I Might Have Fallen in Love With My Childhood Sweetheart-Chapter 14 - 12 She’s Not Coming Anymore

Ruan Ruan held her phone in a mess for a long time; on the photo she clicked open, a male and a female were standing extremely close together on the school playground, their noses nearly touching.

The two people in the photo turned out to be Song Shize and the pretty vocational school girl who was at the school gate today.

Ruan Ruan glanced at Qingran, who was focused on reading a book on the sofa, then couldn't resist sliding her finger down to the piled comments below.

First floor: When books are needed, one bemoans their scarcity. Here I can only go "damn".

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Second floor: Mamma mia, (shock and horror) tell me, what did I see???

Ruan Ruan slid all the way to the seventh floor, leaning close to her phone screen as if she couldn't believe her own eyes.

Seventh floor (Song Shize): Bro, you took a pretty good shot

Song Shize didn't post anonymously, and his response didn't even contain any punctuation, making it clear that the mood of this guy must not be very great.

That is to say, anyone whose photo while hitting on someone gets posted on a public platform wouldn't be in a good mood.

The key point is that the poster who uploaded the photo even replied below the seventh floor with: It's not high-definition, but it can tell it's you, that's enough.

"Damn!" Ruan Ruan was completely bowled over by the domineering poster.

Ruan Ruan considered herself a virtuous and gentle girl well-versed in poetry and literature, and to maintain this image, she rarely cursed.

Qingran lifted her head and looked at her, "What did you see?"

"Ranran, quickly open the school forum and take a look."

"You've mentioned this school forum several times, what exactly is it?" Qingran puzzledly took out her phone and turned it on; it wasn't a big deal for students to carry phones in school, just that they had to be turned off during class.

After the phone booted up, WeChat displayed a red symbol with 999+ notifications.

Ruan Ruan leaned over to take a look and, seeing the red notification symbol, exclaimed in surprise, "Ranran, how do you manage not to be curious to check out so many messages?"

Someone with obsessive-compulsive disorder like Ruan Ruan simply couldn't tolerate red notification badges on an app.

"I don't have time to look at them." Qingran quickly tapped on WeChat to glance at it.

The top message was from Xie Ying'an; next to his grey profile picture was a red "4", and Qingran clicked to have a look.

17:23

X: Did you take notes on the physics from the other day?

17:23

X: If you did, send me a photo to see.

17:31

X: Reply when you see this.

17:49

X: Nevermind, no need to send.

Qingran looked puzzled, checked the current time – 18:12 – and after hesitating for a moment, she took out her physics notes, found the pages from the past few days, took a photo, and sent it over.

After Qingran had finished, Ruan Ruan beside her finally spoke up, "Ranran, open up the school forum link I sent you last time."

Following Ruan Ruan's instructions, Qingran dealt with it; her chat interface with Ruan Ruan still remained on the day she was drunk, all the chat history was there, except the link to the school forum was gone.

Qingran stared blankly at the words "school forum link sent" and had absolutely no recollection of whether she had replied to Ruan Ruan that day.

"Huh?" Ruan Ruan was also momentarily puzzled, rifling through the chat history with Qingran while muttering, "I remember I sent it to you..."

Before Ruan Ruan could find the chat records, a series of knocks suddenly sounded from outside the door.

Li Qing Mo's ears were sharp; holding a spatula, he went over to open the door. Not sure who it was outside, his voice came through puzzled, "Why are you here?"

The person who followed Li Qing Mo in was taller than him; Ruan Ruan caught sight of Xie Ying'an at a glance, feeling a bit apprehensive about him now, she quickly put away her phone and sat down obediently beside Qingran.

However, seeing the two of them walking together and dressed in home clothes, one of them even wearing an apron and holding a spatula, Ruan Ruan's desolate heart was instantly irrigated, becoming lively again.

Xie Ying'an and Li Qing Mo customarily visited each other's homes, and Li Qing Mo simply didn't treat him as a guest anymore, turning around and heading back to the kitchen.

Xie Ying'an looked over in Qingran's direction; when he saw Ruan Ruan, he was visibly taken aback.

Ruan Ruan waved awkwardly and greeted Xie Ying'an, "Hi, Brother An."

Xie Ying'an imperceptibly nodded his head and walked over to Qingran, stretching out his hand, "Physics notes."

"Oh." Qingran passed over the notebook she was still holding.

Xie Ying'an took the notebook and sat down on the sofa opposite them, casually browsing through the notes.

Qingran too was accustomed to studying with Xie Ying'an, so she lowered her head to continue looking at her phone. She hadn't set the class group to "Do Not Disturb," so almost all the unread messages came from there.

Under such circumstances, Ruan Ruan did not dare to let Qingran open the school forum anymore, and she couldn't help but sneak a peek at Xie Ying'an sitting across from her.

The boy caught between adolescence and youth is truly deserving of the title "school heartthrob." From this angle, with her 5.0 vision, she could clearly see his soft, slightly curly black hair, his long and straight eyelashes slightly drooping, hiding the pair of pitch-black eyes, a high and straight nose bridge, and lips of a lighter shade, all of which gave off an air of abstinence.

Such a big boy, if he were to fall into boundless desire, with his lips stained a bright red...

And what's more irresistible are his hands holding the notebook—fair, slender, and with distinctly articulated joints. If someone with a fetish for hands saw them, they'd probably never grow tired of playing with them even after a decade.

Ruan Ruan tried to be discreet with her glances, but Xie Ying'an, with his keen awareness, still caught her looking. He raised his eyes and glanced at Ruan Ruan with an indifferent frown. Ruan Ruan hurriedly lowered her head, pretending to look at her phone.

Without meaning to, she opened that post on the school forum again. She thought she might as well surf a bit since she had nothing better to do.

By the time Qingran finished browsing through some useful information and looked up, she found herself locking eyes with Xie Ying'an, who had been watching her with a book open in his hand, leaning back on the sofa. It was impossible to tell how long he had been watching.

As their eyes met, he didn't show any embarrassment; instead, he closed his notebook, took out his phone from his pocket, tapped on the screen a few times, then nodded his chin to indicate Qingran should check her phone.

Qingran's phone buzzed with the notification of a link sent by Xie Ying'an. She clicked it to find the first thing that caught her eye was a profile of Song Shize and a girl, their faces close together, much closer than the safe distance between a boy and a girl.

Qingran knew that Song Shize was never good news. Even in the first year of high school when he was so crazily pursuing her, he never stopped having fun with other girls behind her back.

"Did you see it?" Xie Ying'an asked across the coffee table.

"I did," Qingran withdrew from the page, not bothering to read any further.

Qingran's attitude left Xie Ying'an somewhat puzzled, but he did not hesitate to speak his mind: "No matter what you promised him before, with his kind of people, it's best if you stay away in the future."

Ruan Ruan, who had been eavesdropping, found her breath hitch at his words.

Damn, Brother An seems to have quite the domineering CEO vibe.

Qingran remained silent, gazing downward.

That day, she had said a word to Song Shize which led to his willingness to move out of class one. Everyone thought she had agreed to something with Song Shize, but in fact, it was not the case. She had simply mentioned, "Class seven is closest to the class of the second-year school beauty, sister."

Just that one sentence had Song Shize, who had been planning to give up pursuing her, seize the chance to back off gracefully.

Waiting for a response that never came, Xie Ying'an felt somewhat restless. He put the notebook on the coffee table and walked away with long strides.

He didn't leave a word of farewell, which was utterly unlike Xie Ying'an's usual style.

A while later, Li Qingmo came out with a plate full of dishes. He looked around and asked Qingran, "Where's Xie Ying'an?"

"He's gone," Qingran took the plate from his hands and headed for the dining table, "Ruan Ruan, come and eat,"

Ruan Ruan answered and set down her phone to come over.

"Why did he leave?" Li Qingmo muttered to himself, opening the door to look outside. Xie Ying'an's silhouette was nowhere to be seen, and it had started drizzling at some point.

Qingran's hands paused while arranging the tableware. Xie Ying'an's residence was a fair distance from theirs, and she wasn't sure if he had come by car or if he had brought an umbrella.

Often, Qingran acted before thinking. She said, "Ruan Ruan, Brother Li, you guys start eating. I'll go have a look."

Then she grabbed an umbrella by the door and ran out without looking back, not even giving Ruan Ruan a chance to stop her.

The drizzle was light but annoying, and Qingran paused after taking a few steps out of the front gate. She turned around, holding the umbrella.

Xie Ying'an was leaning against the wall outside the door watching her, his pitch-black eyes as deep as mirrors. At the sight of Qingran, the shadow of death that had clung to him dissipated without a trace.

"What are you doing running out in the rain?" He stood up and walked toward Qingran in the light rain. "Are you looking for me?"

Qingran raised the umbrella higher to cover both of their heads. She herself couldn't understand why she had suddenly rushed out.

Perhaps it was the overly stimulating sugar from the afternoon coffee, or maybe because it suddenly occurred to her that this boy in front of her had beaten up Song Shize with Li Qingmo more than once for her.

Due to the sudden memories of transmigration that had sprung into her mind in recent days, she had been somewhat cold towards Xie Ying'an.

Xie Ying'an took the umbrella, which was hard for Qingran to hold up, and escorted her to the doorway, "Go back."

Xie Ying'an showed no intention of going inside.

Qingran paused while opening the door and looked back at Xie Ying'an, "Won't you come in?"

Xie Ying'an shook his head, "I have things to do."

The rain grew heavier, and the somber silhouette of the boy vanished into the depths of the rainy curtain.

The stray cat hiding under a tree in a makeshift wooden house was yowling it with hunger.

The black-clothed boy lying on a tree branch had his baseball cap pulled down over his face, obscuring his expression.

His clothes were soaked from the rain dripping off the leaves, and his phone in his right pocket kept vibrating, but the black-clothed boy seemed to hear nothing.

It wasn't until the sky had completely darkened that Ji Yanchen came to his senses, took off his drenched baseball cap, and climbed down from the tree.

The stray cat by his feet kept meowing at him, and he picked up the smallest one, which was now so dirty that its original color could scarcely be made out.

The boy's voice was hoarse, murmuring: "She's not coming anymore..."

His words, indistinguishable in emotion, were all that remained in the wind and rain.