Rebirth: My Childhood Sweetheart Came into My Arms

At the same time, I heard a "bang".

The object struck Bei Yao's arm, which he had just raised, forcing him to change course and land with a thud.

Still shaken, Jingran peeked her little head out from Bei Yao's arms and looked down at the ground.

Holy crap, it's a solid ball!

"Brother Yao, you're really good at this!" A boy with a healthy complexion and a buzz cut shouted at Bei Yao from not far away.

Jingran looked in the direction of the sound.

The boy was pushing a small cart filled with medicine balls, and the words "culprit" were practically written all over his face.

What's most infuriating is that the boy was all smiles.

"What are you laughing at, bro! Throwing a solid shot put at someone like that, aren't you afraid of hurting them?"

Before Bei Yao, the one who got hit, could even speak, Jing Ran had already eagerly crawled out of his arms and started craning her neck to lecture the other person.

"Luckily, my friend reacted quickly and blocked the ball for me; otherwise, if it had hit my head, I would have had a concussion!"

"You know what a concussion is, right? At best, it causes dizziness; at worst, it causes amnesia. I finally managed to memorize five words yesterday, and you forgot them after that? Aren't you going to take responsibility?"

Jingran was just worried about having nowhere to release his negative emotions, and the appearance of the buzz-cut man undoubtedly opened up an outlet for him.

He tossed the snacks into Bei Yao's arms, put his hands on his hips, and launched into a rapid-fire barrage of words until the school bell rang. Only then did he bend down with a sour face, pick up the medicine ball, and throw it back forcefully.

Brackets, thrown by one hand.

The medicine ball was heavy, and Jingran's arm wasn't very strong. Even though he put all his strength into it, he only managed to throw it five meters away.

The buzz-cut man ten meters away: "..."

Judging from the way Jingran threw the ball, he thought it would go straight into the car, but... that's it?

The solid orange-yellow ball lay quietly at the center point of the straight-line distance between the two, creating an awkward atmosphere.

"Cough... Take your broken ball!" Jing Ran forced out a harsh remark, not exactly harsh, and turned to leave.

Bei Yao behind him: "Hey, Little Lightning, your snacks—"

"Here you go!" Jingran didn't even turn her head before rushing into the teaching building.

Bei Yao stood there holding snacks, a slight smile playing on his lips.

If I heard correctly, Jingran seemed to have called him a "friend"?

Based on the law of love growing over time, it probably won't be long before the word "male" is added before those two words.

While he was thinking, Gu Wang pushed the cart up to him. "This little firecracker's got some nerve. Can you handle her?"

Bei Yao narrowed his eyes, put the snacks into the shopping cart, and asked, "What did you just say?"

"I'm asking you, can you really control them?"

"The sentence before that."

"Little chili pepper... that's strong enough..."

Gu Wang realized something was wrong as soon as he finished speaking, but it was too late.

Bei Yao raised his hand and slapped him on the back of the head. "How dare you call me 'Little Chili Pepper'?"

"I'm so sorry, it was my fault, Brother Yao, please forgive me..."

"Push your little cart and disappear from my sight."

"Okay, okay."

Gu Wang took two steps forward, then turned back and pointed to the car: "Your snacks!"

"Here, take this and eat it. It wasn't easy for you to be the wingman."

"Oh...QAQ" He thought his selfless dedication had gone unnoticed.

As everyone knows, being gay is not easy.

Although homosexuality has been accepted by most people in this era, it is undeniable that these people are still a minority group, with a much smaller range of choices than heterosexuals.

Therefore, within Bei Yao's small circle, helping each other out has become a common practice.

Friends, if you help me today, I'll help you tomorrow. Let's join hands to build a harmonious gay community and create a wonderful gay bond together!

Gu Wang threw that solid ball just now, hoping to help Bei Yao stage a "hero saves the beauty" scene. After all, with Bei Yao's skills and reaction speed, blocking a solid ball is a piece of cake. Doing so will not hurt him, and will also increase his favorability in Jing Ran's heart.

Fortunately, Bei Yao understood his good intentions.

After Gu Wang left, Bei Yao strolled slowly toward the teaching building.

Sports students often don't care much about their academic performance, and Beiyao is no exception. Being late or skipping class is commonplace for them, and the teachers usually turn a blind eye and don't interfere too much.

As Bei Yao walked, he savored the feeling of holding Jing Ran in his arms.

Contrary to my expectations, the guy was surprisingly soft when I picked him up, and not as thin as he looked.

It seems there's still a lot to discover about him.

……

When Jingran returned to the classroom, Squidward was already writing furiously on the blackboard.

Seeing Jing arrive late, Lu Chengzhang threw the chalk into the trough, flipped his wrist, and glanced at the time.

"Five minutes late."

"Stand outside for five minutes before coming in."

Jingran didn't say anything, silently retreated outside the classroom, and began to stand against the wall as punishment.

Among the spoiled brats at No. 8 Middle School, Jingran was the most obedient. He used to be arrogant because He Ziyu was with him, but now that He Ziyu had reformed, most of his arrogance had disappeared.

As Squidward's hoarse voice echoed in the classroom, Jingran's thoughts drifted away, and before she knew it, they drifted to Bei Yao.

Recalling the image of the shot put flying towards him, Jingran still felt lingering fear.

If Bei Yao hadn't been quick-witted and stopped him, he might have ended up like He Ningqiu and had to go report to the school doctor.

And speaking of which...

That guy's chest looks pretty sturdy; without a doubt, quite a few young girls have been inside him. →_→

……

Lu Chengzhang was speaking fluently on the podium, so engrossed that he didn't notice the time.

Ten minutes passed, and Jingran still hadn't returned.

"You, go out and see what he's doing." He casually pointed to Jiang Nanqiao, who was sitting in the first row.

As Jiang Nanqiao walked out of the classroom, she immediately saw Jing Ran with her forehead pressed against the wall, muttering to herself.

"Young man, the word for young man is teen...n what's it again?"

"Jingran, what are you doing?" Jiang Nanqiao poked his lower back. "Why aren't you going in yet?"

Jing Ran flinched from the poke and turned around to meet Jiang Nanqiao's strange gaze.

"Five minutes are up?"

"It's not just five minutes, it's been twelve minutes already."

"Depend on……"

He was thinking about Bei Yao blocking the ball for him, and the more he thought about it, the more he couldn't stop himself. Helpless, he could only distract himself by memorizing vocabulary words. As a result, he was so focused on memorizing that he forgot the time.

Jingran followed Jiang Nanqiao back to class, then lowered her head and returned to her seat.

Fortunately, Lu Chengzhang didn't say anything and continued to passionately recite his heavenly book.

With a few minutes left before the end of get out of class, Lu Chengzhang pushed up his glasses and began calling on students to come to the podium to do exercises.

At this moment, the underachievers in Class 7 would all lower their heads and pretend to be dead.

Lu Chengzhang was a seasoned veteran; he could tell at a glance who knew what to do and who didn't. So, after looking around, his gaze settled on Jiang Chengyu, who had slept through the entire class.

Jiang Chengyu has been sleeping since the school bell rang, without opening his eyes once.

So all that earnest advice he gave yesterday was just for himself?

"Jiang Chengyu!"

"..."

Lu Chengzhang called Jiang Chengyu several times, but Jiang Chengyu did not respond.

He Ziyu quickly turned around and nudged Jiang Chengyu's shoulder, "Brother Yu, wake up, the teacher is calling you."

Jiang Chengyu was really tired after staying up all night, but when she heard He Ziyu's voice, she instinctively opened her eyes.

"The teacher wants you to go up and do the problems."

"Um……"

Jiang Chengyu rubbed his tired eyes, got up and walked onto the podium.

After staring at the question on the blackboard for a while, Jiang Chengyu slowly picked up a piece of chalk from the slot and began to answer.

This question wasn't in the textbook, but he had seen similar ones while doing practice problems last night, so it wasn't difficult for him to answer.

Soon, the blackboard was filled with densely packed numbers.

After arriving at the final answer, Jiang Chengyu put down the chalk and lightly rubbed his fingertips together.

Lu Chengzhang stood by and carefully examined the answer, hoping to find some mistakes. However, Jiang Chengyu's answer was very rigorous and could be used as a reference answer.

"Yu-ge is too amazing! He can still write after sleeping through a class? A top student is indeed a top student." Jing Ran rested her chin on her hand, thinking about how she couldn't even memorize five words properly, and suddenly felt the deep malice of this world.

He Ziyu raised an eyebrow, neither confirming nor denying.

After Jiang Chengyu returned to his seat, Lu Chengzhang picked up his pointer and tapped the blackboard.

"Hey you guys sleeping down there, open your eyes wide and take a good look. Only those who do the questions like this deserve to sleep, understand?"

The audience: "..."

So they might, perhaps, probably... never need to sleep for the rest of their lives?

A moment later, the bell rang, and Lu Chengzhang expressionlessly tidied his lesson plan and left the classroom.

"Look at this, this is the treatment of top students. They don't even get criticized for sleeping in class," Jing Ran exclaimed.

He Ziyu ignored his comment and turned to Jiang Chengyu, "Brother Yu, what's wrong? Didn't you sleep well last night?"

Actually, he noticed that Jiang Chengyu wasn't in good spirits before class, but he didn't expect him to be so sleepy that he couldn't be woken up even by calling him.

They only talked until 10 p.m. last night, which shouldn't have happened.

"After saying goodnight to you yesterday, I suddenly felt like doing some practice problems. I got so engrossed in them that I didn't realize it was dawn before I knew it."

"Studying problems...obsessed?" He Ziyu's lips twitched, a little amused and exasperated.

Jingran, on the other hand, didn't marvel at Jiang Chengyu's extraordinary talent this time. Instead, she gleaned a more useful piece of information from his words.

"Brother Yu, you even said goodnight to Ayu?" Jingran asked, completely bewildered. "Don't tell me you two were sleeping together on the phone?"

"..."

He Ziyu moved his thin lips, about to say no, when a certain persistent figure appeared in front of him once again.

Wherever her gaze fell, He Ningqiu, holding a notebook, walked directly up to Jiang Chengyu, ignoring He Ziyu who was still beside her.

"Brother Yu, I don't know how to solve that problem you wrote on the blackboard. Could you explain it to me?"

This time, he was certain he wouldn't be rejected.

After all, among all the students in Class 7, only Jiang Chengyu could solve this problem completely.