I Might Have Fallen in Love With My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 48 - 44 The Distance to Certain Failure

Chapter 48: Chapter 44 The Distance to Certain Failure

Qingran arrived not too late; she had barely sat down at her desk when Xie Ying’an also arrived shortly after.

Seeing Xie Ying’an coming, Wen Shiyi, who was seated, walked over here.

She stood by Xie Ying’an’s desk, bowed her head, and thanked him: "Xie, thank you for taking me to the infirmary yesterday."

Her thin bangs did nothing to cover the large bruise on her forehead from the basketball.

Xie Ying’an didn’t even glance at Wen Shiyi, replying expressionlessly: "You’ve got the wrong person, it was Su Chen who took you to the infirmary yesterday."

The atmosphere turned awkward.

Wen Shiyi felt even more embarrassed, she frowned slightly confused, as the last thing she remembered before passing out yesterday afternoon was Xie Ying’an running towards her in the lead.

In the end, Wen Shiyi went to express her gratitude to Su Chen.

It was Su Chen who felt slightly embarrassed to be thanked, the tall boy scratching his head as he laughed: "No worries, it was nothing."

This little episode then passed.

Nearly two months into the school year, each subject started conducting small spot tests.

On Thursday of that week, they had one test in the morning and another in the afternoon.

Qingran felt that the questions on the test weren’t difficult, and she knew that being so close to the main female character in the book, Wen Shiyi, it was inevitable she would do poorly.

She hadn’t bombed the chemistry test she did at home the other day, which shows there is a certain limit to the distance from Wen Shiyi.

Beyond that distance, her performance would not be affected.

Now, she needed to figure out how much this distance was.

During the lunch break, Qingran ran to Li Qingmo’s seat in Class 2-3 to do a test paper.

Most of the students in Class 3 were familiar with Qingran, and a few of the boys who were on good terms with Li Qingmo even joyfully called her "sister."

A few girls in Class 3 huddled together, whispering about the direction where Qingran sat, but out of fear of the school bully’s fists, they dared not say anything too offensive.

The school bully had clearly warned everyone before: bullying his sister meant bullying him.

That was the fate that befell Tan Xiaobing from Class 7 and the hospitalized Second Generation Son.

Qingran finished the test paper quickly and left as soon as she was done, by which time Li Qingmo still hadn’t returned.

Before leaving, she said to a few boys in Class 3: "Don’t tell my brother I was here, thanks."

The girl’s eyes, autumnal and full, with a smile that could captivate a city.

Several big boys turned red instantly; after Qingran had walked far, one of them excitedly said: "Wow, sis was smiling at me."

His deskmate slapped his head, "Bullshit! She was clearly smiling at me."

The boy behind them rolled his eyes so hard they nearly reached the sky: "Is this even fun for you guys? Obviously, sis was smiling at all of us."

"Why is Brother Mo’s sister so smart and yet so pretty?"

"Didn’t you know from the school forum that she’s our high school sophomore goddess?"

"Yeah, we know, but sis has a quiet personality and doesn’t like to show off, so slowly people forgot about this title of goddess..."

"Shh! Stop talking, Brother Mo is back."

Li Qingmo had gone out for a bit during lunch and felt his neighboring desks acting a bit strange upon his return.

He isn’t the type to hold his tongue, so he asked right away: "What’s with you guys?"

Everyone chimed in unison: "Nothing’s wrong."

Tsk! Even weirder.

Li Qingmo turned on his phone, the first thing he did was to check the school forum. Since yesterday’s posts about God Ji were deleted, the forum now was full of uninteresting posts, and Li Qingmo couldn’t be bothered to scroll down.

With still a while before class, he said, "Keep it down, will you," and lay down at his desk to sleep.

The boys exchanged meaningful glances and started to stifle their laughter.

Qingran returned to Class 1 and placed her completed test paper in front of Xie Ying’an.

Xie Ying’an had also just come back from outside. He raised his eyebrows slightly and picked up the test paper to look at it.

After checking the test paper thoroughly, Xie Ying’an didn’t find any problems. He looked at Qingran: "What’s up? Is there a problem somewhere?"

"There isn’t," Qingran handed a red pen to Xie Ying’an, "I’ll need a few minutes of your time. Could you please help me check if there are many mistakes in this?"

Xie Ying’an smiled upon hearing this, took the red pen from her hand, and once again scanned through the test paper.

The young man held the pen in his hand, looking down with serious attention. His long and straight eyelashes cast a shadow on his lower eyelid, highlighting the high bridge of his nose with its sharp angles.

Qingran averted her gaze, daring not to look too much. How could the male protagonist, who captivated countless beautiful young girls in the books, be lacking in appearance?

"Here," after a while, Xie Ying’an put the test paper between their desks, used his pen to point at the wrong questions for Qingran to see, and explained in a lowered voice, "The formula here is applied incorrectly. Though the answer came out correct, this way it overcomplicates several..."

Qingran leaned in to listen attentively, nodding occasionally to show that she understood.

Huang Qianyu, who kept turning her head to look from the front row, couldn’t suppress her jealousy. She cursed under her breath, "At such a young age, already learning to seduce others, so cheap!"

Huang Qianyu’s deskmate, Chu Rong, couldn’t stand it anymore. She whispered, "Qianyu, they’re just discussing academic issues. Why do you have to say such unpleasant things?"

Smack!

The desk was hit with a thunderous noise; Huang Qianyu glared at Chu Rong: "What are you? Who are you to lecture me?"

Chu Rong’s voice was even lower, with a hint of tears: "I didn’t..."

Huang Qianyu became even more furious: "Shut your mouth! Always looking like you’re treated unfairly, it’s really disgusting to watch."

Some classmates heard the commotion but pretended as if they hadn’t, after all, Huang Qianyu was known for being overbearing and came from a wealthy family, and no ordinary person would dare to provoke her.

Ruan Ruan glanced over in that direction; she hadn’t heard what Huang Qianyu had said earlier and just thought she was bullying Chu Rong, choosing to ignore it.

Wen Shiyi also heard it, but she just frowned and, in the end, didn’t say anything.

The distance between Class 3 and the ordinary was within a hundred meters, and the test paper Qingran completed wasn’t affected by Wen Shiyi’s halo.

She breathed a sigh of relief and began to try to close this distance little by little.

That day after school, she didn’t rush to go back; instead, during self-study time for boarding students in the evening, she went to a friend’s seat in Class 2 to finish another test paper.

Class 2 was about fifty meters away from Class 1. The self-study relied entirely on individual discipline, and there were many bookworms in Class 2. By the time Qingran finished and left, many still had no idea that a student from another class had sneaked in.

At half-past six in the evening, Li Qingmo still hadn’t returned home. Qingran sat in the living room doing her homework while waiting for him.

It was nearly seven o’clock when Li Qingmo finally came back, shouldering his backpack.

He immediately saw Qingran sitting and doing homework and promptly sat down with his backpack next to her.

Li Qingmo took out his books from his backpack and said, "No way, Li Qingran, you’re starting your homework at this time?"

Seeing him arrive, Qingran began to pack up her books. "Brother, don’t rush to do your homework. Wash your hands and eat first."

Li Qingmo reluctantly stuffed his halfway removed books back into his backpack.

After dinner, the brother and sister didn’t go upstairs but sat in the living room doing homework. Qingran gave the test paper she did in Class 2 to Li Qingmo to check.

She had noticed this pattern; once a test paper was reviewed by someone, regardless of who that person was, the answers wouldn’t change anymore.

Li Qingmo, utterly confused, took the test paper, "What for?"

Qingran ran over to pour Li Qingmo a glass of water, trying to win him over, "Brother, can you check if there are any mistakes?"

"You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you," muttered Li Qingmo, "With midterms coming up, you’re deliberately trying not to let me study, hoping to surpass me, right?"

As Qingran expected, there were no mistakes in this test paper either. It seemed that a distance of around fifty meters was also safe.

Qingran breathed another sigh of relief, planning to test a distance of around thirty meters the next day.

Using her dear brother and then discarding him, Qingran picked up her homework to head upstairs, not forgetting to remind Li Qingmo, "Brother, don’t play ’video games’ too late tonight, okay?"

Li Qingmo: "..."

He felt like she seemed to know something.

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