, he was rejected.

The bell rang at the appropriate time to signal the end of get out of class.

Like a frightened bird, An Youyu pushed Lin Mo aside and ran to her seat.

As the students from Class 2 who had been in the lab returned to the classroom one after another, many boys would leave a piece of paper, or even several pieces, on An Youyu's desk as they passed by her seat.

After An Youyu came to No. 2 Middle School, the boys were amazed by her beauty, and this happened every day.

An Youyu frowned, wanting to throw the letters into the trash can by the classroom door, but just as she stood up, she noticed that the homeroom teacher, Yan Shiming, was walking into the classroom, so she could only temporarily stuff the letters into her desk.

The class passed quickly. Originally, the last class was Yan Shiming's math class, but he had something come up and it was changed to Chinese class.

During the break between classes, An Youyu threw all the letters in her desk into the trash can.

As she turned around, she took a deep breath, made a difficult decision in her heart, and walked quietly towards the back of the classroom.

At that moment, Lin Mo was slumped over the table, deep in thought, when he suddenly heard An Youyu's voice.

"Lin Mo, you...you can apply to the same university as me?"

In an instant, everyone in the classroom looked toward the last row by the window.

A girl invited a boy to apply to the same university?

Everyone knows exactly what those words mean.

It's an invitation, an agreement, and more than that...

"Click——"

Countless heartbreaks echoed.

Lin Mo looked up in disbelief, a distant memory surfacing in his mind.

Time can erode everything, and memories are no exception.

This scene is one I experienced in my past life.

As he relived his past life, the fog that had been lingering in Lin Mo's mind gradually dissipated, and the events of his previous life became clearer.

"C-can it?"

"can."

Hearing Lin Mo agree, An Youyu's nervousness lessened a bit, but she still stammered, "After...after school, could you stay a little longer?"

"it is good!"

"Thank you."

An Youyu breathed a sigh of relief and quickly turned around to walk back to her seat.

Gu Fan, who was sitting at the same table, kicked Lin Mo under the table. "Not bad! You usually don't show off, but you've already managed to steal An Youyu away in just one week. Brother Mo, I bow to you!"

Lin Mo raised an eyelid and said, "I can bow, but please show some sincerity."

"What do you mean?"

"Kneel down and bow."

"..."

After this little incident, during the last class in the afternoon, the boys in Class 2 were as listless as wilted eggplants.

This left the Chinese language teacher, Wei Qingguo, completely bewildered, with no idea what had happened.

"jingle--"

The school bell rings.

The students began packing their things and left one after another.

Class monitor Zhou Wenhao, carrying his schoolbag, came to the back of the classroom, his eyes blazing with murderous intent. "Stay away from An Youyu!"

Lin Mo raised his head expressionlessly. "Are you finished?"

"I advise you to have some self-awareness."

Zhou Wenhao turned to look at An Youyu, who was still engrossed in doing practice problems. He wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say. In the end, he threw down a harsh remark and left the classroom in a huff.

Soft sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating every corner of the classroom and adding a touch of beauty to this place where students were engrossed in their studies and looking towards the future.

Lin Mo remained in his seat and did not approach to disturb him.

In his past life, he was so excited that he forgot the girl's whispered instructions and was the first to rush out of the classroom after school...

a long time.

An Youyu put down her pen, packed her things, and went to the back of the classroom. "I thought you were going to leave."

"Maybe before, but not this time."

A hint of doubt flashed in An Youyu's eyes, but she didn't delve into it and pulled out a chair to sit in front of Lin Mo.

Lin Mo quietly looked at the girl. Bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun outside the window, the girl was as beautiful as a figure in a painting, or even more like the white moonlight.

The two stared at each other for almost a minute before An Youyu broke the silence, "Hello, my name is An Youyu..."

This sentence alone reveals her inner tension.

"Let me speak first, shall I?"

An Youyu remained silent for a few seconds, then gave a soft "hmm".

Lin Mo leaned forward slightly, "You want to apply to Tsinghua University?"

"you……"

"What a coincidence, me too."

In his previous life, Lin Mo and An Youyu had known each other for only a little over two months, but this period became the most beautiful memory of his life, without exception.

Two weeks before the college entrance examination, he and An Youyu walked home from school together. When they reached an intersection, they encountered an accident. The driver was drunk and drove straight into the two of them.

At the critical moment, he was pushed away by An Youyu and saved his life, but her life was forever frozen on that day.

On his deathbed, An Youyu lay in a pool of blood, struggling to raise her blood-stained arm and haphazardly touch his face.

He cried so hard, so very hard...

Scenes from the past flashed before Lin Mo's eyes like a slideshow, and his hands under the table gradually clenched.

An Youyu lowered her head, her delicate nose twitching slightly, surprise and astonishment flashing in her eyes, "A deal... is it?"

"A word is settled!"

"So, can I touch it?"

Chapter 2 Goddess Cultivation System

In the classroom.

The two looked at each other, speechless for a long time.

Just as Lin Mo was about to give up, An Youyu's voice rang out, "Why do you insist on touching my face?"

"secret."

An Youyu bit her lip lightly, her long eyelashes trembling. She remained silent for nearly half a minute, then gripped the hem of her clothes even tighter. "Just... just for a moment."

"it is good."

Lin Mo placed his right hand on An Youyu's cheek, the soft and smooth texture like jelly.