My girlfriend was reborn.

Chapter 90 My favorite ship ended badly (Bonus chapter for Alliance Leader [Three-Handed Doctor])
"Zhou Heming, the way you try so hard disgusts me."

As the end of the semester approached, the weather grew colder and colder, but the first snowfall in Jiangcheng still hadn't come.

Zhou Heming sat by the window, the cold wind lashing against the windowpane, making brief whistling sounds through the cracks.

He stopped writing when he heard his deskmate's voice.

"The end of the semester is approaching, and this time it's a standardized test. There will be a parent-teacher conference at the beginning of next semester."

Zhou Heming responded.

Qiao Jinchen wanted to say something more, but Xu Youyou came back from the bathroom and sat down.

"Did you change your lipstick today, Yoyo? The color matches really well."

Zhou Heming said something casually.

"Hey, how do you know?"

Xu Youyou paused in her sitting position, and asked in surprise.

"It just feels a little different."

Zhou Heming turned his head.

Qiao Jinchen stared at Xu Youyou's lips suspiciously, scratched his head, and still couldn't find anything different.

"Really? It feels just as painful as it did last night!"

Before he could finish speaking, Xu Youyou poked his kidney with a pen.

"What do you want to say?"

The girl wearing glasses puffed out her cheeks and stared at Qiao Jinchen.

"No no."

He hunched his shoulders and sat down, then took out his copy of "The 53" textbook.

The three students studying in the morning seemed unchanged.

Or perhaps, Qiao Jinchen and Xu Youyou are simply trying to maintain Zhou Heming's unchanging daily routine.

But Zhou Heming knew that everything had changed drastically.

He paused writing for a moment and could feel the gazes of many classmates watching him, as well as the whispers and gossip, some spoken and some unspoken.

Almost immediately after the New Year's Day holiday, news of his affair with Cheng Shuangjiang spread.

After all, they spent all their time together except for classes, but now Cheng Shuangjiang is back to being alone, and anyone with eyes can see that there are some problems between them.

At first, everyone just thought it was a minor squabble between young lovers, something that would end in bed and they would make up.

Several days passed, and the two remained in the same state.

The students began to realize that something was wrong.

Rumors began to spread, and various well-intentioned or ill-intentioned speculations circulated, but overall, they all conveyed the same message.

The couple I shipped actually had a bad ending.

"Zhou Heming, someone is looking for you."

After the first class ended, shouts came from the classroom door.

Zhou Heming turned his head somewhat blankly, and in that instant, he admitted that a wave of emotion, unknown to anyone else, had surged within him.

But when he saw the other person, he was indeed somewhat surprised.

It's Jiang Rui.

"Excuse me, what can I do for you?"

Zhou Heming walked to the door, unsure of Jiang Rui's purpose.

"Well, there are two things. First, I think you should watch this video. It was filmed by someone from the honors class. I'm telling you this in person because I don't want you to misunderstand my purpose."

Jiang Rui took out his phone and opened a video.

hum-

Zhou Heming recognized Cheng Shuangjiang sitting by the classroom window at first glance.

A girl, Zhou Heming remembered, was the short girl who shouted "Cheng Shuangjiang, Zhou Heming is looking for you" when he first went to find Cheng Shuangjiang. She walked timidly to Cheng Shuangjiang's side, as if she had mustered up her courage, and asked.

"Cheng Shuangjiang, what happened between you and Zhou Heming?"

Zhou Heming felt his heart race.

Then, he saw Cheng Shuangjiang speak coldly in the video.

"We broke up."

"H-How could this be? You two were clearly..."

"I was just bored with studying, so I played around with it for a bit. I'll dump it when I'm done. What's the problem?"

Cheng Shuangjiang pursed her lips and answered in a calm tone.

The video ends here.

Zhou Heming raised his head, knowing that his expression might look rather unpleasant.

It wasn't because Cheng Shuangjiang's words were unpleasant.

Instead, he knew very well that this was a lie she told in order to direct public opinion entirely towards herself.

Jiang Rui's expression was solemn.

“I know this isn’t the real reason, but I understand that you don’t want to talk about it. I just hope that you and she can live well and not overthink things.”

As he spoke, he sent Zhou Heming a compressed file via QQ.

"Also, this is actually footage from a video we were planning to make in our CP group. It contains photos of the two of you taken by other students at school. I think we should keep them for you too, since none of them kept backups. As for how to handle them, that's up to you."

".Thanks."

Zhou Heming could only express his gratitude.

Good luck on the college entrance exam, don't waste your spot.

Jiang Rui patted him on the shoulder.

Do you still remember the legend of the stone lions at Ningbo University?

Stone Lion

Zhou Heming raised his head.

"Perhaps you'll meet again when sparrows alight on the stone lions, so keep trying."

Jiang Rui chuckled softly, then turned and left.

It wasn't until he got home that evening that Zhou Heming took out his phone to open the compressed file.

Just then, he heard the sound of someone taking out keys next door.

Zhou Heming knew that this was Cheng Shuangjiang.

Lu Bai went to the film set to shoot a movie, and the secret base was no longer lit.

Cheng Shuangjiang would study in the honors class classroom, leave school five minutes later than Zhou Heming, take the bus behind her, and go home alone.

Zhou Heming suddenly stood up, pushed open the door, and saw a girl wearing a duffle coat over her school uniform, a light blue scarf given to her by Lu Bai, and a woolen hat, opening her own door.

"Is there a problem?"

Cheng Shuangjiang kept the door open and stood there looking at Zhou Heming.

"I saw that video, the one you mentioned."

Zhou Heming hesitated for a moment, then lowered his voice.

"You didn't need to say that. It will only lead to bad rumors about you."

Anyway, I'm used to it.

Cheng Shuangjiang turned her gaze away and took half a step toward her own home.

"You don't need to worry about me committing suicide. I will live a good life. So, is there anything else?"

"I'll put your toothbrush and towel away and return them to you later."

Cheng Shuangjiang left an extra towel, toothbrush, and cup at Zhou Heming's house, still in their original places.

"No need, just throw them all away."

She didn't turn her head, and said coldly.

"I've already thrown away everything you left with me."

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Zhou Heming subconsciously looked at her wrist.

No matter which hand you use, you can't see the bracelet called hope.

Can we still be friends?

In the end, Zhou Heming still asked the question.

"Ask yourself honestly, do you really only want to be friends with me?"

Cheng Shuangjiang paused, then turned her gaze over.

"I'm sorry, I can't meet your expectations, so I'm sorry, let's not start anymore."

She went into the house, but did not close the door immediately.

"The fact that you can stand here and say these things shows that you have indeed changed, and she should be very happy."

After she finished speaking, she slammed the door shut.

Zhou Heming was left all alone in the cold and desolate corridor.

He went back inside, picked up his phone, and opened the compressed file.

Just as Jiang Rui said, the compressed file was full of photos.

These photos, taken by students from Jiangcheng Middle School, show Zhou Heming and Cheng Shuangjiang together.

The two people in the photo aren't always smiling, but they give off a very happy feeling.

Zhou Heming looked at the photos, one after another.

Suddenly, he was stunned.

He flipped through the pages, starting with the first one, staring at Cheng Shuangjiang in the photo.

Then found out.

In all the photos, Cheng Shuangjiang's gaze is fixed on the boy beside her.

For a fleeting moment, Zhou Heming felt a pang in his heart.

He stood up and looked at the desk where he and Cheng Shuangjiang studied together, the chair she had sat in, the unused tableware from when they bought lemon mousse cake, the two of them in front of the mirror with their toothbrushes and water cups, the towels in the bathroom, the pairs of bowls and chopsticks in the kitchen, the microwave oven he had bargained for, and the bed where he had snuggled up with the girl for several nights. A huge tide of emotion enveloped and enveloped him.

Zhou Heming slumped into the chair, his shoulders trembling, his breathing rapid, his nose stinging, but a smile remained on his face.

He remembered Grandpa Geng, who sat in front of the massage machine in the supermarket that day, sobbing uncontrollably. He thought he was able to face it calmly and had long since composed himself, but now he realized that he simply hadn't fully accepted the fact yet.

Picking up his phone, Zhou Heming opened Cheng Shuangjiang's chat window and saw that the chat history remained from the day she was reborn. He tried to type some words, but quickly deleted them, repeating this process over and over again.

Suddenly, Zhou Heming understood why the male protagonist in "5 Centimeters Per Second" often typed text messages on his phone alone during his middle school years, but never sent them.

Some things cannot be said, cannot be thought, but cannot be forgotten either; they are best kept in the heart.

at this time.

My phone vibrated; a message notification sounded.

It's Lu Bai.

Zhou Heming clicked on it with some hesitation.

[Lu Bai]: Are you home yet?

[Zhou Heming]: We've arrived.

[Lu Bai]: I've got nothing to do on set, so I'm checking to see if you're still feeling down.

[Zhou Heming]: It's nothing.

[Lu Bai]: So something's wrong?

"How can you remember this so clearly?"

Zhou Heming sighed, and before he could reply, his phone vibrated again.

It was a voice invitation from Lu Bai.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhou Heming pressed the call button.

"You cried?"

Lu Bai's voice came through.

"No."

Zhou Heming answered, rubbing his eyes, and then continued.

"Actually, you don't need to come to me just because you care about the things she talked about about the future."

"What did you say? That we'll get married in the future? You seem to be dreaming. Who dates one campus beauty and then another? Aren't you ashamed of taking advantage of me?"

Lu Bai chuckled lightly, which livened up the atmosphere a little, and then asked a question.

What are you planning to do now, study?

"I should study on my own, and then take some time to write the script again."

Zhou Heming glanced at the old laptop on the table.

"Then go study on your own. Keep a voice message on your phone, and I'll supervise you."

"You're going to supervise me?"

A question mark appeared above Zhou Heming's head.

Putting aside why I need you to supervise me, how can a mediocre student like you supervise me over voice chat?

"If you keep the voice message on, you can't use your phone, and you won't have time to look at those chat logs and overthink things, right?"

Hearing Lu Bai's words, Zhou Heming was speechless.

"What you said does make some sense."

He plugged his phone into the charger, took out his workbook, pressed the mechanical pencil button, and glanced at his phone screen.

"Lu Bai, why did you do this?"

Zhou Heming couldn't help but ask.

"Actually, it's okay if you leave me alone. I can keep going, although I may have to stop for a while in the middle. But I've already promised her that I will keep going."

Lu Bai remained silent for a long while in response to Zhou Heming's question.

It wasn't until the boy suspected that the other person had gone off to do something else and hadn't heard what had just happened, and he picked up his pen to answer the question as if nothing had happened, that he heard the girl's disappointed voice.

"You were the one she kept behind, and so was I."

At this moment.

Zhou Heming suddenly realized.

He lost the lover he had promised to spend his life with.

Lu Bai also lost a close friend with whom she shared a deep mutual respect and could be completely open with each other, making her grateful for her three years of high school life here.

"Feel sorry."

Study hard.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was the soft scratching of a pen as it was written.

*
the next day.

When Zhou Heming got up, he saw a notification on his phone.

It was the alarm clock from the menstrual cycle tracking app he had downloaded earlier, reminding him that Cheng Shuangjiang's period had started.

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He deleted the app and then got up.

Around 11 p.m. last night, Lu Bai couldn't help but yawn repeatedly in the voice call, and soon hung up and went to sleep.

Zhou Heming put down his exercises and wrote a little bit of script.

He wrote the script for a TV series because Zhou Heming felt that the process of two people getting along was difficult to present in a movie of one or two hours. It would be better to use a TV series format that is broadcast continuously for ten or twenty days, so that the audience can follow the story day by day, gradually become involved, and thus better understand the ideas that the story wants to convey.

Before going to bed, Zhou Heming went to the balcony.

Although he couldn't see the neighbor's house from this balcony, he could tell whether the lights were off next door by the light falling on the tree shadows.

The answer is that the lights are already off.

"Good night."

He spoke to the air, then lay down and fell asleep.

He has been suffering from insomnia for the past few days, either tossing and turning or dreaming about things from the past.

Sometimes, he really wanted to cry his heart out, but the emotions were stuck in his chest, unable to be swallowed or uttered.

Zhou Heming was curious for the first time about what kind of hardships the ancients who came up with the phrase "like a fishbone stuck in one's throat" had gone through to arrive at such a fitting metaphor.

Click——

Almost at the same time Zhou Heming left, the sound of a door opening came from next door.

He saw a girl wearing a heavy coat over her school uniform and a light blue scarf, exhaling white breath as she walked out of her house.

Good morning! Have a happy day today!

Zhou Heming forced a smile and greeted them.

Cheng Shuangjiang nodded, her face darkening, and walked past him down the stairs.

Zhou Heming locked the door and followed.

The two maintained a distance of about three meters, walking one in front of the other on the road to the bus stop.

Cheng Shuangjiang stopped in front of the breakfast shop, hesitated for a moment, scanned the code to pay, and ordered a fried dough stick.

Zhou Heming stood in front of the dessert stall at the back and thought for a moment.

"boss."

He then took out his phone and pointed to the items on the price list.

They ate as they walked, and by the time they reached the bus stop, Cheng Shuangjiang had just finished her breakfast.

She is very familiar with this process and has been doing so for the past three years.

Except for the first few months.

A thin layer of ice covered the drainage ditch on the ground, freezing a few fallen leaves beneath it. Cheng Shuangjiang rubbed her lower abdomen uncomfortably, staring blankly at the last few falling ginkgo leaves as she waited for the bus.

Suddenly, a steaming hot drink appeared beside her.

The aroma of ginger tea made Cheng Shuangjiang glance sideways as she saw Zhou Heming hand her a paper cup.

"I just bought this on a whim; it's ginger and brown sugar water. Drinking something warm in the morning is good for your health."

Cheng Shuangjiang looked at Zhou Heming's empty other hand.

It wasn't by chance.

Before the girl could refuse, Zhou Heming spoke again.

"If you don't drink it, I'll throw it away."

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With a subtle "who taught you that?" expression, she pursed her slightly pale lips, but ultimately accepted the steaming cup of ginger tea.

"Thank you."

A very formulaic thank you.

Taking small sips, she wondered if the ginger and brown sugar water really worked or if the warmth of the drink was what made her feel better, but her cheeks regained some color.

Just then, the bus arrived.

Cheng Shuangjiang glanced at him, swiped her card, and got on the bus.

Zhou Heming followed behind her and saw the girl find a double seat in the back row and sit down by the window.

That was the place where the two of them often sat for the previous three months.

He didn't sit down; instead, he stood in the middle, just like a few days ago when the two of them happened to be on the same bus.

At that moment, Zhou Heming's phone suddenly emitted a notification tone indicating that he needed to pay special attention.

"...Forgot."

Since Cheng Shuangjiang never sent him any more messages after that, Zhou Heming naturally didn't unfollow her. He even wondered if the girl had already deleted or blocked him.

I took out my phone and saw that it was five yuan transferred from Cheng Shuangjiang, with the note: "Ginger Syrup".

Ok.

Zhou Heming glanced subconsciously at the girl sitting by the window.

Just then, the special attention alert sounded again.

[Cheng Shuangjiang]: There are seats available in the back row.

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I was supposed to rest today, but seeing the Alliance Leader's message, I'll just add an extra chapter!

Thank you so much to the guild leader [Sanshou Langzhong] for your continued support! I am overwhelmed with gratitude and words fail me!

(End of this chapter)