My girlfriend was reborn.

The end of Chapter 19, or perhaps a new beginning.

"I heard that Lu Bai has finished filming his scenes and will be back to class next week."

Whether she comes back or not is none of your business, is it?

Xu Youyou adjusted her glasses and twirled the water-based pen in her hand.

"It's really nothing, it's just a habit of watching the drama unfold."

Qiao Jinchen wasn't playing on her phone; instead, she was studying the questions in the "53" workbook, a scene Zhou Heming rarely witnessed.

"You're actually studying."

He put down his schoolbag and took out the crumpled exercise book.

On Friday morning, the sun was shining brightly, and Qiao was there this morning.

"Because I promised my family."

Qiao Jinchen scratched his head.

"I knelt at my parents' door last night and stayed there all night. They only agreed this morning that if I can get into a top-tier university in the next monthly exam and also get into a top-tier university in the college entrance exam, they won't send me abroad."

Sure enough.

During our school years, grades were everything, and they could solve all problems.

All you have to do is study, study, study, and that's it.

Moreover, Zhou Heming specially brought Cheng Shuangjiang to Qiao Jinchen's house. With such a top student as Qiao Jinchen's classmate, his mother should not think that it is nonsense that Qiao Jinchen can improve his grades.

"By the way, Zhou Heming, since you say you've been reborn, do you know the answers to the next monthly exam?"

Qiao Jinchen started plotting something again.

"Actually, Zhou Heming, who is thirty-five years old, left last night."

Zhou Heming said in a very serious tone.

"What?"

A question mark appeared above Qiao Jinchen's head.

"Can you still leave?"

Xu Youyou narrowed her eyes, clearly thinking that Zhou Heming was talking nonsense.

"Yeah, don't you guys know about the butterfly effect?"

Zhou Heming casually opened the exercise book and picked up a pen.

"What the hell?"

Qiao Jinchen had an expression that said, "Who would understand this?"

"We learned in physics class that even the smallest disturbance in a chaotic system can cause huge changes. For example, the flapping of a butterfly's wings here could potentially trigger a tornado in another region."

Xu Youyou, being a top student in her regular class, quickly revealed the relevant information.

“Zhou Heming, who was thirty-five years old, came back to make up for his regrets. Now that you two have already, well, already talked, he naturally has no reason to exist, so he disappeared.”

Zhou Heming was still a little embarrassed to speak.

This is the solution he and Cheng Shuangjiang came up with last night.

How amazing!

Qiao Jinchen was stunned.

"."

Xu Youyou looked unconvinced, probably already thinking that Zhou Heming was putting on an act.

But since the outcome was good anyway, she had no intention of pursuing the matter further.

And isn't it interesting?
*
In the evening, Qiao Jinchen suggested treating Zhou Heming and Cheng Shuangjiang to a meal. The two had already contributed their efforts, so they felt at ease eating the meal. However, considering that they had to attend evening self-study, they simply ordered a few dishes from Xiao Chuan Shu on the back street of the school.

Cheng Shuangjiang turned on the lights in the multimedia classroom, glanced at the untouched piano, and put down her schoolbag.

The monthly exam papers have been reviewed; today's focus is on math-specific practice.

Zhou Heming first spent an hour doing a short quiz, and then corrected it for Cheng Shuangjiang.

"Hmm, Ah He, you have a bad habit when doing calculation problems."

"what?"

Zhou Heming turned his head and caught a glimpse of the captivating white skin on the girl's neck, as beautiful as the oboe solo at that moment.

"You like to calculate until the very end, and you have to find an answer no matter what."

Cheng Shuangjiang took a red pen and gently tapped the math problem about conic sections on the test paper.

This was the final question from a neighboring province a couple of years ago. The last part was very difficult, with a huge amount of calculation. Under normal circumstances, students who score less than 140 points could just glance at it, write out a formula, and then give up.

"But you did work on this problem carefully, spending most of a draft paper on it, and then you got the answer wrong in the end."

"It always feels a little unsettling not to get an answer."

Zhou Heming scratched his head. He knew that struggling with difficult problems wouldn't help his score and might even affect his overall score on the test, but he still felt a little regretful about the questions he couldn't answer.

Teenagers at this age always feel that everything should have an answer and can't learn to give up.

Just like when I was a kid, I wouldn't throw away a scratch card even if I got a "thank you" on it. I had to scratch off every last bit of the "thank you for your patronage" before I could let go. It's exactly the same as many things that happened to me later in life.

“This is an exam, not life. It’s important to learn to let go. Next time you take an exam, force yourself to aim for a perfect score of 130 and skip the third part of the last two big questions,” Cheng Shuangjiang advised.

Zhou Heming doesn't need to get a perfect score. In fact, 590 points seems difficult, but it's easy to be satisfied if you improve a little bit in each subject.

In other words, for Zhou Heming's next monthly exam, the full score is 590 points. So, by only doing the questions worth 650 points, he will have the energy to check and ensure that he gets the points he deserves.

"Okay."

Zhou Heming nodded in agreement.

Cheng Shuangjiang taught him some very approachable test-taking techniques, which shows that she was not a genius, but a small-town test-taker who learned little by little.

There was still a little time left in evening self-study. The music playing downstairs gradually subsided, and the sound of desks being moved could be heard, as if someone was tidying up.

"So, you really aren't going to tell me?"

Zhou Heming glanced at Cheng Shuangjiang's left hand.

"I can only tell you that we met again at the Jiangcheng City Library when we were thirty years old. The rest is a secret for now~"

The girl winked playfully.

"If Ahe wants to know, why not try 'writing' it out like a story?"

"Write it down?"

"You must have done this before, just like yesterday's [script]."

Cheng Shuangjiang seemed to still have some expectations.

Is this some kind of creative training?

"Let me think... Jiangcheng City Library?"

Zhou Heming knew that place. He used to love going there for a while when he was in junior high school. After his mother passed away, his family was very depressed. He remembered that there was a coffee shop on the first floor where many people would go on blind dates.

Could it be a blind date?

Stealing a glance at the stunningly beautiful girl who was resting her chin on her left hand and looking at him, Zhou Heming felt that this word was too unfamiliar to Cheng Shuangjiang.

This girl must have had no shortage of suitors since she was a child; she just rejected them all with an icy attitude, so she didn't have to resort to blind dates.

Moreover, what's a bit of a nightmare is that Cheng Shuangjiang probably didn't have any pressure from her elders or family to get married, which forced her to deal with blind dates.

Zhou Heming hid this thought to avoid being discovered by the wall-facers.

The Trisolarans can also learn to hide their thoughts!
"If I go to the library, it's probably because I think the environment is nice, so I write something there. Hmm, I write an obituary there?"

Zhou Heming tapped the table twice with his finger and continued to think.

According to Cheng Shuangjiang, Zhou Heming in that timeline should have attended an ordinary university, so he might still be working at a funeral home. Since he was able to meet the former campus beauty in the library, they must have met while working.

Judging from Cheng Shuangjiang's attitude, it doesn't seem like someone in his family is looking for him in trouble. So, the answer seems obvious.

"As for you, you work in the library?"

The girl's expression was somewhat surprised, yet it seemed she had already guessed it. She nodded slightly, confirming Zhou Heming's answer.

"You're amazing, Ahe, you even guessed that."

"Rather than saying that the top student in the grade, who could get into Yannan and Huaqing, actually became a librarian after graduation, does that mean the end of the universe is indeed a government job?"

Zhou Heming chuckled twice, but he still didn't know how Cheng Shuangjiang had become acquainted with him in the library.

The two didn't have much interaction. Zhou Heming, who was thirty years old, hadn't published any scripts yet and hadn't even finished paying off his family's debts. How did he manage to attract the attention of the school beauty?
Can't figure it out.

"How about we revisit this place this weekend and go to the city library? Studying hard is great, but it's also important to balance work and rest."

Cheng Shuangjiang suggested with a smile.

"You say it's a return visit, but we've actually never been there together, have we?"

Zhou Heming felt that this concept of time was a bit confusing. From Cheng Shuangjiang's perspective, in her past and in Zhou Heming's future, the two had only just met for the first time in the library, which was something that had not yet happened for the eighteen-year-old Zhou Heming.

"let me see."

He wasn't hesitating; he took out his phone and checked the memo.

"I have a memorial service to attend this Sunday, um, I should have time in the afternoon."

"Memorial service?"

Because Zhou Heming had mentioned before that he only takes on eulogy work now, Cheng Shuangjiang was a little curious about what kind of memorial service he absolutely had to attend.

"Ah."

Zhou Heming nodded.

"It's the memorial service for Grandpa Geng's wife."

"That's it"

The bell rang to signal the end of evening self-study. Cheng Shuangjiang nodded slightly, then naturally took Zhou Heming's hand and said...

“Then I’ll go too, since we’ve met before.”

"Oh?"

Zhou Heming was momentarily stunned by the girl's matter-of-fact expression.

It feels like we're having our first date at a funeral home.
(End of this chapter)