Rebirth: My Childhood Sweetheart Came into My Arms

Jingran, dragging her numb legs, stumbled over, her hands caressing He Ziyu's body here and there, muttering, "Is this blood? No way?"

He Ziyu looked at his nervous appearance and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

This guy clearly participated in a color run in junior high school and even used color run powder, so why is he acting like a complete idiot?

Jing Ran was so engrossed in her reasoning that she didn't notice the subtle change in Jiang Chengyu's expression beside her.

Just as he was about to touch He Ziyu's chest...

"This is running powder, not blood." Jiang Chengyu grabbed Jing Ran's wrist, his knuckles exerting slight force, and subtly pressed down his two restless hands.

Jing Ran paused for a moment, lightly twirled the powder between her fingertips, and then suddenly realized.

Oh, so you're a Color Run fan! You should have said so earlier!

"So, how did you two get yourselves into this state?"

He Ziyu rolled his eyes and casually made up a story: "Some people were playing around with colored running powder on the way, and they accidentally threw it on us. We went to wash our hair, which took a little longer."

Jingran gave an "oh," then her gaze fell on their empty hands. "Where's the big cow?"

Upon hearing the words "big cow," He Ziyu paused for a moment, then suddenly remembered the popsicle incident.

He pursed his lips, forcing an awkward smile, "Um, we..."

"They're out of stock," Jiang Chengyu said first this time. "They were already sold out when we got there."

"Sold out?" Jing Ran slumped her shoulders dejectedly, about to say what a pity, when she suddenly caught a glimpse of a passerby carrying a large cow as he walked past her.

Jing Ran: "..."

Passerby A: "?"

"He was holding the last one," Jiang Chengyu explained.

Jing Ran looked doubtful, clearly not quite believing what Jiang Chengyu said. But after thinking about it carefully, he couldn't find any reason for the other party to deceive him, so he could only sigh resignedly.

Seeing this, He Ziyu quickly hooked his arm around Jingran's neck and rubbed his head, "Baby, be good, I'll buy you more tomorrow, as much as you want."

Every gesture she makes exudes maternal radiance.

"Ugh~" Jingran shrugged in disgust. "Don't call me that so mushy. Also, you've got all the color runway powder on my clothes!"

"I'll rub against you, so what!"

The two of them walked towards the teaching building, arguing and bickering as they went.

Jiang Chengyu walked behind, occasionally shaking the water droplets from his hair. He looked at He Ziyu and Jing Ran hugging and cuddling, his expression somewhat indescribable.

Although he knew the two were just good friends, but...

"Sometimes being too possessive isn't a good thing." Bei Yao walked leisurely to his side. "It's easy to get jealous for no reason, and it makes things difficult for yourself."

Jiang Chengyu was slightly taken aback, then cast a puzzled look at Bei Yao.

Bei Yao smiled and said, "Physical contact between friends doesn't tell you anything. What truly reveals a person's true thoughts is their eyes, because the eyes are the windows to the soul."

"Like He Ziyu, even though he's holding Jingran now, his eyes clearly show a mother cow protecting her calf... cough, I'm not talking about him as a mother cow, just that's the idea, you get the idea."

After Bei Yao finished speaking, he glanced at Jiang Chengyu hastily, afraid that this seemingly serious but actually possessive guy next to him would punch him.

Based on his years of experience in judging people, he often found that men who appear gentle and harmless are the most prone to extremes, like the calm before a storm, the quieter the calm, the more unsettling it is.

Fortunately, Jiang Chengyu wasn't as twisted as Bei Yao thought.

He remained silent for two seconds, then asked Bei Yao, "Why are you telling me all this?"

Bei Yao put one hand in his pocket and raised an eyebrow.

"I don't like beating around the bush, so I'll just say it straight."

"You like He Ziyu, right?"

"It's obvious he likes you too. If you both like each other, you should get together quickly, so as not to delay and cause any unforeseen problems."

"Of course, if you two are already together, then never mind what I said."

Although Bei Yao is an impatient person who wants to matchmake any gay couple he sees, there is an even more important reason why he chose to meddle this time.

The problem is that these two have a silly friend who always gets stuck between them like a third wheel, acting like a little fool, which makes him feel sorry for him.

Jiang Chengyu suddenly stopped, her narrow eyes looking at Bei Yao. "You're saying he likes me?"

Bei Yao shrugged noncommittally, "Yeah."

"What kind of preference?"

"Of course..." Before he could finish speaking, Bei Yao caught the doubt in Jiang Chengyu's eyes and could hardly believe his eyes.

Seriously, bro...

He Ziyu's love for him was almost overflowing from his eyes like a flood, but he couldn't see it and even asked him such a strange question.

It seems he needs to have a serious talk with this guy.

Bei Yao was pondering how to prove to Jiang Chengyu that He Ziyu liked him when Jiang Chengyu suddenly said in a deep voice, "He... had been pursuing Lan Yuan before."

These few words are filled with bitterness and helplessness.

Although he has been in a daze occasionally these past few days, he always tells himself when he calms down that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, and it's better not to fantasize too much.

Upon hearing this, Bei Yao raised an eyebrow.

He graduated when He Ziyu was in his third year of junior high school. Although he did not witness what He Ziyu did, he had heard about it, especially in the gay community, where it was common knowledge that Young Master He was pursuing Lan Yuan.

but……

Who says that if you've liked one person, you can't like another?

"He's been chasing Lan Yuan for so long and still can't catch up, it's normal for him to change his target. You're not so old-fashioned that you can't even accept something like this, are you?"

"Of course not..."

He didn't care who He Ziyu had pursued before, as being with him was the happiest thing for him, but the problem was...

"He had planned to celebrate Lan Yuan's birthday before summer vacation, and it's only been a little over two months since then."

Two months might be enough for someone to give up.

But how easy is it to fall in love again after giving up?

"So you think it's impossible for him to have fallen for someone else in such a short time?"

"Yes." Jiang Chengyu nodded. "Ayu isn't that kind of person."

Even if He Ziyu usually seems mischievous, naughty, and carefree...

He would never be someone who belittles feelings.

Upon hearing this, Bei Yao fell silent.

In terms of understanding He Ziyu, he was definitely no match for Jiang Chengyu. Since Jiang Chengyu had said that he wouldn't fall in love with someone else so quickly, he shouldn't risk belittling He Ziyu's character or arguing about this matter.

In any case, he believed in his own eyes, believed in what he saw, and believed that eyes do not lie.

After a long pause, Jiang Chengyu said in a deep voice:

"Actually, whether he sees me as a backup plan or a safe haven after he gets hurt, I don't mind."

"As long as he's happy."

As long as he's happy, it's all worth it.

Even if he cannot be with her in the future, this memory is enough to sustain him for the rest of his life.

……

After vomiting in the toilet, He Ningqiu returned to her class to rest.

He had only been lying on the table for a short while when Jiang Nanqiao came over with a notebook.

"He Ningqiu, wake up." Jiang Nanqiao nudged his shoulder. "It's time for the exam."

He Ningqiu sat up groggily, her stomach still churning.

"You should be able to do the problems we discussed this morning, right?" Jiang Nanqiao opened the notebook and placed it in front of He Ningqiu. "I'll give you two friendly tips. Just follow along."

He Ningqiu clutched her stomach, her lips trembling, feeling an urge to flip the table.

He thought Jiang Nanqiao was just joking when she said she would test him that morning, but he didn't expect this girl to be so perverted, actually coming to find him during lunch break.

Who does she think she is?

Even though she secretly wanted to grab Jiang Nanqiao by the ponytail and throw her to Siberia, He Ningqiu still bit her lip and asked softly, "Um, I'm not feeling well right now, can I write again tomorrow?"

"No." Jiang Nanqiao decisively rejected his request.

This innocent little white lotus is quite good at faking illness.

Because this guy has a history of breaking up couples, whatever he does now is viewed through Jiang Nanqiao's "pure and innocent lens," exuding an air of affectation.

She won't fall for it.

Forced by the tyranny of the branch secretary, and also in order to maintain her pitiful image, He Ningqiu had no choice but to pick up her pen and start scribbling away.

When Jiang Nanqiao explained the problem to him in the morning, he didn't listen at all. He kept marking up the same step over and over again until his notebook was covered in black marks, without making any progress.

Jiang Nanqiao remained silent throughout, her arms crossed over her chest, looking down at him like a queen.

When she went to the teacher's office to print materials at noon, she heard the homeroom teacher say that He Ningqiu's entrance exam scores were good. This showed that he had a good foundation, and if he had listened carefully to the question, he would have been able to answer it.

Ultimately, it's because the person explaining the problem to him wasn't Jiang Chengyu.

Jiang Nanqiao grew angrier the more she thought about it, grinding her teeth until they creaked. She couldn't help but tap the table and said coldly, "Can you stop dawdling and hurry up?"

He Ningqiu shuddered and lowered her head even further.

After a while, He Ningqiu felt the nausea in her stomach become stronger.

He tried to endure it for two minutes, but found it was no use; his mouth was filled with the lingering taste of curry, which was disgusting.

Finally, He Ningqiu couldn't help but stand up from her seat. "Excuse me, I need to go to the restroom, um..."

This time he practically ran to the toilet.

He Ningqiu looked like a woman suffering from morning sickness, leaning against the pool and dry heaving, her face so pale that almost no color could be seen.

He had already vomited once, and his stomach was basically empty. He couldn't vomit anything now, but this feeling was even more unbearable, as if his internal organs were being churned.

Just as He Ningqiu was wondering if he was going to die because of a plate of curry, a large hand touched his shoulder.

Are you alright?

The boy's voice was low and very magnetic.

He Ningqiu wiped away her tears, raised her head, and met Lan Yuan's worried gaze with her misty eyes.