I Might Have Fallen in Love With My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 158 - 154: Eve of the Rematch

Chapter 158: Chapter 154: Eve of the Rematch

In the last few days of class, Teacher Qin put in all his efforts to teach the four of them.

Teacher Qin focused on teaching them how to solve problems faster, and as the saying goes, hard work pays off—their speed in solving problems had indeed improved over this period.

Not to mention Qingran and Fang Jin whose problem-solving speed was originally slow, it was almost an understatement to describe their improvement as a pleasant surprise.

With experience in competitions, Teacher Qin unreservedly shared his expertise with them, and after class, he would further discuss various methods with them to relieve pre-competition nervousness.

One day after class, Teacher Qin was joking and laughing with them, devoid of any teacher’s airs, when Qingran inadvertently looked up and saw Qi He standing at the front door of their classroom with a notebook in her arms.

Since the last time Fang Jin asked Qi He why she wasn’t requesting a class transfer for not understanding the lessons, Qi He hadn’t come over for a long time.

Qi He was staring directly at them, her face unable to hide her envy.

Qingran looked up for a bit too long, and the others chatting animatedly also followed her gaze.

Xie Ying’an glanced over only briefly before turning his head back, while Li Qingmo took a longer look before confirming he didn’t know her—just like Qingran, he had a mild case of face blindness.

Perhaps his face blindness was even more severe than Qingran’s; at least she could remember someone after seeing them two or three times, whereas he still wouldn’t remember someone even after ten meetings if he wasn’t fond of them.

It was actually Teacher Qin who was the first to speak, always warmly engaging with students: "Student, did you come here to study? You’re welcome."

Qi He pushed her glasses up on the bridge of her nose, revealing a somewhat embarrassed smile, "No, teacher, I’m here to discuss problems with Qingran and Fang Jin."

What Qi He was embarrassed to tell Teacher Qin was that she came from the neighboring class taught by Professor Yan.

Behind Qingran, Fang Jin gently tugged at Qingran’s clothes, and Qingran turned her head halfway to look: "?"

Speaking in a suppressed voice, almost whispering, Fang Jin said: "Are we familiar with her? Why is she looking for us?"

Fang Jin was plunging into self-doubt—they and Qi He weren’t even in the same class, and they had no interaction outside of class. The only acquaintance was during Professor Yan’s lectures, and even then, they hadn’t interacted for more than half a month. How could Qi He act so familiar with them in front of Teacher Qin?

"Not familiar," said Qingran, shaking her head, then adding, "Probably because she can’t understand Professor Yan’s fast-paced lectures, she’s here to copy our notes."

Actually, if Professor Yan could slow down his lectures, most people would be able to learn.

However, Professor Yan had his own teaching style, with a lot of prepared material. Slowing down would disrupt the pace of subsequent lessons, so, to ensure that some ’good students’ could keep up, he was not willing to slow down.

Perhaps because Teacher Qin was there, Qi He did not enter the classroom and left with her notebook.

Teacher Qin wasn’t a fool and could guess that Qi He was one of Professor Yan’s students; he didn’t say much and when the class bell rang, he continued his lesson.

At noon, after the last class before the semi-finals, Teacher Qin bade them farewell with some reluctance, and his four students also felt very sad.

Although Teacher Qin hadn’t taught them for long, their relationship, which was both mentor-like and friend-like, was truly precious. But such is life, constantly gaining and losing.

On the way home, the three of them were rather melancholic.

Li Qingmo walked ahead silently, kicking pebbles as he went, while Qingran and Xie Ying’an walked side by side behind.

Today, the weather was gloomy and muggy. Finally, Li Qingmo didn’t need to deliberately seek out shade.

Xie Ying’an was unusually silent, glancing at Qingran from time to time without speaking.

The trio walked home without speaking, and Aunt Liu was waiting for them at home, serving the food she had prepared earlier.

Just during this ten-minute walk, Li Qingmo had already lifted his gloomy mood. He nudged Xie Ying’an’s arm who was sitting next to him: "How about going to the arcade later?"

Xie Ying’an gave him a look and shook his head in refusal.

Qingran also twitched the corner of her eye: "Bro, what time do you think it is? You still want to go to the arcade?"

Besides, every time they returned from the arcade, catching up on homework late into the night was a common occurrence.

Every time they regretted it after cramming for homework, promising futilely that next time they would stay home and focus on their homework properly—yet they never managed to do so.

"What time is it now?" Li Qingmo sounded like a clueless ghost, "There’s still a week until the competition, and half a month until the end of the term, why the rush?"

Humph! Not rushed?

"Don’t sneakily do practice problems at night if you’re capable!"

Qingran couldn’t be bothered to deal with him anymore, nor did she bother with Xie Ying’an’s seemingly indifferent gaze. She put down her chopsticks and turned to go upstairs.

She could still hear Li Qingmo’s yelling from behind: "See that? What kind of attitude is Li Qingran showing me???"

Usually, Qingran would take a nap around this time in the afternoon, a long nap that typically lasted about two hours.

But today, Qingran didn’t sleep well at all, feeling like someone was watching her in her half-asleep, half-awake state, struggling to fully wake up.

When she woke up at three-thirty in the afternoon, she felt just as tired as if she hadn’t slept at all.

From 3:30 to 5:30, Qingran didn’t see or hear any movements from Xie Ying’an and Li Qingmo.

The mountainous pile of test papers also kept her from meddling in their business.

It wasn’t until five-forty in the afternoon, when Aunt Liu called them downstairs for dinner, that Qingran was just about to go downstairs when Xie Ying’an also opened his room door at the same time.

They glanced at each other, and Xie Ying’an’s lips curled into a slight smile, signaling for Qingran to go first.

During this period, Xie Ying’an was unusually silent. Qingran didn’t know why, but ultimately, she felt it must somehow be related to her.

Qingran glanced at her brother’s wide-open room door—Li Qingmo was not inside.

As she walked, she asked Xie Ying’an, "Did my brother go out again?"

Xie Ying’an responded with a "Hmm," and added: "Song Shize asked him to go out together."

Qingran wondered, "Then why didn’t you go out?"

Just a few days ago, Ruan Ruan said that her Brother An, Brother Mo, and Song Shize were almost forming the ’Three Jerks.’

Xie Ying’an fell silent again. When the two sat down at the living room dining table, just as Qingran was about to forget about it, he said, "Didn’t feel like going out."

Why is Xie Ying’an acting so strangely? Qingran thought.

After they had dinner, it wasn’t until six-ten in the evening that Li Qingmo swaggered back from outside. He hadn’t had his dinner yet and started gobbling down food at the table.

Li Qingmo’s black-and-purple bruised eye, which had lasted for over two weeks, had finally healed. And since Liang Fan had come back to class last week, his grudge had been avenged too.

Liang Fan still wore a mask to school, and although Qingran hadn’t provoked him, she noticed that every time Liang Fan stood at the door of Class One waiting for Wen Shiyi, he seemed to look at her with disgust.

Or maybe it was just her imagination.

In the evening, Xie Ying’an and Li Qingmo were still huddled over Qingran’s small desk doing homework.

Honestly, during this period, Qingran actually welcomed Xie Ying’an doing homework in her room. Whenever she encountered a problem she couldn’t solve, she could ask him directly. Xie Ying’an was surprisingly patient in explaining things to her.

The three wrote for three hours straight, and by the time it was almost 9:40 pm, Li Qingmo started packing up his books, preparing to leave.

Before leaving, he called out to Xie Ying’an, "Are you leaving?"

Xie Ying’an didn’t even lift his head: "You go first, I’ll wait a bit."

"Okay." Li Qingmo, never one to overthink, instantly grabbed his books and, humming an off-tune song, left leisurely.

At the door, he didn’t forget to turn back and tell Qingran: "Go to sleep early. Don’t stay up too late doing problems."

Qingran: "..."

You’re just afraid I’ll score much higher than you in the exams, right?

After Li Qingmo closed the door, Xie Ying’an also stopped writing, openly staring intently at Qingran.

Qingran felt uneasy under his gaze, her hand trembling slightly as she wrote.

Before she could ask why, Xie Ying’an spoke first—

"If you decide to change your university choices, let me know," his dark eyes were deep, his expression intensely serious as he leaned closer to Qingran, his voice low as if whispering into the dust: "Ranran, I really can’t imagine spending three years in college without seeing you..."

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