I Might Have Fallen in Love With My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 167 - 163: I Have a Premonition

Chapter 167: Chapter 163: I Have a Premonition

It is still a more than two-hour drive. By the time they reached their destination, it wasn’t even eight o’clock yet, and it was still early.

Li Qingmo, who had caught up on over two hours of sleep, stretched lazily under everyone’s gaze, and got off the bus looking refreshed and unruffled.

F University was still unfamiliar to those who had only been there once; the teacher in charge of receiving them had already been waiting at the school gate for a long time. F High was neither the first nor the last to arrive.

After the preliminary round, less than half of the students remained. Today, about three-quarters of the students will be eliminated in the retest.

The students walking together all looked more solemn than the next, each having invested significant effort and dedication to the competition. Being eliminated now would mean all their efforts were in vain.

Not just the students, even the teachers looked grim. This competition might seem like a stage for the students, but at the end of the day, it’s also a covert battle for the teachers’ honor.

Their teaching capabilities and the students’ performance are closely linked; they share both glory and loss.

Having been slightly behind from the start, Fang Jin slowly squeezed his way to Qingran’s side and whispered apprehensively, "Qingran, what should I do? I’m starting to feel nervous now."

While on the bus, there wasn’t a trace of anxiety, but as soon as he got off and saw F University’s gates, he couldn’t control his nervous emotions anymore.

He had thought before coming, that since he had put forth his best effort for this retest, it would be fine whatever the outcome, but only when the moment actually arrived did he realize it wasn’t so simple.

He wasn’t as indifferent about advancing to the next round of the competition as he had imagined.

Qingran comforted him, "There’s still some time before the retest starts, try to calm your nerves first."

Qingran didn’t feel nervous, but since getting off the bus, she suddenly started experiencing a slight headache—not severe, but within her tolerance.

That kind of nagging pain was quite uncomfortable and it made her mood somewhat irritable.

Walking ahead of them, Wen Shiyi and Qi He also appeared nervous. Qi He even started muttering complaints about Professor Yan—

"Old Man Yan has been teaching for such a long time, but I feel like I haven’t really learned anything useful. If I had known, I would have talked to the teacher to transfer to Li Qingran’s class..."

Her voice wasn’t loud, but Qingran and Fang Jin walking behind could just hear her.

The two exchanged glances; Fang Jin’s expression was somewhat complex. Being from a good family background, she couldn’t bring herself to roll her eyes and could only sigh, "That’s why people sometimes only understand regret when it’s too late."

Qi He regretted not attending Teacher Qin’s classes, but if she had really transferred to Teacher Qin’s class during that time, she might have had different regrets.

For example, feeling that Teacher Qin’s experience couldn’t compare to Professor Yan’s...

It’s similar to the logic behind the moonlight and cinnabar mole.

Wen Shiyi had been silent the whole time; ever since Liang Fan had been beaten up, she had become particularly quiet.

Their group from several schools could go inside the competition venue to rest first, considering their hurried arrival, the receptionist also suggested they could have breakfast at F University cafeteria first.

Qingran didn’t want to go to the cafeteria. The bustling crowd made her headache worse, and she just wanted to stay in a quiet place to ease the pain.

Fang Jin, too nervous, hadn’t noticed Qingran’s discomfort.

It was Xie Ying’an, who had been squeezed to the back by Fang Jin, who first noticed Qingran was feeling unwell.

If the girls were close, they liked walking with their arms linked; Qingran’s arm was tightly linked by Fang Jin next to her. Xie Ying’an knew that even if he approached now, he might be superfluous in Qingran’s eyes.

Old Wu was considerate; he knew several students were severely nauseous from the car ride and likely didn’t have much appetite, so he arranged for Sun Ningzhi to take those students to the venue to sit and rest, while those who weren’t nauseous went with him to the cafeteria.

Fang Jin had mild motion sickness. She didn’t want to go to the cafeteria, and so she let go of Qingran’s arm, her expression somewhat sullen, "Qingran, I need to rest first, I can’t go to the cafeteria with you."

Before Qingran could speak, Xie Ying’an quickly walked up to her side and gently pushed her towards Sun Ningzhi’s team before asking, "What do you want for breakfast? I can bring it back for you."

Qingran glanced back at him, seeing both insight and care in the young man’s dark eyes, as if he had already noticed her discomfort.

Qingran had little appetite, casually mentioning a steamed bun and egg.

Li Qingmo, who obviously knew his sister too well, rolled his eyes at Qingran, "Li Qingran, being lazy is one thing, but pretending to faint—damn! Xie Ying’an, did you hit me?"

Xie Ying’an slapped Li Qingmo on the head, nodded at Qingran, and then turned, pulling the resisting Li Qingmo along with him as they followed Old Wu and the others.

Qingran also turned her head and followed Teacher Sun towards the competition area, the majority of those who were car-sick were girls, numbering around six or seven.

It took Fang Jin a good while to spot Qingran, a hint of joy on her face, "Qingran, do you get car-sick too?"

Qingran pursed her lips and smiled, remaining silent.

Among those six or seven people were Qi He, but Wen Shiyi was not seen.

Perhaps because she was further away from the main characters, Qingran felt that her headache was less severe now.

The story she had never been part of before, this time she forced herself into it—her headache was likely influenced by that damned plot once again.

The cafeteria wasn’t very crowded, with Old Wu on the phone with Teacher Sun, briefly stating what breakfast items were available and asking what the students with Teacher Sun wanted.

Since they were participating in a competition, the students were forbidden to bring their phones.

Teacher Sun was busy asking each student who didn’t come to the cafeteria what they wanted for breakfast.

A few boys took turns standing in front of Old Wu, jotting down the breakfast requests that Old Wu relayed before hastily running to buy them.

Since there were a few more students who came than those who didn’t, Xie Ying’an and Wen Shiyi, who hadn’t gone, queued up in the line for food.

Xie Ying’an hadn’t noticed Wen Shiyi behind him; he was still thinking about the breakfast Qingran wanted.

Wen Shiyi stared at Xie Ying’an’s back for a long while, feeling the premonition in her heart intensifying—just like the strong premonition she had before coming to City F.

"Wen Shiyi?" she called quietly.

Although her voice wasn’t loud, Xie Ying’an heard it, turned to look at her, and then frowned, a clear hint of displeasure flashing in his dark eyes.

After all, Wen Shiyi was the heroine of the book, rather insightful, and she could naturally detect Xie Ying’an’s displeasure, but she just smiled casually.

"I don’t know why," she suddenly said, "but I have this feeling inside me that this semi-final might let a few more people through, but in the finals, only we two will make it!"

Xie Ying’an stared intently at Wen Shiyi, her face full of confidence.

"I know you might not believe it," Wen Shiyi feeling somewhat embarrassed under Xie Ying’an’s gaze, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear softly explaining, "my premonitions are usually very accurate."

Xie Ying’an’s lips curled into a sarcastic smile, "Who gave you such confidence?"

Wen Shiyi choked up, her head dropping slightly.

It was clear that Xie Ying’an didn’t believe it, finding it absurd.

He decided to speak plainly, "No matter what your intentions are today, it isn’t important, but let me tell you, it’s better not to believe in premonitions, how can you be sure that others can’t break free from their fate?"

In his last sentence, the young man’s tone carried a hint of icy chill, each word frosty.