My girlfriend was reborn.

Chapter 27 I don't trust others, I trust you.
The first day of the sports meet, morning.

I don't know if there's some kind of curse, but just like it always rains heavily during the days of the college entrance examination, the weather in Jiangcheng has changed from the previous continuous rain during the days of the sports meet, and the weather has actually cleared up.

Under the blazing sun, Xu Youyou sat in the shade next to the playground, where several tables and chairs were set up, engrossed in doing practice questions from a book titled "Ten Years of College Entrance Examinations".

This is the sports meet base camp for Class 7 of Senior Three. Class teacher Xiao Ding, sports committee member, athletes participating in the competition are all here, as well as quite a few students taking the opportunity to slack off.

Looking around, the entire school was gathered on the playground and near the gymnasium, bustling and lively.

"Where are they? They're almost ready to check in, why haven't they gone to report yet?"

Short Ding shouted, urging the sports committee member to quickly contact the missing athletes.

Xu Youyou glanced around and saw that about 80% of her classmates were here, while the remaining 10% were probably just wandering around the school.

"Xu Youyou, why don't you write a news report?"

After dealing with the missing athlete, Xiao Ding saw Xu Youyou again.

"I?"

She glanced in the direction of the podium, which had now been transformed into a broadcasting station. Each class could write news articles and submit them for the broadcasting station members to read aloud. They could also request songs. It seemed that there were rewards for a lot of their news articles being adopted.

"Yeah, it's the last sports meet, so there's no need to work so hard. It's good to enjoy it."

Xiao Ding was quite tolerant of good students like Xu Youyou. Even though there seemed to be some gossip circulating among the classmates, he still chose to believe his beloved student.

"You should ask Zhou Heming for this."

Xu Youyou's gaze wandered, and she caught sight of Qiao Jinchen, dressed in sportswear, stretching and eager to try.

She squeezed the water bottle in her hand.

"Hey, where's Zhou Heming? He can't be absent from the sports meet."

Xiao Ding looked around but didn't see the gloomy boy.

"Maybe they went to sunbathe."

Xu Youyou closed her workbook and casually glanced in the direction of the teaching building.

*
Turning his gaze away from the bustling playground, Zhou Heming put down his pen.

Looking up, I saw a delicate, pretty face peering into the classroom from the doorway.

"There's no one else here. Can I really come in? This is the first time I've ever been in a different class, aside from taking an exam."

Cheng Shuangjiang walked into the classroom of Class 7, Grade 12 with a smile.

"The floor tiles of Class 7, Grade 12 are truly blessed to be stepped on by the academic genius."

Zhou Heming chuckled, stood up, and let Cheng Shuangjiang sit in his seat, while he sat in Qiao Jinchen's chair.

"Hehe, I'm now sitting next to Ahe."

"We were classmates at the secret base, weren't we?"

"That's different. The classroom has a better atmosphere, and this spot should be able to see the sunset. That's great!"

Cheng Shuangjiang looked at the boy beside her. The morning sunlight pierced through her hair, making the fine downy hairs on her cheeks clearly visible, making it hard to look away.

"Zhou Heming, you need to pay attention in class and stop sneaking glances at your deskmate."

"Excuse me."

Zhou Heming instinctively tried to look away, but was immediately locked in by the girl's gaze.

"It's okay, it's only natural to look at your girlfriend, especially such a beautiful young woman~"

"Well, let's study first."

Zhou Heming turned his face away with difficulty and looked at the test paper on the table.

Lu Bai's matter happened the following evening, so the two of them could still go about their business as usual today. Cheng Shuangjiang then suggested that they come to Class 7 to study together with Zhou Heming.

During the sports meet, normally, senior high school students can stay in the classroom to study, but after all, they are seventeen or eighteen-year-old young people, and they are not always willing to study. Since they have a rare opportunity to relax, they naturally do not want to stay. The teaching building is empty, and you can hear the echo when you walk.

The scratching sound of the pen tip on the paper became the only noise between the two of them.

An hour later, Zhou Heming, who had been immersed in a sea of ​​questions, finished a set of questions and stretched his wrists.

"Ah He, you're so focused!"

Cheng Shuangjiang's voice drifted over. The girl was resting her chin on her left hand, looking at Zhou Heming, her cheeks slightly puffed out.

"He didn't even glance at me once."

"Because you said you shouldn't keep glancing at your deskmate."

"Okay, you can watch it now."

The girl turned and looked directly at herself, her eyes reflecting the barely suppressed smile on her lips.

But as she looked at it, her cheeks began to flush, and she lowered her lips.

"Why are you staring at me like that? It's kind of embarrassing."

At that moment, Zhou Heming suddenly reached out his hand toward her face.

A deafening clamor filled Cheng Shuangjiang's thoughts.

However, Zhou Heming's hand only touched the ends of her hair, picking off the cotton fibers that had somehow gotten stuck to it.

"It's probably a school uniform."

Zhou Heming rubbed the cotton wool and murmured softly.

"Oh~"

Cheng Shuangjiang placed her left hand on her chest, feeling her violent heartbeat gradually slow down.

Zhou Heming picked up his pen and scratched his head.

She probably didn't notice, right?

At this moment, the boy's fingers trembled slightly, his heart pounded, and he was enveloped by the piercing buzzing sound, almost unable to control himself.

Just now, I almost kissed him. Zhou Heming, is that all the self-respect you have?!
He buried himself in the questions, but the words were like earthworms, constantly wriggling, and he couldn't make them out at all.

Now, even the rustling sound of writing has disappeared; only distant shouts can be faintly heard.

Then, a light piano melody began to play. It was a very familiar tune, but Zhou Heming, being ignorant, couldn't remember what it was called.

"She was practicing the piano today."

Zhou Heming's heart was still pounding, so much so that he uttered the first word slightly off-key, but the girl beside him didn't seem to notice.

"Yes, Lu Bai is very hardworking. When she was an actress, she was known as a drama fanatic. In order to play a girl who was burned by flames, she even deliberately felt suffocation, wanting to recreate that feeling of pain."

Cheng Shuangjiang spoke a little too fast, and Zhou Heming didn't dare to look at her, afraid of revealing his thoughts.

The Trisolarans are like this: the Wallfacers only need to see through their thoughts, while the Trisolarans have to consider many things.

"Wait a minute, a girl being burned alive? This can't be my script, can it?"

Zhou Heming thought that the author who could write such a plot must have some psychological problems.

The girl sitting next to him smiled, but didn't answer his question. Instead, she continued talking.

"She is practicing the piano now in order to experience the mindset of that important supporting character, who is a genius pianist who was devastated by an accident, but was later encouraged by the female lead, regained his pride, and returned to the stage."

"I almost thought I wrote the script."

Zhou Heming glanced at Cheng Shuangjiang's expression and found that she was focused on listening to the piano melody and was not saddened by the story that resembled life itself.

"Ah-He is indeed a screenwriter who uses everything around him, even his own stories, as material to write into his scripts."

Noticing the boy's prying gaze, she smiled and brushed a strand of hair that had fallen beside her ear.

"Writers create stories, but those who aspire to be writers are just lying."

Zhou Heming chuckled lightly, as if mocking himself.

"That's how I embellish things, turning what happened to myself and those around me into stories. Who knows, someday I might write a script about a reborn girl meeting a naive boy."

"It seems that A-He has fully accepted the fact that I have been reborn."

Cheng Shuangjiang looked over, and suddenly her tone became slightly somber.

"Didn't you ever consider that I might be lying to you?"

"?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Heming straightened up slightly, staring intently at the void in front of him, as if deep in thought, but quickly shook his head.

"You trust others so much, you're easily fooled by bad women."

Cheng Shuangjiang's eyes flickered slightly.

"I don't trust others, I trust you."

"why?"

"Because I don't care about humanity tonight."

Zhou Heming leaned back in his chair, listening to Lu Bai's performance gradually improve. The melody evoked memories, like dusk, and he pointed to the side outside the window.

Would you like to watch the sunset with me?

Cheng Shuangjiang turned her head and looked at the tall buildings in the distance and the crystal-clear sky.

"Of course I do."

"Is it okay to do it as many times as you want?"

"Forty-three times a day."

"So, you couldn't possibly hurt me."

Zhou Heming slightly raised his chin and smiled.

For someone like him, if you tell him how much you love him, he'll just blush and talk about other things. But if you tell him you'll sit on a hillside with him and watch the sunset forty-three times, then he'll be with you for life without any problem.

Therefore, even if Cheng Shuangjiang is not truly reborn, she will still be an extremely important person to him.

"You're so silly."

Cheng Shuangjiang poked his shoulder helplessly, then sighed with a hint of melancholy.

"Actually, I was thinking at first whether I should use some tricks, create some ambiguity and entanglement, so that you gradually become interested in me and eventually fall in love with me uncontrollably. After all, if something is obtained too easily, it will not be cherished."

"It's a good thing you didn't do that, because..."

"Because when you're faced with a choice between two options, if the other person hesitates even slightly, you'll say, 'Then I don't want it.'"

Cheng Shuangjiang, the Wallfacer, once again deciphered the thoughts and ideas of Zhou Heming, the Trisolaran.

"Given your personality, this approach will only make you doubt yourself, overthink, suffer internal torment, and eventually choose to give up. I can't bear to see you go through such torment."

She spoke softly, paused, and then continued.

"Moreover, I am confident."

What kind of confidence?

"One day, Ahe's feelings for me will be completely equal to my feelings for Ahe."

"Then you'll have to wait a while."

Zhou Heming rubbed his nose, unwilling to show his expression.

Only then did he realize that the piece Lu Bai was playing was Liszt's "Liebestraum".

"It's okay, we have plenty of time, hmm."

With a slight smile, Cheng Shuangjiang spoke softly, sunlight shining on the ends of her ponytail, like a moment of summer that she tried so hard to hold onto.

"About, a lifetime is long?"

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