I Might Have Fallen in Love With My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 202 - 196 Recitation

Chapter 202: Chapter 196 Recitation

On the way back from evening self-study today, Ruan Ruan wasn’t as lively as usual.

Even the thick-skinned Li Qingmo noticed that something was off.

He even quietly pointed at Ruan Ruan, asking Qingran what was wrong with her?

Without needing to guess, Qingran knew that Ruan Ruan’s unusual behavior must be related to Song Shize who had come to find her today.

But there are some things Ruan Ruan doesn’t want to talk about, and Qingran didn’t dare to ask. Even as best friends, they each have their own little secrets.

Commonly known as—private matters.

So she casually made up an excuse to brush off her brother, "Our homeroom teacher said that there is a parent-teacher meeting this Saturday, and many students have become like this."

"Oh~" Li Qingmo drew out his tone, twisting his mouth in a knowing look.

After sending Ruan Ruan to the crossroads, Qingran stood under the street lamp at the intersection, watching Ruan Ruan cross the pedestrian lane and return to her house before feeling relieved.

Qingran frowned, unsure of what had happened between Ruan Ruan and Song Shize? She always felt that Ruan Ruan was somewhat distracted after the evening self-study and after school.

But she couldn’t go and ask Song Shize about it either. After all, that guy is never serious, and if she were to ask, he might even take the opportunity to tease her.

It wasn’t until the next morning that Ruan Ruan’s mood did not seem to improve, but looked even more depressed, whether in class or out, she just sat at her own seat, staring at the books spread out on the desk.

Qingran did go over, and carefully asked her if something had happened?

Ruan Ruan shook her head towards Qingran, barely pulling out a smile and said, "I’m fine, Ranran, I’m just thinking about some things."

With that said, what more could Qingran say? She could only go back to her own seat and silently recite her books.

A day’s plan lies in the morning, they say that morning is the best time for memory, so the teacher advised them to memorize or read in the morning.

Xie Ying’an came to class with Qingran, without her urging him, he still casually picked up a test-prep book to do, not working as quickly as he usually did, and seemingly nonchalant.

Qingran touched Xie Ying’an’s arm lightly with her Chinese textbook.

Seeing that Xie Ying’an looked her way, she smiled faintly and raised her Chinese textbook: "Want to try reciting?"

Xie Ying’an looked at the Chinese book in Qingran’s hands, his long lashes slightly lowered, hiding the emotions in his dark eyes.

He said nothing, just stared at the Chinese book for a while, seemingly weighing whether or not to study.

Qingran had great patience, and since Xie Ying’an didn’t talk, she didn’t push, waiting patiently for his answer.

After a moment, Xie Ying’an took the Chinese book from Qingran’s hands, flipped through a few pages nonchalantly, his voice emotionless: "I’ll give it a try."

Give it a try then.

Qingran understood what Xie Ying’an meant, she, too, didn’t look at the textbook anymore, and began reciting ancient poems they’d learned: "Looking towards the capital, I’m filled with hesitation."

This didn’t stump Xie Ying’an, he continued: "Heartbroken where the Qin and Han dynasties once passed, palaces now turned to dust. To rise, the common people suffer; to fall, the common people suffer."

The youth’s voice was clear and melodious, reciting ancient poetry with a hint of pathos, unexpectedly pleasant to the ear.

Qingran, immersed in her studies, no longer cared whether the way he recited poetry was pleasant to the ear or not, she quickly asked another line: "In the water town where flowers fall, the thatched cottages are quiet at dusk."

Xie Ying’an quickly followed with the next line: "By the broken bridge where fishmongers disperse."

Qingran: "Who says I’ve no clothes, with you, we share a coat."

Xie Ying’an: "The king raises troops, sharpening our spears and shields, with you, we share a common enemy!"

Qingran: "Endless falling leaves rustle down."

Xie Ying’an: "The endless rolling waves of the Yangtze River approach."

...

After going through more than a dozen poems, Xie Ying’an was able to respond correctly and promptly to nearly every one.

Qingran puzzled: "Don’t you know all these already?"

How come you don’t know them when it comes to filling in the blanks of the Chinese exam paper?

Xie Ying’an had a pleased look on his face: "What you’re talking about is too simple, if it gets more complicated, I might not know it."

Complicated?

Qingran tried reading a few articles in Classical Chinese.

Indeed, Xie Ying’an stumbled a bit this time when picking them up.

Qingran twitched the corner of her eye fiercely, a trace of panic in her expression: "Classical Chinese is actually your weak spot? Classical texts are much longer than ancient poetry, you you you..."

You have to memorize them a hundred times, put in some effort and memorize properly!

Xie Ying’an didn’t want to memorize, blatantly obvious on his face, as he slightly furrowed his brows, "These won’t even score many points in the exam, memorizing them is just too bothersome..."

"Do you want to copy it a hundred times then?" Qingran interrupted him, she closed the page of Classical Chinese she had just flipped open, and said lightly, "If you want to copy a hundred times the Classical Chinese you didn’t know during the exam, you’ll have to trouble yourself to copy mine as well."

Copying was out of the question.

Especially asking Xie Ying’an to copy Classical Chinese — it was even less likely, he was too lazy to memorize, let alone copy, it would be a fool’s dream.

Moreover, now that he has Qingran’s help with reciting the texts, he was naturally more than willing to memorize.

Under Qingran’s supervision, Xie Ying’an began to memorize the Classical Chinese articles he had learned over the last two years during the morning self-study time.

It was only while Xie Ying’an was memorizing that Qingran understood what true envy, jealousy, and hatred were.

It took her nearly an entire morning just to memorize one Classical Chinese article, but look at Xie Ying’an — he memorized two articles in one morning self-study session without any stumbling.

Damn! Why is there such a big difference between people?

The fact that there are differences between people is one of the world’s unsolved mysteries.

Qingran wasn’t really going to fuss over it.

While she envied Xie Ying’an for his good memory, there were many others who envied her for coming second in her grade; people should primarily learn to be content.

The final physics competition in August was before school started, and during this time, they couldn’t fall behind on their physics classes at all.

Wen Shiyi, who was tutored privately by Professor Yan, didn’t have to worry about this at all.

Qingran and Fang Jin, who weren’t tutored, didn’t have it that easy. During the lunch break, Fang Jin invited Qingran to the classroom they used to study together in, slapping down a stack of new physics papers she had acquired.

Qingran looked at those papers, her face perplexed: "We haven’t even finished all the physics papers we have, where did you get these?"

"Hah!" Fang Jin waved her hand and listlessly sat down on the stool, her expression also somewhat helpless: "It’s my mom, hearing that the students at City No.1 High School usually do these, she spent a lot of money to buy them for me."

Fang Jin’s nouveau riche mother still remembered: knowledge is power.

Over the years, Mrs. Fang didn’t force Fang Jin to achieve any specific results, but her Fang Jin was quite spirited.

With Fang Jin’s spirit alone, Mrs. Fang could hold her chin up high in front of the other wealthy ladies whose children’s grades were not as good as her own Fang Jin’s, not to mention how proud she was.

Hearing that these were test papers used at City No.1 High School, Qingran developed some interest. She casually pulled out one to look at, and the more she looked, the brighter her eyes got.

The physics papers with novel problems made one desire to keep going just by looking at them.

But she still had reservations: "Is it not copyright infringement to buy them like this?"

Fang Jin consoled her, patting Qingran’s shoulder: "Infringe what right? This is bought with my mom’s money, how would my mom think this is pirated?"

After saying that, she couldn’t help but cover her mouth and laugh first.

Hearing her say that, Qingran looking at the test papers couldn’t help but purse her lips and laugh along with her.

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