It Seems I’m Not The Only One Who Reincarnated

Shi Hai’s silence wasn’t because he secretly liked Zhu Lingjie.

Although they had grown up together, their relationship lacked any of the sweetness or innocence typically associated with childhood friends.

There were no warm-hearted morning wake-up calls, no homemade breakfast, or walking to school together.

Those idyllic moments existed only in the 2D world.

In reality, childhood friends are at best just “people you’ve known for a long time.”

Shi Hai had known Zhu Lingjie for a particularly long time—almost fifteen years.

It seemed like they were bound by some kind of karmic tie, being born on the same day and living as neighbors in the same apartment building.

Liu Zhenshan once marveled at how such coincidences really do happen.

From kindergarten through to the end of their first year in high school, they were always in the same class.

However, this connection ended in high school.

In their second year, Zhu Lingjie’s parents, concerned about her wasting rest time on commuting, moved closer to the school to ensure her health and academic performance.

After that, Shi Hai never saw her again, only hearing from Liu Zhenshan post-college entrance exams that Zhu Lingjie had also been admitted to the same university as him.

Shi Hai only mused that their classmate status was likely to extend to almost twenty years.

However, university life differed from high school.

Students from different departments might never cross paths until graduation.

Throughout their first year, Shi Hai didn’t see Zhu Lingjie at all.

His lasting impression of her was one of ‘fear,’ stemming from their six years as deskmates in elementary school.

Yes, Zhu Lingjie was the one who helped young Shi Hai fully understand the concept of ‘maintaining proper distance between boys and girls.’

Hence, every time Shi Hai saw Zhu Lingjie, his body would involuntarily stiffen as if he’d been hit by a petrifying gaze.

This reaction had become almost instinctive.

Like being stared down by a predator, Shi Hai could feel cold sweat forming on his forehead.

Despite not seeing her for over a year, facing her again brought back that rigidness…

It was a reminder that childhood psychological trauma was no joke.

Reflecting on this, he suddenly admired Jian Sichun’s ability to overcome her psychological trauma related to her eyes.

Then the atmosphere turned awkward.

“…”

“…”

Zhu Lingjie looked up at Shi Hai and then examined Jian Sichun beside him.

No one noticed the furrow forming between her brows.

“…?”

Jian Sichun, equally puzzled, tilted her head to look at Shi Hai, then down at the woman below.

She was very pretty, with a tear mole under her left eye, and looked about the same age as Jian Sichun.

Her long bangs fell to her chest, with the rest tied into a ponytail reaching her waist, appearing like three tails from a distance.

Growing such long hair must have taken a long time.

Jian Sichun had also kept long hair before, but it barely reached below her shoulders.

She felt that longer hair didn’t suit her.

Then there was her outfit…

She wore an off-shoulder T-shirt with a camisole underneath.

A denim mini-skirt paired with 30D semi-transparent black stockings completed her look.

Her outfit was somewhat provocative.

Upon closer inspection, one could see she had light makeup on and a sweet fragrance emanating from her, likely from perfume.

It was clear she had dressed up meticulously, fully prepared mentally.

The overall impression was akin to someone ready for a date night out with her boyfriend.

However, despite her outfit suggesting such, her overall demeanor was off-putting…

Jian Sichun felt a sense of contradiction.