Rebirth: My Childhood Sweetheart Came into My Arms

"Judging from the current situation, all your values ​​are normal. The sudden dizziness may be due to poor ventilation in the classroom or not sleeping well last night." In the infirmary, Fan Xunmei put the blood pressure monitor back in the cabinet, then took out a piece of chocolate and handed it to Jiang Nanqiao, "Have some sweets to replenish your energy."

Upon seeing the chocolate, Jiang Nanqiao vomited like a pregnant woman with morning sickness, then frantically waved her hands, "No, no, teacher, I... um, I don't really want anything sweet."

Adding more chocolate would only make matters worse, potentially sending him straight to the intensive care unit!

Fan Xunmei thought Jiang Nanqiao had lost her appetite because she wasn't feeling well, so she affectionately patted her head and said, "Then lie down and rest for a while, and go back to class when you feel better."

"Yes, thank you, teacher."

Jiang Nanqiao lay flat on the bed, clutching the sheets with both hands, feeling incredibly embarrassed.

What? The classroom isn't well-ventilated? I didn't sleep well last night...

Her symptoms are clearly high blood sugar! (TДT)

The political class was so boring that she started doodling in her notebook as usual. But as she was drawing, the news of Jingran and Beiyao's official announcement of their relationship popped into her mind, and the characters she drew began to unconsciously gravitate towards the two of them.

From holding hands while strolling, to passionate kisses in the garden, and then to wall slams and bed slams...

Jiang Nanqiao drew very quickly, the pen moving across the paper with incredible speed and precision, as if it had a soul. When she finished, she almost had a nosebleed.

She herself has no idea when her drawing skills became so good!

Jiang Nanqiao blushed and her heart raced as she looked at the original masterpiece before her. Before long, she began to feel short of breath and slumped onto the table in a daze.

Han Zhiruo quickly noticed her unusual behavior and offered to take her to the infirmary.

Jiang Nanqiao initially refused, after all, she knew her own situation very well, and that this was the side effect of eating too much sugar. But Han Zhiruo didn't know that and thought there was something wrong with her body. She was so scared that she quickly raised her hand to report to the teacher and forcibly took her to the infirmary.

She was genuinely grateful for Han Zhiruo's concern, and her heart felt warmed by it.

Thinking about it, Jiang Nanqiao looked at Han Zhiruo and said weakly, "Ruoruo, you're so good."

Han Zhiruo was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, and soon her ears turned red.

Jiang Nanqiao didn't notice this detail at all. Instead, she gently squeezed Han Zhiruo's fair hand twice and said, "Actually... I used to do this all the time. They're all used to it. Only you are so worried about me."

"..." Han Zhiruo stood there stunned, a faint electric current running from his fingertips straight to his heart.

Jiang Nanqiao's hand was soft, and it inadvertently stirred up layers of ripples deep in her heart. Driven by impulse, Han Zhiruo held Jiang Nanqiao's hand and looked at her intently.

Jiang Nanqiao seemed to sense something was amiss. Her eyes flickered, and she suddenly remembered that Han Zhiruo liked girls, so she quickly withdrew her hand.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to take advantage of you, I..."

"I'll get you a glass of water."

Han Zhiruo quickly changed the subject, lowered her head and walked towards the water dispenser not far away.

Jiang Nanqiao looked at Han Zhiruo's back and seemed to have figured something out.

A moment later, Han Zhiruo handed her a glass of warm water.

Jiang Nanqiao propped herself up and sat up, took a couple of sips, and glanced at Han Zhiruo's face twice without making a sound.

Long eyelashes, a high nose bridge...

His looks are top-notch, not to mention in the whole of Moon City.

I wonder who will end up with such a beautiful young lady.

……

The effects of high blood sugar were quite strong, and Jiang Nanqiao rested in the infirmary for a long time before returning to class with Han Zhiruo just before school ended.

Jingran's seat was still empty, and He Ziyu and Jiang Chengyu were not in the classroom either. Instead, a few boys were gathered around her desk, chattering away.

As she got closer, she overheard the boys' conversation.

"That's just how yaoi fans are, they like two men having sex with each other."

"What are we going to do with two men?"

"Don't you know? It's when one person plays with another person's anus, and they even do enemas or something. It's disgusting."

"Holy crap, this is extreme! Are these girls toxic?"

"That's why they say fujoshi (female fans of male-male romance) are all mentally unstable; they only like these perverted things..."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Nanqiao frowned and was about to rush forward when Han Zhiruo grabbed her wrist.

"I'll do it."

"Oh, Ruoruo..."

Under Jiang Nanqiao's worried gaze, Han Zhiruo smoothed her hair, calmly strode over to the group of boys, and tapped the table with her index finger.

When the boys saw that the person who came was Han Zhiruo, they immediately stopped talking and put on ingratiating smiles.

"Hey, isn't this the class beauty?"

"What do you want with us?"

Han Zhiruo took a deep breath, her gaze falling on Jiang Nanqiao's graffiti, which had been ransacked by the boys, and a sudden surge of anger ignited in her eyes.

She knows that there are quite a few homophobic people these days, and she never expects them to truly accept sympathetic relationships. But out of respect, they should keep their negative feelings to themselves, just like Jiang Nanqiao, who, no matter how much she likes someone, only enjoys it in her own private space and will not actively impose her views on others.

Unfortunately, these boys in front of me didn't understand such a simple principle.

"Who gave you permission to rummage through other people's things?" Han Zhiruo stared straight at the boy, her gaze cold and indifferent.

"We're just looking around, nothing more..." Boy A chuckled awkwardly, pretending to arrange the paintings neatly.

"Yeah, yeah, I've already coded it for her." Boy B chimed in from the side.

Han Zhiruo remained silent, his fingertips lightly tracing the surface of the table.

After a long pause, she coldly squeezed out two words—

"Apologize."

Boys A, B, and C were taken aback, and then looked at each other for a few seconds.

Han Zhiruo was the class beauty and their goddess. But a goddess is a goddess, and they hadn't known each other for long. Once dignity was involved, their so-called "liking" immediately became superficial and shallow.

"Apologize? What are you apologizing for?" Boy C raised his chin, looking indignant.

Han Zhiruo looked at him and said, word by word, "You went through Jiang Nanqiao's things without permission, so you should apologize to her."

Boy C was probably a severe homophobe. He already felt uncomfortable seeing the disgusting things Jiang Nanqiao drew, and now that Han Zhiruo had criticized him like that, he was even more furious.

"She drew such disgusting stuff and insulted my eyes, why don't you make her apologize to me?"

"Did she force you to look at it?" Han Zhiruo took a step forward, getting very close to the boy. "Or did the painting grow legs and just appear right under your nose?"

"you……"

Seeing that the two were about to start arguing, Jiang Nanqiao quickly stepped forward and grabbed Han Zhiruo's arm.

"Ruoruo, forget it, let them watch, anyway..."

"This is none of your business."

"what?"

Han Zhiruo pulled Jiang Nanqiao's hand off her arm and said gently, "Go wait over there."

The beautiful woman's words seemed to possess a magical power, making it impossible for anyone to refuse. Jiang Nanqiao obediently stepped aside, tightly gripping the hem of her skirt with both hands, and waited to see what would happen.

Then look at the boys, who are on the edge of the storm, yet remain oblivious.

"Miss Han, so what if you're a little pretty? You really think you're something special?" Boy C was clearly provoked by Han Zhiruo's cold demeanor, and his voice involuntarily rose. "Do you think we guys are all your lapdogs, that we'll listen to whatever you say? Let me tell you, don't dream about it. I don't even look at a useless vase like you. Apologize... apologize my ass! I can look at you if I want, it's none of your business, understand?"

Boy A: "Alright, alright, bro, she's a girl after all..."

"What's wrong with girls? Just because they're girls doesn't mean they can boss me around!" Boy C glared at Boy A. "And you, can't you have any backbone? You like her, but has she even given you a second glance? You're always wearing that deadpan face, I don't know who you're trying to impress..."

Standing to the side, Jiang Nanqiao frowned even more when she saw the fierce look on the boy's face.

Although she had heard that the entire class was concentrated in the bottom-ranked Class 7, seeing it in person still completely changed her worldview.

Water that is too clear has no fish; a person who is shameless is invincible.

This guy, C, has clearly reached an unparalleled level of shamelessness.

Faced with the boy's foul-mouthed insults, Han Zhiruo remained calm. After the boy had finished spewing out all his ancestors, she asked in a low voice, "Are you done?"

"Talk about your mother..."

Before he could finish speaking, boy C felt himself being pulled away by a brute force.

Boy A & Boy B: (⊙O⊙)!!

Han Zhiruo had been holding back for a long time, but her emotions finally exploded. She grabbed the boy C's arm, threw him to the ground, and kicked him in the crotch.

At the same time, pig-like screams echoed throughout the classroom.

Han Zhiruo, with a cold face and no intention of stopping, bent down, grabbed the boy C's hair, and slammed his head against the ground repeatedly with dull thuds.

Jiang Nanqiao was stunned by what was happening before her eyes.

She stared in disbelief at the suddenly enraged Han Zhiruo, unable to comprehend how such a refined young lady could be so ruthless, acting exactly like a female assassin from the martial arts world…

"Stop hitting me, stop hitting me, Miss Han, grandma..." The other two boys stood to the side, begging for mercy in a low voice. Their arrogance from before had vanished, leaving only humility.

More and more classmates gathered to watch the spectacle, and Han Zhiruo only stopped when the bell rang and Bao Yuan entered the classroom, still reluctant to stop.

Boy C was almost unconscious from her beating, lying on the ground groaning. Han Zhiruo calmly moved her wrists, tossed her long hair behind her back, looked around, and said coldly:

"I, Han Zhiruo, am making this clear today: anyone who dares to bully my friend again will suffer a much worse fate. Do you understand?"