Can following the rules be called rebirth?

Chapter 301, Question 299: Does it count as dating?
“Junjun~~~”

"Hey!"

Zhou Mingyuan and Zhong Yujun walked side by side on their way back, the streetlights stretching their shadows long and then shortening them.

The back street of the school is always bustling, and the area around the playground is always brightly lit.

Perhaps campus romance is just this open, simple, and sweet.

Almost a semester has passed, and even at Nanhu University with thousands of students, Zhong Yujun has gradually gained considerable influence.

He was the host of the welcome party, a rising star in the student council, and also hosted the primarily entertainment-oriented carnival.

Even Zhou Mingyuan, the owner of Jieyou Media, a rising star in entrepreneurship who brought a prestigious reputation to the school leaders, could hardly compare to Zhong Yujun in terms of visibility and influence.

She has a well-proportioned and tall figure, and she likes to wear a high ponytail that exposes her neck, so you can often notice her youthful and invincible aura from a distance.

As Zhong Yujun walked across the campus, she would nod and greet people every now and then.

It felt like I was back in my middle school days in Liaocheng.

How do you know so many people?

Actually, I don't know that person.

Zhong Yujun stuck out her tongue, a hint of helplessness in her eyes, and shrugged with a smile.

"But they know me, so I can't just not respond, right?"

"I should ask Senior Du Jianuo how to handle this situation later."

Zhou Mingyuan chuckled: "What, you want to be an internet celebrity too?"

"Nah!"

Zhong Yujun pouted.

"Of course I want to learn from her and see how she avoids these kinds of problems."

"Because if things continue like this, it will feel weird to take walks, eat, or go on dates at school."

Will it affect my dating?

Zhou Mingyuan smiled, took Bai Yueguang's small hand, and asked a question he already knew the answer to.

"What did you say?"

Zhong Yujun rolled her eyes at him, her mind flashing back to all the little moments they had shared.

When did I become able to use this word without batting an eye?

When did you start "dating"?
Those seemingly ordinary moments, when recalled now, are all veiled in a sweet filter.

She recalled the first time the two of them went for a walk along the riverbank shortly after the start of the semester.

Our first time strolling together in the park, we spent a healing and romantic twenty minutes together.

The first time we watched a romantic movie together in a mini-cinema, the first time we pinky swear, the first time we faced our heartbeats directly.

Countless times when we ate at the same table in the cafeteria, he would quietly put the cilantro he didn't like back into his bowl.

And there was also my first time studying at the South Academy.

I would read books alongside him, and when I got tired, I would secretly take a nap on the table. When I woke up, I would find myself wearing his coat, which carried his unique scent of laundry detergent.

His profile as he focused intently on explaining the topic was more captivating than any male lead in an idol drama.

Not to mention the chat.

Those who share interesting links and rants on WeChat, chatting until the long night is still going on and on.
These trivial everyday moments, like scattered pearls, have long since strung together into a dazzling necklace, clearly proclaiming everything.

Their relationship had long surpassed that of classmates.

Classmate, friend, fellow villager, good friend.

Little by little, water dripping on stone can wear it down.

Zhou Mingyuan, Zhou Mingyuan, what are you waiting for?

Before they knew it, the two had arrived at the girls' dormitory building of the School of Management.

The swaying shadows of the trees pierced the moonlight, cleverly creating a small, relatively private space for them.

“We’re here.”

Zhou Mingyuan released her hand.

"Um"

Zhong Yujun had been thinking the whole way, and a strange emptiness filled her heart. She nodded subconsciously. The two stood facing each other, and for a moment, neither of them spoke.

Zhong Yujun lowered her eyes, staring at the toes of her snow boots, and bit her lower lip.

she knows.

She was well aware that the small act of affection at parting had almost become an unspoken understanding between the two of them.

but
Zhong Yujun mustered her courage and raised her chin, wanting to say something, but unexpectedly met the man's deep eyes.

Her bright pupils seemed to contain whirlpools, threatening to suck her in completely.

Zhou Mingyuan took a small step forward, and the distance between them suddenly shortened to the point where they could clearly feel each other's breathing.

"Why are you dazed?"

He still had a smiling face, raised his hand, and gently brushed aside the strands of hair that had been ruffled by the wind on Zhong Yujun's cheek with his fingertips.

Her heart softened like a pool of spring water.

Their breaths grew closer, and she was pulled into his arms.

The warm breath brushed against her nose and cheeks, and finally gently covered her lips.

"."

Although he had already taken her first kiss in a daze, Zhong Yuyun was still incredibly awkward.

Let him conquer cities and seize territories at will.

As if sensing her helplessness, Zhou Mingyuan became even more patient.

He stuck out his tongue and traced the shape of her lips again and again, becoming the most patient painter, trying to soothe all her emotions.

The sensations began to spread from their lips as they met, quickly engulfing their entire bodies, making it difficult for them to even stand.

Zhong Yujun's breathing became erratic, and her hands involuntarily grabbed the front of his coat, clinging to the only piece of driftwood in the vast sea.

"Well"

That sob seemed to have flipped a switch.

Zhou Mingyuan's arms suddenly tightened, encircling her slender waist and pulling her closer to him, their bodies pressed together.

The kiss suddenly deepened and became incredibly forceful.

Zhong Yujun felt dizzy, all her thoughts were pulled away, leaving only the burning sensation between her lips and teeth, and the reassuring yet intoxicating masculine scent emanating from him.

Entwined and tender.

The cold of the winter night was completely kept out.

Under the sycamore trees, the flickering lamplight casts shadows on the figures embracing tightly.

Passersby whispered among themselves, and faint laughter drifted from afar, all of which became indistinct background noise.

All that remained in the world was their rapid breathing.

"alright."

It wasn't until Zhong Yujun was out of breath that she came to her senses, pushed Zhou Mingyuan away, stood on tiptoe, and gently pressed her cheek against his, whispering something.

"I'm going back!"

Then, the girl with the ponytail quickly broke free from the man's embrace and ran towards the dormitory building entrance.

She ran to the glass door, but couldn't help turning back, only to find Zhou Mingyuan still standing there.

So, Zhong Yujun waved goodbye one last time, mouthed "bye-bye," and turned to disappear into the stairwell.

"call"

As the surrounding light shifted from dark to bright, my mood seemed to fluctuate accordingly.

Zhong Yujun slowed her pace, her mind racing with thoughts.

Holding hands, hugging, and kissing have become less of a transgression.

This kind of relationship should be considered dating, right?

but
Why was there no follow-up?
Zhong Yujun really wanted to reach out and poke his face to see if there was a thick mask on it, or just ask him for an answer, but she tried her best to hold back each time.

Does it count?

(End of this chapter)