I Might Have Fallen in Love With My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 96 - 92: Good Luck

Chapter 96: Chapter 92: Good Luck

The physics class that followed became increasingly tense.

The physics teacher would not say a word more than necessary in class, except for discussing problems.

After having mentioned Qingran’s talent in class that day and the ensuing controversy, the physics teacher seemed to have stopped asking Qingran to solve problems at the board since then.

Today was the last physics class.

Close to the end of the class, the physics teacher habitually wrote two problems on the blackboard.

This time, two people were called to solve them: Xie Ying’an and Wen Shiyi.

Qingran had noticed that this physics teacher seemed to have a particular fondness for Wen Shiyi, calling her to the board to solve problems almost every few days. In this physics class, Wen Shiyi was the student who was called up the most frequently.

That did satisfy the aspect of being the teacher’s favorite in the books.

The two problems this time were not simple, and Wen Shiyi still walked over from the right side, standing in front of the problem for a while, seemingly at a loss for where to begin.

Xie Ying’an was still sitting at his desk with a carefree attitude, and Qingran thought he hadn’t heard, considering Xie Ying’an had been attending classes but often daydreamed during them.

She gently tugged on Xie Ying’an’s arm, only to have him suddenly grab her fingers.

The boy’s warm and dry fingers intertwined with hers, clasping tightly together.

Qingran glanced over in slight panic, Xie Ying’an’s gaze was fixed on the blackboard, as if he was contemplating the solution to the problem.

It was as if the person holding Qingran’s hand wasn’t him at all.

If it weren’t for the fact that his eyelashes didn’t quiver, Qingran might have almost believed him.

She struggled with some effort, but couldn’t break free.

"I’m a bit nervous," the boy said without moving his lips, and it was unclear how the sound came out: "Let me borrow some of your good luck from last time’s problem-solving."

Ha! Qingran felt like sneering.

I really believed your nervous act!

Wasn’t Xie Ying’an just indirectly reminding her that before she went up to solve the problem at the board last time, she had also grabbed his hand?

Since boys generally have more strength than girls, Qingran was afraid of being seen by others and didn’t dare to struggle any more.

At the end of April, the weather was getting somewhat warm, and a thin layer of sweat formed on their palms in a short while.

After teaching Xie Ying’an for over a month, the physics teacher and the classmates in this class had come to understand Xie Ying’an; he would definitely not stand at the podium to think if he had no idea where to start with a problem.

Qingran struggled again, and Xie Ying’an seemed to have come up with a solution, finally letting go of her hand and meandering towards the podium with long strides.

Wen Shiyi was still searching for a solution.

Qingran heaved a sigh of relief and finally settled down to look at the problems on the blackboard.

The problem on the left side was mostly obscured by Xie Ying’an; she couldn’t see the rest of it.

Qingran turned to look at the problem on the right side. Wen Shiyi, holding a piece of chalk, was still contemplating the problem, probably without any solution in mind yet.

The problem that Wen Shiyi was dealing with was indeed difficult, which explained why she had been staring at it for so long.

Qingran picked up a pen and bowed her head, jotting down the given conditions of that problem on the draft paper.

The chalk moved across the blackboard with squeaking sounds. Wen Shiyi seemed to be getting anxious; she glanced at Xie Ying’an and, despite herself, began to write down formulas.

As soon as the first formula was written, Qingran spotted the flaw; Wen Shiyi’s approach to the problem was incorrect, as she had been misled by the distractor in the problem.

Once the first formula is wrong, there’s no need to look at the rest; they are bound to be incorrect as well.

Xie Ying’an had finished writing and tossed the chalk into the trash can, looking at his fingers, now white with chalk dust, with some distaste.

Returning to his seat, he asked Qingran for a wet wipe.

Qingran blinked, looking at Xie Ying’an with confusion, and whispered, "How did you know I have wet wipes in my bag?"

Xie Ying’an also paused, quickly realizing his misstep and avoiding Qingran’s gaze, he asked with a touch of guilt, "You don’t have any?"

Then he added, "Don’t all you girls carry these things around?"

As if all of us carry these around—Ruan Ruan and Zheng Chunming never carry wet wipes with them.

It was only because she found her palms too sticky from sweating in the summer that she kept a pack of wet wipes in her school bag.

Qingran reached into her bag to retrieve a small pack of wet wipes and passed them to Xie Ying’an, while internally mocking his faux cleanliness—couldn’t stand the touch of chalk and needed a wet wipe.

The boy meticulously wiped each finger with a wet wipe, his long, straight eyelashes casting a shadow, and for unknown reasons, the mole beneath his eye was as red as his earlobes, as though he had gone through some guilty ordeal.

After all, Qingran had grown up with him and could tell something was off with Xie Ying’an.

But if Xie Ying’an didn’t want to talk about it, what could she do—force it out of him?

Qingran lifted her head to look at the problem Xie Ying’an had solved; compared to Wen Shiyi’s, Xie Ying’an’s problem was a bit more complex.

However, Xie Ying’an’s approach to solving the problem was far from convoluted; it could be described as succinct when compared to Wen Shiyi’s steps.

Many classmates were hunched over their draft papers working on the problem from the blackboard, and the only sound in the classroom was the scratching of pens on paper.

When Wen Shiyi finally noticed something was wrong, she stepped back and reviewed the solution steps. Turning around, her face exhibited tension and urgency.

Wen Shiyi whispered something to the physics teacher standing beside her, and the teacher nodded in acknowledgment.

Wen Shiyi erased her half-day’s work with a blackboard eraser and picked up the chalk again to start over, this time with the correct approach to the problem.

Qingran was solving Xie Ying’an’s problem in her own way. After getting her answer, she looked up to compare it with Xie Ying’an’s.

Exactly the same—it seemed there was no mistake.

Xie Ying’an turned slightly to look her way, and upon seeing Qingran’s answer, the corners of the boy’s mouth slowly formed a curve, "See, I told you, absorbing your good luck."

Qingran: "..."

Yeah, right!

After Wen Shiyi finished her problem, the physics teacher began explaining both problems.

Perhaps because it was the last period, the students were listening very attentively.

Before class ended, the physics teacher bid farewell to the students: "Classmates, our brief teacher-student relationship will end soon, but as the saying goes, paths may cross again someday. I hope you all will make breakthroughs in physics..."

The atmosphere in the classroom grew somewhat somber. At the tender age of sixteen or seventeen, when emotions run deep, the sudden sentimentality caused several girls to shed tears.

Xie Ying’an particularly disliked seeing girls cry; he glanced sidelong at Qingran, having thought of several ways to respond if Qingran were to cry.

But in reality, when he looked at her, the anticipated scene of a teary, pear-flowered girl did not happen.

Qingran was diligently working on the physics problems that the teacher had just explained, using the formulas from the physics exercise book she had only had for nine days.

Xie Ying’an took a quick peek at the page number, Page 79.

After over a month of physics lessons, there were probably very few students in the class who had actually worked through to Page 79 of the exercise book.

Tsk!

Xie Ying’an thought to himself: It seems that Li Qingran kicking him and Li Qingmo out each night at ten o’clock was a bit premature; she definitely wasn’t going to bed at ten as she claimed!

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