I Might Have Fallen in Love With My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 141 - 137: Adorable

Chapter 141: Chapter 137: Adorable

After having dinner, Qingran and the others headed towards the classroom together.

Ruan Ruan really wanted to check out the situation in the grove, but with Xie Ying’an around, she didn’t dare mention anything about going there.

Xie Ying’an seemed to have forgotten about the grove incident; perhaps because of Qingran’s indifference towards him, his expression appeared somewhat grim at that moment.

As for Qingran, she didn’t care at all. She had never been interested in the commotion at the grove and had not been able to concentrate on studying the entire afternoon. She was actually eager to get back to the classroom and work through a couple more test papers.

The group of six, each preoccupied with their own thoughts, returned to the classroom.

Ruan Ruan and Zheng Chunming had planned to sneak out to see the excitement at the grove after they returned to the classroom with Qingran, but when they got back and saw Old Wu sitting relaxedly on the podium, they looked at each other and saw despair in each other’s eyes.

Old Wu would occasionally come to supervise the evening self-study sessions. Generally, at this point in the second year of senior high school, with the intense academic pressure, teachers didn’t need to push the students too hard. However, there was no shortage of restless students, so Old Wu had to try and find time to oversee them.

And from time to time, he would also serve the students a hearty helping of motivational speeches.

To be honest, now whenever Old Wu started talking about the hardships of their own school days, everyone in the class knew he was gearing up to serve some motivational speeches.

Qingran was working on English test papers—her forte has always been in the liberal arts. When they had to choose between science and liberal arts earlier this year, she initially did not plan to choose science.

But her father and Li Qingmo came to an agreement, stating that Li Qingmo had to choose the same stream as Qingran.

That is, if Qingran chose liberal arts, Mr. Li demanded that Li Qingmo should also opt for liberal arts, and Li Qingmo was a person who disliked the rote memorization necessary for the liberal arts subjects.

Latterly, Qingran felt she shouldn’t hold back her brother and also thought that science could be a worthwhile challenge for her, so she discussed with Li Qingmo and they both chose science.

It used to be said that there were very few girls in the science classes, but over the years the number has gradually increased. Taking class one for example, the difference between the number of boys and girls was almost negligible, with the boys outnumbering the girls by only three or five.

Xie Ying’an seemed to have taken a liking to drawing physics circuit diagrams recently, spending his entire self-study time working on them.

Qingran glanced over at his diagrams unintentionally a few times—tsk tsk! The complexity of those circuit diagrams was way beyond her comprehension.

It wasn’t until self-study ended that Old Wu left the classroom, humming a little tune with a buoyant gait.

As soon as Old Wu left, Ruan Ruan lay listlessly on her desk, sighing heavily. For a Gossip King, knowing there was a sensation afoot yet being unable to witness it must be the cruelest thing in the world.

Wen Shiyi had been out since school ended in the afternoon and didn’t come back to the classroom until evening self-study was over.

Old Wu didn’t even ask about it. Qingran speculated that Wen Shiyi must have asked for leave from Old Wu.

Internally, Qingran was also curious about whether Song Shize and Liang Fan actually fought in the grove.

Before this morning, Qingran had hoped that Song Shize wouldn’t provoke the male lead number two, Liang Fan. But after the dream she had during the lunch break, such thoughts disappeared from her mind.

What good can come from someone who goes out of their way to play with others’ feelings for the sake of the female lead?

On their way back, Ruan Ruan walked in front of Xie Ying’an and Li Qingmo alongside Qingran.

Several times, Ruan Ruan wanted to turn around and ask Li Qingmo how Song Shize was doing.

But seeing the school bully’s obviously disinterested face, Ruan Ruan swallowed the questions that were on the tip of her tongue.

Halfway through the walk, Ruan Ruan whispered to Qingran, "Ranran, aren’t you curious at all about whether Song Shize and the transfer student actually fought?"

Qingran shook her head: "What’s there to be curious about?"

Moreover, whether or not a fight occurred, they would know tomorrow once they enter the school and see if either of the two has been penalized or made to write a self-critique.

Ruan Ruan: "..."

You’re a high school student, not a monk practicing asceticism. Can’t you show a little interest in things and not be so indifferent all the time?

Ruan Ruan’s curiosity didn’t last long as she overheard Brother An and Brother Mo behind her talking about this very thing—

Not sure who started it, but Li Qingmo’s tone was disgruntled: "...that coward Liang Fan..."

Ruan Ruan perked up her ears, and even Qingran couldn’t help but slow down her pace to listen.

Xie Ying’an didn’t respond, and Li Qingmo snorted coldly, continuing, "That good-for-nothing didn’t have the guts to go through with it. He agreed to it in the cafeteria, and we waited for him for a long time in the grove, but he never showed up."

His tone carried disdain for Liang Fan and the regret of not getting into a fight.

This outcome was also within Qingran’s expectations—considering how upset Wen Shiyi was, given Liang Fan’s feelings for her, it would have been surprising if he had actually gone to accept the challenge.

Knowing the fight didn’t happen, Ruan Ruan’s expression looked like she was relieved.

Qingran couldn’t help but give her several looks.

Why did it feel like Ruan Ruan had a bit of a crush on Song Shize???

It couldn’t be, after all, Ruan Ruan’s ’official match’ in the book was a mature and intellectual man, and ’mature and intellectual’ were words that Song Shize wouldn’t live up to even if he tried in his next life.

Could it be that as the main storyline deviated, some of the subplots would change too?

10:15 PM.

Right after Qingran finished her shower and got into bed, the sound of a video call invite rang from her phone.

At this point in time, other than Ruan Ruan, it could only be Liu Luoxi calling. Qingran, too lazy to get up, fumbled around the bedside table and accurately found her phone.

She opened her eyes to a slit to check the screen, and in just one glance, perked up instantly.

Her finger swiped to answer, and she sat up and turned on the light in one swift motion, even managing to pull a smile before the video connected: "Aunt Zhao?"

On the other side of the video, the weather was sunny with a clear sky. Zhao Yan’s well-maintained face appeared on the screen, laugh lines visible at the corners of her eyes when she smiled: "Ranran, are you asleep? Did Auntie disturb your rest?"

Before Qingran could speak, Zhao Yan’s eyes widened slightly in disbelief as she looked at the screen, calling out again: "Ranran?"

Qingran responded, intending to ask Aunt Zhao if there was a matter for calling so late at night.

She then saw another foreign woman’s face on the phone screen; Zhao Yan was speaking to the woman in a foreign language that definitely wasn’t English.

However, within a few short seconds, Zhao Yan reappeared on the screen smiling: "Er... Ranran, I couldn’t get through to An, so I thought to ask you..."

Qingran had already put on her slippers and was walking out, "Aunt Zhao, hold on a second, I’ll go check if he has gone to bed."

There was a moment of silence from Zhao Yan’s end. After hearing two knocks, Zhao Yan spoke: "No worries, no worries, I can catch up with him tomorrow. You go to sleep early, Ranran."

With that, she quickly hung up the call.

At the same time, Xie Ying’an, drying his hair with a towel, opened his door, perhaps expecting it to be Li Qingmo knocking. Xie Ying’an’s face bore a hint of impatience, which quickly turned into surprise upon seeing Qingran.

Looking at the now completely dark phone screen and then back at the puzzled Xie Ying’an, Qingran was silent...

Would you believe me if I said your mom was looking for you just now?

Wait, that’s not even the point. The point is, how could Xie Ying’an, fresh out of the shower, be so adorable?

The scent of milk-flavored shower gel filled the air—the shower gel was bought by Qingran. She didn’t like to use it herself but loved the scent!

Xie Ying’an had stopped drying his hair when he saw Qingran. He had just taken a shower, wearing casual pajamas with a cute little brown bear printed on the chest area. This domestic-looking Xie Ying’an was completely different from his usual cool demeanor...

Xie Ying’an followed Qingran’s gaze to look at the pattern on his pajamas’ chest.

Was Qingran looking at this childish bear?

The young man’s ears tinged with a blush. When his mom bought the pajamas, he had already complained about the childish bear pattern. As expected.

Xie Ying’an covered the bear pattern with the motion of drying his hair, stepping aside to make way for Qingran: "Come in to talk?"

"No... no, Aunt Zhao was looking for you just now." Qingran chuckled sheepishly, shaking her phone in hand as proof that she wasn’t lying.

Xie Ying’an said nothing, just staring at her.

Qingran grew more anxious, hurriedly returning to her room. Before quickly closing the door, she didn’t forget to look back at Xie Ying’an and say one more thing: "That pattern suits you, it’s cute!"

With that said, she slammed the door shut.

Her heart raced, taking a long time to calm down.

Damn, did I accidentally tease Xie Ying’an again???

Handsome boys are a distraction.

After hearing Qingran’s words, Xie Ying’an stood stunned at the door for a long while before coming back to his senses. Looking down at the little bear pattern on his chest with a curling smile, the young man’s usually cold features softened.

It was another kind of beauty that Qingran had never seen before.

He walked back to his room briskly; the phone on his pillow vibrated several times before he lazily lit up the screen to check.

What caught his eye was the last message received.

Ms. Zhao: Son, this is as far as your old mother can help.