For five consecutive days, under Qingran’s urging, Xie Ying’an carved out ti every morning to recite classical Chinese prose and ancient poetry.
This joyfully exceeded the expectations of Old Wu, who was secretly observing them, while also bringing worries to his heart.
The joy was that Xie Ying’an was unlikely to lose points in Chinese on the next exam.
The worry was that it was quite clear this kid was on the verge of young love, probably just one step away.
In the eyes of Old Wu... no! In the eyes of all teachers, "young love" was absolutely taboo.
If a student’s grades fell during their adolescent years, teachers would first suspect they were experiencing young love, and then they would start to watch their every move closely.
Old Wu had been their age too, and even though his life back then was harder than it is now, there were tis when he wasn’t studying and he would daydream about romantic fantasies.
But thinking about it was one thing; actually acting on it was another.
The naive crush hidden in the depths of his heart turned into unrequited love. As ti passed, unrequited love turned into longing without fulfillnt, and thus they harbored a bright moonlight and cinnabar mole in their hearts.
However, looking back in middle age, he realized it was all no big deal and was mostly grateful he hadn’t let the hormones of puberty interfere with his studies.
It was this insight that made Old Wu not want his students to fall into the abyss of young love and end up with irretrievable regrets.
However, lately Old Wu had also noticed that Xie Ying’an might be a bit clueless, but Li Qingran was clearly prioritizing her studies.
Their daily interactions didn’t seem like those of young love.
Old Wu breathed a sigh of relief internally. Not having young love was the best scenario. He liked students like Li Qingran who were clear-headed, knowing what’s most important, and what they truly wanted.
But what use was Li Qingran’s clarity? In the eyes of the older generation like Old Wu, Xie Ying’an was the type of good-looking youth, and on top of that, he was academically successful. Although his temperant wasn’t the best, wasn’t that the kind of deanor all girls of their age liked?
Just as Old Wu’s tension eased, it tugged at his heart again.
Sigh~
Anyway, the parent-teacher etings were coming up soon. Old Wu thought to himself that he would remind the parents of Xie Ying’an and Li Qingran to be wary of the issue of young love.
The clear-headed Qingran was currently tackling a stack of physics papers given to her by Fang Jin.
They had gone out again at noon that day to make a few copies of those papers to work on.
After Qingran brought them back, she also gave a copy to Xie Ying’an. She had wanted to give one to Ruan Ruan, but Ruan Ruan refused with a look of horror, insisting that she didn’t want that paper at all.
It was said that it was a City No.1 High School physics teacher who had personally prepared the paper. This teacher’s ethics were questionable, selling the paper to eager parents from other schools at a higher price after distributing it to students at City No.1.
Perhaps because of the upcoming parent-teacher eting, the atmosphere in the class today was sowhat subdued.
After finishing a paper, Qingran stretched her right arm and then looked up to see Xie Ying’an’s sideways glance at her, his dark eyes shining as if they contained stars and oceans.
Unprepared for such a direct gaze, Qingran lowered her eyes and avoided looking at Xie Ying’an, only asking him: "Is your aunt coming ho today?"
"Yep," Xie Ying’an casually replied.
If she’s coming back today, she’ll surely make it to tomorrow’s parent-teacher eting, right?
Speaking of tomorrow’s parent-teacher eting, Qingran felt sowhat apprehensive rembering the last ti she fought with Huang Qianyu. Back then, her father was busy, and Zhao Yan had to pretend to be her parent.
Due to Qingran’s family circumstances, only her father could attend the parent-teacher etings. With so many students in the class, Old Wu hadn’t paid particular attention to any student’s family situation.
Even though he knew Zhao Yan was returning ho today, Xie Ying’an had made no ntion of wanting to go ho, and Qingran didn’t dare ask, fearing he might coldly retort with a "Are you trying to send away?".
Who could handle that?
While collecting the papers from her desk, Qingran, who was no longer being watched by Xie Ying’an, asked: "Did you already write out the classical Chinese text you morized this morning?"
Xie Ying’an looked up at her with a faint amusent in his eyes, appearing to hold a trace of an unfading smile: "Li Qingran, don’t go too far."
"Too far?" Qingran frowned slightly and placed the draft paper and pen in front of Xie Ying’an, her tone laced with a hint of helplessness: "Bla the... class, if you must. I’m forced to do this."
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