I Might Have Fallen in Love With My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 228 - 220: God Ji Repeats a Grade

Chapter 228: Chapter 220: God Ji Repeats a Grade

After several days of continuous overcast and rain, the weather cleared up again.

At nine in the morning, Cui Yu leaned against the door to listen for a long while, confirming there wasn’t any sound from inside, she then cautiously pushed open the door and swiftly slipped inside, gently closing the door behind her.

Even during the day, the room was pitch-dark.

The specially made curtains truly blocked out all the light from outside. Cui Yu treaded lightly, quietly groping her way to the window, pulling the curtains to create a small slit.

Outside light filtered through the crack, and even this faint glow was enough to wake the sleeping boy on the bed.

Cui Yu, who had just pulled the curtains open a bit, turned back to look and happened to meet her son’s gaze. His half-lowered amber eyes were rippleless.

Startled, Cui Yu reflexively released the curtains, plunging the room back into darkness.

Cui Yu’s voice was dry, tinged with self-blame: "Did I disturb your sleep, Xiao Yan?"

Only she, as his mother, might be aware of Ji Yanchen’s disturbed sleep and appetite during this period. Even today, he could only finally manage to sleep until now due to the doctor who prescribed his medication increasing the dose yesterday.

As expected, there was no response.

Cui Yu sighed silently and felt her way towards Ji Yanchen’s bedside. She didn’t forget to share the good news she had obtained: "Xiao Yan, I just made a phone call to register you, and the school has agreed. In a few days, you can go back to school."

Cui Yu tried to infuse her voice with joy, because she knew her son couldn’t tell whether she was genuinely happy or just pretending.

There was still no response from the other side. The room was so quiet that one could hear Ji Yanchen’s shallow breathing.

Now, Cui Yu really didn’t know what to do, so she groped for a low stool beside the bed and sat down.

Unperturbed by the lack of response, she began to speak incessantly: "Recently, hearing that you were going to school, Mi Xiao also clamored to go. I took the opportunity to register her as well. However, the teachers at the school said you two couldn’t be placed in the same class. Your cousin had her own ideas; she chose either Class 3 or Class 4—I can’t remember clearly."

"Actually, it’s good that Mi Xiao can study with you. This way, there’s someone to look after you at school, and I’ll be much more at ease..."

Even without a response, Cui Yu said everything she wanted to and needed to say.

After speaking, she reached out to pull Ji Yanchen’s hand: "Xiao Yan, get up and eat something?"

Ji Yanchen didn’t resist, obediently getting out of bed. He wasn’t accustomed to too much physical contact with others and almost immediately after getting down, he pulled away from Cui Yu’s hand.

Already used to this, Cui Yu stood still and waited, but the anticipated footsteps didn’t follow. She couldn’t help but call out softly again: "Xiao Yan?"

Whoosh!

The response was the curtains suddenly being pulled open by a large margin.

Having adapted to the darkness, the sudden influx of sunlight was blinding, and Cui Yu instinctively raised her hand to shield her eyes. But in an instant, she dropped her hand and unbelievingly looked towards the window.

The boy who had just pulled open the curtains stood against the light, half-closed eyes against the window sill, clearly unadjusted to the abrupt brightness.

The outside light generously splashed across the boy’s face, lighting up his already unhealthy, pale complexion to an even whiter shade. Having not cut his hair for this period, it had grown longer, hiding his beautiful feather-like eyebrows.

Perhaps because he hadn’t slept well for some time, the area around his eyelids was tinged with a light blue. Bathed in light, he still didn’t open his eyes.

Cui Yu hurried over, but when she reached Ji Yanchen’s side, she became somewhat flustered: "Xiao, Xiao Yan, you..."

What’s wrong with you?

The light you have always avoided, how can you suddenly confront it so directly?

Ji Yanchen’s eyelashes trembled slightly, and after a long while, he slowly opened his eyes—those beautiful phoenix eyes lifeless, devoid of any sparkle.

The forcefully spilled light from outside also couldn’t stir a fraction of it into his eyes.

Ji Yanchen didn’t look at Cui Yu, nor did he look outside, but instead focused his unfocused gaze on some spot in the room.

Cui Yu was still whispering something by his ear, but he felt as if he couldn’t hear a single word.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but because he hadn’t spoken for so long, he ultimately couldn’t produce a sound.

The young man furrowed his brows, a trace of irritation imperceptibly painting his expression.

He shifted his gaze towards the window, the green and red hues outside seemingly diluted the vague annoyance in his heart.

"...Let’s go." Moments later, his throat produced a hoarse voice.

Cui Yu widened her eyes, moisture involuntarily building up in them: "What did you say? Xiao Yan?"

After a moment of silence, Ji Yanchen repeated, "Let’s go... to eat."

This time, his voice wasn’t as hoarse as before.

"Go?" Cui Yu covered her mouth, nodding: "Yes yes yes, let’s go, let’s go eat!"

——

On the 20th of August, after Old Wu received the phone call and confirmed the information six times, his mind was still in a state of confusion.

Just as he wanted to confirm it again, the head of the guidance department on the other end of the line grew impatient: "How many times do you need to confirm? Do you not trust what I’m telling you?"

The head of the guidance department had completely forgotten that when he himself received the call earlier, he had confirmed the information five times.

"No, no," Old Wu, with a smile plastered over his face through the phone, said: "It’s just that the school Ji Yanchen has been recommended for is one of the top in the country..."

The guidance head sighed: "What can we do? They simply don’t think much of it; they want to get in through their own efforts."

"Right, right, Ji Yanchen does indeed have the ability?" Old Wu nodded, then asked: "So does this mean he will be repeating a year?"

"Repeating a year?" The voice of the guidance head seemed to carry a hint of a cold laugh: "He attended less than half of his classes in the first semester of senior year, and in the second semester, he rested at home, with all the necessary documentation complete. How is that repeating a year?"

Is this even a thing?

Old Wu was baffled once again.

"Anyway," the guidance head summed up on the other end of the phone, "Ji Yanchen’s parents insisted on sending him to your class. Honestly, with his capabilities, he would have been placed in the top class anyway, just take good care of him..."

After all, the Ji family’s backing is significant; not just a mere guidance head, even the school board has to show some respect towards them.

Old Wu: "Not troublesome at all, it’s my duty."

Long after hanging up the phone, Old Wu was still chuckling gleefully to himself while lounging on the sofa.

Troublesome?

What’s there to be troublesome about? He couldn’t be more excited.

Who is transferring to his class? It’s Ji Yanchen, the same Ji Yanchen who several renowned professors in the mathematics circles have praised as a math genius!

Is Ji Yanchen only good at math? Definitely not, his other subjects, although not as good as math, are still quite excellent, aren’t they?

To have him joining his class, along with other academically outstanding students like Li Qingran, Xie Ying’an, and Wen Shiyi, his bonus for next year is going to increase by at least two stacks.

Moreover, it was Ji Yanchen who took the initiative to ask to be in his class, not the other way around.

Old Wu could already fully picture the envious faces of the other teachers, especially Teacher Liu, who’s probably going to be so annoyed her mouth might skew.

Haha...

Wait, did he overlook something?

Why did Ji Yanchen, who always seems to lack desires and ambitions, suddenly express a wish to be in his class?

With his somewhat... cough, reclusive nature, isn’t he the type to go with the flow, not caring which class he ends up in?

Nestled on the sofa, Old Wu fell into deep thought.

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