My girlfriend was reborn.

Chapter 29 Her Lucky Charm

The sound of the starting gun seemed to be prolonged indefinitely at that moment.

Qiao Jinchen tried her best, but everything around her seemed to slow down, so very slowly.

Among the passersby whose faces he couldn't make out, he caught a glimpse of Xu Youyou at the finish line.

The next second, he rushed across the white line and heard a series of ticking sounds.

"In the 100-meter preliminary round, Zhao Jiayu came in first place. As for Qiao Jinchen, well, he ranked fourth and won't make it to the final."

Beside him, the sports representative of Class 7 glanced at the results and sighed.

Qiao Jinchen supported himself on his knees, panting as he waved his hand. Making it to the finals would have been a success, but it seemed that this last sports meet for senior high school students still left a regret.

Just then, he saw a bottle of water being handed to him.

"for you."

Looking up, Xu Youyou looked at him with a hint of worry.

"It's okay. I'm saving my strength for tomorrow's long-distance race. I'll quietly come in first and amaze everyone."

Qiao Jinchen drank most of a bottle of water and immediately returned to her lively and energetic self.

"Keep dreaming."

Seeing that he seemed unaffected, Xu Youyou resumed her sarcastic tone and poked his head with her finger.

"If I really win first place, what should I say during the interview?"

"If you want to die, don't let your blood splatter on me."

Xu Youyou keenly sensed Qiao Jinchen's thoughts, gave him a word of advice beforehand, and then frowned.

"Just run casually, don't push yourself, it's ten kilometers."

"Are you feeling distressed?"

"I'm afraid you'll be exhausted and I'll have to drag you to the bus stop."

"Damn it, who do you think I am? Just wait and see me being interviewed on the podium."

The two walked and talked until they returned to the main camp of Class 7, Grade 12. It was almost time for the event to end, and there were hardly any people left at the main camp.

Qiao Jinchen casually placed the bottle of water on the table and then went to pack her things to go home.

Xu Youyou stared at the bottle with only two sips left for a while.

Then, he quickly unscrewed the bottle cap, drank the remaining water, and then casually threw it into the nearby trash can.

Slightly guilty, Xu Youyou looked up and saw Qiao Jinchen staring at his phone, seemingly reading some information.

hum-

Her own phone vibrated, and when she picked it up, she saw it was a message from Zhou Heming.

"help?"

Xu Youyou tilted her head slightly, looking a little confused, when she saw the text message.

*
The morning of the last day of the sports meet.

Zhao Jiayu arrived at the classroom, put down his schoolbag, took off his coat, and prepared to go down to warm up.

Today is the 100-meter final, and there's also the final mass participation long-distance run.

He's not very confident in the 100-meter final; if all else fails, he can strategically give up. But in the long-distance race, he's determined to win.

"You really want to come?"

A classmate next to him asked a question, clearly indicating that Zhao Jiayu's plan to confess his feelings in public only after winning first place was no longer a secret.

Zhao Jiayu nodded, and the other person gave him a thumbs up before getting up and heading to the playground.

It wasn't that he wanted to make a fuss, but these youthful thoughts were impossible to hide. Not to mention that his friends wanted to help him win over those who were good at long-distance running, thinking of giving him a championship. Now, he was completely in a bind, the arrow was on the bowstring, and he had no choice but to release it.

Zhao Jiayu has liked Lu Bai since the first year of high school, but they have only exchanged three sentences so far.

The first sentence is from when they were in the same class in the first year of high school. Lu Bai's book was knocked off by the person next to him, and Zhao Jiayu helped pick it up.

"Thank you."

That's what Lu Bai said at the time.

The second sentence was also from a first-year high school student. He was playing around with his friends and blocking the way. Lu Bai was about to pass by when he said that.

"Excuse me, classmate."

The last sentence is from after the class division. One afternoon, Lu Bai, who had probably returned from the film crew, came to the back door of the classroom and asked Zhao Jiayu, who was sitting there at the time, a question.

"Hello, I'm looking for Shen Qi from your class."

In Zhao Jiayu's memory, Lu Bai always had a sunny smile, like a gentle spring breeze. She could get along well with anyone. Although she often missed classes because of filming, she would be welcomed by her classmates whenever she came back. She had also shown him a gentle smile several times.

He wasn't really sure himself. His feelings for Lu Bai seemed to have evolved beyond a simple emotion; it was a kind of compulsion that he would lose his goal if he didn't act on them. So, he wanted to give himself an explanation at this last sports meet.

That's when.

Zhao Jiayu noticed an envelope under his pencil case on his desk.

The pink envelope, decorated with teddy bears and kittens, seemed to exude a faint fragrance.

"love letter?"

Zhao Jiayu was startled, immediately looked to his left and right to make sure no one had noticed, then sat down, swallowed hard, and carefully opened the package. [Hello, Zhao Jiayu]

At the beginning, the delicate handwriting made him pause for a moment.

It is indeed a love letter.

The pale orange letter contained sincere and heartfelt words, brimming with a young girl's longing.

Just reading these sentences, you can feel the hesitant excitement, the timidity of wanting to touch but then withdrawing your hand. Although they are not particularly eloquent, they are full of sincerity.

Zhao Jiayu read it carefully three times.

Finally, look at the signature.

【兮】.

"Who?"

Clearly, this couldn't have been sent by Lu Bai; it was left here by a girl who had a crush on him and mustered up the courage to do so.

Zhao Jiayu pretended to be calm and asked the students who remained in the classroom, but no one knew who had been there.

He sat back down in his chair, somewhat dazed.

This was the first time someone had ever written him a love letter, and such a touching one at that.

Despite racking his brains, Zhao Jiayu still couldn't figure out which girl it was.

For some reason, he felt a little empty inside.

Because of a certain degree of empathy, and because he had never experienced such intense emotions before.

"Old Zhao, shall we go?"

The boy at the next table called out, and Zhao Jiayu immediately stuffed the letter into the table, responded, glanced at it again, and then carefully folded it, put it away, and placed it in the innermost layer of his schoolbag.

have to say.

The moment he left the classroom.

The boy's unwavering will to win wavered slightly.

*
"Ah-"

Zhou Heming couldn't help but sneeze.

"Have a cold?"

Cheng Shuangjiang, wearing a school uniform, asked from the side.

"It might just be windy."

He rubbed his nose and heard cheers coming from not far away. The 100-meter final of the senior group had come to an end, and the winner was a sports specialist from Class 6.

"You've checked in? Are there any others who haven't checked in yet? It's a mass long-distance run."

At the check-in area, student union volunteers wearing red armbands called out.

"Then I'll go."

Zhou Heming said in a deep voice.

"Wait a moment."

Cheng Shuangjiang suddenly grabbed his right hand, then wrote a few strokes on his palm with her fingers, and pushed his fingers to make him hold the illusory words firmly.

"This is a lucky charm."

"It's not that I'm aiming for first place."

Zhou Heming smiled, somewhat relieved that registration for the mass long-distance running event was still open until yesterday afternoon.

On the afternoon of September 30th.

The city of Jiangcheng, which had been sunny, was now shrouded in dark clouds. The low pressure made people irritable, and even the athletes became tense.

Zhou Heming put on his arm sleeve at the check-in counter. Number 23 was Cheng Shuangjiang's lucky number.

He glanced casually near the starting line and saw that Qiao Jinchen looked serious, as if she was treating the next hour or so as the most important exam of her life.

He noticed that Zhao Jiayu's expression was serious, as if he was deep in thought.

He saw that Chai Xixi, who was not tall and had a timid look in her eyes, was holding a bottle of water, patting her pocket, and slightly clenching her fist near the finish line.

He saw Xu Youyou standing at the back, staring at Qiao Jinchen with a worried expression.

He saw further into the distance, in the corridor of the teaching building, where Lu Bai casually leaned against the railing, gazing out at the scene.

He saw Cheng Shuangjiang standing in the crowd, quietly looking back at him.

Zhou Heming opened his palm; he knew that the girl had given him something as a lucky charm.

That was her "heart".

Standing behind the starting line, Zhou Heming saw that the gun that appeared at the beginning of the story was now raised high, pointing to the sky.

Then, a shot rang out.

The foreshadowing he laid is now being revisited.

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