Rebirth: My Childhood Sweetheart Came into My Arms

Han Zhiruo subconsciously moved to the side, her gaze fixed on Jiang Nanqiao the whole time.

Perhaps it was because distance makes the heart grow fonder, but after a period of cooling off, she felt that Jiang Nanqiao was more attractive than before.

"Wow, your writing is amazing! You used so many idioms..." Fu Jiya leaned over Han Zhiruo's desk without any hesitation, staring at her essay. "Playing with fire, vying for supremacy... Ruoruo, didn't you study in America? How do you know so much?"

Han Zhiruo snapped out of her daze and flipped the test paper over.

"We're talking about essay writing now. You already know the essay topic, so there's not much you need to look at the paper."

"But I want to see what you wrote~" Fu Jiya deliberately dragged out the last syllable, coaxing her, "Your score this time wasn't low either, at least it's higher than mine, let me learn from it."

Han Zhiruo: "The person who wrote the perfect essay is standing right in front of me. Instead of looking at mine, I'd rather listen to her share her experience."

Fu Jiya was a little annoyed after being turned away and looked away from Han Zhiruo's exam paper.

But he did not return to his seat.

She placed her left hand on Han Zhiruo's desk, deliberately leaning closer to her, her fingertips casually tapping the surface.

"This essay topic is quite concrete, but concrete doesn't mean you should deliberately narrow your perspective. To help you broaden your thinking, I've summarized the following keywords..."

Jiang Nanqiao spoke eloquently on the podium, occasionally writing neat and powerful characters on the blackboard with chalk.

Han Zhiruo stared blankly at the words on the blackboard, lost in thought.

"Hey, I have a question for you." Fu Jiya nudged her arm, "Before the class division, weren't you and Jiang Nanqiao quite close?"

"Um."

"So why aren't you guys playing together anymore?"

"We've been separated into different classes, so we don't see each other often."

Han Zhiruo's reply was lukewarm, clearly indicating that she didn't want to continue the topic.

But Fu Jiya relentlessly pursued her.

"But I feel like class reassignment is just an excuse. Look at our classmates, they still go out and play with their old friends after class, and..."

"Are you going to listen or not?" Han Zhiruo couldn't stand Fu Jiya's nagging any longer and gave her a cold look. "If you're not going to listen, then get out and don't bother the other people."

Fu Jiya clearly hadn't expected Han Zhiruo to speak to her in this way, and her temper flared up instantly. She lowered her voice and questioned him:

"Han Zhiruo, what do you mean? I consider you a friend, can't I even chat with you casually?"

Upon hearing this, Han Zhiruo couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.

Then, he looked at Fu Jiya.

"Are you sure you only see me as a friend?"

One sentence left Fu Jiya speechless.

Fu Jiya is the apple of the Fu family's eye, a pampered little princess. At school, people always give her a wide berth.

Apart from Han Zhiruo.

I had heard of Fu Jiya, the "school beauty" who transferred to No. 8 Middle School, before, but we weren't in the same class and didn't have much opportunity to get to know each other.

It wasn't until they were assigned to different classes and sat together that Fu Jiya began to take an interest in this aloof girl.

Of course, this interest is not the same as that interest.

Fu Jiya is straight, and her interest in Han Zhiruo is entirely due to the Han family's influence in Yuecheng.

Girls are naturally inclined to form cliques, and given Fu Jiya's high self-esteem, she naturally wanted to make friends with "high-quality" people.

The matter should have ended there.

But one day, Fu Jiya suddenly learned about Han Zhiruo's daughter from her former American classmate.

Then, driven by curiosity, the proud and arrogant Fu Jiya came up with a terrible idea—

She pretended to be gay to seduce Han Zhiruo.

She did this for two reasons.

One was trying to prove their own charm, while the other was simply curious and wanted to know how girls date.

So the proud and arrogant little princess of the Fu family, who wanted everything she desired, began to take action.

He would chat with Han Zhiruo every day, and several times he would squeeze into a table with her to read books, using the excuse that he had forgotten to bring his own.

Strangely, Han Zhiruo didn't react at all, and even seemed to want to keep his distance.

As her thoughts returned to the present, Fu Jiya noticed that Han Zhiruo was still staring at her intently, and she immediately felt a little uncomfortable.

Pretending to be gay is something you can't keep up with forever; eventually, flaws will inevitably be revealed.

Just like now, when Han Zhiruo really stared intently at her with his unfathomable eyes, the resentment she felt from the inside out was particularly strong.

Fu Jiya suppressed her discomfort and said, "Of course we're friends, what else could we be?"

Han Zhiruo paused for a few seconds, chuckled, and then looked away.

If it weren't for the fact that the Fu family had business dealings with them, she wouldn't have tolerated Fu Jiya for so long.

It seems that only when the cooperation between the two parties ends can she openly break ties with Fu Jiya without any scruples.

"Therefore, I used a flashback in this section..."

On the podium, Jiang Nanqiao slowed down her speech, her attention involuntarily drawn to Han Zhiruo and the girl next to her.

The two seemed to be constantly talking and were very close together, even though they didn't need to look at anything together, they still stuck together.

Suddenly, a strange emotion welled up in my chest.

"Flashback...that is..."

Who is that girl? Is she Han Zhiruo's new friend?

"It's just one kind of..."

Hasn't she always preferred to be alone?

"A sort of……"

Does this mean that she doesn't consider herself special?

Jiang Nanqiao's chaotic thoughts made her forget to organize her thoughts, and her speech became hesitant and stuttering.

She stared straight at Han Zhiruo, her mind filled with many unanswered questions. She wanted to rush up and ask her, but she didn't have the courage.

The classmates quickly realized that something was wrong with Jiang Nanqiao and lowered their heads to whisper among themselves.

Han Zhiruo frowned slightly.

After a moment's pause, she suddenly stood up and walked straight to the podium.

Jiang Nanqiao was startled, her eyes widened, and before she could ask Han Zhiruo what she was going to do, she was grabbed by the wrist and dragged out of the classroom.

The class immediately erupted in sighs.

"What's going on? Why did you suddenly stop talking?"

"Where did Han Zhiruo take her?"

"I don't know, those two are so strange..."

As soon as Jiang Nanqiao left, and with the teacher absent, the students immediately switched to rest mode and started running around in a panic.

He Ziyu lowered his head and sent a text message to Jiang Chengyu.

In that case, who wins and who loses?

Jiang Chengyu quickly replied: "It's obvious we've all lost."

It wasn't Jiang Nanqiao who approached Han Zhiruo first, nor was it Han Zhiruo who approached Jiang Nanqiao first.

Two people who are truly attracted to each other only need to exchange a glance to feel an earth-shattering sensation.

……

Han Zhiruo pulled Jiang Nanqiao along until they reached an empty rooftop, where they stopped, panting heavily.

This was the first place Jiang Nanqiao took her to visit on her first day at No. 8 Middle School.

The two of them were sitting together on a swing, gazing at the scenery in the distance.

I didn't expect time to pass so quickly.

"Huff, huff..." Jiang Nanqiao bent over, panting, before finally raising her head to look at Han Zhiruo. "Ruoruo, you..."

Before Jiang Nanqiao could finish speaking, Han Zhiruo grabbed her arm and pinned her against the railing.

Jiang Nanqiao swallowed, too nervous to breathe.

She didn't know why Han Zhiruo had suddenly pulled her out to do something, but it was probably just what she was thinking.

After a long pause, Han Zhiruo murmured:

"I had originally planned to give up..."

"But when I saw the look in your eyes just now, I suddenly realized that if I don't say some things now, I'll regret it for the rest of my life."

Jiang Nanqiao: "I know what you're going to say!"

Han Zhiruo: "You know?"

Jiang Nanqiao fidgeted with the hem of her skirt, somewhat regretting her impulsive interruption of Han Zhiruo's words. But then she thought that even if she didn't say anything, Han Zhiruo would bring it up anyway, so she mustered her courage and said:

"I know what you want to say is that you like me, and I've actually felt it for a long time..."

Han Zhiruo: "So you're deliberately avoiding me because you think I'm disgusting?"

"Of course not!" Jiang Nanqiao denied it outright. "I've never found you disgusting, and don't use that word to describe yourself again. I'm different from your friends..."

"Why is that?" Han Zhiruo pressed. "Was it my probing that bothered you?"

"No, it's not that..." Jiang Nanqiao shook her head, trying to explain, "The reason I kept my distance from you for a while was because I couldn't figure out my own feelings. I wanted to calm down for a while and see if it was just a passing fancy or if I really had feelings for you beyond friendship."

"You said you had originally planned to give up, and so did I."

"These past few days away from you, I thought I had let go and stopped dwelling on it, until I just saw you with that girl, you two..."

"In short, I feel uneasy." Jiang Nanqiao lowered her head, staring at the ground. "I don't know what's wrong with me..."

Han Zhiruo's eyes brightened slightly, and she took Jiang Nanqiao's hands in her hand, calmly saying, "I have nothing to do with that girl."

"Okay, even if you two aren't really connected, what happened when you took a girl to the infirmary?" Jiang Nanqiao said, then added, "You two even added each other on WeChat later."

Han Zhiruo was taken aback upon hearing this.

Then, she smiled and said, "That's because I accidentally bumped into her while running in PE class and injured her. I added her on WeChat to keep track of her injury."

Jiang Nanqiao was a little embarrassed, unsure how to explain her secret observation of Han Zhiruo.

Sure enough, the next second...

Han Zhiruo leaned closer and gently lifted her chin.

"You say you've let go, but you're still so concerned about me behind my back?"

"That's right, it's just a coincidence..."

"Is it just a coincidence that all you see are me?"

"..."

When Han Zhiruo spoke, a unique fragrance filled the air.

Jiang Nanqiao was slightly dazed, her eyes reflecting Han Zhiruo's tall figure and neat short hair, her heart beating faster and faster.

A long period of calm can indeed bring back a person's rationality.

At that moment, reason told her...

She likes Han Zhiruo.

And it's not just about liking someone as a friend.

Thinking of this, Jiang Nanqiao suddenly opened her arms and hugged Han Zhiruo tightly...