I Might Have Fallen in Love With My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 52 - 48: Don’t Compare Yourself with the Top Student

Chapter 52: Chapter 48: Don’t Compare Yourself with the Top Student

The study atmosphere in Senior Grade 3 Class 2 has always been incredibly tense to the extreme.

With the college entrance examination imminent, they are buried in endless test papers every day, almost unable to distinguish between day and night.

Stacks of test papers pile up like little hills, and when you lower your head, you can’t see your classmates, all you see are bundles of books and papers.

But there’s always an exception among so many people.

God Ji from Senior Grade 3 Class 2 seems to be there specifically to spread negative energy; while all classmates struggle in the sea of problems, he doesn’t even hold a pen for the entire day.

Sitting behind him, Wang Ming ’smacked’ down his ballpoint pen, pressing his left hand over his right hand, causing his knuckles to crack loudly.

Wang Ming folded his test paper and leaned back despondently: "Not doing it, not handing it in."

His deskmate, Ji He, also put down his pen, stretched his sore wrist, took off his glasses and massaged his brow before asking Wang Ming, "What’s going on?"

Wang Ming sighed, "Every day I open my eyes to endless test papers, I’m really going insane, now I actually wish the college entrance exam would hurry up and come."

Now all the students in the class feel the same, like arrows on a bowstring, every nerve taut.

Ji He shook his head: "It’s almost over, just hang in there a bit longer."

Wang Ming looked at Ji Yanchen in front of him, envy filling his eyes: "I really envy God Ji."

No matter how tense the atmosphere in the class is, it doesn’t seem to affect God Ji.

Now, God Ji has become the example of negative energy for those students in Senior Grade 3 Class 2 who lack determination. Having God Ji, who doesn’t study, as a reference makes some students’ sense of crisis unconsciously diminish.

They completely forget, God Ji usually doesn’t need to study.

Ji He put on his glasses, patted Wang Ming’s shoulder, and spoke earnestly: "Why compare yourself with a genius? When has God Ji ever done a test paper? The world is just that unfair; you see, we haven’t even started running, and God Ji is already at the finish line."

Wang Ming wiped away bitter tears, then picked up the pen he had just thrown down: "Ah, nothing more to say, brother is unfortunate, my dear mother didn’t give me a brain like God Ji’s, I can only rely on hard studying."

Ji He felt the break was long enough, picked up his pen ready to struggle again with the test problems. He hadn’t completed even one problem when the school bell rang.

The classroom was as quiet as ever, students seemed not to hear the bell and continued to write furiously.

Among this silence, the harsh sound of a wooden chair scraping against the floor was particularly clear, as God Ji stood up and was the first to walk out of the classroom.

Ji He paused with his pen point: "Damn!"

Wang Ming’s hand trembled as he held his pen: "He’s leaving just like that?"

Ji He spread his hands: "What else? To stay and do test papers like us?"

The feelings of the two at this moment can hardly be expressed by mere envy and jealousy.

Since his photo exploded on the school forum, now God Ji walking around the campus is always the center of attention.

Everyone also knows that God Ji has an aloof personality, not fond of getting close to people, and no one dares to approach him directly.

But there will always be one or two bold students, a short-haired girl encouraged by her friends, stepped forward to block Ji Yanchen.

The path ahead blocked, Ji Yanchen gave the short-haired girl an indifferent glance, not waiting for her to speak, he bypassed her, his coat hem not even touching her, and continued forward.

The short-haired girl stood stunned for a moment, then hurriedly ran a few steps to catch up, blocking Ji Yanchen again, "God Ji... Senior Brother Ji, hello, I’m He Hui from Senior Grade 2 Class 9, can we be friends?"

Perhaps fearing it would be too awkward, He Hui didn’t dare to reach out her hand.

Ji Yanchen glanced at her indifferently again, his youthful tea-colored eyes utterly emotionless, a deadly stillness behind the bangs covering half of his face, showing no hint of emotion. He didn’t speak, bypassed He Hui and continued walking.

He Hui turned around blankly to watch Ji Yanchen’s receding figure, not daring to chase after him again.

He Hui’s close friend ran over from afar, curiously asking, "Huixi, did God Ji speak to you just now?"

He Hui shook her head, her delicate face unable to hide her disappointment: "Just like what others said about him, God Ji is like a deity high above, we mere mortals don’t even catch his eye..."

As she was speaking, He Hui suddenly paused.

Just a few dozen meters ahead of her, God Ji stopped walking, his head now inexplicably topped with a baseball cap, too far away to see his profile clearly.

"Wow!!! God Ji showed his face again, come on, Huixi, let’s go and have a look."

He Hui’s best friend pulled her by the arm and started running; He Hui stumbled a little but quickly followed.

Qingran was doing a test paper about twenty meters away from Wen Shiyi’s classroom; this place was not very concealed, most passing students would glance over.

Qingran was immersed in her work, her senses automatically blocking out outside curious gazes.

She faintly heard some messy discussions and couldn’t help but look up.

The first thing that caught her eye was Xie Ying’an’s resolute profile; she paused, and unconsciously asked: "Is class over?"

Had an hour passed so quickly?

Xie Ying’an turned his head to look at her; a displeased emotion in his dark eyes hadn’t fully dissipated; he forced a smile, though it appeared somewhat stiff, "Why are you doing your test paper here?"

Ah, Qingran was stumped, how should she explain?

Luckily, Xie Ying’an didn’t need her explanation; his gaze swept over the test paper in Qingran’s hands, "Two more questions, finish them up. I’ll wait for you."

Behind Xie Ying’an, there seemed to be another black figure, but Qingran didn’t look again and bowed her head to continue with the final two questions.

Xie Ying’an turned and faced Ji Yanchen; both young men, of equal height, stood opposite each other in silence, their gazes still sizing each other up in the dark.

’Click’ – this scene was captured in He Hui’s photo album.

Xie Ying’an seemed to notice something, his eyes looking toward the right front; seeing him look their way, several girls immediately scattered.

Ji Yanchen, not used to being watched by too many people, could only see the hem of Qingran’s clothes behind Xie Ying’an. The sky was not completely dark yet; he took off his hat and turned to walk outside the school.

When Qingran finished the last two questions, she put the test paper into her backpack and walked with Xie Ying’an out of the school.

At this time, students who needed to go home would’ve already left; there were hardly any people moving within the school.

Exiting the school gate, Xie Ying’an took Qingran’s backpack from her hand, his mood unusually silent.

The sky gradually darkened, the streetlights overhead suddenly lit up, casting both their silhouettes.

Beneath the light, Qingran sneakily glanced at Xie Ying’an.

Xie Ying’an immediately caught her gaze; his gloomy expression from the walk relaxing slightly, he turned and asked Qingran, "Want to say something?"

"Are you going on the school trip tomorrow?" Just in case there was an unexpected event tomorrow, Qingran couldn’t help but ask.

"I’m going," Xie Ying’an nodded.

He thought for a moment and then added, "I made up tomorrow’s classes during today’s lunch break."

Oh, so lunchtime classes were a make-up for tomorrow’s.

After careful deliberation, Qingran hesitantly tried to negotiate with Xie Ying’an, "So, Ruan Ruan wanted to ask for your help tomorrow and asked me to bring up the matter; may I have your opinion?"

Xie Ying’an raised an eyebrow slightly, "What is it?"

Qingran explained the bet made between Ruan Ruan and Song Shize in full, then added, "Ruan Ruan said she wants to win."

So, she wanted to ask for your help.

Xie Ying’an’s expression seemed a bit hard to describe; he stopped walking and looked at Qingran, "Ruan Ruan’s condition for winning, is making Song Shize be her boyfriend?"

Qingran also stopped walking, feeling a bit disheartened, "I also don’t know what Ruan Ruan is thinking, she doesn’t want to talk about it."

On the way back from the cafeteria, Qingran specifically asked Ruan Ruan several times, and Ruan Ruan’s answer was clear, she wanted to make Song Shize her boyfriend.

She also said, "Just wait and see, Ranran, once I’m his girlfriend, I’ll pluck off each and every one of his peach blossoms myself and let him experience the taste of being stuck with someone he doesn’t like, haha!"

Xie Ying’an slowly smiled, "Purging a menace for the people, not bad, Ruan Ruan."

Qingran walked side by side with him, "Does this mean you agree?"

Xie Ying’an didn’t respond, and as they approached the door to Qingran’s home, he handed her the backpack and suddenly leaned forward.

Qingran instinctively stepped back, her back against the door; she widened her almond-shaped eyes, slightly scared: "What, what are you doing?"

The two were quite close; joy filled Xie Ying’an’s dark eyes, he said: "Ranran, how about we make a bet too?"

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