My girlfriend was reborn.

Chapter 6 Early Morning, on the Bus

I ended up staying up all night anyway.

At 6:27 a.m., Zhou Heming yawned and rubbed his slightly disheveled hair. One strand of hair kept sticking up unruly. He smoothed it down three times in front of the mirror, but still couldn't tame it, so he had to give up.

Because of his work at the funeral home, he was actually quite energetic at night. Yesterday, he spent two hours doing practice problems and then spent another hour carefully correcting his mistakes against the answers. Following Cheng Shuangjiang's instructions, he finally went to bed at midnight.

Then, Zhou Heming started scrolling through his phone.

It wasn't short videos or anything; he inexplicably clicked on Cheng Shuangjiang's QQ space and found it wasn't locked—everything about this QQ account, created since elementary school, was on display before his eyes.

This is the one that can resist the urge to flip.

He saw that when she was in elementary school, she would repost excellent essays and knowledge points, share good luck updates with her classmates, post updates on her birthday and reply to every blessing carefully, share the scenery of her outings with friends, and seek comfort when she did poorly on a test.

He noticed that she posted less on social media in junior high, no longer reposting random things, but still sharing little surprises from her life. This seemed to be the age when she was just beginning to experience romantic feelings, so naturally there were some comments from people who seemed to be obvious admirers at the time. However, she didn't reply as seriously as she did in elementary school; she became much colder and gave people a clear sense of distance.

He saw that Cheng Shuangjiang in high school only occasionally posted polite updates thanking her teachers for winning music competitions, and ordinary holiday greetings, just like the unattainable beauty in Zhou Heming's memory.

The older you get, the lonelier you become.

For some reason, through these posts, Zhou Heming seemed to see Cheng Shuangjiang sitting alone on a bench, with classmates and friends constantly passing by her, but none of them stopping to sit beside her and share the joys and sorrows of life.

This sense of alienation is like our first meeting yesterday—a feeling of unreality, of not belonging to this world.

She was completely different from the enthusiastic, cheerful, and bright girl around her.

But from these posts, there's absolutely no indication that she and he have any connection, let alone that she would use the excuse of rebirth to get close to him like this.

Is it true?
"impossible."

Zhou Heming scratched his head and went out.

Click——

Almost simultaneously, the sound of a lock being opened came from next door.

Good morning, Ahe! Have a happy day today!

The first thing Zhou Heming saw was the girl's bright smile. Then, he saw Cheng Shuangjiang wearing a school uniform and carrying a schoolbag on one shoulder.

If her casual clothes evoke the feeling of first love, then Cheng Shuangjiang in her school uniform can only be described in three words.

White moonlight.

It was an incredibly unfashionable, uniform school uniform, but it looked perfect on her. She had the image of the girl every thirty-five-year-old man dreamed of but could never have.

And although it's a bit inappropriate to say that, the plaster cast on her hands did add a touch of fragility to her appearance, making her all the more endearing.

Noticing the boy's slightly dazed gaze, Cheng Shuangjiang chuckled and peeked out a small section of her index finger from her wide sleeve.

"At times like this, you can't just look at me; you should compliment me on how beautiful I am."

"It's so beautiful."

Zhou Heming couldn't express his true feelings, but his embarrassed appearance was enough to please the girl.

"Let's go."

"Okay, okay."

Zhou Heming followed her downstairs, her ponytail swaying back and forth, making him momentarily dazed.

September in Jiangcheng was already tinged with autumn colors, but the ginkgo leaves had not yet turned yellow. Occasionally, one or two leaves would drift away with the wind, causing Zhou Heming's gaze to fall on Cheng Shuangjiang's fingers hidden in her sleeve.

"My right hand is more seriously injured. This cast will be on for at least two months. It takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone, but the bandage on my left hand should be removed around National Day. Sigh, it's quite troublesome. I can't even take a shower. I can only wipe my body with a towel."

Noticing Zhou Heming's gaze, the beautiful girl beside him calmly explained.

"That is indeed quite troublesome, and it also affects writing and other things."

"No, that's not true. I can write with my left hand now, after all, I used it for seventeen years in my past life~"

She waved her left hand triumphantly.

"So, will it have a significant impact?"

"Besides the fracture, the nerve damage is more severe, the muscles will atrophy, and then you can't exert force or perform fine motor skills."

She watched as a bus pulled into the station, followed by students from another school and elderly women with birthday cards who were out shopping and buying groceries.

"It's alright, because my hands protected my body and head, so I wasn't hurt any further. Looking at it this way, I'm quite lucky."

A seventeen-year-old girl, about to change the course of her life, has had a near-fatal ordeal that has been named "luck." "How optimistic."

Zhou Heming murmured.

"This is what you said when you were advising me in my past life."

Cheng Shuangjiang smiled and looked at the young man beside her.

"The car is here."

Feeling somewhat conflicted, Zhou Heming didn't know how to respond to such a topic, and could only be thankful that the bus they were on arrived in time.

At this time of day, the bus was relatively empty, so the two found a pair of seats in the back and sat down by the window.

Cheng Shuangjiang took out a pocket book of key points for the science subjects, about the size of her palm, and silently flipped through it.

Zhou Heming was a bit bored. On the bus, he would usually observe people and imagine what kind of encounters these strangers would have.

Of course, he doesn't appear in any of these stories, but that's okay, humanity has its own order.

But I was really sleepy today, so I couldn't help but yawn.

Did you stay up late last night?

Noticing the weariness of the boy beside her, Cheng Shuangjiang lifted her gaze from the trajectory of charged particles in the electromagnetic field.

"A little bit."

You went to sleep at 1:57?

"You installed surveillance cameras in my house?"

"Because in my QQ space visitor record, your last visit was at 1:57."

"."

His expression froze.

Although this isn't an advertisement, can QQ Space members erase their visit history?

Zhou Heming inexplicably dared not look at the girl's profile, which was so close to him.

No, Xiao Zhou, where does your guilt come from?
His mind was in turmoil, a constant internal struggle. He went through countless scenarios of how he should explain things, how the other person would respond, and how he should reply. That's how INFPs are; their imaginations are completely consumed by internal conflict.

Until, the girl gently nudged him with her elbow.

Zhou Heming turned his head, and the pocket book was handed to him.

"This is a notebook of key points that I've taken. I'll lend it to you. You can take it out and review it every day when you're on the bus, and make good use of your time."

Her tone was a bit cold, and Cheng Shuangjiang's beautiful face lost its smile, seemingly reverting to her original "high-and-mighty" demeanor.

“I understand that you want to know more about me, and I’m actually quite happy about that, but we have plenty of time, we can take it slow, and there’s no need to stay up late and affect your studies the next day.”

She leaned closer and whispered, and whether it was her breath, the tips of her hair, or her soft, sweet voice, it made Zhou Heming's heart itch.

"Our goal now is to help you improve your score and get a recommendation spot, not just to stick together. I hope to have a relationship with 18-year-old Ahe without regrets, and I hope we can have a future without regrets. This is not for me, but for yourself. I'm very serious."

"Sorry, not anymore."

Zhou Heming sincerely apologized.

"Hmph, you fool, an apology won't make a girl happy right now. You have to take real action to make amends."

She slightly raised her chin, her cheeks puffing out slightly.

"compensate."

Before Zhou Heming could even process what compensation meant, the girl in the school uniform had already reached out and linked arms with his, leaning closer to him.

The boy was enveloped in a warm, soft, and faint scent of laundry detergent.

The bustling bus stop suddenly became quiet, with only her voice clearly audible.

“I’ve been feeling a bit sleepy lately, so I’ll punish you by letting me lean back and rest for a while before we get off the bus.”

The soft morning light dyed her long hair a light brown, and the girl nestled comfortably on his shoulder, outlining a golden moment that even Faust couldn't help but whisper, "Please pause for a moment."

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