I Might Have Fallen in Love With My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 136 - 132: Still the Same School Bully as Before

Chapter 136: Chapter 132: Still the Same School Bully as Before

For the entire morning, Qingran always felt that Qi He, the girl sitting in front of her, was looking at her with a strange gaze.

But she couldn’t pinpoint exactly what was odd about it.

When Qi He gave her another incredulous look during the break of the second class, Qingran finally couldn’t take it anymore.

She asked, "Qi He, do I have something dirty on my face?"

Qi He turned around to sit and seriously took another look at Qingran, confusedly shaking her head, "No, there’s nothing dirty."

It’s just that she’s damn beautiful, why did I only get her beauty now? Always buried in books, isn’t it good to occasionally look up and take in handsome guys and beauties?

"Oh." Qingran nodded and continued to organize her notes.

"Cough!" Qi He cleared her throat, a smile spreading across her lips as she leaned over the desk, inching closer to Qingran.

Her voice was significantly lower, "Qingran, I want to ask you something..."

Qingran, knowing that Qi He only had eyes for studying, thought she was going to ask about academic matters again and didn’t look up, "What is it?"

Qi He was fidgeting like a fly, for the first time behaving awkwardly, "It’s, it’s about God Ji from our school..."

Hiss! The pencil tip suddenly tore through the thin, crisp pages of the notebook, and Qingran lifted her eyes to look at Qi He.

A coolness shone through the girl’s star-filled, apricot-colored eyes.

Qi He was immediately jolted, lips nervously twitching as the words at the tip of her tongue were swallowed down with her saliva.

"It’s, it’s nothing." Qi He forced a laugh, quickly turning back around.

Who could tell her why the well-known good-tempered Qingran suddenly had a change of expression when God Ji was mentioned?

Qingran also knew her reaction was a bit over the top, but seeing Qi He had turned away, it didn’t seem right to say more. She simply tore off the torn paper and started writing anew.

To be honest, since Ji Yanchen came back, she had been replaying the plot every night before bedtime, even trying hard to remember her identity from her past life. Why did she encounter such an outrageous and mystical event as being transmigrated into a book?

But no matter how much she tried to recall, she couldn’t remember anything, which was increasingly irritating.

The main reason, Qingran felt, was Ji Yanchen’s sudden return, which gave her the false impression that the main storyline could be altered from now on.

She had managed to calm her mind these past two days, as God Ji hadn’t appeared at school, so she hadn’t thought about the plot or God Ji.

Who would have thought Qi He would suddenly bring it up in front of her?

Qingran was somewhat frustrated, and her handwriting on the notebook was no longer neat.

Today, as soon as class ended, Xie Ying’an was pulled out by Li Qingmo, and the two had vanished. Class was about to start, and they hadn’t returned.

Professor Yan looked at the empty seats of Xie Ying’an and Li Qingmo from the lectern. The bell for class hadn’t rung yet, so he just glanced and didn’t say anything.

The teacher who joined for observation today seemed to be from Class 8, a female teacher, who considering her petite stature, took the initiative to sit at an empty seat in the front row.

In fact, the main reason might be that she didn’t want to sit near Li Qingmo, the school bully infamous for not sparing anyone. Everyone knows that when Li Qingmo loses his temper, he doesn’t care if you are a teacher or not. He’s the school bully who can threaten the whole school while reading a self-critique. To avoid trouble, it’s better not to provoke him from the start.

Qi He and Wen Shiyi were whispering something, leaning over their desks. During that time, Wen Shiyi looked back at Qingran several times.

The look in her eyes was ambiguous, as if she knew some unspeakable secret about Qingran.

Just as Xie Ying’an and Li Qingmo stepped into the classroom, the bell rang, and they barely made it on time.

Professor Yan is conservative but dedicated. He never dwells on irrelevant matters during his lectures.

"Wen Shiyi, " he habitually called on Wen Shiyi to answer the question, "What’s your answer to this problem?"

Wen Shiyi seemed to be lost in thought, staring at the blackboard for a long while before hesitantly giving an incorrect answer.

Professor Yan didn’t get angry. He asked Wen Shiyi to sit down and, perhaps thinking that the students hadn’t quite grasped the concept yet, explained the problem once again.

If it were any other student, Professor Yan would definitely insist on finding out the roots of why they didn’t understand.

Was it because they didn’t listen attentively, or was their ability to comprehend knowledge too poor?

Wen Shiyi has enjoyed this kind of special treatment as a good student from Professor Yan not for the first time, and the classmates have almost gotten used to it.

Li Qingmo at the desk behind ’tsked’ audibly, the sound clear in the otherwise silent classroom.

The school bully had been quiet for so many days, the classmates had already found it unbelievable, so this kind of behavior was actually within reason.

The teacher of class eight in the front row also showed an ’I knew it’ expression.

Professor Yan is not deaf, he certainly heard it too. He pushed up the reading glasses on his nose and looked sternly at Li Qingmo: "This student, do you have a problem?"

Li Qingmo, acting all high and mighty, crossed his arms over his chest without standing up: "Of course I have a problem."

Professor Yan’s voice was very cold, his impression of Li Qingmo was already bad, and now it was even worse: "What problem do you have?"

"You’re wrong," Li Qingmo retorted with a derisive smile: "It’s not me who has a problem, it’s you who has a problem."

Classmates: Indeed, it’s still the same old school bully, the taste has returned.

"Slam!" The textbook was smacked onto the lectern with a bang, veins bulging on Professor Yan’s forehead, just as he was about to curse.

Li Qingmo preemptively attacked: "Just now, when Wen Shiyi couldn’t answer the question, on what basis did you assume that nobody else could? And for the question Li Qingran couldn’t do, how do you think that everybody might be able to do it? Are you unaware that there are over ten points difference between the second and third in our grade, or do you really think that kind of trash... could rank second in our grade?"

In every word, there was a strong disdain for Wen Shiyi.

Qingran did not look to see Professor Yan’s reaction; she quietly tugged at the sleeve of Xie Ying’an, who was watching coldly.

By the time Xie Ying’an looked over, she quietly asked him, "Where did you and my brother go just now?"

Why is my brother acting so unusually? Going after Wen Shiyi so obviously.

He usually doesn’t even want to glance at Wen Shiyi, what kind of wind is blowing now?

Xie Ying’an’s face also didn’t look good. He glanced at Qingran’s hand tugging at his clothes and softly told her: "I’ll tell you later."

Taking advantage of Qingran being distracted, nobody noticed what Professor Yan said.

Then Xie Ying’an joined in, with a youthful and resonant voice: "Does Professor Yan believe that if Wen Shiyi can’t answer the question, we don’t deserve to learn it either?"

The classmates in the room were even more shocked.

Damn, why is the usually least nosy top student of our grade getting involved?

Wen Shiyi seemed not to expect Xie Ying’an to echo back, suddenly turning to look over, the bright light in his eyes shattering bit by bit.

Professor Yan faced the aggressive approach of the two young men, squinting his muddy eyes, and said sharply: "If you want to learn, learn. If you don’t want to learn, you can leave now, no one is begging you..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Li Qingmo had already kicked away his chair and left with his books, not forgetting to give the desk another kick on his way out.

"What a joke?" He sneered: "Like I’d give a damn, pfft!"

Which made Professor Yan so angry that his cheeks puffed and his eyes bulged.

Before Professor Yan could calm down, Qingran and Xie Ying’an also packed up their textbooks, ready to leave the classroom.

The class eight teacher hurriedly stood up and blocked Xie Ying’an’s way: "This, this... Xie Ying’an, you are considered a good student in the eyes of the teachers..."

"Oh." Xie Ying’an responded indifferently, and then walked out of the classroom with Qingran from the other side.

Class eight teacher: "..."

So, did you even listen to what I said?

Qingran also looked indifferent, even though she didn’t know what had triggered her brother and Xie Ying’an today.

But with such a biased teacher who shows favoritism to the extreme, it’s just as well not to attend his class.