I Might Have Fallen in Love With My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 116 - 112: Female Lead’s Halo 3

Chapter 116: Chapter 112: Female Lead’s Halo 3

Xie Ying’an’s mind worked quickly, and surprisingly his writing speed could keep up with his fast thinking.

Just as Wen Shiyi put down the chalk, Xie Ying’an had nearly finished solving the problem.

Qingran had only written less than half. She really couldn’t do anything about it; standing at the podium with Wen Shiyi, even though she knew how to solve the problem in her head, she simply couldn’t write it down when it came to putting pen to paper.

It was a bit like some unexplainable magic.

Back when she was doing problems in the classroom, at the very least, she was able to write down the answers, even if they all turned out wrong in the end.

This time was Qingran’s first direct confrontation with the legendary protagonist’s halo. Aside from not feeling great, all that was left was the sense that she couldn’t outplay it.

As soon as Wen Shiyi left the podium, Qingran felt as though she’d broken free from some control, writing her answers smoothly and effortlessly.

Xie Ying’an always kept Qingran in his peripheral vision, fearing she would become anxious. He intentionally slowed down his problem-solving speed and waited until Qingran was nearly finished before writing down the answer he had figured out long ago.

Once both were seated, Professor Yan began to explain the problem Wen Shiyi had worked on.

Out of the three problems, only the middle one was difficult for the students of this class, but not to the point that they were unsolvable.

After explaining Wen Shiyi’s solution, a rare smile appeared on Professor Yan’s solemn face as he praised, "Student Wen Shiyi’s problem-solving approach is clear and straightforward. It seems that you have paid close attention to the last lesson I taught."

In such a short period, the professor had even remembered Wen Shiyi’s name; he must be extremely fond of this student.

It likely wouldn’t be long before Wen Shiyi became Professor Yan’s proud protégé, after all, the number of people in the book who could assist the female protagonist was not small, and among those benefactors, some were professors.

As the plot progressed, some of them were bound to appear.

Qi He, who was sitting in front of Qingran, whispered to Wen Shiyi, "Wow, I never expected our professor to smile. He even remembered your name, Shiyi, you’re amazing."

Wen Shiyi gave Qi He a gentle smile. From the angle behind her desk, Qi He could just see her serene profile. After all, being the protagonist of the book, even though she wasn’t strikingly beautiful to the point of being unforgettable, she was still quite pretty.

But no matter how beautiful, Qingran was indifferent to her, as she was still intently watching the problem-solving steps written by Xie Ying’an on the blackboard.

Xie Ying’an wasn’t looking at the front desk either; during class, he liked to do two things: watch Qing or daydream.

And now, having finished the first, he was busy with the second.

Professor Yan looked at the problem Xie Ying’an had solved for quite a long time.

The classroom was unusually quiet.

Everyone was watching Xie Ying’an’s problem-solving steps, because he hadn’t used the formula Professor Yan explained in the last class to solve it.

After a while, Professor Yan turned back to face all the students, his gaze accurately falling on Xie Ying’an: "Student Xie Ying’an, can you explain why you didn’t use the formula that I taught in the last class to solve the problem?"

Well, even Xie Ying’an’s name was remembered with ease; it seems the male protagonist’s halo was at work as well.

Xie Ying’an was in the midst of daydreaming, with his gaze lowered to a fixed point in space, taking a while to respond to Professor Yan.

Professor Yan might have thought Xie Ying’an was contemplating the problem and surprisingly didn’t rush him.

The atmosphere in the classroom fell into an awkward silence.

Qingran, feeling the weight of sneaky glances from all directions, was about to lose it. She stealthily reached under the table to pinch Xie Ying’an’s waist.

The boy’s muscles were firm, her pinch unsuccessful.

The method turned out to be effective, though, as Xie Ying’an suddenly snapped back to reality. He looked at Qingran in disbelief.

Qingran didn’t want to be misunderstood, especially by Xie Ying’an. She leaned over the desk and whispered, "Professor Yan is asking you a question. He’s asking why you didn’t use the formula he taught last class to solve the problem?"

Xie Ying’an’s dark eyes swiftly betrayed a flicker of disappointment as he raised his head to glance at Professor Yan.

On the podium, Professor Yan was indeed looking at him, still awaiting his response.

The arrogance of boys at this age knew no bounds; Qingran didn’t know about others, but she was aware that Xie Ying’an was exceptionally arrogant.

So arrogant that he didn’t even bother to stand up when answering the question and blurted out an answer to Professor Yan without arranging his words: "Oh, mainly because I haven’t learned the formula you talked about in the last class, I have no recollection of it, hence I can’t apply it proficiently... Sorry, I mean I can’t apply it at all."

He didn’t even bother to use the respectful language that Professor Yan detested the most.

Professor Yan’s face visibly darkened, his piercing gaze sweeping across the classroom, as he rewrote the formula from the previous class on the blackboard.

Pointing at the formula, he asked: "Have none of you learned this formula before?"

"No," the students responded in unison.

Professor Yan seemed somewhat angered as he raised his voice: "If none of you have learned this formula, why did no one bring it up while I was explaining it?"

The class fell silent as a graveyard.

Suddenly, Qingran recalled overhearing some classmates during the break mentioning that even if they wanted to raise questions during the lecture, Professor Yan would ignore their raised hands.

After all, Professor Yan was still a teacher; he quickly restrained his emotions and explained the problem again following Xie Ying’an’s line of thought.

He didn’t elaborate further; after explaining Xie Ying’an’s problem, he moved directly to the last problem.

Fortunately, Qingran’s answer was correct, too. Professor Yan had called out Wen Shiyi and Xie Ying’an’s names earlier, but when it came to Qingran, he didn’t even know her last name.

Using chalk, he perfunctorily ticked the problem that Qingran had solved, "This... student also did very well, but took a bit too long to think, and there’s room for improvement in terms of applying thoughts."

After explaining the three problems, Professor Yan began a new lecture on the physics topics.

It was clear to anyone with eyes that Wen Shiyi had become Professor Yan’s pet, the rare classroom interactions and questions always involving her.

Qingran really didn’t feel much about it; if she had to describe her feeling, it would be that she thought it was as it should be.

The halo of the female lead should come into play at crucial moments; otherwise, it would not be called the halo of the female lead.

When the second class ended, Li Qingmo asked Xie Ying’an to explain the solution steps he had used on the blackboard again.

Xie Ying’an wasn’t in the mood to explain and refused outright: "I’ve already forgotten the problem from that question."

The implication was that he couldn’t explain it to him.

Growing up together for so many years, in this regard, Li Qingmo still had foresight; he patted Qingran’s shoulder: "Li Qingran, lend me your notes from the previous class to copy."

Knowing that Xie Ying’an was about to explain the problem, Qingran placed her notebook with the said problem in front of Xie Ying’an, ready to listen attentively.

Xie Ying’an, with his eyes half-lowered, regained a bit of spirit; he straightened up and looked at Qingran, who was also seated backward, "Are you going to listen to the explanation too?"

Qingran nodded, "Professor Yan went through it a bit quickly just now; I wrote down the notes, but haven’t reviewed them yet. Aren’t you going to explain it to my brother? I might as well listen in."

"Okay," Xie Ying’an smiled lightly with a curl in his lips.

He picked up Qingran’s notebook, prepared to start explaining when Qi He from the front desk also crowded around. She pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose and gave an apologetic smile, "Do you mind having one more listener?"

Li Qingmo didn’t mind at all, "Why would there be anything to mind? Let’s listen together."

As soon as Li Qingmo’s words fell, several more classmates ran over.

All around were voices saying "Include me, too."

The smile on Xie Ying’an’s face had long since vanished.

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