Rebirth: My Childhood Sweetheart Came into My Arms

"Ayu?"

Jiang Chengyu called his name again, wanting to ask if he wanted to go back to class to rest for a while, but before she could say anything, He Ziyu hugged her tightly.

Without warning, He Ziyu reached out and wrapped his arms around Jiang Chengyu's neck, resting his head against his chest, quietly listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat, his breathing becoming inexplicably rapid.

For some reason, the great fire from his past life flashed through his mind again.

A dilapidated old house, flames blocking half the sky, a suffocating despair...

He seemed to see the defiant figure of the young man in the crimson light, slowly and resolutely walking towards the endless darkness, but no matter how hard he tried, he could only grasp at nothingness.

Jiang Chengyu panicked even more when he felt He Ziyu's body trembling slightly.

Did he massage the wrong spot just now, and it backfired?

"Ayu, can you still stand up? I'll go with you to the infirmary to get checked out." Jiang Chengyu gently patted He Ziyu's back, as tenderly as if coaxing a child.

Jing Ran looked incredulous.

In all his life, he had never seen anyone make him laugh so hard he ended up in the infirmary.

What kind of idiot would do something like this...?

While Jingran was still lamenting Jiang Chengyu's overreaction, He Ningqiu next to her couldn't help but frown.

He Ziyu had long limbs and fair skin. From his angle, Jiang Chengyu looked like he was holding a little wife, who was now nestled in his arms, acting coquettishly in a way that was nauseating.

It's just a stomach cramp, how much pain could it possibly cause? She's obviously just playing the victim.

He Ningqiu cursed "green tea bitch" in her heart, but said aloud, "Brother, are you alright? How about I go with you to the infirmary and have Ran-ge and Yu-ge buy some instant noodles?"

"No need, I'll go with him." Jiang Chengyu refused decisively, and worried that He Ningqiu might overthink it, he added, "You don't know where the infirmary is, so it's more convenient for me to go there."

He Ningqiu pursed her lips, still seemingly somewhat unwilling: "It's lunch break now, the playground is full of classmates, I can..."

Before he could finish asking the question, a basketball suddenly fell from the sky and hit He Ningqiu squarely on the forehead!

He Ningqiu felt dizzy and swayed twice before collapsing to the ground with a thud. Countless little stars suddenly appeared before his eyes.

"Yao-ge, that was awesome! You slammed it over their head!"

"If you say another word, I'll put it on your head next time."

The boys playing ball not far away all stopped and looked over, eager to see what would happen.

Still grieving, He Ziyu also raised his head.

In the distance, a tall boy with a blue sports headband ran over and stopped panting in front of He Ningqiu.

He Ziyu was slightly taken aback, feeling that the boy looked somewhat familiar.

However, before he could even remember who this person was, the boy bent down and lifted He Ningqiu's chin.

"Wow, that hit pretty hard; it even scraped my skin."

"..."

He Ningqiu shook his head, and when his vision cleared, he stood up unsteadily.

Jing Ran stepped forward, her gaze sweeping over the headband on the boy's forehead. She frowned and said, "Dude, how do you play basketball? With skills like that, you're on the basketball team?"

The No. 8 Middle School basketball team has specially made jerseys and protective gear. The headband he was wearing was the one used in previous competitions. He Ziyu had told Lan Yuan about this when he was pursuing him.

Jing Ran's words were clearly provocative, and his purpose was simple—to help his good friend protect his younger brother.

Unfortunately, it didn't work.

The boy raised an eyebrow slightly, his gaze lingering on Jing Ran for a moment, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes.