I Might Have Fallen in Love With My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 235 - 227: Final Match 3

Chapter 235: Chapter 227: Final Match 3

Cough!

As Xie Ying’an opened his eyes, Qingran immediately sat up straight, focusing on the stage as if nothing had happened, pretending that she wasn’t the one who had just slapped his face.

Xie Ying’an also sat up straight, leaning back in his chair, he looked steadily at Qingran for a while, his lips curling up silently.

His smile was extremely delightful.

Even Li Qingmo, who was sitting behind them, saw it and scoffed before looking away disinterestedly, "He’s laughing like a fool even when he looks so sick."

Actually, Li Qingmo was inexplicably nervous, fearing that if his sister got the nominated spot and he did not, it would be a huge embarrassment.

There was no trace of illness in Xie Ying’an’s eyes, and the feverish temperature couldn’t fool anyone either.

After four hours, Qingran took out some medicine from her pocket, handed it to Xie Ying’an, and went to twist the cap of the water bottle, taking care of him meticulously.

Oh, it wasn’t meticulous, compared to how Xie Ying’an had taken care of her when she was sick last time, it still fell short.

Qiao Wanbai, who had been observing them, nudged Bai Wenxing who was resting with his eyes closed.

Bai Wenxing slightly furrowed his eyebrows and opened his eyes to look at Qiao Wanbai, showing a trace of impatience.

Those who are loved often act with impunity, and Bai Wenxing was such a person. He clearly knew Qiao Wanbai liked him, but he did not accept her feelings, nor had he ever outright rejected her.

"There," Qiao Wanbai pointed towards Qingran and feigned a surprised expression, which seemed a bit fake, "That girl named Qingran seems to like the guy next to her, look—"

Bai Wenxing turned his head upon hearing this, pushed up his slightly sliding glasses, and observed carefully.

At that moment, Qingran was handing Xie Ying’an the bottle with the twisted cap. Xie Ying’an took it, drank the water with his medicine, and then returned the bottle to Qingran, who screwed the cap back on and placed it aside.

The two of them whispered closely together; their proximity made them look like a couple.

"Oh!" Bai Wenxing drew back his gaze expressionlessly, showing no particular emotion: "So what?"

So what?

He neither liked Li Qingran nor Xie Ying’an. What did Qingran’s feelings for Xie Ying’an have to do with him?

Qiao Wanbai gaped slightly, stunned, her foolish expression was something Bai Wenxing didn’t bother looking at as he closed his eyes to rest again.

After a long while, Qiao Wanbai slowly cracked a smile, and her eyes no longer held any hostility towards Qingran.

The eliminations were quick, and so were the rounds on stage.

It was soon the sixth round, and so far, only one university had offered a nominated spot.

The director of studies’ handkerchief was soaked with sweat; it was now clear to him that his earlier thought of easily securing several spots was nothing but a pipe dream.

Now, he truly had no other requests, the only one being not to fail completely.

While the students of the sixth round were on stage solving questions, the director of studies and Old Wu turned around to cheer for them—

"Students, when it’s your turn, make sure not to be nervous, don’t worry about whether you can finish the questions in time but ensure you maintain accuracy."

From the previous rounds, they had gleaned some experience; many contestants were scared of running out of time, speeding through questions beyond their limits, resulting in a high error rate even if they completed the questions within the allocated time.

The classmates all nodded in unison.

Their hearts were all tense, even Qingran’s palms sweated with nervousness.

The director of instruction’s gaze fell on Xie Ying’an, his most valued student, concern evident in his tone: "How do you feel now, Xie Ying’an?"

Xie Ying’an responded indifferently with a grunt, clearly lacking his usual vigor.

"Well well, feeling better is good." Even with Xie Ying’an’s frustratingly aloof attitude, the director was extremely satisfied.

Old Wu also tried to calm Qingran down: "Li Qingran, you must adjust your emotions well, you absolutely cannot get nervous once you get on stage."

Whenever Li Qingran scored low or had poor performance, Old Wu didn’t need to think to know it was definitely affected by her own emotions.

Otherwise, which student’s grades could drop so suddenly and rise just as quickly?

At this moment, Fang Jin was also very nervous, clutching his palms tightly, his eyes unblinkingly fixed on the stage.

Wen Shiyi was sitting next to Fang Jin today, she also looked at the question displayed on the big screen on stage, yet her expression didn’t show a hint of nervousness, appearing as if she was sure of her success.

When Fang Jin looked back, she saw Wen Shiyi’s confident posture unintentionally and honestly, she was quite envious of someone who seemed to have mysterious confidence no matter the time and place.

Wen Shiyi was truly confident this time, ever since she arrived in F city, she often had predictive dreams where things would manifest soon after in reality.

Initially, Wen Shiyi was afraid, but over time, she wasn’t scared anymore and now, she even gotten accustomed to having this ability.

Except for one thing, the dreams were the opposite: Wen Shiyi looked to her left, where a handsome young man in a white shirt sat.

In her dreams, this young man was extremely caring for her, from standing up for her in fights to walking her home with an umbrella, almost meticulous in every aspect. But in reality...

The contrast was too great, making it hard for her to let go each time she woke from these dreams. If other events in her dreams came true, why couldn’t this go her way?

Wen Shiyi looked down at her messy palm lines for a long while before discarding the distracting thoughts in her mind, lifting her head again to watch the stage.

She knew some things had to be fought for by one’s own efforts; without striving, they might never be hers.

The sixth round on stage had ended, and another student, a girl, had passed this time.

This time, a professor from Q University had given the girl a guaranteed spot.

Nearly half of the school competition was over, and out of 15 spots, only two had been awarded so far, causing a quiet relief among the remaining students.

At least they didn’t have to worry about there being not enough guaranteed spots later, although they might not be able to secure one.

But, one must still dream, what if it came true?

When it was time for the seventh round to start, less than two hours had passed in total.

If things continued like this, there was a good chance it would be their turn from F High during the morning hours.

Was Xie Ying’an’s fever reduced a bit by now?

Hidden by the chair, Qingran secretly touched Xie Ying’an’s hand again, but he grasped her hand back as soon as she reached out.

Hmm! Xie Ying’an’s hand felt somewhat warm this time.

It seemed his illness should be about better now.