Who Would Fall in Love After Being Reborn?

TL: Etude

“Jiang Qin!”

“Eh? It really is Jiang Qin, what a coincidence!”

Jiang Qin was strolling around the square when he heard the call. Looking up, he saw the girls from the finance class approaching, chattering like birds in spring.

Leading the group was Song Qingsong, followed by Jiang Tian and the newcomer Jian Chun. Behind them were Pan Xiu, Liu Xiaojuan, and two other girls whose names he still couldn’t quite remember.

Among these girls, Jian Chun was indeed the most striking one.

She wore a coffee-colored miniskirt paired with a uniform-style three-quarter sleeve top, revealing her smooth, fair legs, and white slippers on her feet.

No wonder Cao Guangyu, the son from a big city, had a bit of taste. At the beginning of the term, he’d said Song Qingsong was pretty but never made a move. However, he became visibly interested as soon as he saw Jian Chun. His taste was obviously several notches above Ren Ziqiang’s.

But next to Jian Chun was a boy, whom Jiang Qin initially thought was a passerby. Yet, wherever Jian Chun went, the boy followed, his gaze always fixed on her. It was clear they knew each other.

This must be the new guy Ren Ziqiang mentioned.

The two of them had skipped military training together, entered school together, and were in the same department and class. Their relationship was probably not ordinary.

Without asking, it was clear that Cao’s romance was doomed yet again. The god of love seemed to be allergic to him.

Jiang Tian approached with light steps: “Jiang Qin, are you also here for milk tea?”

“I’m not here for the milk tea; just joining the crowd,” Jiang Qin responded.

Song Qingsong quickened her pace to catch up with Jiang Tian: “Since you’re here, why not have a cup? It’s on me!”

“How about this: the lady at the milk tea shop looks too busy. You can just pay at the counter, no need for the milk tea. Consider it your treat for me, okay?”

“Frivolous.”

“??????”

Jian Chun, who had been silent, suddenly spat out that word and rolled her eyes at Jiang Qin, leaving him utterly confused.

Damn, we haven’t even spoken a word. Why is she so rude?

The quality of modern female college students indeed needs improvement.

But before he could reply, his phone rang. Jiang Qin waved at the girls and found a corner to answer the call.

It was Hong Yan on the line, not with anything special, just to inform him that she had passed both the interview and assessment in the International Trade Department.

“I didn’t expect you to make this decision.”

“I think what Sister Nanshu said is right. I shouldn’t change my choices because of others’ opinions. I should do what I think is right.”

“Okay, then. How about inviting Feng Nanshu and having a meal together to celebrate?”

“Let’s not do it these two days. Chu Siqi is keeping an eye on me all the time, afraid I’ll go see you alone. Let’s eat after I move to the main campus. My treat.”

“Alright, we’ll talk about it later.”

Jiang Qin hung up, pocketed his phone, and planned to head back to room 208. This stage was crucial for the website, and he was not comfortable being completely hands-off.

“Jiang Qin, we’re about to have a short holiday. I’m thinking of organizing a meal for everyone. What do you think?”

Jiang Tian had left her dormitory sisters and returned from the Xi Tian Milk Tea Shop, standing perkily in front of Jiang Qin.

“I think it’s a good idea. You’re the class leader now, so it’s your call.”

“Do you prefer something more formal or casual? If it’s formal, we can go to Nanshan Restaurant for a private room. For something more casual, we can go to Shiwei Tian for an open-air stall.” Jiang Tian earnestly sought Jiang Qin’s opinion.

Hearing the mention of Shiwei Tian, Jiang Qin couldn’t help but grit his teeth: “Let’s go to Shiwei Tian. That boss just annoyed me a few days ago; I want to get back at him today.”

“?????”

After watching Jiang Qin leave, Jiang Tian returned to the milk tea shop. Song Qingsong immediately asked eagerly, “So, what did Jiang Qin say? Did he agree?”

“He agreed. He said we’ll go to Shiwei Tian,” replied Jiang Tian.

“That’s great! Let’s hurry back after getting the milk tea. I need to do my makeup and choose my outfit. I’ll dazzle him.”

Jian Chun, who was placing her order, couldn’t help but turn around, puzzled: “Qingsong, what’s so great about that Jiang Qin? Why bother dressing up specially for him?”

“He’s got a Bentley,” declared Song Qingsong, righteously.

“A Bentley? Oh, a rich second generation. No wonder he’s so frivolous.”

First impressions are crucial for strangers, and Jian Chun’s first encounter with Jiang Qin involved him throwing a paper note at her, so naturally, her impression of him wasn’t good.

Song Qingsong couldn’t help but pout: “Yes, yes, all men in the world are frivolous. None of them are as gentle and elegant as your Zhuang Chen!”

Jian Chun glanced back at the boy who had come with her: “Him? Barely passable. But I prefer someone more mature and cultured.”

Zhuang Chen smiled sheepishly: “Chun Chun, what do you want to drink? I’ll order for you.”

“I’ll order myself. You go ahead with yours.”

“Alright then.”

After Zhuang Chen placed his order, he stepped outside, took out a tissue, and carefully wiped two adjacent chairs clean. Then he sat down on one of them, watching Jian Chun amidst the crowded shop, a faint smile on his lips.

He had liked Jian Chun for five years, since middle school, and it continued until now. Although he hadn’t won her over yet, it was clear that they were getting closer.

In junior and senior high school, they couldn’t date early, and their families were strict, so Jian Chun always rejected his confessions outright. But in college, her attitude towards him softened significantly.

He thought to himself, just a little more effort, and the days of blooming flowers surely wouldn’t be far away.

“Let’s go, we’ve bought it.”

After a while, Jian Chun came out of the shop with her milk tea.

“Aren’t we drinking it here?”

Zhuang Chen was surprised; he had just finished wiping the chairs, waiting for Jian Chun to sit next to him.

Jian Chun couldn’t help but pout: “There’s a gathering in the class tonight, everyone’s in a rush to go back and dress up.”

“How about we go somewhere else then, and join them after they’re ready?” Zhuang Chen didn’t want to go back to the dormitory too early.

Jian Chun looked down at her attire: “Never mind, I should also go back and change. Though there’s no need to dress up, it’s still the first college gathering. Wearing slippers is too casual.”

“Ah… okay, then. I’ll go back to the dorm and come to pick you up at eight.”

Jian Chun responded coldly and then turned to join her friends, heading back to the girls’ dormitory of the Finance Department.

As soon as she entered the dormitory, Song Qingsong immediately started selecting clothes from her wardrobe.

Her closet was like a miniature fashion museum, packed with various styles of dresses, so heavy that the clothes rod was slightly bent.

She tried on several outfits, and once she decided on one, she began applying makeup, thoroughly enjoying herself.

Although Jiang Tian looked down on Song Qingsong’s behavior, she was secretly competing, quietly dabbing and brushing her face with makeup.

Jian Chun couldn’t understand it at all.

Why are men like Jiang Qin so popular? Just because he has a Bentley?

Even if Song Qingsong is materialistic, Jiang Tian isn’t like that. Why is she acting this way too?

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