I Might Have Fallen in Love With My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 241 - 233: Speak Privately for a Moment

Chapter 241: Chapter 233: Speak Privately for a Moment

Wen Shiyi stood second to last in line.

Although F High had already secured three spots, Old Wu still held great hope for Wen Shiyi.

After all, he had always noticed Wen Shiyi’s efforts, which were in no way inferior to Li Qingran’s in terms of studying.

As expected, Wen Shiyi answered all the questions correctly. B University only made an exception once, compared to F University, Q University clearly had more credibility.

Thus, the last spot at Q University went to Wen Shiyi.

After securing the spot, Wen Shiyi displayed no signs of happiness on his face.

After the competition, F High managed to secure four recommended admission spots, once again defeating City No.1 High School in a manner that doubled their score.

The head teacher’s face was as proud as a victorious rooster, and not only did the teachers from City No.1 High School find this annoying, but other school head teachers who came along also wanted to rush over and beat him up.

The finals, which were like a chaotic scene, finally ended before two o’clock in the afternoon.

As F University had not yet started the term, their cafeteria was not open either, so they had to fend for themselves for food after the competition.

Not being very familiar with the area, Old Wu took a few boys out to buy boxed lunches, as the driver had been waiting too long. They planned to set off after eating.

Xie Ying’an, who was ill, did not go with Old Wu. After boarding the bus, the head teacher specifically went back to check on him to see if he had a fever again.

Xie Ying’an was indeed running a fever again, but he stubbornly denied it. He not only kept it to himself but also prevented Qingran from telling. Once the head teacher left, he closed his eyes and leaned back in his seat, pretending to sleep.

After a while, Qingran reached out and touched his forehead, finding it scorchingly hot again.

As Qingran touched his forehead, Xie Ying’an opened his eyes and looked at her. His eyes were sleepy, perhaps because of relaxed nerves after the competition, and he could not resist the overwhelming feeling of fatigue.

Tsk! Really running a fever again.

And it was not mild, but Qingran had no more medicine on her.

Sometime later, Xie Ying’an’s breath, which was hot to the touch, evened out, and he eventually fell asleep.

Qingran placed her things on the seat and only took her cellphone from her bag, quietly getting up and walking past Xie Ying’an.

Just as she was halfway through, Xie Ying’an suddenly opened his eyes and stared at her for a while before asking, "Where are you going?"

His voice was hoarse, almost unable to form words.

Qingran did not want to tell him that she was going out to buy medicine; there was no need to even think about it because if she said she was going out to buy medicine, Xie Ying’an would definitely find a way to follow her.

Xie Ying’an was still waiting for her reply.

"Going to the restroom," she feigned an awkward smile, pointing to Fang Jin: "I’m going with Fang Jin."

Xie Ying’an gave her another look, perhaps due to the worsening cold, his eyes were not as sharp, he just "hmm" hummed, and closed his eyes again.

As soon as Qingran walked past him, he reached out and grabbed her: "Turn on your phone first."

Qingran: "...Okay."

Watching Qingran turn on the phone, Xie Ying’an finally let go of her hand and continued to close his eyes to sleep.

Qingran really did call Fang Jin to go out with her.

The head teacher at the front through this experience properly recognized Qingran. For such a good student who brought honor to the school, the head teacher’s serious face changed, smiling warmly, asking what they were going out for.

Qingran and Fang Jin only said they were going to buy something nearby and would be back soon. Worried that the head teacher might not agree, they mentioned they had their phones with them so they could easily be contacted if they did not return on time.

The head teacher readily agreed, only instructing them to return quickly and not to go too far.

Both nodded in agreement, then dashed off and disappeared in a flash.

The car was parked in the parking lot near the school, as there are many pharmacies big and small close to the school.

The two of them walked together on the road, and Fang Jin’s mood was somewhat down.

Qingran didn’t know how to comfort her, at the moment when she obtained the recommendation quota, she felt that whatever she said to Fang Jin seemed pale and powerless.

Before Qingran could speak, Fang Jin took the initiative: "Qingran, Xie Ying’an..."

Fang Jin’s face showed hesitation, as if pondering whether it was inappropriate for her to break what was metaphorically a sheet of paper between Qingran and Xie Ying’an.

Being a girl herself, Fang Jin felt she could never fully grasp Qingran’s thoughts; she could only see Xie Ying’an’s one-sided affection for Qingran, but never saw any response from Qingran.

Initially, when Fang Jin found out that a detached guy like Xie Ying’an liked Qingran, she found it unbelievable. Discovering his unrequited love for Qingran, receiving not a trace of response, her feelings couldn’t be described as just unbelievable.

Even if she didn’t know Xie Ying’an thoroughly, with so many girls in the school paying attention to every move he made, Fang Jin could almost completely understand him just by following the school forum.

Such a proud person he is, just his indifferent nature made Fang Jin think if he ever dated, it would either be because his family forced him, or because some girl had pestered him for many years and melted his icy heart.

She never thought that he would like someone first at this age, and could do so with such restraint.

Qingran knew what she was trying to say, and simply gave her a comforting smile without speaking.

Fang Jin instantly understood, Qingran knew about Xie Ying’an’s affection.

Then, why hadn’t Qingran responded at all? Did she think they were too young? Did she think it would affect their studies?

Fang Jin, being the same age, considered herself rational, yet still couldn’t help diving headfirst into premature love since affection sometimes can’t be controlled.

Especially mutual affection; as it stands with Qingran, it could only mean one thing—she did not like Xie Ying’an.

Yet how could Qingran not like such an outstanding boy like Xie Ying’an?

Especially today, anyone could see, Xie Ying’an had finished the question on stage first yet deliberately waited for Qingran to press the buzzer together.

Clearly, the professors from University Q appreciated Xie Ying’an more, but he chose University B together with Qingran...

Perhaps seeing the confusion in Fang Jin, Qingran’s smile faded.

"Let’s wait another year," she said, "There are too many variables at our age, and also..."

And also, Qingran felt she didn’t particularly like Xie Ying’an that much. Maybe there was a bit of a different emotion now, but rather than liking Xie Ying’an, it was more like a dependency, a habit.

And this dependency and habit were something Xie Ying’an painstakingly conquered little by little.

Although she no longer saw Xie Ying’an as the male protagonist from the books, as long as Wen Shiyi was around, she always felt uneasy in her heart.

That unease was not related to Xie Ying’an, but she always unconsciously took it out on Xie Ying’an.

Before today, during sleepless nights, she thought a lot; she initially wanted to experience the feeling of participating in the college entrance exam, but in the end, she was afraid of that damn halo. Currently, that halo had no effect on her, but what if it did during the college entrance exam?

She couldn’t afford to gamble!

"Let’s wait a bit more..." Qingran said.

This statement seemed to answer Fang Jin, but was more of a reassurance to herself.

The drugstore was never short of fever medicine, both quickly calmed down, and when they came out together, they started to laugh and talk again.

When they reached a corner, Qingran suddenly heard someone calling her, a familiar male voice.

"Li Qingran." The tone carried detachment.

Following the voice, Qingran turned her head and saw Lin Zhou standing tall and straight at the mouth of the alley; his refined demeanor strangely clashed with the worldly atmosphere behind him.

Seeing Qingran look towards him, his warm eyes seemed to pass a spring breeze, containing indescribable meanings: "May I speak with you for a moment?"

The detachment in his voice suddenly dissipated without a trace.