I Might Have Fallen in Love With My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 92 - 88: Solving Problems on the Blackboard

Chapter 92: Chapter 88: Solving Problems on the Blackboard

Due to the addition of two hours of evening self-study, commuting students now also need to have dinner at school.

Qingran had finished her dinner and parted ways with Ruan Ruan. Old Wu specially came over today to tell her to attend the physics class for an hour tonight.

When Qingran arrived at the physics class, there were only three to five students present, and Wen Shiyi was one of them.

Perhaps because of the incident at noon, Wen Shiyi felt a bit awkward upon seeing Qingran. She just glanced up briefly and quickly lowered her head to continue reading, not even giving the friendly greeting she used to.

Qingran had just arrived and didn’t realize there was someone at that spot; it was empty.

The physics class only meets for an hour each day, and many students were not used to leaving their books in this classroom, so the desks of absent students were empty.

In this class, apart from Wen Shiyi, Qingran really didn’t recognize any other faces. As she entered the classroom, she casually asked an early-arriving student, "Hello, are there any empty seats left in this class?"

"Empty seat?" The boy, engrossed in his book, lifted his head and looked at Qingran blankly before pushing up his slightly slipping glasses.

He didn’t know her, but she was pretty enough for him to immediately try to get acquainted.

The spectacled boy’s attitude warmed up instantly; he stood up, and it turned out he was almost as tall as Qingran.

No wonder he could sit in the front row.

The boy with glasses sneakily took several glances at Qingran before chuckling, "Oh, are you new here? The physics competition is only about ten days away, why are you so late?"

Qingran awkwardly smiled, not sure how to respond.

The boy with glasses wasn’t clueless; he quickly realized Qingran’s awkwardness, looked around the classroom, and scratched his head, "I usually don’t pay much attention to my classmates. For empty seats, maybe you should ask..."

He paused mid-sentence, his eyes widening in surprise as he looked behind Qingran.

Following his gaze, Qingran turned back and saw Xie Ying’an striding over. When he reached her side, he cast a casual glance at the boy with glasses and grabbed Qingran’s arm, pulling her back.

Qingran hadn’t recovered from her surprise yet.

Huh? Isn’t Xie Ying’an not attending physics class? He even had a dispute with Old Wu because of it.

By the time Xie Ying’an had pulled Qingran to sit in the fifth row in the middle, she finally snapped back to reality.

"Your seat?" she asked.

Xie Ying’an nodded his head. Without his textbooks, he asked Qingran, "Why didn’t you call me when you were coming to class?"

Qingran: "..."

You made such a fuss with Old Wu to avoid attending physics class, who in the class doesn’t know?

Stared at by Qingran for a while, Xie Ying’an seemed to recall his actions from before, and he awkwardly touched his nose, turning his head away to avoid her gaze.

Meanwhile, Wen Shiyi in front glanced back at them twice.

Qingran lowered her eyes to her book, pretending not to notice Wen Shiyi’s look.

It’s either the way plots change or how fickle people’s hearts are, it always feels a bit annoying. Now, her relationship with Wen Shiyi had cooled down, much like it was in books - neither cold nor warm.

The physics teacher, assigned to their class, arrived soon carrying course materials.

The physics teacher was a woman, probably around 35 years old, specially invited by the principal to teach them.

The teacher’s gaze lingered on Xie Ying’an for a while but eventually, she said nothing.

She glanced at Qingran briefly, and perhaps due to time constraints, she glossed over the introduction of the new student, "I heard our class has a new student ranked second in the grade, let’s welcome the new student."

Sparse applause sounded through the classroom.

The physics teacher quickly signaled for silence and picked up the textbook to begin today’s lesson.

With less than ten days until the competition, the physics teacher’s lecture pace was very fast, and classmates were mostly taking notes on key points by the end of the class.

Qingran did not find studying burdensome; she had achieved good grades over the years through genuine talent and knowledge.

Approaching the class’s end, the physics teacher wrote two physics problems, one on the left and one on the right of the blackboard, and surveyed the classroom, possibly signaling it was time for the questioning session.

"Wen Shiyi," the physics teacher looked at Wen Shiyi, pointing to the problem on the right: "Please solve this one."

"Alright, teacher."

Wen Shiyi stood up and walked to the podium, picked up a chalk, and began solving the question on the right side.

"For this problem on the left, the new student..."the physics teacher chuckled lightly at Qingran, "I’m sorry, I still can’t remember your name."

Qingran stood up from her seat and introduced herself: "Hello teacher, I’m Li Qingran."

"Hello, Student Li Qingran." The physics teacher nodded approvingly and pointed to the problem on the left board: "Please solve this one."

Solving problems with the female protagonist on the same podium, one on the left and one on the right?

Honestly, Qingran was not confident.

She knew this was the physics teacher’s way of gauging her level, especially since her grades had not been very good before the midterm exams this year.

But the protagonist also has a halo, that day near Xie Ying’an, the protagonist’s halo did not outshine the male protagonist’s, but if she went up next to solve the problem, being so close to the protagonist and far from the male protagonist...

Qingran felt even less confident, but now that the arrow was on the bowstring, she had to shoot. In a moment of urgency, she reached under the table and grabbed Xie Ying’an’s hand.

In a daze, Qingran felt like the hand she grasped had been waiting for her a long time, being tightly clenched as soon as she reached out.

It seemed as if she could hear a soft, pleased laugh from the youth beside her.

After about a dozen seconds, Qingran let go of Xie Ying’an’s hand and walked confidently towards the podium.

During this time, she dared not look at Xie Ying’an’s expression.

Due to the hurried preparation of the new classroom, multimedia was not yet implemented, still using the old blackboard from when the school was built.

The two problems written by the physics teacher were not simple; Wen Shiyi’s solution process already nearly filled half of the right side of the blackboard.

By the time Qingran got to the podium, her emotions had stabilized. She picked up the chalk and once more looked at the problem, vaguely recalling an impression of the solution, and began to resolve it.

The girl’s thought process was clear, her solving steps concise and accurate, and although she started several minutes after Wen Shiyi, they finished the problem almost simultaneously.

The students in this class, who all had some achievements in physics, were initially stunned by Qingran’s problem-solving approach.

A whispering discussion ensued below.

After placing the chalk back into the holder, Wen Shiyi walked down the right aisle, Qingran the left.

When Qingran returned to her seat, the embarrassing situation she feared did not occur; Xie Ying’an looked up thoughtfully at the problem she solved on the blackboard.

The solutions on both sides of the blackboard, with the left being exceptionally streamlined yet intuitively clear when steps were followed, revealed an epiphany.

The method to solve this problem had been distilled so brilliantly!

The approach for the problem on the right, solved by Wen Shiyi, which involved several formulas, was comparatively much more complex than the left.

Without a comparison, Wen Shiyi’s solution would undoubtedly seem flawless.

But with Qingran’s succinct problem-solving approach seen first, Wen Shiyi’s method felt overly complicated no matter how one looked at it.

The physics teacher also observed Qingran’s solving approach, taking a moment before turning to face the students with a smile. Looking at Qingran, her eyes held admiration.

"Such an unconventional problem-solving approach like Student Li Qingran’s," she paused before slowly continuing: "In the past few years, I’ve only seen it with a math genius at F High."