I Might Have Fallen in Love With My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 177 - 173: Keeping the Appointment

Chapter 177: Chapter 173: Keeping the Appointment

The next afternoon, after class, Li Qingran sat at her desk as usual, packing her books with an unaffected expression.

Strangely, Xie Ying’an, who usually went out to play basketball at this time, didn’t seem to have any intention of leaving today.

He sat beside Li Qingran, holding a pen in his hand, not writing anything, apparently staring blankly at a textbook.

As soon as Li Qingran stood up, Xie Ying’an’s gaze swiftly shifted towards her.

The youth’s deep black eyes possibly betrayed his guilty conscience, giving Li Qingran quite a start.

"What, what is it?" she asked Xie Ying’an with a somewhat stammering voice, sounding inexplicably guilty.

Xie Ying’an kept his gaze steady, looking at her for a full half-minute before asking, "Where are you going?"

Where to? Of course, to meet Liang Fan as arranged.

Li Qingran certainly dared not say that. She bowed her head desperately trying to think of an excuse to fob off Xie Ying’an, but Ruan Ruan, sensing something wasn’t right, quickly stepped in to give Li Qingran a way out—

"Ranran, weren’t we going to the restroom together? Hurry up!"

"Uh, okay!" Li Qingran responded to Ruan Ruan and without looking at Xie Ying’an again, she hurried off with Ruan Ruan.

Xie Ying’an still stood at his seat, the low-pressure atmosphere spreading around him, his face even more unpleasant than usual.

After moving her seat, Chen Xiweng, who was now sitting behind Huang Qianyu, sneakily glanced at Xie Ying’an’s face and quickly reached out to tug at the clothes of Huang Qianyu seated in front of her.

Huang Qianyu slapped her hand away with a smack, using a force that turned Chen Xiweng’s hand instantly red.

"What?" Huang Qianyu turned around, her tone tinged with impatience: "Didn’t you see I was studying?"

Chen Xiweng, with a somewhat aggrieved expression, still lowered her voice to whisper, "Qianyu, look at Brother An’s face..."

Upon hearing this, Huang Qianyu immediately looked over at Xie Ying’an.

Xie Ying’an’s face had darkened, but Huang Qianyu was rather pleased, and in a lowered voice, she asked Chen Xiweng, "Did he have a fight with Li Qingran?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" Chen Xiweng nodded vigorously and pointed to her own eyes: "I saw it with my own eyes when I zoned out just now."

"Awesome, heh, heh..." Huang Qianyu was delighted to the point of elation.

After being classmates for two years, who didn’t know about Xie Ying’an’s stubborn temper? When nothing was amiss, he was indifferent to everyone, but once something displeased or angered him, with his temperament, he was absolutely not the type to back down first.

Coincidentally, through Huang Qianyu and the others’ long-term observation, they had found that Li Qingran was also of a similar disposition.

So if the two of them had a falling-out, it was basically as good as a breakup.

Huang Qianyu had initially thought about waiting until the stressful final exams were over to contrive some conflicts between them, determined to make sure they broke off.

Now, without their interference, the two had fallen out on their own, saving them quite a bit of effort.

Huang Qianyu and a few others huddled together, celebrating over nothing.

On the other side, about ten minutes later, Xie Ying’an also got up with his long legs and left the classroom.

No sooner had Xie Ying’an left the classroom than Wen Shiyi put down the pen, with which she hadn’t written a single word for ages, and followed out.

Due to the final exams approaching for both first and second-year high school students, and with the third-year seniors entering the final countdown to the college entrance exam, the atmosphere inside F High School has once again reached the most tense time of year.

It has to be said that Liang Fan really knows how to pick a time. During this period, other than some students who manage to squeeze in some basketball playing every day, there aren’t many people on the sports field.

Li Qingran and Ruan Ruan parted ways just before reaching the sports field, with Ruan Ruan and her gossip ’plastic’ friends detouring from another side, whereas Qingran didn’t need to take a detour.

By the time she reached the sports field and from a distance, Qingran could already see Liang Fan’s figure standing under a tree.

It was past five in the summer, and the sun was still hanging high in the sky.

Qingran did not intentionally quicken her pace but slowly walked toward Liang Fan, seeking the shade.

There were barriers on her side, and to stay in the cool shade, she needed to walk by the other half of the flowers and trees, so Liang Fan probably couldn’t see her at all.

Feeling like the enemy was exposed while she remained hidden was unusually satisfying, at the very least, Qingran could see the impatience and annoyance already apparent on Liang Fan’s face.

Perhaps due to his mask being knocked off too many times, many in the school had seen his face, or maybe he was overly confident in his own looks, thinking Qingran might like his face—this time, Liang Fan didn’t wear a mask.

Therefore, Qingran could clearly see the occasional impatience and disgust on his face.

Qingran felt like sneering. How shameless could a person like Liang Fan be, to invite her out for what could be a confession while wearing such a strong look of disgust?

People like him should be universally known as despicable!

Qingran had been holding her phone, which she specifically brought out today, and didn’t move until it vibrated. She glanced down to see an ’OK’ message from Ruan Ruan, then she confidently tucked her phone into her pocket and strode toward Liang Fan.

Liang Fan seemed not to have expected Qingran to actually show up; his eyes widened slightly as he looked straight at her.

He quickly recovered, immediately putting on a smile, pretending to be cool as he placed his hands in his pockets and leaned against the tree.

His lips curved into what he probably thought was a very handsome smile, and he made an effort to greet Qingran in a deep, magnetic voice: "Hello, Li Qingran."

It’s a good thing he didn’t reach out his hand, Qingran thought.

Otherwise, she would have really felt like vomiting.

In fact, Liang Fan was quite handsome. Otherwise, Liu Jiang, who had similar looks to him, wouldn’t be so popular right now.

But for some reason, after all of his actions, Qingran only felt they were greasy, so much so that she would want to vomit just from one more glance.

Previously, the earliest time under the ancient tree, God Ji had done almost the same thing as this Liang Fan, but when he did it, it was indescribably smooth and attractive, the kind that catches the eye.

Not to mention Xie Ying’an with his hands in his pockets, leaning against her door, smiling while pursing his lips—her heartbeat was almost uncontrollable.

Even the ruffian-like Song Shize looked good doing it.

Why then does it only inspire disgust when Liang Fan does it?

As if he was particularly emphasizing his own advantages, Liang Fan didn’t wear his school uniform today, but his own clothes, and he likely sprayed some perfume.

Because as Qingran walked over, she smelled a scent that didn’t appeal to her, somewhat potent.

She didn’t know what fragrance it was, certainly not as clean and refreshing as the mint on Xie Ying’an.

Qingran wanted to politely flash a smile, but facing Liang Fan, her facial expression was somewhat uncontrollable, and the smile she finally managed to conjure up felt extremely stiff even though she couldn’t see it herself.

"Liang Fan," Qingran maintained a distance of about five steps from him, unable to smile, she simply stopped forcing herself and said indifferently, "Is there something you need from me?"

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