I Might Have Fallen in Love With My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 51 - 47 Let’s Make a Bet

Chapter 51: Chapter 47 Let’s Make a Bet

As it turns out, taking tests thirty meters away is no issue either.

Qingran received the test paper from Xie Ying’an, and this time she scored a full mark. Her grades in mathematics, physics, and chemistry had noticeably improved recently.

Even Xie Ying’an couldn’t help but praise her, "You’ve made significant improvements in your grades."

It’s just that there’s something mysterious about the way she bungles every exam.

Qingran thought about giving the twenty-meter distance a try after school today.

Today is Saturday, and the second class in the afternoon is chemistry.

Perhaps a little disappointed with these students, Old Wu didn’t feel like dragging the class today. As it was almost time for the class to end, he asked, "Did everyone remember the assembly point and time for the spring outing tomorrow?"

Who could forget that?

In unison, the students replied, "Remembered!"

Their voices were exceptionally loud, as if they intended to lift the roof off.

Old Wu’s corner of the eye twitched visibly. After calming down for a short while, he could not help but slam his hand on the desk: "For this spring outing, everyone must write a reflection, no less than 1,500 words, and submit it to the class representative by next Tuesday."

Instantly, the classroom was filled with moans of despair.

The bell for class dismissal rang timely, and Old Wu, with a burgeoning beer belly not yet evident, left the classroom contentedly.

Qingran also listlessly slumped over her desk, looking somewhat defeated.

Xie Ying’an couldn’t help but laugh. He asked, "Don’t you want to write it?"

Qingran shook her head, "It’s not to that extent."

It’s just a bit sentimental, as they’re finally at the juncture where the male and female leads’ relationship makes great strides forward.

"How about this—" Xie Ying’an tapped the desk with his finger, signaling Qingran to turn around.

Qingran heeded the gesture and looked over, seeing a smiling young man with bright eyes—especially those black orbs, like stars.

Qingran heard him say, "I’ll write it for you, and you treat me to a meal, how about that?"

Tsk, one top student openly helping another to cheat, where’s the justice in that?

Ruan Ruan, who had been all ears, eagerly leaned in to seek a deal, "Brother An, I’ll also treat you to a meal, as many times as you want, look at my reflection essay..."

Xie Ying’an glanced coolly at Ruan Ruan, the laughter in his dark eyes suddenly gone.

In an instant, Ruan Ruan buckled, adding tearfully, "I mean, Brother An, what I meant was that when you write two reflections, your hand will hurt. Maybe I can help you with one?"

Anyway, she was counting on Brother An definitely not agreeing.

Xie Ying’an hooked the corner of his lips and surprisingly replied, "Sure."

Ruan Ruan: "What?"

What? What? What happened?

What’s good? Where’s the good?

Ruan Ruan looked towards Qingran, who blinked innocently at her and even shrugged her shoulders.

Xie Ying’an diverted his gaze from Qingran and didn’t forget to add to Ruan Ruan, "Thank you for your hard work!"

Ruan Ruan could hardly believe her ears, "Ha, ha, Brother An, you mean..."

Xie Ying’an nodded earnestly, "You can write mine."

Rowan noodles wide, Ruan Ruan’s tears flowed silently within—was this what they called a loss in a gamble to steal a chicken?

Ruan Ruan looked back three steps at a time as she returned to her seat. As she walked, she fantasized that Xie Ying’an would call out to her and casually add that he was just kidding.

But it didn’t happen. By the time Ruan Ruan sat down, she hadn’t heard Xie Ying’an say that he was joking.

Wen Shiyi saw Ruan Ruan with a sour face and laughed while comforting her, "No worries, I’ll help you write one when the time comes."

Ruan Ruan was immediately touched to pieces, "Eleven, sob, I love you so much."

The only constant thing about high school students, aside from studying, is the speed at which they dash to the cafeteria.

Qingran and Ruan Ruan were not early, and several windows had long lines queuing up.

And out of these queues, Song Shize was the most conspicuous. He stood in the line next to Qingran, whistling at her.

When Qingran looked over, he stretched his mouth very widely, a full set of white teeth gleaming: "Little Qingran, let’s have lunch together."

Qingran: "..."

Having gotten used to the otherworldly handsome faces of Xie Ying’an and God Ji, she inexplicably felt a trace of greasiness from Song Shize that didn’t match his age.

Both lines served food at the same rate. When it was Qingran’s turn, it just so happened that Song Shize was up at the other side as well.

Song Shize didn’t select his food, and the auntie scooping food lifted her spoon and glanced at him: "Student, what will you have?"

Song Shize looked towards Qingran and told the auntie, "Look over there, whatever she eats, I’ll have the same."

Qingran raised her eyebrows, choosing several clear vegetarian dishes from the serving lady.

Song Shize picked up his plate incredulously, his eyes wide as he hurried over to Qingran’s side.

"Li Qingran, you’re just eating this?"

The two plates had the same three vegetarian dishes, colorful with reds and greens, and the pairing was quite pleasing to the eye.

Qingran blinked, her face completely void of any joking intent: "I’ve been on a diet recently; I’ve always been eating like this!"

Ruan Ruan was trying hard to hold back her laughter at the side.

Song Shize looked Qingran up and down with disdain: "With your skinny arms and legs, weighing barely two liang in total, you’re still dieting?"

Qingran: Why do I always feel like there’s something insulting about that remark?

Song Shize was followed by a few loyal little fans who somehow managed to squeeze in and sit at the same table with Qingran to eat.

Song Shize was quite picky with food, the cafeteria dishes hardly suited his taste, let alone vegetarian ones.

He originally thought Qingran chose those dishes just to make him lose his appetite, sure she would feel the same, but watching her eat what seemed like grass, it actually appeared quite delicious.

Song Shize, trying a few bites, ate more and more.

He put down his chopsticks, his face drooping: "This is really bad."

Ruan Ruan glared at him, "If you’re not eating, you can leave, old timer."

Song Shize glared back, "Shut it! Eating can’t even keep your mouth shut!"

Ma Qingsheng and Wu Zixian with yellow hair served ribs and chicken legs onto Song Shize’s plate.

"Brother Ze, here, eat mine."

Song Shize was even more disgusted as he pushed the plate away, "You think I’d eat something that’s been touched by your saliva-covered chopsticks?"

Ma Qingsheng and Wu Zixian exchanged looks, thinking, didn’t you eat the grapes Wen Siqi fed you directly from her mouth just fine before? Not a word about saliva then, but now it’s a problem when it comes to them.

Damn privilege.

Song Shize scanned the surroundings, then turned back to ask Qingran, "How come I don’t see your brother and Xie Ying’an?"

"They were called away by the physics teacher before the last class ended," Qingran replied, "I guess my brother must be in the same situation."

Song Shize, who was utterly shameless, began to mock them, "Ha, that’s rough!"

Then he continued to probe: "Is your class’s spring outing scheduled for tomorrow?"

Qingran’s grip on her chopsticks paused, a bad premonition forming in her heart.

Ruan Ruan almost spat out her food, "Crap, it’s not with your class, is it?"

Turns out that Class One was indeed with Class Seven.

Old Wu and the Class Two head teacher never saw eye to eye, mutually despising each other. Old Wu, somewhat chauvinistic, didn’t bother with a woman’s trifles. Conveniently, the Class Seven head teacher was a man, which reflects the good terms between him and Old Wu, like when he transferred Song Shize to Class Seven.

Song Shize’s lips split into a smile, "Ha, and I hear there’s a greenery competition tomorrow."

Ruan Ruan beat Song Shize to the punch: "Hey, Song Shize, wanna bet?"

Damn! Song Shize glared at Ruan Ruan, stealing my line; you better take that back and let me say it!

Song Shize glanced at Qingran, who was drinking water, her gaze cycling between him and Ruan Ruan as she sipped.

In front of a pretty girl, a man’s pride cannot be lost, Song Shize accepted the challenge: "Sure, what’s the bet?"

Seeing that Song Shize took the bait, Ruan Ruan perked up, pushing her plate away, no longer interested in her meal, "Every year’s spring trip is for Arbor Day, right? Let’s each find a partner, and see who can plant more trees in one day."

"Okay!" Song Shize agreed almost immediately, "What’s the stake?"

Ruan Ruan thought seriously for a moment, then slammed the table: "If you lose, you become my boyfriend."

Pffft, Qingran spat out half of her drink, coughing from the shock of Ruan Ruan’s statement.

Ruan Ruan hastily patted her on the back.

Song Shize’s little fans also struggled to hold back their laughter, faces red.

Song Shize was also taken aback, crossing his arms defensively, "Damn, you play that hard?"

Ruan Ruan rolled her eyes, "Quit your yapping, you in or not?"

Song Shize hesitated, giving Ruan Ruan a sidelong glance: "You haven’t been lusting after my beauty for a long time, have you?"

"Pah!" Ruan Ruan expressed her disdain, "You don’t have any beauty to speak of, either my Brother An or God Ji is prettier than you!"

Song Shize reluctantly agreed, still believing he couldn’t possibly lose.

And then asked, "What if I win?"

Ruan Ruan lifted her chin: "You set the terms."

Song Shize raised his eyebrows, seeing a hint of boldness in Ruan Ruan, "Fair enough."

The two high-fived across the air: "It’s a deal."

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