After being reborn, I gained a childhood sweetheart who appeared out of nowhere.

The time was August 31st, early morning, when the sky outside the window was just beginning to lighten.

My mother had already sat up in bed, but she could faintly hear noises coming from outside the door, rustling sounds accompanied by the rattling of pots and pans. She wondered if mice had gotten into the house.

Pushing open the door, a fragrant aroma wafted out, like the smell of fried eggs.

Mom paused for a moment, then turned to look in the direction the smell was coming from. In the small kitchen, Lin Chuan was pacing back and forth, busy with something.

Hearing the door open, Lin Chuan poked his head out of the kitchen. "Mom, you're up? Perfect timing! Breakfast is just ready. Why don't you wake Dad up too, and then we can have breakfast?"

Mom stood at the door, somewhat stunned. She thought she had misheard. Was her son calling her to eat breakfast? And saying he had made breakfast?

She only turned around and went into the room to call her sleeping partner after she saw Lin Chuan carrying breakfast out of the kitchen.

A dozen minutes later, the two sat at the dining table, looking at the steaming millet porridge and scallion-fried eggs, and remained silent for a while.

The father looked at Lin Chuan, somewhat incredulously, and asked, "Did you really make this?"

"Yes," Lin Chuan nodded and continued, "You guys eat quickly, these will get cold and won't taste good."

The two people sitting across from each other exchanged a glance and decided to start eating together. Mom took a small sip of porridge, while Dad ate a fried egg.

The couple had initially thought that since it was their son's first time making breakfast, they would praise him even if it didn't taste good, but they were surprised to find that it tasted surprisingly good.

"How did you come up with this kind of cooking?" Dad asked.

"I used to just copy my mom's recipes," Lin Chuan said. Actually, he often cooked porridge and brought it to his mother when she was in the hospital. "Is it good?"

"tasty."

Lin Chuan continued, "If you like it, I'll make it often in the future."

"Just focus on your studies. Learning is the most important thing for you. We don't need you to make breakfast," Mom said. "Also, your dad and I have to go to work today, so we don't have time to take you to school."

His parents didn't have any stable jobs; they mainly worked odd jobs outside the home. They would occasionally earn more, but there were also times when they wouldn't work more than a few times a month, so their jobs weren't very stable.

So his parents never picked him up from school when he was little, rain or shine, but he didn't think it was a problem, since he had to make money.

"I'm just checking in today. I don't live on campus and I don't need anyone to take me there," Lin Chuan said.

This was actually something we talked about last night, but Mom brought it up again today. He already knew that his parents were busy with chores today, so he made breakfast on his way out early in the morning.

"If anything happens during the report, just call your dad," Mom continued. "Keep the money safe, don't lose it, and make sure you have all the materials you need for the report."

"That's enough, as long as the child knows, there's no need to keep saying it," Dad said.

"Don't worry, I checked it last night, there won't be any problems," Lin Chuan grinned and said, "Mom, you have to have some faith in your son."

Mom was taken aback for a moment, then nodded.

"You guys take your time eating. I'm finished and I'm going to register at school now." Lin Chuan finished the last mouthful of millet porridge, got up, and slung his backpack, which he had prepared in advance, over his shoulder.

"Be careful on the road," Mom said.

"Okay." Lin Chuan nodded to the two people and then walked out of the house.

The door closed again, and Mom looked away before finally speaking slowly, "The child really seems to have changed."

Since the day their child said he was going to No. 1 Middle School, they could clearly feel the change. His spirit and energy were different. He used to be a very conflicted person, but now he looks much more cheerful and like a completely different person.

They knew their son's temperament before; if they said a few words to him, they would start arguing, like a powder keg that had been lit.

On holidays, he used to sleep in until noon and would dawdle for ages when asked to have lunch. Now, he's not only obedient, but he also got up early today and even made breakfast. The change is incredible.

"Everyone says kids will grow up on their own when they get to a certain age," Dad said. "Isn't that good?"

"It's good that you're grown up, it's good that you're grown up..." Mom said with a smile.

Lin Chuan went downstairs and took the No. 11 bus to the No. 1 Middle School at the bus stop outside the community. The No. 1 Middle School was neither far nor close to their home. Excluding waiting time, it took about half an hour to get there.

Gradually, an old school gate came into Lin Chuan's view. Although the No. 1 Middle School of the city is the only century-old school in this small southern city, the school gate is a somewhat old wrought iron carved gate, with rows of sycamore trees on both sides, their green shade swaying.

At this moment, many cars were parked in front of the school gate. Most of the parents who brought their children to register were in twos and threes, and some families came together, making a lot of noise as they walked into the school.

It's quite rare to see a student like Lin Chuan come to register alone. He carried his schoolbag and walked through the crowd into the school.

Since it was my first time here, I asked a few people on the way before I finally found the administration office for the first-year high school students to register.

Lin Chuan stood outside the administration office and looked inside. Several teachers were processing registration procedures at their desks. He found the shortest line and went straight to it.

At the end of the line was a young male teacher, who looked to be just over thirty, wearing black-rimmed glasses and a plaid shirt.

During the reporting process, the male teacher didn't show much emotion. He simply handed out the materials to the students and had them sign them, so the reporting went very quickly. After waiting in line for about ten minutes, it was soon the girl in front of Lin Chuan's turn.

The girl took a step forward, opened the black plastic bag she had been clutching, took out several paper documents, and handed them over. "Hello teacher, these are my registration materials."

The male teacher grunted in response, then, without looking up, began checking the materials on the table. After a while, he looked up at the girl and asked, "Student, are you missing a supporting document?"

The girl paused, looked at the materials on the table, and began to count, "1, 2, 3..."

"I've taken a look, and you seem to be applying through a special admission program, so we'll need some information materials," the male teacher continued.

"Teacher, I think I forgot it at home," the girl said softly.

"Then you need to go back and get it; you need all the required documents when you register," the man said.

"Teacher, my home is a bit far," the girl asked tentatively, "Can I register first and submit the materials later?"

"No, we need to collect all the registration materials today," the male teacher said, "because they need to be entered into the files."

"Oh, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting." In order not to delay the students behind her from registering, the girl didn't say much. She quietly started packing her things and gave up her seat.

"Is the material you're missing a form or a handwritten document?" Someone spoke, but it wasn't the teacher; it came from Lin Chuan behind him.

The girl turned around in surprise. This guy's bangs were a bit long, so she couldn't see his eyebrows and eyes clearly. She didn't know why Lin Chuan asked this, but she still answered, "It's a form."

"Then go find a print shop near the school gate. Today is registration day, and someone might have already printed out the forms needed for registration. Check if they're on your computer desktop," Lin Chuan suggested. "You can also just ask the print shop owner."

The girl was taken aback. "But the form requires a parent's signature."

Lin Chuan smiled. As expected of a girl who had just graduated from junior high school, she was really honest.

"Parents sign, but actually you yourself..." He paused, not finishing his sentence, but the meaning was clear: anyway, signing this form was just a formality, and the school was just keeping a record for them.

The girl was taken aback. No matter how honest she was, she understood what the other person meant.

The male teacher then looked up, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said, "Student, I'm still here."

Faced with the teacher's "questioning," Lin Chuan remained calm. He smiled and said, "I just asked this student to find the form; I didn't say anything else." He paused, "I believe you, teacher, also hope that the students can finish reporting as soon as possible, right?"

The male teacher was slightly surprised. Signing a name on someone else's behalf wasn't a big deal, especially since it was said to his face. He just wanted to impress the freshman, but the other person was surprisingly calm.

He turned to the girl next to him and said, "Go outside and see if there are any. If so, fill out a form for me and have your parents call me later."

"Okay, thank you, teacher," the girl said quickly. Holding her materials, she nodded to Lin Chuan and whispered, "Thank you, classmate."

"You're welcome."

After the girl left, Lin Chuan walked up to the teacher and placed his materials on the table. "Teacher, all my materials are here."

"Is everything complete?" the male teacher asked as he flipped through the documents. "If you forget any materials and have to go outside the school to get them, I won't pass you."

"No, everything's here," Lin Chuan said with a smile, knowing the other person was just joking.

The male teacher checked the materials, accepted them, signed the form, and then nodded, "All done."

Before leaving, Lin Chuan asked one more question, "Teacher, where do we go to see the class assignments?"

"There is a class assignment information sheet for your first year of high school on the bulletin board in front of our teaching building."

"Okay, thank you, teacher," Lin Chuan said.

After saying goodbye to his teacher, Lin Chuan headed straight for the school's teaching building. He quickly found the so-called class assignment bulletin board, but the problem was that when he arrived, he found that many parents and students had gathered there, surrounding the bulletin board.

Lin Chuan felt a little helpless because he didn't really want to squeeze in, but he quickly spotted a familiar figure in the crowd and pulled a boy out of the crowd.

"Who! Who!" the boy who was pulled out shouted in dissatisfaction.

"Your father," Lin Chuan said calmly.

Wang Xu turned around and said, "Hey, it's Old Lin."

"Did you see my name on the class assignment list?" Lin Chuan asked.

"Look, we're in the same class, both in Class 5," Wang Xu said.

"Alright, let's go find a classroom then." Lin Chuan turned and left.

"Why don't you take a look in the new class and see if there are any friends you know?" Wang Xu shouted. This was one of the great joys of class assignments—seeing if there were any classmates or friends he recognized.

"I'm not looking." Lin Chuan didn't turn his head, because over the years, the only person he could really call a friend was Wang Xu. Since his only acquaintance was already here, it was even less likely that he would meet any old classmates or old friends from No. 1 High School.

The two went up the stairs to the third floor. Lin Chuan walked along the corridor, looking up and counting the class numbers on the gold nameplates on the classroom doors as he went, looking for his own classroom.

At this moment, Wang Xu suddenly nudged Lin Chuan's shoulder lightly, "Hey, Lao Lin."

"What? Did you find the classroom?"

"No, look over there." He lowered his voice and winked at the person ahead.

Lin Chuan looked in the direction Wang Xu was pointing.

A girl stood quietly by the railing in the corridor, as if she were in a daze or waiting for someone. She had long, straight, soft hair and an incredibly delicate profile. Sunlight fell on her light-colored dress, making her skin seem almost translucent.

"She's definitely a campus beauty, but I wonder if she's in our class?" Wang Xu couldn't help but say.

"Why don't you go ask?" Lin Chuan said casually. He looked at the nameplate on the top of the classroom door, which read "Grade 11 (5)". He had already found his class, so he just replied casually.

"How could I dare?" Wang Xu scratched his head. He could only steal a glance at such a beautiful woman; he wouldn't dare to strike up a conversation even if he had ten lives.

"Hehe." Lin Chuan chuckled, knowing that his deskmate was the kind of guy who liked to say a few bad things, but would back down if something really happened. Otherwise, he wouldn't have failed to win over a girl he pursued for four years in college.

Although I was in similar situations during junior and senior high school, I was pursued by a girl for many years.

Perhaps because the two were talking too loudly, the girl turned around abruptly. In that instant, Lin Chuan felt their eyes meet, and the girl walked straight towards him.

"It seems like they heard me." Wang Xu panicked a little, wondering if the other person was angry.

"Calm down, maybe he's just passing by," Lin Chuan said calmly.

As soon as she finished speaking, the girl actually stopped in front of the two of them, and the eyes of the people around them subconsciously turned over.

The girl looked at Lin Chuan, then smiled gently, her voice clear and melodious, "Lin Chuan, long time no see!"

Their eyes met, and after a moment of silence, Lin Chuan slowly spoke, "Who are you?"

Wang Xu was stunned, turning his head to look at Lin Chuan beside him in disbelief. Wait, buddy? A beauty of this caliber strikes up a conversation with you, and you're asking her who she is? Are you out of your mind? He almost wanted to answer for Lin Chuan.

The girl was slightly stunned for a moment, then turned and went into the classroom of Class 5, Grade 1.

Wang Xu turned to Lin Chuan, his tone sarcastic, "Dude, if you know a beauty like that, why are you having a crush on Chen Xueting?"

Chen Xueting was the prettiest girl in their junior high school class. She was beautiful and had many suitors, such as their class monitor. But compared to the girl just now, the difference was obvious; they were not even in the same league.

As a typical otaku, Wang Xu has a "beauty radar," which is why he can spot girls in a crowd at a glance. However, in his past ten years or so, all the pretty girls he's seen have paled in comparison to the girl he just met.

If he knew a girl like that, who would still have a crush on Chen Xueting?

Lin Chuan shrugged. "Didn't I just say I don't know him?"

Wang Xu was silent for a moment, unsure what to say, before finally giving a thumbs up and saying, "You're awesome!"

"Stop talking nonsense, let's go into the classroom." Lin Chuan turned around and went into the classroom.