I Might Have Fallen in Love With My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 137 - 133 Favoritism

Chapter 137: Chapter 133 Favoritism

To avoid being scolded by Old Wu, the three of them didn’t even go back to the classroom but went straight home instead.

On the way back, Qingran still looked rather solemn, but Li Qingmo was all smiles and not the slightest bit annoyed.

"Damn it! Finally, I don’t have to see Professor Yan’s face anymore." Li Qingmo stretched lazily as he walked.

Qingran glanced at him and said nothing.

But what she didn’t know was that sometimes not saying anything was a mistake with Li Qingmo.

"Li Qingran?" Li Qingmo pushed aside Xie Ying’an and walked up to Qingran, patting her on the head, "What’s with that look? I stood up for you and you’re not happy?"

Qingran covered her head, looking aggrieved, "...No."

But in her heart, she grumbled: What’s wrong with my expression? Clearly, it’s you who’ve been annoyed with Professor Yan for a long time and just took the chance to let off steam. How did it become standing up for me?

Xie Ying’an furrowed his brows and pulled Li Qingmo back to where he was, "Don’t keep patting your sister’s head."

Li Qingmo was momentarily dumbfounded and defensively retorted, "...What’s it to you if I pat my sister’s head? It’s not like you have to take care of her if she becomes stupid!"

Then he looked at Xie Ying’an with a sudden realization, "Oh?! I get it now!"

Thinking that Li Qingmo had guessed something, Xie Ying’an looked a bit unnatural and feigned composure, "You get what?"

"No wonder you’ve been wanting to stay at my place lately. You’re trying to steal my sister from me!" Li Qingmo acted as if he had seen right through him.

Xie Ying’an’s expression became even more unnatural as he pushed away Li Qingmo who had jumped in front of him, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Qingran watched the whole drama from the sidelines.

Anger was written all over Li Qingmo’s face as he pointed at himself, "Nonsense? I see right through you. You’re just jealous that I have a sister and you don’t."

Li Qingmo: To be honest, having one more sister than Xie Ying’an is something I could brag about in front of him for a lifetime.

Xie Ying’an: "..."

Worried for nothing.

Qingran interrupted Li Qingmo’s bragging to Xie Ying’an, asking, "Brother, Professor Yan has always been like this, why did you suddenly confront him in class today?"

From the first class, it was clear that Professor Yan favored Wen Shiyi.

It was quite normal for teachers to favor students with good grades, and although other students felt a little jealous, nobody had said anything.

Qingran did not expect that her troublesome brother would publicly point out Professor Yan’s favoritism in class today.

Li Qingmo’s face was a bit sheepish. He scratched his head, not quite sure how to explain to Qingran.

This sixteen or seventeen-year-old was a school bully who would ask people out to the woods for a fight whenever he was in a bad mood.

It was rare to see him acting coy, and so Qingran became even more curious.

"It’s too hot here." Li Qingmo wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Let’s go, let’s go. I’ll tell you at home."

The three nestled on the couch in the living room.

Now, Qingran also knew why her brother was so angry today. Probably, it was also due to the main character’s aura acting up.

After all, as the female protagonist, Wen Shiyi’s family background couldn’t compare to the male protagonist, but she couldn’t lag too far behind in intelligence, right? Wen Shiyi was undoubtedly smart, and she worked hard in her studies.

It was after seeing her intelligence and diligence that Professor Yan recommended her to one of his postgraduate friends, saying if trained well, she could become his assistant in the future...

"Heh!" Li Qingmo sneered as he lay back on the sofa, leisurely placing his hands behind his head, "I don’t give a damn about some chick—"

Xie Ying’an shot him a look.

He quickly corrected himself, "Cough, I don’t give a damn about being some assistant; mainly it’s that old man’s targeting that’s too obvious. Damn it! When he asks Li Qingran a question she can’t answer, he’s sure to ask two more people. But when it comes to that Wen what’s-her-name, it’s different, isn’t it? If she can’t answer, in the old man’s eyes, nobody can?"

All of this is true, Professor Yan had not only mentioned in class that Qingran takes too much time to think when doing problems but even after looking at Qingran’s notes, praised them first, and then made comments like "a slow bird has to start flying early."

Everyone understands what that means – if you’re not as smart, you have to work several times harder than others.

Qingran also had a bad impression of this old-fashioned professor.

While the three were chatting, Li Qingmo’s phone rang. He picked it up, glanced at it, swiped to answer, and casually switched on the speakerphone.

Teacher Sun’s familiar voice came through the phone: "Li Qingmo?"

Li Qingmo responded coolly: "You’ve got the news already?"

Teacher Sun seemed to choke up for a moment, then said in an even tone: "Are Li Qingran and Xie Ying’an with you?"

"Heh heh!" Li Qingmo laughed sarcastically twice: "So now you’re playing the spy?"

"Li Qingmo, watch your language." Teacher Sun finally raised her voice: "I’m used to you causing trouble every now and then; other teachers are aware of it too, and they all sympathize with me, knowing I can’t control you, so I’m not going to force it."

She took a deep breath and continued: "Now Teacher Wu is asking his students, if Li Qingran and Xie Ying’an are there, could you let them talk on the phone?"

Li Qingmo glanced at Qingran.

Xie Ying’an sitting next to Qingran was the first to take the phone: "Teacher Sun, this is Xie Ying’an."

After some rustling sounds from the other end, Old Wu’s robust voice came over the line: "Xie Ying’an? I’ve already got the story from Professor Yan, now I want to hear your explanation."

As if Xie Ying’an would actually explain.

His voice cold: "No explanation! As for the competition, I think I’ll pass..."

"What do you mean ’pass’?!" Old Wu suddenly raised his voice: "Let me tell you, Xie Ying’an, you didn’t choose to drop out at the beginning, and now you can’t just decide to quit, you..."

Xie Ying’an couldn’t be bothered to listen to Old Wu’s rambling. He hung up the phone and tossed it to Li Qingmo.

Li Qingmo caught the phone and chuckled, "Are you trying to anger your teacher to death?"

Xie Ying’an was indifferent, and explained to the confused Qingran: "What Old Wu means by asking for an explanation is that he doesn’t fully trust Professor Yan, but at least believes most of it. What would someone with Professor Yan’s mindset say about us? Since Old Wu believes it, there’s no need to hear our explanation."

The phone rang again, and Li Qingmo, frowning, hung up.

Qingran slumped onto the couch, feeling helpless and annoyed: "I want to drop out of the competition."

She wanted to stay far away from Wen Shiyi, too. This troublesome life, constantly affected by the female protagonist, was enough already.

Xie Ying’an knew from Old Wu’s attitude just now that dropping out of the competition would be difficult.

He could only dryly say: "Quitting might be difficult, but we can still try to never attend Professor Yan’s lectures again."

A glimmer of hope sparkled in Qingran’s eyes; not having to attend Professor Yan’s classes was also good.

The endlessly ringing phone made Li Qingmo so irritated he wanted to smash it.

Qingran hurriedly took it and turned off the phone, saving it from a dog’s death.

"We’re going to get scolded tomorrow anyway, might even have to write a reflection," Li Qingmo, who was no stranger to such situations, was very relaxed about it: "No need to study today either, let’s have some fun?"

What fun.

Qingran wasn’t in the mood for fun, she still had other things to study even if not physics. She stood up and headed upstairs: "You guys go enjoy yourselves, I’m going to do my homework."

"Tsk!" Li Qingmo clicked his tongue: "Li Qingran is getting more and more boring."

He looked at Xie Ying’an: "Coming or not?"

"Not going!" Xie Ying’an also stood up and followed Qingran upstairs.

As if he’d be in the mood to have fun with Ji Yanchen coming back at this critical moment.

He had to be wary of someone stealing the dog.