I Might Have Fallen in Love With My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 223 - 215: Know the Enemy and Know Yourself

Chapter 223: Chapter 215: Know the Enemy and Know Yourself

After Ruan Ruan finished speaking, the group of girls looked at each other for a moment before they all headed out into the blazing sun.

Li Qingmo and his group returned quite quickly; they were back in less than half an hour.

Qingran took out a wet wipe from her backpack and handed it to her brother: "Bro, wipe the sweat off your forehead."

Li Qingmo grumpily accepted the wet wipe and complained while wiping: "Whose sake am I sweating for?"

Would he have bothered to go out into the scorching sun if Qingran wasn’t his actual sister, if he wasn’t afraid that others wouldn’t get Qingran’s taste right?

Nonsense.

Qingran smiled and soothed him: "My brother is the best."

Li Qingmo arrogantly shook his leg twice: "As long as you know it!"

Yeah right, give you a little praise and your tail’s up in the air, give you a bit more and would you fly to the heavens?

They didn’t have a specific place to eat lunch, so they could only eat at their desks.

Since the air conditioning was on in the classroom and the doors and windows were closed, the mixed smell of food in the air was really intoxicating.

By the time Qingran and the others finished their lunch, the girls had also returned with their packed meals, now a bit intimidated by Li Qingmo and not daring to let their eyes wander; they gathered around their desks to eat.

Qingran, who had finished eating, originally wanted to doze off at her desk, but Bai Wenxing, who had also finished eating, came over with his books.

Bai Wenxing sat backwards in the empty seat in front of Qingran, facing her, habitually pushed his glasses up, and smiled politely: "Qingran, classmate."

Now he was so familiar that he didn’t even use her last name.

Qingran couldn’t just smack a smiling face; she put aside the thought of napping and was somewhat puzzled as to why Bai Wenxing would come to her.

She straightened up and asked him: "What’s up?"

Bai Wenxing placed the book from his hand on the desk, then turned towards Qingran, positioning the book so that it faced her.

"Qingran, classmate, there are a dozen or so problems in this book that I sent you photos of the other day; they’re all tricky. Have you done them?"

It was unclear whether it was the reflection from his glasses or the brightness in his eyes, but in any case, while he said these words, Bai Wenxing’s eyes were shining.

Qingran looked down at the book: "I did them, but the notebook I worked in is still at home, I didn’t bring it with me."

"Oh," Bai Wenxing seemed a bit disappointed upon hearing this, but in less than five seconds, he smiled again: "Can Qingran bring it next time so I can learn from it too?"

Qingran was taken aback, then nodded: "Sure."

Then, she asked Bai Wenxing: "Have you finished those problems as well?"

Bai Wenxing nodded and casually flipped open the book, speaking as he did so: "When I did it, I tried several methods, but I couldn’t think of the convenient and fast approach you took before."

The convenient and quick problem-solving approach from before?

Qingran paused for a moment before realizing that Bai Wenxing was probably talking about the problem-solving method she had learned from God Ji.

Bai Wenxing suddenly bringing up this topic, what does he mean by that? Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated?

She slightly furrowed her brow: "My problem-solving approach worked for simpler questions, but it’s pretty useless for the complex ones."

Bai Wenxing’s smile paused for a moment, and he pushed up his glasses, curious: "Why is that?"

Qingran explained: "That approach requires a broad and extensive knowledge base, and personally, I think my current learning is too shallow to handle it when solving most problems."

The smile on Bai Wenxing’s lips faded a bit, and he encouraged Qingran: "You can always learn knowledge that spans widely. I think we could perhaps try to overcome it."

Qingran glanced up at him, her almond-shaped eyes round and clear, her irises bright, stark against the whites: "You want to learn that approach to problem-solving?"

Bai Wenxing, somewhat embarrassed, nodded his head, then cautiously asked: "Could I perhaps learn from you? Classmate Qingran?"

Qingran chuckled dryly: "I could try to solve some of the simpler problems..."

Teaching others, however, was beyond her capabilities. Her own understanding based on God Ji’s and the few online problems she’d dissected countless times barely allowed her to grasp the easier solving techniques—how could she possibly teach them to someone else?

Bai Wenxing’s smile brightened again, revealing eight white teeth: "I think starting from the simpler questions and exploring from there can help enhance memory."

Saying this, he flipped to page 12 of the book in front of Qingran, pointing out two questions as if he had prepared them in advance: "Classmate Qingran, do you think these two questions could be solved using your approach?"

Qingran lowered her head to look, and after a moment, she began to fiddle with a pen on the desk: "It should be possible, I’ll give it a try."

Ruan Ruan, who had been looking on for quite some time at the two of them, handed over the pen she was playing with in her hand to Qingran.

Qingran took the pen and thanked her, then started to explain the two problems step by step, breaking them down.

The afternoon is prone to drowsiness, and now the classroom was very quiet—most people were lying on their desks taking a nap. The only sounds in the entire classroom were the soft voice of the girl and the occasional affirming murmurs of the boy.

Ruan Ruan, who had been propping her chin up watching them, suddenly wondered what her Brother An would think if he saw this scene?

But it was just a thought—after all, no matter how nice Xie Ying’an was, she only had feelings for Ranran.

At the desk behind them, Li Qingmo was tapping the edge of his desk with his fingertips, his eyes fixed on Qingran’s back, his brow furrowed.

Li Qingmo’s deskmate, now a submissive underling, saw this and asked with a concerned look: "What’s up? Brother Mo?"

"...Tell me," Li Qingmo paused for a long time before pointing at Bai Wenxing in front of Qingran: "Does that kid like my sis?"

Otherwise, why would he single her out to ask about the problems from among so many students? Could it be that he knew Qingran was a good student?

Li Qingmo’s deskmate, who wasn’t particularly thoughtful, glanced forward and confirmed: "A hundred percent, Brother Mo, look, look, his eyes are practically drooling."

Li Qingmo’s expression darkened at the words: "F*ck! What the hell? Thinks he’s worthy of liking my sis?"

He paid no attention to the inaccuracy of the "drooling eyes," nor did he notice how his deskmate, in that particular position, could even see Bai Wenxing, who was completely obscured.

"Exactly!" his deskmate agreed mindlessly, indignantly saying: "My little sister is so pretty and smart, is she someone that a pretty boy could deserve?"

His deskmate thought he was quite handsome himself, and he didn’t dare dream of becoming the brother-in-law to a high school bully at F High. This pretty boy, looking thin and weak, was merely fair-skinned—who gave him such courage?

"However," Li Qingmo rubbed his chin thoughtfully: "But why do I feel like, my sis kind of likes this type of guy?"

His deskmate, looking at the two practically putting their heads together in front, could no longer find comforting words for Brother Mo.