Rebirth: My Childhood Sweetheart Came into My Arms

After the homeroom teacher finished speaking, he began to announce the list of subject representatives and class committee members.

Before the start of the school year, Bao Yuan obtained the historical files of these children from the junior high school of No. 8 Middle School. After careful selection, she chose a portion of them to try and salvage.

Soon, the homeroom teacher called out Jiang Chengyu's name.

"Jiang Chengyu, class monitor of Class 7." Bao Yuan pushed up her glasses. "Who is Jiang Chengyu? Stand up so I can take a look."

He Ziyu felt a slight movement in the desk behind him, followed by the sound of a chair scraping against the floor.

The young man calmly stood up: "That's me."

Bao Yuan looked Jiang Chengyu up and down, her gaze carrying a hint of scrutiny.

While reviewing the files, she was most impressed by this boy. The reason was simple: Jiang Chengyu was the student council president of the junior high school at No. 8 Middle School, and his academic performance had always been among the best. But for some reason, his high school entrance exam scores plummeted, and he went from being in the top three of his grade to being at the very bottom.

"Come to my office after you've collected your textbooks."

"it is good."

Jiang Chengyu knew that his homeroom teacher would definitely question him, after all, as the student council president, it was unacceptable to have such a report card.

But what can we do?

He Ziyu is in Class 7, and this is the only way he can get into Class 7.

As soon as Jiang Chengyu sat down, He Ziyu turned around, propped his left hand on the back of the chair, and looked at him: "Brother Yu, have you had breakfast?"

Caught off guard, Jiang Chengyu's heart skipped a beat when he met He Ziyu's gaze: "No..."

He Ziyu: "I brought you breakfast, it's in your seat."

Jiang Chengyu was taken aback. He reached out and touched the cupboard, pulling out a still-warm sandwich and milk.

I feel a little dazed.

He Ziyu is acting very strangely today, hugging him and preparing breakfast for him...

Did something trigger it?

After the homeroom teacher finished reading the list, the subject representatives started distributing textbooks. Taking advantage of the chaos, He Ziyu turned his head to the back again and asked, "Brother Yu, didn't you say you'd bring me a gift? Where's it?"

Jiang Chengyu only remembered it after He Ziyu asked him that question.

He quickly unzipped his backpack, took out a beautifully packaged cardboard box, and handed it to He Ziyu.

"This little thing may not be worth much, but it has sentimental value. When you see it in the future, it will remind you of me."

He Ziyu took the gift, carefully untied the ribbon, and opened it.

Inside lay those tiny Native American figures, the little ornaments he'd tossed into the storage room to gather dust in his past life.

"Do you like it?" Jiang Chengyu asked, a little worried when He Ziyu didn't react.

Although the Jiang and He families were equally wealthy, Jiang's father was very strict with his allowance, unlike He Ziyu, who was a typical spoiled young master and usually had several times more allowance in his pocket.

He must think these ornaments are very cheap.

While Jiang Chengyu was still lost in thought, He Ziyu had already smiled and said, "I really like this gift. I'll get an acrylic box to put it in when I get back. Thank you, Brother Yu."

"You... really like it?"

"Really?" He Ziyu replied without hesitation. "I like anything you give me."

Jiang Chengyu's Adam's apple bobbed, and his heart pounded faster.

……

After the bell rang, Bao Yuan left the classroom.

He Ziyu told Jiang Chengyu to go see the teacher first, and also invited him to have dinner together after he finished his business.

After most of the classmates had left, Jingran walked over, plopped down on his desk, and tapped the surface twice with his index finger: "Ayu, you're acting really strange today."