I Might Have Fallen in Love With My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 67 - 63 Midterm Exam

Chapter 67: Chapter 63 Midterm Exam

The midterm exams are scheduled for April 9th and April 10th.

Qingran has been so busy reviewing that she barely has time to check her phone, let alone visit the school forum.

Li Qingmo sees her like this, and his sense of crisis increases intensely. During this period, he didn’t care about how many ranks he dropped; he spent more time studying than Qingran, no less than her.

Mr. Li finds the siblings’ attitude towards studying a bit hard to adapt to. He thinks they were fine during their elementary and middle school years, but now in high school, every exam seems like a fierce competition for them.

Fortunately, this competition has a positive aspect. Regarding their studies, Mr. Li never forces them to achieve specific results, but seeing their proactive attitude still brings him much comfort, making him spirited even during business negotiations.

What Qingran finds annoying is her desk mate, Xie Ying’an, who still appears lazy during class, writing tests haphazardly and losing focus halfway through the lesson.

And what’s more infuriating, he still scores full marks on small tests.

Simply unbelievable.

It’s not just Qingran - the mood of the entire class cannot be summed up with just a "holy cow".

However, Wen Shiyi, who emerged as a dark horse, has firmly secured the second rank in the class after several rounds of tests.

Thanks to Wen Shiyi’s good results, Old Wu wasn’t so angry anymore about Qingran’s decreased performance.

Qingran feels that the only benefit of sitting next to Xie Ying’an is that she can get help from him when she only partially understands a problem.

Surprisingly, at this time, Xie Ying’an is particularly patient, explaining once and then switching to a different perspective to explain again, significantly enhancing Qingran’s problem-solving thought process.

Li Ce, sitting behind them, was so astonished that his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

After a few instances, Li Ce also started asking Xie Ying’an questions when he encountered problems he couldn’t solve. At first, Xie Ying’an half-heartedly taught him.

After twice, Xie Ying’an lost his patience. When Li Ce came over again, Xie Ying’an just gave him a cold look, scaring Li Ce, leaving him unsure whether to come or go.

Li Ce’s desk mate, Zheng Chunming, is a girl who looks gentle at first glance but is actually quite bold. Seeing Li Ce return with his still-empty test paper, she almost burst into laughter, leaning over the desk.

Li Ce, frustrated, looked at her: "What’s so funny!"

Zheng Chunming covered her stomach, trying to suppress her laughter, and another hand wiping tears from her laughter: "Oh man, you really looked like a wronged little wife just now, hilarious, holy cow..."

High school students still act like a bunch of immature kids, liking to give nicknames to desk mates or friends they get along well with.

Li Ce thus gloriously earned the nickname "Toilet Paper".

"Enough already, Chunni," Li Ce rolled his eyes and just sat down on his stool, when he saw the class dark horse, Wen Shiyi, also coming over with her test paper, apparently to ask Xie Ying’an for help.

Toilet Paper... ah, no, Li Ce had just been snubbed by Xie Ying’an and now really wanted to see if Xie Ying’an was different towards girls.

Li Ce and Zheng Chunming exchanged looks and pretended to work on their assignments, while their gazes secretly drifted to the front.

Recently, Wen Shiyi’s grades positioned her eternally as the class’s second best.

Without the teacher around, she could only ask Xie Ying’an for help if there was a problem she couldn’t solve.

Seeing Wen Shiyi approaching, Qingran’s pen paused for a moment. She pretended to be nonchalant and continued solving problems, but her peripheral vision kept watch over the interactions between the male and female protagonists in the textbooks.

Xie Ying’an was even more indifferent than Qingran imagined. He glanced down at the problem Wen Shiyi was pointing at, furrowed his brows lightly, and said softly, "I don’t know."

Wen Shiyi didn’t find it awkward at all, smiled softly, revealing a pair of cute canines, and said, "So you don’t know either. It seems I will have to ask the teacher instead."

Zheng Chunming: "Just as I thought."

Li Ce: "I feel better now."

Qingran continued to check her answers against Xie Ying’an’s test paper and, after Wen Shiyi had left, she deliberately flipped back two pages to see whether Xie Ying’an truly did not know the answer.

On the following two pages, Xie Ying’an had skipped many questions he considered simple, but the very question that Wen Shiyi had asked was thoroughly answered, seemingly using more than one method to solve it.

For Wen Shiyi, a question she couldn’t solve was indeed a challenge for Xie Ying’an as well.

Qingran glanced sideways at Xie Ying’an.

Xie Ying’an, cupping his chin and drooping his eyes, played with the pen in his hand listlessly, revealing a hint of rebellion in the young boy’s demeanor at first glance.

Ruan Ruan, being a fujoshi, often privately told Qingran that Brother An seemed cold and abstinent at first glance, but if he met someone he loved to the bone, he would fall into endless passion...

Tsk, tsk, tsk, that longing expression of Ruan Ruan was unbearable for Qingran.

But Qingran knew that Xie Ying’an had never really undergone any significant emotional changes from the beginning to the end, expecting him to fall into endless passion?

Ha, better to change the author of that book.

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On the day of the midterm exam, Qingran and Wen Shiyi, as expected, weren’t in the same examination room.

Instead, Xie Ying’an’s examination room was right next to Qingran’s.

When they entered the examination room together, Xie Ying’an patted Qingran on the shoulder, the young man was smiling, his originally cold eyes softened, which was indescribably attractive.

In any case, he looked extremely good.

Qingran heard a few girls in front of them who hadn’t entered the exam room yet, suppressing their squeals.

He said: "Good luck, try to be in the top ten of the grade, don’t let me lose."

Lose?

Qingran was startled, lose what?

Xie Ying’an didn’t say anything further, he waved his hand to her and turned to enter the classroom next door.

When the actual test paper was handed out, Qingran didn’t have the mood to think about anything else; the results of this period’s efforts would finally be revealed after this exam.

They had Chinese and Biology in the morning, the schedule was very tight.

The questions this time were generally difficult, and the breath of anguish from many classmates could be heard as soon as the test papers were distributed.

The proctor was a female teacher, walking back and forth in the corridors with a stern face, seeing each student looking worried, she had no particular reaction.

Qingran finally felt the benefits of her intense test preparation this period; there were many question types on the paper she had practiced before, making it almost like a fish in water.

For Qingran, Chinese wasn’t difficult, mainly involving memorization and reading comprehension.

For Xie Ying’an, who hadn’t flipped through a Chinese textbook in ages, it was a bit annoying.

After finishing the exams in the morning, Qingran felt a slight relief when she handed in her paper.

Xie Ying’an was already waiting in the classroom for her; the school didn’t restrict the movements of students during these two days of midterm exams.

Since they couldn’t bring phones, Qingran couldn’t meet up with Li Qingmo and Ruan Ruan, so she had to eat with Xie Ying’an at a restaurant by the school gate.

In the afternoon, they had Chemistry and English, and English has always been Qingran’s strong suit.

After finishing the four subjects, on their way back, she rarely took the initiative to discuss the answers with Xie Ying’an.

There wasn’t much to discuss about Chinese and English, but for Biology and Chemistry, their answers for several major questions almost matched up.

Qingran was somewhat happy, her steps lightened significantly as they walked.

She thought, if her scores were affected by the typical protagonist’s aura and turned out poor again, she might have to consider transferring schools.