My girlfriend was reborn.

Chapter 48: Plagiarism of My Future Self
"How many points?"

Moonlight spilled across the road home, illuminating the stamens of unnamed wildflowers blooming in autumn. When Zhou Heming heard Cheng Shuangjiang's score on this month's exam, he subconsciously asked a question.

"I already have the mind of a seventeen-year-old, and the consciousness of being reborn, so it's normal for me to get high scores. Ah He is the amazing one; he really improved by almost ninety points in a month!"

Even in this situation, Zhou Heming's good points could be found. The girl holding his hand beside him was perhaps spoiling him a little too much.

Growing up in such an environment, Zhou Heming would probably still be a teenager even at the age of thirty-five.

"By the way, Lu Bai was here before, so I didn't say anything, but actually, I know the writing topic for the directing exam."

Cheng Shuangjiang continued.

"How did you know?"

Zhou Heming blurted out the question, then realized somewhat belatedly.

"So before you were reborn, you specifically looked into the exam content for this year?"

“It was Ahe who told me. You said that the targeted exam for our year should have been the easiest one for you, which is why you regretted not studying hard enough to qualify.”

Cheng Shuangjiang said leisurely. The two walked past the streetlights, and the dim, old light cast long shadows of the two of them, which intertwined.

"Furthermore, the script you wrote when you were eighteen was based on the topic of this specialized exam. In other words, the first act of the script was the content of the exam. This was the starting point of your creation!"

She smiled and led the boy up the steps.

Upon arriving at her doorstep, Cheng Shuangjiang kept everyone in suspense.

"I'm going to take a shower first, it'll take a little while. I'll message you when I'm done."

The girl said this.

Zhou Heming watched her go inside, then went home and quickly tidied up.

In fact, they had been staying at both places randomly these past few days, sometimes at Cheng Shuangjiang's house and sometimes at Zhou Heming's house. They each had a set of stationery and water cups in their own rooms so that they wouldn't forget them when they had to take them back and forth.

After quickly taking a shower and changing into slightly thick long-sleeved pajamas, Zhou Heming stared blankly at the toothbrush in front of the mirror for a while.

"I don't think I need to buy another set of toothbrush and cup."

Lu Bai is so naughty. Why did he bring up the topic of marriage today? It made the eighteen-year-old boy's imagination run wild.

After washing up, he returned to the dining table, did a few problems to calm down, and then took out the review materials that Lu Bai had given him.

The questions on general knowledge of literature and art were indeed varied, but some knowledge points appeared very frequently, basically testing the subject in different ways.

"The directing exam is the hardest."

Zhou Heming looked at the relevant materials for the directing exam.

The analysis section provides clips and requires test takers to write corresponding analyses within a given time. These clips are not limited to movies but also include TV series and documentaries. In this section, it is actually difficult for high school seniors to grasp the key points of the answer, so it is difficult to get points.

However, it seems that there is a special course on this in universities, so in the preparation materials provided by Lu Bai, senior student Feng Yu left behind valuable experience.

Different film genres require different answering strategies and approaches. Once you identify these, the rest is up to your intuition.

As for essay writing
Zhou Heming's phone rang with a notification that it was under special attention, and he immediately picked it up.

[Cheng Shuangjiang]: I'm here! Ah He, open the door~
Zhou Heming opened the door and saw Cheng Shuangjiang standing in the doorway with wet hair, wearing long-sleeved pajamas, and holding a hairdryer in her hand.

"It takes me a while to blow-dry my hair by myself, Ah He, can you help me?"

She asked that question.

"Of course."

Zhou Heming had never blow-dried a girl's hair before, and at this moment he was a little flustered as he pulled out a chair and plugged in the hairdryer.

He was a little taken aback when he saw the girl sit down.

"First, turn on the hair dryer!"

Cheng Shuangjiang patiently reminded him, just like a kindergarten teacher who is well-versed in child psychology.

"Okay."

Zhou Heming turned on the hair dryer, which was similar to the one he used. They were both cheap models, characterized by loud noise and a very strong airflow.

I turned on the hot air setting, tested the airflow and temperature, and then aimed the air outlet at the girl's hair.

"If possible, it's best to start from the scalp and roots, using your hands to part the hair and blow-dry the inside first."

The girl's voice came again.

"Sorry, I'm not very good at it."

Zhou Heming apologized, and then, following the girl's instructions, he put his fingers through her hair.

First, work on the part closest to the scalp, then the middle section, and finally the ends.

The roar of the hairdryer filled the rented room as Zhou Heming helped the girl dry her hair little by little. In a daze, he had a subtle feeling that this was the house where the two of them lived together, and at this moment, it was just an ordinary night.

You can feel her body temperature with your fingers. When your fingertips brush against her small, delicate ears, the girl trembles slightly. When you blow on the back of her head, her fair and beautiful neck is flushed with a faint pink from the bath, which is very pretty.

The corners of the girl's body, which had never been touched before, were now being invaded by Zhou Heming, accompanied by the noisy sound of the hairdryer.

It has to be said that blow-drying a girl's hair is a skill. You have to make sure that every corner is dry and be careful not to pull her hair. Zhou Heming spent a full forty minutes before he could barely finish.

I wonder how long it takes her to dry her hair, since she usually only uses one hand.

"This is the first time Ah-He has blow-dried my hair, it's a memorable moment!"

Seeing Zhou Heming unplug the hairdryer, Cheng Shuangjiang casually twirled her left hand and skillfully clamped her hair with one hand.

"after."

Looking at the girl with her hair tied up, Zhou Heming mustered his courage and said, "From now on, let me blow-dry your hair."

"Okay~"

Cheng Shuangjiang's smile was definitely the biggest reward of the evening.

She looked at the table and saw the review materials that Zhou Heming had just been reading.

"The essay topic is worth fifty points, but you only have one and a half hours to complete it."

That's the list of past years' entrance exam questions.

The connection between Ningjiang University's essay writing and film analysis is not simply a matter of testing it in an exam; rather, the questions are all drawn from previous films.

For example, the film analysis in the previous two editions used the dialogue scenes of a family film, and the topic was family drama.

The advantage of this approach is that students who lack relevant knowledge and skills can find inspiration from the videos and analyses, at least preventing them from being completely clueless.

The downside is that if the analysis of the preceding films is flawed, the subsequent essay writing will also be biased.

"So, what is the question?"

Zhou Heming was curious.

But Cheng Shuangjiang didn't seem to be prepared to tell him the answer so easily. Instead, she twirled the pen in her hand.

"Ah He, do you want to guess? Like last time at the library?"

"Guess?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Heming fell silent.

However, he soon had his answer.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that Cheng Shuangjiang had already given him the answer long ago.

Is it "Death"?

The topic of "Death" was even easier for him than for Cheng Shuangjiang, who had been helping out at the funeral home since childhood.

"Ah He, are you really not a reincarnated person? How could you guess so accurately?"

Cheng Shuangjiang leaned forward and praised him in an incredulous tone.

"And what I wrote when I was eighteen, should be a story about you?"

Zhou Heming felt a strange sense of fear, as if he dared not look at her expression.

As a despicable person who would use his own life as material for his creations, eighteen-year-old Zhou Heming would inevitably become interested in the girl whose life he once saved, and thus incorporate her into his story.

Therefore, it's highly likely that Zhou Heming in the other timeline created Cheng Shuangjiang's experiences as a story.

"Yes, actually I'm a little happy that eighteen-year-old Ahe will remember the girl who tried to end her own life."

Cheng Shuangjiang did not blame or hold a grudge against Zhou Heming; on the contrary, she thought it was something to be happy about.

What kind of stories did I write?

Zhou Heming became curious.

"Want to know?"

Cheng Shuangjiang seemed to think for a while before answering.

"Actually, I remember what I said at the beginning."

"I remember means..."

Although Zhou Heming found it a bit unbelievable, he thought that Cheng Shuangjiang was a top student after all, so what was impossible for a normal person was probably not that difficult for her.
"I can write it from memory, after all, it's a work that A-He wrote with me as the female lead~"

She proudly stated that she did not consider the boy's unauthorized use of her as a character model as presumption, but rather saw it as a unique memory between the two of them.

"So, it's possible that I could plagiarize my future self?"

Zhou Heming found it a bit unbelievable, but thinking about it carefully, he realized that he had hardly benefited from his girlfriend's rebirth, so he should enjoy it now.

In this timeline, Cheng Shuangjiang did not choose to commit suicide, and Zhou Heming could not save her. Therefore, the script could probably never be rewritten by Zhou Heming. So, he felt that having Cheng Shuangjiang retell it was not a bad thing.

"But there's no time today. I'll give it to you during evening self-study tomorrow. I have to write it down carefully so I don't get it wrong."

"Okay."

Zhou Heming nodded.

Knowing the exam questions, along with the review materials from senior student Feng Yu and tutoring from Cheng Lingjun, he felt that he should have a greater advantage than other candidates in this subject.

"Looking at it this way, Ah He's chances of passing the targeted exam have greatly increased!"

Cheng Shuangjiang encouraged her, her smile warm.

"Being able to get into the same university as Ahe makes me feel like I won't have any regrets about my university life."

"I will try my best to do so."

Zhou Heming recalled the flutter in his heart when he first saw the girl during evening self-study, as well as the bitterness of worrying about losing her, and solemnly agreed.

"If Ahe can successfully get into Ningjiang University"

Upon hearing this, the fresh scent of shampoo quietly wafted over, and Cheng Shuangjiang, with a smile on her lips, whispered in Zhou Heming's ear.

"You can get your marriage certificate while you're in college."

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