Rebirth in a Shura Field, but in an Abstract Version

Song Zhiyi spoke very frankly.

Wang Zhe also frankly said, "Can you please stop being so yandere? Honestly, being yandere only pushes people further away."

The girl tilted her head: "What does 'yandere' mean?"

It's 2012 now, and many of the terms that would become commonplace later are not yet in use, so Wang Zhe could only scratch his head and try to explain.

"How should I put it? It's the kind of liking that's almost pathological..."

However, before he could finish explaining, Song Zhiyi showed a surprised expression, pointed at him, and even laughed.

"Seriously? You think I'm following you because I like you?"

"What else could I do?" Wang Zhe retorted. "Wasn't it you who wrote me the love letter before?"

Song Zhiyi smiled and shook her head: "Don't misunderstand. I confessed to you not because I like you that much, but because I feel we're about the same age and I'm a little curious about what it's like to be in a relationship. As for the guys around me, I can't really talk to them. Among those I'm somewhat acquainted with and who I find somewhat agreeable, you're the only one."

Wang Zhe: "Then why were you following me?"

"I already said, it's just curiosity." Song Zhiyi said nonchalantly.

"Are you curious about dating?"

"Yes, and I'm also curious about how you two started dating, and what it's like after you started dating. By the way, may I interview you? Right here, just a few questions."

Wang Zhe scratched his head and carefully examined the girl in front of him.

Not only her expression, but also her gaze, voice, and body language were all quite calm, as if her relationship with Jiang Di had no impact on her whatsoever.

Think about it carefully, just how much did Song Zhiyi like herself when she was eighteen?

Are there many, or are they just suitable targets chosen rationally, as she just said?

Wang Zhe didn't actually know the real answer. He just recalled the moment he rejected her confession at the beginning of his rebirth, and the girl's vulnerability and helplessness...

He said, "Then go ahead and ask."

Song Zhiyi smiled and nodded, then asked, "Did you confess to her first, or did she confess to you first?"

Wang Zhe answered without hesitation, "She confessed her feelings."

Song Zhiyi: "How did you confess your feelings?"

Wang Zhe: "..."

Seeing his hesitation, Song Zhiyi pressed on with even greater interest, "Is it inconvenient to reveal? Or is her way of confessing her feelings particularly unique?"

Wang Zhe shook his head: "This is a matter of personal privacy, and I cannot disclose it. Or if you are really interested, you can ask her directly and see if she is willing to tell you."

Song Zhiyi: "Can I come to your house this afternoon? Will it bother you?"

Wang Zhe was taken aback: "You really want to ask her face to face?"

Song Zhiyi smiled and said, "Yes, it depends on whether she's willing to answer me. Of course, before asking her something like this, I probably need to make friends with her first and get along with her better..."

Wang Zhe stared at her, lost in thought.

No matter how much he pushes his ex-wife away, some things are inevitable. For example, in a few days, they will both receive their university acceptance letters—to the same school, the same major, and when they arrive at school, they'll even find themselves in the same class.

In their previous life, Wang Zhe and Song Zhiyi were overjoyed when they saw their acceptance letters. Wang Zhe even picked her up and spun her around several times. Later in their university life, they had plenty of opportunities to spend time together.

Even if he has to keep his distance from her in this life, the fact that they are classmates will not change.

Since Song Zhiyi has said that they are still friends, there is no need for me to let the relationship deteriorate to a negative state.

Wang Zhe scoffed, "Of course you can ask, but I think that's a bit of a rude question."

Song Zhiyi nodded and then said, "Jiang Di is a year below us. You're going to university in Shanghai or Hong Kong in September. What will she do? Will you two be in a long-distance relationship?"

Wang Zhe replied, "Let her study hard."

Song Zhiyi: "And then you got into a university in Shanghai or Hong Kong?"

Wang Zhe: "It's not easy for her, but good luck."

Song Zhiyi narrowed her eyes: "Why do I feel like you don't particularly like her?"

Wang Zhe stared at the girl for a few seconds, then asked, "So what are you trying to say? What are you trying to say?"

Song Zhiyi quickly waved her hand: "I didn't mean to stir things up, absolutely not. But I just feel that it's more accurate to say that she likes you than you like her. Maybe that's why she confessed first..."

Hearing this, Wang Zhe guessed that this girl might be thinking about whether she could take advantage of the situation when she goes to university in Shanghai or Hong Kong in the future.

Wang Zhe scoffed, "That's normal. I'm not the kind of person who's always been deeply affectionate. Besides, I probably wouldn't stick to a long-distance relationship."

Song Zhiyi asked, "Would you break up with her?"

Wang Zhe had been thinking since earlier whether he should show her his more authentic self, so that she would give up on him even more.

Girls might like the gentleness and thoughtfulness of a "bad boy," but if a "bad boy" openly admits that he's going to be a "bad boy," then that's probably pretty off-putting.

He said, "Not necessarily, but I think I might cheat."

Such an unconventional remark stunned Song Zhiyi on the spot, and she could no longer maintain her calm and composed expression.

Her eyes widened: "Huh?"

Wang Zhe laughed and said, "You look shocked. What, you didn't expect me to be this kind of person?"

Song Zhiyi murmured, "I really didn't expect that..."

Wang Zhe: "We've been childhood friends, you wouldn't tell Jiang Di about this, would you?"

"Of course...no! Don't worry, it definitely won't happen." Song Zhiyi patted her chest solemnly.

Wang Zhe thought for a moment, then said, "But you really can be of help. By the way, are you free these next few days?"

Song Zhiyi: "Of course! What can I do for you?"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Before 2 p.m., Wang Zhe braved the most intoxicating heat of the day to go to the grain price lottery shop and bought four lottery tickets, all for the same match result.

Then he went home and called Jiang Di, asking her to come for tutoring.

"I'm here! There shouldn't be too many questions for me today... Hey, what are you doing here!"

Jiang Di was stunned as soon as she entered the door.

Behind Wang Zhe stood that suspicious woman, Song Zhiyi!

Song Zhiyi smiled and said, "Wang Zhe asked me to tutor you, and I even brought my notebook and study materials with me."

Jiang Di stared blankly at Wang Zhe.

Wang Zhe shrugged and said, "I'm planning to enroll in driving school soon, so I don't have much free time. Song Zhiyi's grades are about the same as mine, so if she tutors you, it should be just as effective."

Of course, Song Zhiyi, a genuine high school graduate, would be far more effective at tutoring Jiang Di than he was, especially in subjects other than English.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.