Rebirth: My Childhood Sweetheart Came into My Arms

After the meal, He Ziyu helped put the dishes and chopsticks in the kitchen and even offered to wash the dishes.

Seeing her son, who used to never lift a finger, suddenly doing housework, Zhou Ying was a little flattered. Coupled with He Ziyu's unusual behavior that afternoon, she felt that he was hiding something from her.

"Honey, you need to think this through carefully. Ayu is already so grown up. If there's suddenly another child in the family, he'll definitely feel uncomfortable."

"It's not comfortable at first, but you'll get used to it. And look at Old Zhao's family, they have two kids, it's lively and festive."

"But those two are Old Zhao's biological children..."

"What do you mean by biological son or daughter? You've been married to me for so many years and your thinking is still so outdated. No wonder your son is idle, lazy, and always chasing after that Lan family son. He's a disgrace..."

"How did the conversation end up involving me again?"

Amidst the rushing water, He Ziyu heard his parents arguing faintly in the living room. He felt as if a heavy stone was pressing on his heart, making him feel extremely suffocated.

He certainly wasn't a "good" son in his past life.

Because of his privileged upbringing and his mother's doting affection, He Ziyu was spoiled like a little prince.

He doesn't do housework at home, and he tries to get by with his studies. Later, he fell in love with Lan Yuan and started pursuing him in all sorts of ways. In short, he doesn't do anything serious, but he gets into a lot of trouble.

His father disapproved of his spoiled nature and thought he would grow up to be a freeloader, so he gradually turned his attention to He Ningqiu.

After washing the dishes and wiping the water stains off the stove, He Ziyu turned and walked out of the kitchen.

"Dad, Mom, I've finished washing the dishes. I'm going back to study vocabulary."

"Ah, okay..."

Under the incredulous gazes of Zhou Ying and He Lianghan, He Ziyu returned to his bedroom, sat on the bed, and sent a text message to Jiang Chengyu.

My dad wants to adopt a younger brother for me. Looking for some comfort. _(¦3」∠)_

After finishing editing the message, He Ziyu remembered that it should be six or seven in the morning for Jiang Chengyu. If nothing unexpected happened, that guy should still be adjusting to the time difference.

After thinking about it, he decisively deleted it, put down his phone, and sighed.

……

In previous years, He Ziyu always felt that summer vacation was too short, and school would start again in the blink of an eye. But this year's vacation seemed incredibly long, as if a century had passed.

In order to change his parents' perception of him as a good-for-nothing, He Ziyu spent nearly two months frantically preparing for high school courses and also helped his mother with housework whenever he had free time. He truly embodied the qualities of a good son.

Finally, on August 31st, He Ziyu's long-awaited day of returning to school arrived.

He got up early that day, changed into his neat school uniform, spent a long time fussing with his hair, and before leaving, he didn't forget to spray some perfume on his cuffs.

Although he and Jiang Chengyu had been inseparable since kindergarten and had seen each other in their most disheveled state, this day was of extraordinary significance to He Ziyu after his rebirth, and he had to properly welcome its arrival.

……

The junior high and senior high sections of Yuecheng No. 8 Middle School are directly connected. Most students can directly enter the main campus senior high school after the junior high school entrance examination, except for some students with extremely poor academic performance.

He Ziyu's academic performance was not very good, but his family was powerful and influential. With just one word from He Lianghan, He Ziyu was sent to prison.

Arriving at the senior high school of No. 8 Middle School, He Ziyu felt a long-lost sense of familiarity. He smiled and bowed to the security guard at the school gate, then gripped his backpack and walked briskly towards Class 7 of Grade 1.

The class assignments at No. 8 Middle School were arranged according to the order of the high school entrance examination scores. The top scorers were assigned to Class 1, the key class, followed by Class 2, Class 3, and so on.

He Ziyu's middle school entrance exam scores ranked at the bottom of the entire school, so when the classes were divided, he was unsurprisingly assigned to the worst class, Class 7. Jiang Chengyu, who had always been an outstanding student in junior high, was also assigned to the same class as him due to a poor performance.

He Ziyu remembered that in his previous life he had mocked Jiang Chengyu for a long time, saying that he had studied hard for so long but was only at the same level as him, a poor student. But after being reborn, when he recalled Jiang Chengyu's meaningful smile, He Ziyu suddenly realized that he might not have performed poorly at all, but deliberately fell into Class 7 in order to accompany him.

When I arrived at Class 7, the classroom was empty.

He Ziyu found Jiang Chengyu's name on the seating chart posted on the right side of the blackboard and went straight to his seat.