I Might Have Fallen in Love With My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 238 - 230: Counterkill

Chapter 238: Chapter 230: Counterkill

After City No.1 High School finished, it was finally F High’s turn for the last round.

Now, there’s only one spot left for both Q University and B University, but F University still has two spots.

Before the game, the director of instruction comforted them one by one: "Don’t be nervous, treat it like a normal exam, definitely don’t be nervous!"

While saying these reassuring words, the director of instruction’s hands were trembling slightly from his own nervousness.

Helplessly, upon his arrival, he had boasted in front of the principal, vowing to secure the highest number of guaranteed-skips in the finals.

Looking at the situation today, it doesn’t matter how many spots at most, as long as they don’t all get eliminated.

City No.1 High School was so strong, yet they only secured two spots, right?

The key issue is that Xie Ying’an, who was most likely to secure a spot, has fallen ill.

Sigh~

Although they were bound to be nervous, after more than a dozen matches, Qingran and the others merely from spectating had gained experience and would not let nervousness affect their performance.

It wasn’t specified in what order they should go on stage; Xie Ying’an was leading at the front, with Qingran second, and Li Qingmo following in third position.

As they approached the stage, Xie Ying’an suddenly paused, sidestepped to let Qingran be the first.

As they brushed past each other, Qingran gently touched Xie Ying’an’s hand, which was no longer ice-cold from sickness, unlikely to affect his performance following.

Xie Ying’an was startled, looking down at his hand, the warmth of the girl seemed to linger at his fingertips, and he curved his lips into a smile.

"Are you not moving? Stupid grin, What an idiot!" Li Qingmo, walking behind Xie Ying’an, nudged him aside and took the second position.

It was also on the stage that Qingran could clearly see the professors.

Lin Zhou was still the youngest among them, sitting in the middle of the professors, distinctly eye-catching.

The three professors sitting at the back were much older compared to the six in the front and had stern expressions. They didn’t have name tags like those in front, and no students or teachers in the venue knew their exact identities.

After all 10 students from F High were ready on stage, three problems appeared on the large screen.

To tackle the physics problems, mastering the method of drawing equivalent circuit diagrams was indispensable.

Qingran was already quick at deciphering problems; she began writing almost simultaneously with Xie Ying’an, and total problem-reading time was less than half a minute.

During the preliminary and semifinals, Li Qingran’s performance had given the professors quite a few surprises. Thus, several professors remembered her.

The professors in the front remembered her; however, the three elderly professors in the back did not.

The middle professor saw Xie Ying’an start writing within such a short time and a flicker of surprise crossed his face: "Oh? That boy understood the question already?"

The professor sitting to his right was paying attention to Qingran, his eyes filled with admiration: "That girl standing in spot one started writing almost simultaneously with the boy in spot three. It seems we must not underestimate the strength of these newcomers."

Ever since ancient times, the new waves have pushed the old waves forward.

The professor sitting on the left slightly laughed with no particular emotion: "It’s still too early to say anything. They have to get the answers right, that’s what really matters."

The large screen on stage began to randomly display their responsive answering processes.

"Ah?" The middle professor exclaimed in surprise again.

The two professors beside him were concentrating on the large-screen display above the stage, aware of the middle professor’s surprise, yet no one responded to him.

Because they were equally surprised.

The large screen was displaying the participants’ answer boards in random order, but the display time was uniformly only a few seconds.

A few seconds was merely enough for a fleeting glimpse, leaving much anticipation.

"Who set this display? Why is the duration so short?" the professor on the right complained.

"That’s right, look at this—" the middle professor pointed towards the screen: "That girl’s answer board was displayed for just a few seconds, whose board is this? How long has this one been displayed?"

Unable to endure further, the fat professor turned around with an apologetic smile: "Predecessor, the set duration is the same for all..."

"Shut up!" the professor on the right rebuked sternly: "If only I saw it wrong, then leave it be, but Old Qu said the same. Do you mean to say we both saw it wrong? Do you really think our eyes are failing?!"

"No, no, no," the fat professor, looking extremely submissive, kept up his appeasing smile: "Teacher, you’re right, I’ll call the person in charge right away and ask what’s going on. Please, don’t be angry."

"Hold on—" the middle professor called to the retreating fat professor. His eyes, sharp as an eagle’s, scrutinized Qingran for a moment longer before slowly saying: "Regardless of her final score, try your best to recruit that girl in spot one to our school."

The fat professor nodded vigorously: "Yes, yes."

Truthfully, considering Li Qingran’s repeated outstanding performances, he found it hard not to admire this student.

"You most likely won’t succeed!" The middle professor knew the nature of the fat professor well. He glanced over at Lin Zhou, who was sitting upright, and said: "Let Wooden try to recruit her."

Wooden is good-looking.

Girls like Wooden’s style.

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhou then turned his head and responded lightly: "Yes, teacher."

The middle Professor Lao Qu, with disdain: "Just from one glance? Without seeing her true capabilities, you are ready to offer her a university spot? Isn’t that too hasty? Old..."

Before he could finish, the screen randomly displayed Qingran’s answer board again. Eight minutes had passed, and she had completed two questions. Just like the display of the first problem, her answer board wasn’t cluttered with solving steps; the solving method was concise and clear at a glance.

Although her solving approach was somewhat similar to Bai Wenxing’s, when combined with other methods, how could Bai Wenxing match up?

Just as Old Qu was still making snide remarks, he glanced at the large screen, and then, seeing the professors in front became flustered. Despite the distance, he reached out to pat the two professors from B University sitting ahead.

The two professors turned around with confusion: "Professor, what’s wrong?"

"Did you see the solving method of the girl in spot one? What do you think?" Professor Lao Qu asked them.

Neither professor was foolish, and they had clearly heard their conversation just now from so close.

One of them said: "Professor, rest assured, I will do my best to recruit her to our school."

"Wait," Professor Lao Qu suddenly asked the professor on his right: "Old He, that Bai something from the last round, was it said that his solving method was taught by someone else?"

Professor He nodded, "Judging by the name, it seems a girl taught him."

Mulling over it, they looked at each other, wondering if it could be this girl on stage who taught him.

If indeed she was the one who taught him, then it must be said, her counterattack this round was beautifully executed!