I Might Have Fallen in Love With My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 62 - 58: Intense Fight

Chapter 62: Chapter 58: Intense Fight

Every Monday, Qingran would arrive a little earlier for class.

Wen Shiyi also came very early; she has always been diligent in her studies. After several preliminary tests, teachers from every subject had already remembered this dark horse who emerged out of nowhere.

When Wen Shiyi looked up and saw Qingran come in, she smiled and nodded in greeting, saying good morning.

Qingran returned the smile faintly, not intending to further deepen their friendship.

As expected, Xie Ying’an didn’t come to class. Old Wu saw his seat empty and surprisingly didn’t ask; it seems he had asked for leave in advance.

During class, Qingran was still wondering, where could Xie Ying’an have disappeared to for an entire week?

During the ten-minute class break, Ruan Ruan ran over and sat in Xie Ying’an’s seat.

Upon learning that Xie Ying’an wouldn’t come to class for the whole week, Ruan Ruan was very happy, "Ranran, is it okay if I come to sit with you for every class except Old Wu’s this week?"

Qingran was indifferent; after all, she used to be desk mates with Ruan Ruan and had long become accustomed to a chatterbox beside her ear.

Ruan Ruan rested her cheeks on her hands while looking at Qingran, and soon let out several sighs. Unable to resist, Qingran put down her pen and looked at her, "What’s wrong?"

Ruan Ruan was rarely so downcast: "Ah, Ranran, you don’t know, Huang Qianyu and Shiyi have been clashing fiercely recently. Being stuck between them is driving me crazy."

Qingran didn’t know how to comfort Ruan Ruan.

At this point in the book, because Xie Ying’an saved Wen Shiyi, her feelings for him quickly warmed up, and they were desk mates again.

Huang Qianyu had long been red with jealousy, constantly picking on Wen Shiyi and trying to trip her up, but Wen Shiyi was no naive sweetie, managing every time to make Xie Ying’an unable to stand by and not help her.

Over time, the classmates in their class all knew that Xie Ying’an had a bit of a thing for the new desk mate.

Now, Xie Ying’an hasn’t helped Wen Shiyi, yet when faced with Huang Qianyu, Wen Shiyi didn’t suffer at all, showing she is also quite formidable.

Qingran didn’t want to bring up Wen Shiyi, and the current plot was already slowly deviating from the main storyline. What was certain is that Xie Ying’an didn’t really like Wen Shiyi that much.

Qingran would even prefer to be further from the main storyline, and ideally, control her own destiny.

"By the way," Qingran suddenly remembered the Moments post Song Shize had made yesterday and asked Ruan Ruan, "Did you see the Moments post that Song Shize made yesterday?"

Ruan Ruan was a bit confused, and while reaching for her phone, she asked, "What Moments post?"

Ruan Ruan opened Song Shize’s Moments to check, finding that Song Shize was simply inhuman. He had specifically blocked Ruan Ruan from the post he made yesterday, and he had also deleted that update.

Perhaps he thought his objective had already been achieved.

Fortunately, Qingran always liked to have a backup plan, and she sent a screenshot she had taken yesterday to Ruan Ruan.

Ruan Ruan opened the picture and after staring at it for a long time, her mouth slowly spread into a grin.

Her fingers quickly tapped on the pinyin keyboard, and Qingran, with her 5.2 eyesight, saw the line of text Ruan Ruan sent—

Song Shize, did you enjoy stealing dogs yesterday?

Serves him right, Qingran thought.

Ruan Ruan tapped the picture and enlarged it to take a closer look.

After furrowing her brows and studying it for a while, she suddenly pointed to the back of God Ji for Qingran to see, "Ranran, does the back of this guy look a bit like God Ji?"

Qingran’s lips twitched, and against her conscience, she said, "...No, it doesn’t."

Contrary to expectation, Ruan Ruan nodded in agreement, "Looking at it enlarged, it really doesn’t seem like him."

Qingran quietly breathed a sigh of relief inside and picked up her pen to open her physics book.

"However," Ruan Ruan muttered softly to herself, "That bastard Song Shize, what does ’thief catches a thief’ mean? Could it be that someone else has been stealing dogs too?"

Qingran’s hand trembled, and a streak of ink marred the pages of her physics textbook.

During the lunch break, Huang Qianyu and Wen Shiyi were at it again. Their classmates were used to it by now and paid them no heed, continuing with whatever they were doing.

Huang Qianyu’s actions were as excessive as ever. She took the opportunity while Wen Shiyi was in the canteen for lunch to pour red and blue ink all over Wen Shiyi’s desk.

Using the same old tricks on different people, that’s Huang Qianyu’s style as the typical female antagonist.

When Wen Shiyi returned to the classroom and saw her desk smeared with ink, she left again without saying a word.

Qingran and Ruan Ruan entered the classroom right behind Wen Shiyi and were a bit confused to see her rush out with reddened eyes.

"It must be Huang Qianyu bullying her again," Ruan Ruan said with a shrug, looking helpless, "Shiyi’s family isn’t well-off, so she can’t stand up to Huang Qianyu like you can, Ranran."

Qingran’s eyes lowered, deep in thought. Indeed, Wen Shiyi’s family wasn’t in a good state.

Only when she entered the classroom did Qingran notice the ink splattered on Wen Shiyi’s desk. She glanced at Huang Qianyu.

Feeling Qingran’s eyes on her, Huang Qianyu raised her chin and smiled smugly.

Ruan Ruan tugged Qingran’s hand and whispered, "Ranran, Huang Qianyu is bad news. Don’t butt heads with her, it won’t do you any good. Let’s see how Shiyi deals with this. If it really doesn’t work out, we’ll step in to help."

Qingran had no intention of clashing with someone like Huang Qianyu. To put it as the internet would say—

Never argue with an idiot, because they’ll drag you down to their level and then beat you with experience.

Neither Qingran nor Ruan Ruan expected Wen Shiyi to bring Old Wu into this.

Even Huang Qianyu must have been surprised that Wen Shiyi would snitch. Her eyes widened in disbelief and disdain as she looked at Wen Shiyi.

Old Wu erupted in anger, smacking the podium loudly as he pointed at Wen Shiyi’s desk and demanded, "Who did this?"

Yet, his gaze was fixed on Huang Qianyu.

Wen Shiyi stood behind Old Wu with her head bowed, occasionally dabbing at her eyes with a tissue.

She looked very much like an innocent victim in anyone’s eyes.

Qingran wondered, was the protagonist of the book really like this? She seemed to remember that the protagonist was not like this at all.

Huang Qianyu denied everything. The classroom didn’t have cameras installed; evidence was paramount.

Wen Shiyi might silently cry, but Huang Qianyu would wail loudly—almost as if the world was ending—claiming that Old Wu was framing an innocent person and that she would seek justice from the principal.

Old Wu’s face turned ashen as he asked the other students if anyone had seen anything. Fearing Huang Qianyu’s retaliation, even those who might have seen something remained silent, and the matter was left unresolved.

The next day, Old Wu had a camera installed in the classroom.

Unable to openly cause trouble anymore, Huang Qianyu stayed silent. According to Ruan Ruan, Wen Shiyi also started to fight back, and the covert battle between them intensified.

However, none of these matters were significant to Qingran. What was most important to her now was the upcoming mid-term exams.

When she went home after school that day, Qingran asked Li Qing Mo if he knew why Xie Ying’an had taken a week off.

Li Qing Mo was just as clueless, bombarding her with questions: "Xie Ying’an took a week off? This week? What’s he up to?"

If Qingran knew what Xie Ying’an was doing, would she be asking?

At 10:30 PM, having finished her homework, Qingran lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

She reached for her phone, opened WeChat, found Xie Ying’an’s name, and typed and deleted over and over on the T9 keyboard, unable to send even a single message.

Feeling frustrated, she tossed her phone aside and pulled the covers over her head, trying to sleep.

Meanwhile, Xie Ying’an lay in bed with his phone, looking at Qingran’s WeChat status where it read "Typing...", but not a single word came through.

He chuckled lightly, his eyes brightening, and the gloom that had weighed on him for two days dissipated in an instant.