Rebirth: My Childhood Sweetheart Came into My Arms

He Ziyu's voice was neither too loud nor too soft, but just the right volume for Jiang Chengyu to hear clearly.

Then he saw that Jiang Chengyu's ears had turned red.

And the red color is very obvious.

He Ziyu suppressed a laugh: "What I mean is, we're together every day, and I don't want others to think that you've made a bad choice in your friends, picking a good-for-nothing who only wastes Earth's oxygen all day long, which would lower your elegant and refined image."

Jiang Chengyu's heart was pounding because of He Ziyu's double entendre. Hearing this string of flattery that could have blown him into the atmosphere, he almost choked on his own saliva.

And elegant and refined...

This little guy really doesn't hold back when it comes to using adjectives to describe him.

Before Jiang Chengyu could say anything more, He Ziyu had already turned his head back.

Looking at He Ziyu's short, fluffy hair that shimmered with a light brown hue in the sunlight, Jiang Chengyu thought to herself, "This idiot has no idea how much he means to me."

Regardless of whether he's a top student or a poor student, tall or short, fat or thin...

Even decades later, when he is old and wrinkled, he will always be the person worth protecting for a lifetime.

……

At 8:00 a.m., all students gathered on the playground to welcome the opening ceremony.

The queue was arranged according to height. Because He Ziyu was a little late in developing, he couldn't stand next to Jiang Chengyu and was instead arranged behind He Ningqiu.

Staring at the back of He Ningqiu's head, He Ziyu felt like crying but had no tears.

He pursed his lips and muttered to himself: I must drink more milk and jump higher in the future. Even if I can't catch up with Jiang Chengyu, I must at least leave He Ningqiu behind!

"People only admire the brilliance of the flower of success, but they don't know that its bud was soaked in the tears of struggle and sprinkled with the blood of sacrifice..."

The portly principal passionately read from his speech, which he had painstakingly researched overnight on Baidu, while the students below, scorched by the blazing sun, were listless and gloomy.

Finally, after a century of agonizing waiting, the principal, holding the microphone, said, "Now, please welcome Jiang Chengyu, the student council president, to speak on behalf of the students."

Upon hearing Jiang Chengyu's name, the previously lifeless playground instantly seemed to be injected with a stimulant, bursting into enthusiastic applause.

He Ziyu even heard girls swooning over him.

"It's Jiang Chengyu! The school heartthrob of the junior high school at No. 8 Middle School, and I heard he's also incredibly gentle."

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"I think he's single. I'm planning to join the student council this semester to make my presence felt~"

"Count me in!"

The girls' chatter didn't bother He Ziyu at all; instead, it stirred up a small sense of pride deep within him. He felt incredibly lucky, especially when he thought that this outstanding person only had eyes for him.

As the applause gradually subsided, Jiang Chengyu walked onto the stage in the bright morning sun, held the microphone stand to test the sound, and then put his index finger to his lips to make a "quiet" gesture.

The playground fell silent instantly.

It was only then that He Ziyu began to feel nervous.

In his previous life, Jiang Chengyu confessed his feelings to him at this very moment, causing an uproar throughout the school. He not only lost his position as the student council president but also became known as a disappointing son in his father's eyes.

In this life, he did not want Jiang Chengyu to repeat the same mistakes.

He Ziyu secretly prayed that his words yesterday would awaken Jiang Chengyu. At the same time, he shifted his feet, shrinking completely behind He Ningqiu, muttering to himself, "You can't see me, you can't see me..."

After a brief silence, Jiang Chengyu's warm and pleasant voice came through the loudspeaker.