I Might Have Fallen in Love With My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 115 - 111: Female Protagonist’s Halo 2

Chapter 115: Chapter 111: Female Protagonist’s Halo 2

Sometimes a woman’s sixth sense can be so accurate that it scares her.

As Professor Yan arrived, the classroom quickly quieted down, and the students had all heard their own teachers describe him, so they could guess what kind of person Professor Yan was.

A man past the prime of life, commanding presence without anger, an exemplar among teachers.

Professor Yan scanned the classroom with his gaze and took up the chalk to write his name on the blackboard—Yan Xiuyue.

The students collectively stood up and bowed at a 90-degree angle to greet Professor Yan.

"Good day, students!" Professor Yan nodded from the podium, his voice old but still resonant like a bell: "Please, sit down."

The students thanked Professor Yan before sitting down.

Pointing at the three characters he had just written on the blackboard, Professor Yan spoke sternly, "Students, these three characters ’Yan Xiuyue’ are my name. Don’t just remember that my surname is Yan; I hope that from today onwards, having taught you, you won’t be ignorant of my full name."

His habit of not indulging in jokes, and because of his thin and gaunt appearance, the deep nasolabial folds at the corners of his mouth, did not give him a look of kindness and benevolence.

Professor Yan was not one to indulge in idle chatter with the students, and before coming to class, he had organized a physics textbook, following its contents for teaching.

Professor Yan used to be a university professor, and if his teaching approach was not well-structured before he taught high school students, they would find it difficult to adapt.

Moreover, Professor Yan’s method of teaching did not allow anyone to raise questions while he was explaining.

Even when he finished discussing one problem and was about to move on to the next, if a student had a question about the problem he had just discussed, they had to note it down first and wait to ask after class.

Sure enough, after the lesson, the students lost the enthusiasm they had at the beginning, and during the break, Professor Yan left the classroom.

The students started to cluster in groups of three to five, moaning and groaning.

"Isn’t Professor Yan’s teaching pace too fast?"

"And, that formula he explained for the penultimate problem, it seems like we never learned it before, do any of you remember that formula?"

"I thought it was just me not paying attention in class and not remembering the formula, turns out none of you learned it either?"

"Ah? What do we do now? I raised my hand because I had a question, but it seemed like Professor Yan just ignored it..."

Qingran also felt a bit overwhelmed by Professor Yan’s teaching pace, but fortunately, she had the habit of taking notes. Over the years, she had become quite quick at note-taking. Even though Professor Yan spoke fast, she managed to jot down every step and method of explanation in her notebook.

While others were discussing Professor Yan’s teaching style during the break, she was still puzzling over that formula she didn’t understand.

After looking at the formula for a long time without fully grasping it, Qingran pushed the problem to the middle of the desk.

Just as she pushed it over and before she had the chance to ask if Xie Ying’an understood it, she saw Professor Yan walk back into the classroom with a textbook in hand.

Qingran quickly moved her notebook back to her position, leaving Xie Ying’an, who had just gathered around, utterly confused.

Qingran gestured towards Professor Yan, who was now on the podium.

Today, before class started, as Professor Yan entered, the two of them were still talking and had already made a negative first impression on Professor Yan.

The young man pursed his pale lips and lowered his eyes, no longer speaking.

The bell for class hadn’t yet rung, and Professor Yan was sitting at the podium flipping through the textbook and taking notes. His presence in the classroom made it as quiet as a henhouse.

Even students who ran to the restroom did so in a hurry and returned quickly.

As soon as the bell for class rang, Professor Yan turned and began to write problems on the blackboard, three questions each on the left, right, and center, exactly the problems he had taught in the previous class.

Students suddenly had a bad feeling in their hearts.

Professor Yan’s posture didn’t look like he was going to discuss the problem again, but rather like he was about to have them come up and solve it.

Qingran had already started jotting down the solution steps for the first question on scratch paper. She had only written half of the steps when she saw Professor Yan call Wen Shiyi to solve the first question.

Wen Shiyi was obviously relieved; she knew how to do the first question. If it had been the second question, it would have been much harder for her.

Because for the second question, the formula that Professor Yan taught last class was something she felt completely unfamiliar with. She didn’t understand the formula thoroughly enough to apply it on the spot.

Qingran looked at the middle question and couldn’t recall the solution approach for a long time. She started to feel anxious, having a vague sensation that the professor would call her up to solve a problem.

"The other two questions..." Professor Yan’s gaze swept across the classroom, and students’ heads were pressed lower than the next.

With so many years of teaching, Professor Yan was accustomed to such scenes.

He pointed to the row where Xie Ying’an and Qingran were sitting: "You two students, come up here and try."

With her premonition coming true, Qingran was no longer nervous.

Instead, Xie Ying’an’s dark eyes flashed for a moment; he habitually reached out to hold Qingran’s hand.

In these past few problem-solving sessions, being grabbed by Qingran had also become his habit.

However, Qingran did not pay any attention to him and walked straight along the aisle towards the podium.

Walking to the podium, Qingran was still thinking about the solution approach for the middle question. To be honest, she still had no idea how to tackle it.

Xie Ying’an followed behind her. Qingran slowed down a bit and walked up to the podium with Xie Ying’an. In a low voice, she asked him, "Do you know how to solve the middle question?"

Xie Ying’an hadn’t had the chance to answer when they reached the podium, where Professor Yan had not specified which question they should solve.

Xie Ying’an, who had purposely moved closer to offer his hand, didn’t receive the expected gesture from Qingran to hold it during the walk.

He felt a bit irritable again, as even an insignificant action from Li Qingran could easily sway his mood.

Still possessed of some rationale, Xie Ying’an recalled that Qingran seemed to have asked him if he knew how to solve the middle question.

To tell the truth, he hadn’t paid any attention to the questions when Professor Yan was writing them; how would he have noticed what the left or middle questions were?

Since Qingran had asked him in such a way, he guessed she probably hadn’t figured out the solution to the middle question; otherwise, she wouldn’t have asked him earlier.

With his long legs, Xie Ying’an, not wanting to give anything away to Professor Yan, took a piece of chalk before Qingran and stood in front of the middle question.

Qingran was quite overjoyed; she also picked up a piece of chalk and started to work on the question on the far right.

Qingran understood both the first and the third questions; she had encountered the solution methods before. Although the problems had become harder variations, she could still solve them in the end.

When looking at the problems, Qingran remembered the most important thing she had seemingly forgotten - to borrow the male protagonist’s aura from Xie Ying’an.

There was nothing she could do now; she couldn’t just grab Xie Ying’an’s hand in front of the whole class, could she?

Now the female character in the book was distanced by a male protagonist from her, comparatively, she was closer to Xie Ying’an. And just now while walking, she had brushed against the hem of Xie Ying’an’s clothes.

She could only hope for that piece of cloth now.

Beside her, Xie Ying’an had already started writing the solution on the blackboard, the chalk squeaking against the board’s surface.

Qingran focused her mind, concentrating on the question in front of her, and quickly found a solution path.

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