I Might Have Fallen in Love With My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 148 - 144 Give Some Response

Chapter 148: Chapter 144 Give Some Response

Xie Ying’an asked to switch seats back with Fang Jin, who kept her head down and continued writing her homework, pretending she didn’t hear anything.

Li Qingmo watched Xie Ying’an being thwarted with great amusement.

With only four students, Teacher Qin really didn’t care how they arranged their seating.

Teacher Qin prepared the teaching plan meticulously, devising corresponding measures for various questions from four outstanding students, enabling him to respond fluently when students raised questions.

To be honest, this was something Professor Yan couldn’t do, or more accurately, wasn’t willing to do. He always believed that if there were many questions, it must mean the students weren’t paying attention in class.

During evening self-study, Qi He came to their classroom and sat for a while. She looked at the problem-solving explanations on the blackboard that hadn’t been erased yet, full of envy.

"Qingran, I’m really envious of you," Qi He said while copying Qingran’s notes, "Professor Yan’s teaching pace is just too fast. It’s not just me who can’t keep up. Although he has slowed down a bit lately, it’s still too fast for us."

Moreover, Professor Yan might not have prepared his documents carefully enough, often unconsciously quoting formulae learned in university during his lectures, making an already challenging learning experience even more difficult.

Qingran hadn’t said anything yet.

Fang Jin glanced at Qi He indifferently and suggested, "Since you can’t keep up with Professor Yan’s class, why not suggest to your homeroom teacher to transfer to this class?"

"No, no need to..." Qi He’s face almost wrinkled together.

Qingran swallowed back the words she had almost said out loud. She and Fang Jin exchanged glances, both girls seeing the same meaning in each other’s eyes.

While Qi He constantly complained about Professor Yan’s fast teaching pace, it was clear she never really considered transferring classes, probably still believing that Professor Yan had more qualifications and taught better knowledge.

Everyone fell silent, and knowing the awkwardness, Qi He hurriedly copied two pages of notes and left.

Li Qingmo at the back desk scoffed: "Professor Yan’s brainwashing skills are indeed good."

Everyone present had taken Professor Yan’s classes for a while and naturally understood the meaning behind Li Qingmo’s words.

Just as Qingran frowned, intending to remind her brother not to talk nonsense, she heard Xie Ying’an’s voice.

"Next question."

The young man’s voice was cold and unemotional.

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At ten o’clock in the evening, Qingran sat by the window looking outside.

The moonlight tonight was not good, and areas a little further away were all in darkness, making it hard to see anything.

Qingran didn’t even know what she was looking at.

The air conditioner was automatically set to a comfortable 23 degrees, and Li Qingmo adjusted the swinging of the air vents. Occasionally, a burst of cold air would blow over, causing Qingran to shiver, and she felt even less sleepy.

Perhaps it was related to her chat with Fang Jin earlier; she always felt that if she went to sleep now, she might be able to foresee some plot developments in her dreams.

But she just didn’t want to sleep; suddenly, she had no desire to know any of the predictable plots in advance.

Living smoothly for seventeen years, it was not until the moment she stepped in to shoo away the thugs for the female lead that layers of sealed memories overlapped, and she realized she was in a novel.

Have you ever had such an experience? Feeling as though you already know a scene that clearly hasn’t happened before because your subconscious seems familiar with it.

That was how Qingran felt back then; first due to familiarity, then because she could predict and anticipate more of the plot, she fully believed she was now inside the book.

Qingran didn’t know if this counted as an awakening of her own memories, or perhaps she was originally the Qingran from the book?

But that screeching brake sound and the intense pain of the last second were unexplainable.

It might also be that she had a car accident in her previous life, leading her to be transmigrated into this book.

Tch! The more she thought, the more it gave her a headache; Qingran didn’t want to think anymore.

She pushed her chair back under the desk, turned off the bedroom light, and lay down on the bed ready to sleep.

But she was not sleepy at all and didn’t want to use her phone; lying in bed for less than two minutes, her mind uncontrollably started thinking about Xie Ying’an again.

What should a young boy’s fondness be like?

At this age when first loves bloom, Qingran has actually seen quite a few students secretly dating behind teachers’ backs at school.

She is indifferent towards early romance; as long as it doesn’t affect their studies, early dating isn’t that contemptible.

But she doesn’t advocate for it either. Her life is going well, why mess it up by adding another person?

Xie Ying’an is the one who insists on stepping into her life.

The boy’s attitude is sincere and intense. When his dark eyes gaze deeply at her, they seem to be shrouded in boundless affection.

Each time, Qingran awkwardly averts her eyes, never daring to meet his gaze.

One day, as they walked back to the classroom from the sports field, Xie Ying’an unexpectedly explained to her that he didn’t neglect his studies to play basketball every day; he was forced to participate.

The boy looked at her sideways, his dark eyes seeming to twinkle with starlight.

For a moment, Qingran didn’t grasp the meaning behind his words, so she didn’t respond.

Surprisingly, Xie Ying’an continued, even mentioning the girls on the field weren’t there for him; some were there for Song Shize, and others for Li Qingmo.

Of course, Qingran knew that he was compelled to play basketball, but to say that none of the girls went there for him?

Who would believe that?

Yet upon hearing this, Qingran just smiled and said nothing.

As they turned a corner, she glanced sideways slightly and clearly saw the starlight in the boy’s dark eyes dimming little by little.

In that moment, Qingran couldn’t describe the feeling in her heart, a sense of being at a loss lingered.

She was too young, unable to accept Xie Ying’an’s earnest feelings and feared that rejecting him would end their friendship that started in childhood...

Not knowing how long she had pondered, Qingran gradually felt sleepy; she lay on her side and slowly closed her eyes.

The faint knocking at the door didn’t awaken her. The doorknob turned, and a tall, thin silhouette slipped in.

Before drifting off, Qingran had drawn all the curtains in the room, rendering it pitch-dark.

Xie Ying’an softly called out to Qingran twice but didn’t get any response. After thinking it over, he walked further into the room.

With the lights off and vision impaired in the darkness, hearing became intensely sharp as Xie Ying’an moved towards the direction of steady breathing.

A dim light filtered through where the curtain wasn’t drawn properly.

With the feeble moonlight helping, Xie Ying’an stood beside the bed watching Qingran for a while.

She was sleeping soundly on her side, breathing evenly.

The boy lowered his gaze, his long lashes casting shadows on his eyelids. Hidden in the dark, his expression was indiscernible.

After a long while, he slowly reached out and held the girl’s hand hanging off the bed.

Even when her hand was held, the slumbering girl showed no reaction.

The usually cool and aloof boy, feeling helpless after a lack of reciprocation from his feelings, lowered all his pride, his voice raspy, "Li Qingran, if you can sense it, please respond..."

How long it had been, the boy didn’t know before he finally let go of Qingran’s hand, and quietly turned to leave.

Only when the faint sound of the door closing was heard did Qingran open her eyes in the dark, squeezing her sweaty hand.

The scent of milk bath wash still lingered in the air.

Respond?

In the dark, the girl gave a pained smile and then closed her eyes again.

In a situation where the path forward was uncertain, each step was treacherous. Having to consider an escape plan with each step taken, how could she respond?

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