Rebirth: My Childhood Sweetheart Came into My Arms

He Ziyu was excited when he saw a hand reaching out from under the partition. He bent down and took it without even seeing what it was.

The small plastic bottle had three words clearly printed on it: "Glycerin."

He Ziyu's lips twitched slightly. Just as he was about to explain that he wasn't constipated, the guy next door started giving him a lesson in the tone of someone who'd been there before: "You've never used this before, have you? The method is very simple. First, make a small opening on top, then insert it into your anus, and then squeeze in the glycerin. Remember to be very gentle. Don't ask me how I know."

He Ziyu paused for two seconds, then asked, "Isn't that the same as anal sex?"

He had seen glycerin suppositories before, but had never used them, mainly because his sex life had always been quite normal, so he had never had the chance to use one.

Upon hearing the words "anal sex," the guy next door suddenly became agitated. "No, no, it's not the same! This is for treatment! Don't be so vulgar! Besides, the feeling is completely different!"

He Ziyu raised an eyebrow. "How do you know it feels different?"

"Just guessing!"

The older brother's voice rose with excitement, then seemed to be muted, and he remained silent no matter what He Ziyu asked.

Thinking that his older brother meant well, He Ziyu still put the glycerin suppository into his pocket.

After calming down in the cubicle for a while, and seeing that class was about to start, He Ziyu adjusted his breathing and prepared to head home.

No sooner had I stepped out of the restroom than a familiar figure stopped me.

"Isn't this Young Master He?" Liu Wen stood in front of him, one hand in his pocket, his eyes searching around. "Where's Jiang Chengyu? Why isn't he with you?"

Yesterday, Jiang Chengyu publicly humiliated him, and he dreamt of begging for mercy on his knees. Now, seeing He Ziyu all alone, he felt a surge of anger rising within him, and he wished he could drag him to the toilet and beat him up.

But even if Liu Wen had the guts to do it, he wouldn't dare to actually do it.

Not to mention that He Ziyu has Jiang Chengyu, that formidable "protector of flowers," just considering the He family's influence in Yuecheng, even the Lan family wouldn't dare to offend them easily, let alone someone as insignificant as him.

If he really beats He Ziyu badly, his own obituary will probably be plastered all over the No. 8 Middle School tomorrow.

"Excuse me." He Ziyu's voice was cold, and his long, narrow, shimmering eyes were devoid of any warmth.

"What? Can't I even say hello?" Liu Wen chewed his gum, his tone somewhat provocative.

He Ziyu was too lazy to waste words with him and prepared to go back to class by going around him. Unexpectedly, when he went left, Liu Wen went left, and when he went right, Liu Wen went right.

He Ziyu felt a surge of irritation.

After seven years of reflection, his spoiled young master temper had actually subsided considerably compared to his previous life, but when he saw Liu Wen's irritating appearance, he still couldn't help but lose his composure.

He really wanted to punch him, he really wanted to.

If it were in the past, he would definitely have done that.

But having been given a second chance at life, he has more to consider and can no longer act impulsively without considering the consequences, ruining his image in the eyes of his parents and teachers, and losing the people he cares about.

Thinking of this, He Ziyu raised an eyebrow, suppressed the urge to punch someone, took out the enema that his neighbor had given him from his pocket, and handed it to Liu Wen at the right moment.

Liu Wen spread out his palms, completely bewildered.

While he was studying what that thing was, He Ziyu strode away with his chin slightly raised.

A moment later, a merciless jeer came from behind.

"Liu Wen, what are you doing with that suppository? Are you constipated?"

"Screw you!"