Rebirth: My Childhood Sweetheart Came into My Arms

On an autumn afternoon, the golden sunshine bathed every corner of No. 8 Middle School.

At that time, in a corner of the rooftop, He Ziyu sat on a rattan swing, his two long legs swinging casually.

"As class leaders, you two blatantly disregard school rules and regulations, leading the students to skip class and eat instant noodles. Is that really okay?"

Jingran slurped up a mouthful of instant noodles, and a gust of wind lifted his bangs, revealing a small lightning bolt tattoo on his forehead.

He got the tattoo during his first year of junior high school winter break, which was a product of a momentary impulse.

You know, boys that age all like to have something distinctive on their bodies, and Jingran was no exception. At first, he always got lightning bolt patterns tattooed on his sideburns, but then one time his stylist Tony tattooed it backwards, which triggered his obsessive-compulsive disorder. In a fit of anger, he went to a tattoo shop and got a permanent one tattooed on his forehead, saying it would be convenient for Tony to compare.

However, Jingran regretted it after getting the tattoo.

Jing's mother is a typical tiger mother. Although she comes from a prestigious family, she has a terrible temper. Even Jing's father has been turned into a henpecked husband by her.

Jingran knew very well that if his mother found out about the tattoo, his little bottom would definitely get a good spanking.

So he proceeded with extreme caution, as if walking on thin ice.

At first, everything was calm and peaceful, until one time when Jingran went to apply for a passport, the staff asked him to put his bangs up, and Jing's mother immediately noticed the little lightning bolt on his forehead.

Thinking it was some kind of dirt that hadn't been washed off, Jing's mother hugged his head and rubbed it vigorously. But after rubbing for a while, she realized that it was a tattoo!

Then, after failing to get her passport, Jingran was chased for several blocks.

Fortunately, after Jingran pleaded with his mother, she didn't force him to remove the tattoo.

……

"If the teacher asks, just say Ning Qiu got injured and we took him to the infirmary, which took a little time," He Ziyu said, slurping up a mouthful of noodle soup. "Besides, we're not skipping the whole class; we'll go back right after we finish eating."

Jingran nodded, agreeing with He Ziyu's point.

The four of them continued eating their noodles.

He Ningqiu held the instant noodles, somewhat absentmindedly, her eyes constantly glancing at Jiang Chengyu.

At this moment, Jiang Chengyu was looking down, rolling up a strand of noodles and putting it into his mouth. His every move exuded elegance, making him completely different from those handsome men in the ordinary sense.

He really loved this feeling of being untouched by worldly affairs.

"Brother Yu, would you like to try my noodles?" He Ningqiu's cheeks flushed slightly. "Mine tomato flavor is really delicious."

Jiang Chengyu paused in his eating, and before he could speak, He Ziyu said, "He's allergic to tomatoes, so he can't eat them."

Tomato allergy?

Jiang Chengyu raised an eyebrow slightly.

How come he doesn't remember having this problem?

Just as I was wondering, He Ziyu said again, "Brother Yu, come here, I'll give you my noodles."

He Ningqiu: "..."

Although he didn't know what was going on, Jiang Chengyu had a vague feeling that the two were competing, so he chose the latter without hesitation when faced with this easy question with two choices.

Watching Jiang Chengyu get up and walk towards He Ziyu, He Ningqiu squeezed the flour bucket so hard that it almost dented it.

……

The swing on the rooftop is just the right size for two girls, but it would be a bit cramped for two boys.

He Ziyu scrambled to move aside, patted the spot next to him, and said with a radiant smile, "Brother Yu, come on up."

Jiang Chengyu sat down next to He Ziyu. The two were very close, and from behind, they looked like a loving young couple.

"Open your mouth, ah—"

He Ziyu rolled up the noodles and held them to Jiang Chengyu's lips.

Having shared an ice pop with He Ziyu, Jiang Chengyu was certain that He Ziyu truly didn't mind him, so he obediently opened his mouth to accept being fed.

Seeing this, He Ningqiu wished she could dump the instant noodles in her hand onto He Ziyu's head!

He took a deep breath, preparing to seek comfort from Jing Ran, the only one among these people who had treated him well. But when he turned his gaze, he found Jing Ran standing alone by the fence, staring blankly at the clear blue sky.

【Somebody has to win, so why not be me?】

This is Bei Yao's WeChat signature, and it belongs to him.

The translation is: Someone has to win, so why not me?

Jingran really liked this sentence; she used to use it to encourage herself during training.

He loved the feeling of competing on the field back then, especially the moment he lifted the trophy, feeling that all the sweat he had shed was worth it.

Until an accident changed everything.

Today, the shadow of Yuecheng Little Lightning can no longer be seen on the track and field, but this sentence has always been in his signature, becoming a silent obsession.

After a while, Jingran took out her phone and opened Beiyao's WeChat.

The money had already been transferred, but the guy was either playing dead or not, and he didn't click "accept." Jingran frowned, thinking she might as well just delete this annoying guy.

However, he hesitated the moment his fingertip moved to the "delete" button.