My girlfriend was reborn.

Chapter 75 Be mindful of boundaries

"That's it for now, let's eat first."

Zhou Heming decided not to think about the night. Ningjiang University was located in a bustling area, so surely there would be a place to stay.

Cheng Shuangjiang looked up from her phone at that moment.

“I told my uncle.”

"What did he say?"

Zhou Heming immediately tensed up.

"He transferred the hotel money to me and told us to book two single rooms at the hotel where we had stayed before that night."

Cheng Shuangjiang showed Zhou Heming the chat history. After describing the situation, Cheng Lingjun seemed to have no choice but to go along with his niece.

[Cheng Lingjun]: You and he should both be careful. I'll ask for leave from school for you tomorrow.

[Cheng Lingjun]: Although I don't object to the two of you being together, you should be careful about what you say.

These two sentences were left behind.

Be mindful of your words and actions.

Speaking of which, how would you express "discretion" in English?

Zhou Heming tried to use wild thoughts to combat the inexplicable expectation that welled up in his heart.

"Let's go to the cafeteria first, hehe, it's the first time Ah He and I will eat together in the school cafeteria~"

Putting away her phone, Cheng Shuangjiang took the boy's arm, showing no sign of panic at having her plans disrupted.

Although Zhou Heming wanted to say that the high school cafeteria didn't count, he thought again that Cheng Shuangjiang liked to add meaning to the things they did together, just like Zhou Heming liked to say that he had never done XX in his life. Perhaps this was also a way to add some romantic elements to their ordinary life.

canteen.

At this moment, students were coming and going in the cafeteria in a steady stream, but it was not yet crowded.

On Sunday evenings, many students still splurge on dinner outside.

They paid with WeChat and then found a table in a relatively quiet corner of the cafeteria to sit down.

Cheng Shuangjiang ordered a standard potato and pork rib dish, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, and bean sprouts. Zhou Heming, however, curiously ordered a salted duck and lion's head meatballs, as well as vegetarian dishes like tofu and shredded lettuce.

Both Ningjiang and Jiangcheng are bisected by the Lingjiang River. It is said that no duck can leave Ningjiang alive, which shows how much the people of Ningjiang love ducks.

Liking to eat is also a kind of liking.

Zhou Heming's favorite animal must be a cow.

"what about the taste?"

Cheng Shuangjiang seemed to have a bit of awe for this pure meat, only watching as Zhou Heming ate a piece of salted duck.

For some reason, the cafeteria always tossed the other meat dishes in the wok, but they gave him a generous portion of salted duck, so much so that he wondered if he could finish it all by himself.

"The taste is actually alright, salty, and not fishy at all."

Zhou Heming commented, then turned to look at the plates of the university students around him.

It seems like no one ordered salted duck.

It's probably because many of the people there are locals and eat there every day! That must be it!
As for lion's head meatballs, Zhou Heming had never eaten a proper lion's head meatball. He only felt that they were meatballs made of flour and minced meat. They tasted pretty good when braised, but they lacked the satisfaction of eating big chunks of meat.

The two had just started eating when two more people, a man and a woman, arrived at the next table.

But it seems she's not a student.

The man looked to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with messy hair and a slightly unkempt appearance, but he was indeed very handsome, making one wonder if he was an actor or a celebrity.

The girl was much younger, only a year or two older than Cheng Shuangjiang. She wasn't very tall, and at first glance, the two looked like an older brother who had been working for many years and a younger sister who had just graduated from high school.

"A-Ban, you can't be picky about food."

However, the girl stared intently at the man who was picking out cherry tomatoes from the dish, as if she were a kindergarten teacher instructing a child.

"I'm not a picky eater. I'm the kind of person who saves the best food for last. Only after eating all the dishes and going through the ups and downs can I truly appreciate the deliciousness of tomatoes."

The man explained in a very serious tone.

They really look like kindergarten kids.

"You're just using being full as an excuse to avoid tomatoes."

The girl immediately saw through it.

"Okay, I'll eat now."

The man, with a bitter expression, ate the tomato.

"If you don't like tomatoes, then you don't need to order this dish."

The girl reached out and patted his head.

"But Amber, you like to eat this, so I want you to eat more."

As he spoke, the man picked up a piece of beef from the tomato beef dish and placed it on the girl's plate.

"I'm fine. If you like it, I'll add more food myself. Ah Ban, just choose what you like."

The girl chuckled, simultaneously sharing a spoonful of food from her plate with the man opposite her, and casually asked, "By the way, what did Teacher Cui say today?"

"He said he's writing it, so we should, um, see it this year."

The man didn't seem too sure either.

"It's okay, things will work themselves out. Anyway, filming won't start until next summer, so it will definitely be finished by then."

They started talking again about things that were either related to work or studies, I couldn't tell.

Zhou Heming turned his gaze away.

"So this is what it feels like to see other people showing affection."

He muttered to himself, and although he had some reservations about this kind of behavior of an adult working-class manipulating a naive and innocent college student, the interaction between the two of them, which was completely the girl dominating the boy, seemed to make sense.

"Ah-He, just choose what you like!"

Cheng Shuangjiang smiled knowingly, having clearly overheard the conversation between the two.

"Like you?"

"Then I'll choose you too."

Her smile deepened.

Zhou Heming wanted to say something more, but when he looked up, he saw that the couple seemed to have noticed them as well. The girl even smiled gently at them, clearly having overheard their conversation.

He gave a slightly stiff smile and buried his head in his food.

After dinner, they changed their train tickets to 9 a.m. the next morning and then went to the chain hotel where they had just checked out that morning.

"Hello, we'd like to book, um, two small private rooms."

Zhou Heming handed over the two people's ID cards.

Cheng Shuangjiang's ID photo was probably taken within the last year. She looks very pure and lovely, the kind of beautiful photo that would cause a stir online and make her a new generation's campus heartthrob.

Zhou Heming's gaze was vacant, as if he were contemplating life, looking rather foolish.

"Um, I'm sorry, we're short on rooms right now and don't have any small single rooms available."

The receptionist looked at the two of them and then checked their birthdates on their ID cards; they were both adults.

"what?"

Zhou Heming strongly suspects that a self-writing quill pen is causing the problem.

"Then, what about standard rooms?"

Cheng Shuangjiang asked a question when the boy was confused.

"Only double rooms are available."

The receptionist said helplessly, glancing at the two of them.

"Are you two a couple?"

"Yes." "Hmm."

"For couples, a double room should be enough for one night, right?"

No, that's true, but why do you look like you've just bumped into something?

Zhou Heming wanted to check the hotel's system to see if there were really only double rooms left, or if the receptionist was just trying to help the two of them out.

"King-size bed room."

Even the reborn girl was taken aback, repeated herself, and looked at the boy beside her.

This beaver?

Zhou Heming couldn't help but question the meaning of life.

"How about we try another one?"

He checked on his phone, but he had to admit that the hotel Cheng Lingjun had chosen was the cheapest in the vicinity. Because it was surrounded by tourist attractions, and it was the season for seeing the sycamore leaves fall, and it was getting late, the surrounding hotels were either fully booked or only had ridiculously expensive double rooms and standard rooms.

"Well, if it's just for one night, it should be fine."

At that moment, the girl beside him tugged at his sleeve. The boy looked up and saw that her ears were red, as if she had mustered up a lot of courage to say those words.

I simply cannot bring myself to say no.

Today marks Zhou Heming's defeat.

"Then, then a double room will do."

The boy, his voice trembling slightly, turned to the receptionist and said...

"Good~"

The receptionist smiled and handed him his ID card and room key.

Speaking of which, the English word for "discretion" seems to be "propriety".

Zhou Heming thought of it.

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