I Might Have Fallen in Love With My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 82 - 78: Summoned

Chapter 82: Chapter 78: Summoned

How long can the male protagonist’s aura last? Even after school in the evening, Li Qingran still hadn’t figured it out.

After the mid-term exams, homework and test papers assigned by teachers from various subjects had truly piled up into a mountain.

During this special period that should be focused on studying, clearly, teachers care more about grades than they do.

Not even five minutes after the school bell rang, Li Qingran hadn’t even had time to pack the test papers on her desk into her backpack when Song Shize, that guy, already appeared at the doorway of class one.

Not many students from class one had left yet, and seeing Second Generation Son, each of them expressed surprise before casually glancing towards Li Qingran.

After all, Song Shize had once famously pursued Li Qingran during freshman year; those who weren’t successfully charmed by him likely became his unreachable moon or cinnabar mole.

Li Qingran didn’t think Song Shize was there to find her; now that Song Shize was Ruan Ruan’s boyfriend, he was probably there to find Ruan Ruan.

Second Generation Son, the bad example, was somewhat known in every class, and even if one didn’t venture out of their house, a stroll on the school forum would reveal all those ’great deeds’ he had done.

"Xie Ying’an, come out!" Song Shize called out at the classroom door.

Class one students were instantly puzzled. When did the Second Generation Son start hanging out with the scholarly Xie Ying’an?

One was the top student of the second year, and the other was the second-last; they didn’t seem to belong to the same world at all.

Even Li Qingran was puzzled. After all, there had been no mention of Xie Ying’an and Song Shize interacting recently, the two were simply not from the same circle.

Song Shize disliked all studious and better-looking boys than him.

Xie Ying’an didn’t think highly of rich kids like Song Shize who just fool around and occasionally stir up trouble.

From their initial mutual dislike to a barely peaceful coexistence, it had already been no easy feat, could it be possible that they could become close friends?

Li Qingran looked curiously at Xie Ying’an. Xie Ying’an glanced at Song Shize standing at the classroom doorway, then continued to look down at his phone, appearing indifferent and showing no intention of going out.

Looks like Song Shize is being hot-headed all by himself.

"Xie Ying’an!!!" Song Shize raised his voice at the door, perhaps worried that a second call without Xie Ying’an coming out would embarrass him.

He then added, "I came to class one to find someone breaking the rules of the game, aren’t you going to help?"

Xie Ying’an finally put down his phone, glanced at Li Qingran, and stood up to walk towards the classroom door.

The two boys stood at the classroom door whispering something, Li Qingran could only see Xie Ying’an’s profile from her angle.

The boy’s eyes slightly downcast, his side profile showed a high, straight nose, his lightly red lips un-pursed, and his soft black hair draped over his forehead.

"Holy crap, I’m totally smitten by Brother An’s peerless beauty, especially his side profile, super handsome!" Zheng Chunming’s voice came from behind.

"Psh!" Her deskmate Li Ce scoffed disdainfully: "Last time on the sports field, when you saw the freshman, you said you liked the ’puppy’ type."

"How are those the same?" Zheng Chunming retorted: "How can a ’puppy’ compare to my Brother An?"

"Hmph!"

Li Ce sneered: "Did you hear what the spoiled rich kid just said? Someone not following the game rules? Did you participate in the voting that day?"

"I did, but I obviously voted that Qingran could make it into the top ten of the grade, she’s been my deskmate for so long, how could I not see her effort?" Zheng Chunming said proudly.

This time, Li Ce had no reply.

"Hey, suddenly scared?" Zheng Chunming asked Li Ce: "Don’t tell me you voted that Qing couldn’t make it?"

"Impossible?" Li Ce raised his voice slightly, then quickly lowered it: "This game is obviously meant to stir up trouble; I didn’t participate at all."

Zheng Chunming didn’t believe him: "Humph, I see you’re just afraid of losing."

The two at the door quickly came to an agreement, and the two boys left class one together.

As they disappeared into the distance, Ruan Ruan approached Li Qingran, pouting her lips and complaining: "Normally I don’t think Song Shize is ugly, but just now when he stood next to Brother An, I realized Song Shize is just so ugly."

Qingran picked up her backpack and walked out with her: "Is it that exaggerated?"

Song Shize is actually quite handsome, but he’s too frivolous, always neither sitting nor standing properly, and if someone gives him an extra glance, he starts cursing. That’s why people usually overlook his appearance.

"Exaggerated?" Ruan Ruan was clearly disgusted: "Ranran, choosing this kind of guy as your first love, I really lost big time."

Qingran laughed, rarely joking with her: "It’s okay, find someone better looking next time."

Ruan Ruan nodded vigorously, agreeing with a huge grin: "I heard there are the most handsome guys in college, really looking forward to it."

Clearly, no one took this bet-like love affair with Song Shize seriously.

What Ruan Ruan’s husband was like in her past life, Qingran couldn’t remember, but it definitely wasn’t Song Shize.

Song Shize is not a good man, his love history never ceased, passing through countless affairs - how could he escape untouched?

Ruan Ruan, on the other hand, yearned for an ordinary life, a husband, a son and a daughter, working at sunrise, resting at sunset.

So in her past life, there was virtually no interaction between Ruan Ruan and Song Shize; they were like parallel lines, briefly meeting a few times then following their separate paths.

The playground was still full of bustling noise, but Ruan Ruan wasn’t interested today.

"No fun," she said: "The whole thing was Song Erque showing off and acting cool, acting like he won the bet."

Qingran didn’t take the bet to heart, letting them play however they wanted.

Qingran asked: "With such commotion on the playground, doesn’t the school care?"

"Care?" Ruan Ruan thought about it, her expression slowly deforming, she pointed towards the direction of the fourth floor: "I stood there after school yesterday watching for a long time. Several teachers and the principal went over there. From so far away I could see the principal grinning, even giving Song Shize a pat on the shoulder like he was encouraged, probably thinking they saved money on cleaning services for the month. They were probably too happy to care."

Qingran: "..."

Qingran’s expression was also a bit unspeakable; she never expected such an outcome.

"But Ranran, you really did amazing this time, from fifth in the grade straight to the second. I heard that Fang Jin, who has always been the perennial second place, stood at the rankings board for a long time in disbelief, not accepting he dropped to fourth."

"As long as you put in the effort, it’s possible," Qingran patted Ruan Ruan’s shoulder, in a tone simulating Old Wu’s earnestness: "Ruannuan, the mid-term exams were a bit more difficult this time, maintaining your rank is as good as improving, keep it up!"

Ruan Ruan was momentarily stunned, her expression somewhat comic.

"Wow!" When Ruan Ruan reacted, she pounced and hugged Qingran’s shoulders, "Ranran, you really sounded just like Old Wu."

The two of them walked to the school gate and saw Wen Siqi.

This time, Wen Siqi was evidently much more low-key than before.

She recognized Qingran and Ruan Ruan, and raised her finely drawn willow eyebrows: "Hey! Have you seen Wen Shiyi?"

Seeing a rival in love, Ruan Ruan’s eyebrows raised even higher, "Even if I did see her, why should I tell you?"

Wen Siqi glared, taking several quick steps up to Ruan Ruan and Qingran: "Are you looking for trouble?"

Ruan Ruan didn’t even bother giving her a glance.

But Qingran fearlessly smiled: "Weren’t you the one who asked us first? We have the right to answer or not, and even more right to choose how to answer."

Wen Siqi crossed her arms and huffed: "Stop wrapping it up in all that fancy talk, I heard Wen Shiyi didn’t do well this time, hasn’t been home for two days, phone unreachable. My mom sent me to check if she came to school, just let me know if you’ve seen her, that’s all."

Ruan Ruan tugged at her mouth, "You guys call being third in the grade doing poorly?"

"Isn’t it?" Wen Siqi clearly had no concept outside of being first: "Wen Shiyi has been the top since she was born, finishing third this time her dad definitely can’t accept it."

Qingran was taken aback.

Suddenly, she remembered from the book that after Wen Shiyi transferred schools, her grades had once dropped to a perpetual second place, and her mood plummeted to rock bottom, often asking Xie Ying’an for advice sporadically.

In the book, Xie Ying’an wasn’t as indifferent towards Wen Shiyi as now, and though not answering every question, they often solved problems together.

Within a moment’s transition, Qingran said to Wen Siqi: "Shiyi entered a physics competition, she’s probably in class now, should be more than an hour."

Wen Siqi tugged at her mouth, giving a fake smile: "Thanks."