I Might Have Fallen in Love With My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 132 - 128: Taking Notes

But two days have passed, and Song Shize is nowhere to be seen in school.

Even when Ruan Ruan sent him messages at night, he didn’t reply.

"Probably got locked up by his dad," Qingran guessed.

Qingran had seen Mr. Song at the hospital; he looked like a knowledgeable middle-aged man. Next to Mr. Song, the frivolous Song Shize didn’t seem at all like his son.

Ruan Ruan lay weakly on the table, her face full of disdain: "Is Song Shize really that useless?"

Even Zheng Chunming was curious. After all, Song Shize was so arrogant privately, not even caring about the school disciplinarian, and if he caused trouble like fighting and brawling in school, it would usually be settled quickly by his family’s influence.

Such a spoiled brat, who would have guessed that Song Shize would actually be afraid of his own dad?

It’s simply unimaginable that Song Shize would be cornered like a quail, being scolded, and pointed at. Just picturing this scene could make one burst out laughing.

Qingran, of course, wouldn’t mention the embarrassing things about Song Shize; she just managed to rid herself of Song Shize and certainly didn’t want to stir trouble by talking behind his back, as that would only cause her suffering.

Coincidentally, Xie Ying’an walked into the classroom to get his books, gave Qingran a look, and gestured outside: "Shall we go?"

Of course!

Qingran was just worrying about how to divert the conversation, and Xie Ying’an really came through like a timely help.

She immediately picked up her physics book and notebook, waved goodbye to Ruan Ruan and the others, and walked with Xie Ying’an to another classroom.

It’s Saturday today, and there’s a physics class.

When they arrived at the classroom, there were not many people yet, only Wen Shiyi had arrived early.

Sitting in her seat, Qingran looked outside, and from this angle, she could just see the small tree she used for shade a few days ago.

Also because of that tree, Qingran suddenly remembered Ji Yanchen.

That day at school, she only saw Ji Yanchen once, and until today, she hasn’t seen him again. There was no news about Ji Yanchen at the school either, as if he had never returned.

Qingran had cautiously inquired Ruan Ruan a couple of times, who just looked at her suspiciously and even sniffed out a trace of gossip, pressing her if she had heard some rumors.

That scared Qingran from asking further.

As time went by, studies became even more intense. Compared to studying, Ji Yanchen instantly became unimportant, and she didn’t think about him anymore.

Professor Yan’s classes were always quiet; only his voice could be heard throughout the classroom.

It was really unavoidable; as time went by during the class, the students discovered just how fast Professor Yan lectured.

Forget about whispering during the class; they didn’t even dare to lower their heads to take notes, fearing that if they lowered their heads, they would miss the end of the problem.

As a result, fewer students went to drink water or use the restroom during breaks, everyone rushed to record the steps of solving problems as lectured by Professor Yan based on what remained in their memory.

It was also because the re-competition was only more than a month away, Professor Yan earnestly wanted to impart knowledge to them, so his lecture pace was very fast, so much so that even Fang Jin and Wen Shiyi felt they couldn’t keep up, let alone other students.

Starting this week, Professor Yan’s classes would last all day on Saturday and half a day on Sunday.

During mealtime, students walked to the cafeteria listlessly, still talking about Professor Yan’s lectures.

The two girls walking in front of Qingran started discussing on the way—

The girl on the left said, "Professor Yan’s class pace is way too fast, right? This morning we covered so many problems in three classes, I didn’t understand at least half of them."

The girl on the right sighed, "You only didn’t understand half; I feel like I didn’t understand anything at all. I’m doomed."

The girl on the left was almost crying, "What should I do? I was hoping to make it to the finals."

The girl on the right seemed to laugh, they kept walking forward and didn’t notice Qingran walking behind them.

"You’re still thinking about the finals? Wow~ what a lot to think about, not to mention others, just ask our second ranker Li Qingran if she ever thought about it?" Indeed, the voice carried a teasing tone.

Qingran: "..."

It was another day where she was inadvertently caught in the crossfire.

She tugged at Xie Ying’an’s clothes beside her, and he looked over with his eyes lowered.

His youthful eyes seemed to contain galaxies, and Qingran always felt that since the day she messed up his hair, Xie Ying’an had been in a good mood every day.

He asked softly, "What’s wrong?"

Clearly, he hadn’t been paying attention to what the two girls ahead had been saying.

Qingran said, "I really thought about making it to the finals this time."

Xie Ying’an was startled, a scholar’s thought processes are always different from the norm, he asked, "Don’t you want to take the college entrance exams?"

What?

Qingran was also startled, but quickly understood what Xie Ying’an meant.

"No," she said, and then laughed lightly as she continued walking forward.

But she was reluctant to explain the actual reason.

Xie Ying’an caught up with her pace, and didn’t inquire further about the reason; he was very pleased with the way they were getting along now, and "very pleased" would be an understatement.

When the two returned to the classroom after eating, they saw Qi He leaning over and staring blankly at Qingran’s desk.

When Qingran sat down, Qi He was still in a daze.

"Hi!" Qingran raised her arm and waved it in front of Qi He, reminding her, "Qi He, your arm is pressing on my book, please move it."

"Ah?" Qi He, somewhat dazed, lifted her arm, and it took her a long while to respond: "Qingran, you’re back."

Qingran smoothed out the creases on her book with a dubious look at Qi He, "What’s up with you?"

Qi He pursed her lips, glanced cautiously at Xie Ying’an, then said to Qingran, "Qingran, I heard that your notes are very detailed, can I take a look at them?"

Before Qingran could respond, she anxiously added, "I’ll just look at them, I absolutely won’t damage them."

Her words rushed, her attitude sincere.

Qingran didn’t hesitate much, handing over her notebook from the previous class, explaining, "It’s a bit messy, I haven’t organized it yet, if there’s anything you don’t understand, you can ask me later."

Qi He sniffed excitedly: "Thank you, thank you!"

After saying this, she hugged Qingran’s notebook and turned back to her own seat.

Qingran had already copied the problems she didn’t know into another notebook, and seizing this free moment, she quickly asked Xie Ying’an to explain the problem-solving steps to her.

Such a rare chance for the two of them to be alone, Xie Ying’an naturally liked it, which is why he had been paying attention during the past few physics classes, explaining it to Qingran with ease.

Now, everyone in the class knew that Li Qingran was an exception for Xie Ying’an.

Previously, there would be some who were careless enough to come over to watch the problem-solving steps, but now no one came over anymore. There was no helping it, the cold glare that Xie Ying’an threw was genuinely intimidating.

Qi He fervently copied the notes Qingran had made; her desk-mate Wen Shiyi glanced over at the notebook, and couldn’t help but admire—

Professor Yan spoke so quickly during lectures, yet Li Qingran managed to take notes so fluently, even capturing every single word the teacher said in her notebook.

What patience and comprehension she must have!

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