I Might Have Fallen in Love With My Childhood Sweetheart-Chapter 18 - 16 God Ji Climbs the Wall

Xie Ying'an, who did not participate in the fight, did not need to have his parents called in.

Old Wu took a few of them to the parent reception room to wait for their parents to arrive.

Mr. Li was on a business trip and wouldn't be back for a few days. The siblings looked at each other, not sure what to do.

On his way out, Xie Ying'an whispered into Qingran's ear: "My mom came back yesterday."

Qingran's eyes brightened, and she used Old Wu's phone to make a call.

Rotund Mr. Huang arrived quickly. Seeing her father, Huang Qianyu could no longer hold back her tears, clutching Mr. Huang's sleeve and weeping pitifully.

"Dad, they hit me, I'm in so much pain... Wuu..."

"Ugh!" Ruan Ruan snorted disdainfully, her face full of contempt.

Mr. Huang, who had his child late in life, couldn't stand to see his daughter bullied. His eyes widened: "Who dares to hit my daughter?"

Then he turned to Old Wu: "Teacher Wu, my daughter was beaten at your school. I hope you can explain this to me!"

Old Wu knew Mr. Huang had some influence in City F, but he always stood up to authority; no matter how imposing Mr. Huang was, Huang Qianyu was wrong.

Old Wu gestured for Mr. Huang to take a seat: "Mr. Huang, please sit down. I'll explain the situation with Huang Qianyu to you first."

Old Wu explained the whole story of Huang Qianyu cheating and inciting trouble before the incident happened.

The more Mr. Huang listened, the grimmer his face became. His indulgence in his daughter was not without limits. A man who could manage a public company knows right from wrong.

Mr. Huang slapped Huang Qianyu on the arm, "How could you do something as grave as cheating on an exam? Haven't I told you, it's fine if you get bad grades, what's wrong with that? I didn't even finish middle school, and I still became a big boss, didn't I?"

Old Wu was speechless at such an approach to education.

Huang Qianyu rolled her eyes; she could no longer cry at this point.

Mr. Huang was still trying to justify his words, "Teacher Wu, no matter what my child did wrong, they should not have hit her..."

Ruan Ruan interrupted him: "Uncle, please get your facts straight, your daughter was the one who hit first!"

Mr. Huang was taken aback, immediately looking at Huang Qianyu, who hung her head silently.

Next to arrive was Shi Fanfan's mother, Mrs. Shi. Dressed for success, she appeared like a powerful career woman. Upon arriving, she first gave Shi Fanfan a stern look.

Shi Fanfan slightly shuddered, apparently quite afraid of her mother.

Mrs. Shi, with a business-like smile, shook hands with Old Wu, "Teacher Wu, I am really sorry, my daughter has caused you trouble because she doesn't understand better."

Old Wu was tough with the tough and soft with the soft. He reassured Mrs. Shi: "Shi Fanfan is usually very obedient. There must be other reasons for this incident. As a teacher, I hope you, as parents, can devote more time to your children, especially since they are going through a critical period right now."

"Yes, yes." Mrs. Shi nodded repeatedly, and then added with a guilty smile: "I've been busy with work lately and indeed, I've neglected Fanfan."

Zhao Yan arrived with the parents of Sun Xin and Zhang Ping. The three women walked in together, Zhao Yan seemed from an entirely different age group compared to the other two.

"Ranran,"

Zhao Yan hurried over, clutching Qingran and scrutinizing her, while saying, "Oh my, you get hit even for just breaking up a fight, is there no justice in this world?"

Her voice was neither loud nor low but just enough for everyone in the room to hear.

"Cough," Old Wu coughed awkwardly.

Only then did Zhao Yan leisurely turn her head to look at Old Wu, her well-kept face wearing a forced smile: "You must be Teacher Wu, Ranran's class advisor that she often talks about, right?"

Old Wu nodded and was about to speak when Zhao Yan continued.

"Hello, hello! Ranran often says how fair and just you are in dealing with things. I've long admired you and finally, I get to meet you."

Qingran and Li Qingmo exchanged a glance, communicating telepathically.

Li Qingmo: Have you ever mentioned this to Aunt Zhao?

Qingran: How could I have?

Li Qingmo: Then who? Xie Ying'an?

Qingran: ...Even less likely.

So, why Zhao Yan knew about Old Wu's fairness and justice was truly a mystery.

This flattery struck right at Old Wu's heart, for he prided himself on being fair and just and loved being praised for it.

Old Wu's face beamed with a smile: "I didn't intend to have you come over today, but—" His gaze fell on Li Qingmo, his smile pausing momentarily.

Teacher Sun took over the conversation. "Brother Wu, no need to trouble you anymore. There are still so many parents waiting for you over there, I'll communicate with the parents of my students myself."

"Alright then," Old Wu nodded.

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The study atmosphere in class 2 of the senior third year was intensely pressurized, and as the countdown to the gaokao neared, everyone wished there were forty-eight hours in a day to study.

Still, there were a few exceptions. Ji He was surprised mid-scroll on his phone and blurted out an astonished expletive.

His voice was a tad loud, attracting a few disdainful looks from those around him. Ji He hastily gestured downwards with both hands to indicate he'd keep it down.

Ji He reached out to pat the shoulder of the student at the desk in front of him, who continued to be immersed in his own world and didn't even acknowledge him.

"God Ji," Ji He called out softly to the student in front of him, Ji Yanchen, but there was no reaction whatsoever.

Ji He played his trump card: "Your junior sister got into a fight."

"...What?" Ji Yanchen suddenly turned around to look at Ji He; his urgency was so acute that he didn't even make a sound when pronouncing 'what'.

Ji He was fed up; usually, God Ji wouldn't pay attention to anyone when he didn't want to. No matter what anyone said, he'd be wrapped up in his own world, unreachable.

But last year, as Ji Yanchen's one-sided bestie, he finally caught on to God Ji's fatal weakness; God Ji was quite interested in a junior sister who was a year below him.

Ji He had seen this junior sister; the girl was quite pretty and had a good personality, and was said to come from a decent family.

Look at that! A girl like her, how could someone with just a smart brain like God Ji be worthy of her?

However, as Ji Yanchen's childhood bestie, Ji He was naturally on his side. With a brain that could make God Ji a legend, it would be hard to find a second person that good in the entire world.

Moreover, God Ji's family background wasn't bad either, so there was still a chance to compete for her.

Ji He zoomed in on the photo on his phone and showed it to God Ji: "Look at this, is that the junior sister?"

"Yes." With just one glance, Ji Yanchen recognized Qingran.

At this, Ji He's expression became somewhat indescribable.

It was unclear what motivation the person who took the photo had; the angle was tricky, capturing a male classmate pulling the junior sister away from the fighting group. Their misaligned postures, at a casual glance, looked very much like an embrace.

Even though only a back view of the male classmate was visible, Ji He recognized him immediately.

The school's heartthrob since freshman year—the younger brother—Xie Ying'an.

There was no helping it; as a fellow man, Xie Ying'an, in his eyes, was a rival. In this looks-oriented era, Xie Ying'an's popularity at the school was skyrocketing.

Uncommonly, Ji Yanchen took the initiative to take the phone from Ji He, his gaze resting on the screen for quite some time until the screen turned black.

This state of Ji Yanchen's was not unusual in Ji He's eyes.

But in the next moment, Ji Yanchen suddenly stood up and walked out.

Ji He was startled and quickly followed: "Class is about to start. Where are you going?"

Ji Yanchen didn't stop. He walked to the place where Ji He once took him to climb over the wall. He looked at Ji He.

Ji He promptly waved his hands, "No, no, you have to tell me where you're going?"

Ji Yanchen lowered his eyes, the half of his face covered by his hair not showing any emotion.

With a sigh, Ji He resigned himself and dragged out a rotten piece of wood from the grass pile, used to aid in climbing the wall. At the last second before Ji Yanchen went over the wall, he said two words.

"Feeding cats."

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Ji He was taken aback, the dark figure had already disappeared from the wall.

Ji He suddenly remembered that after he found out Ji Yanchen was particularly attentive to the junior sister, he started helping Ji Yanchen inquire about the junior sister's preferences, even including the number of stray cats near her home.

Back then, he told Ji Yanchen that the junior sister was very kind-hearted, occasionally feeding the stray cats after school.

Remarkably, Ji Yanchen actually seemed to respond by nodding his head.

He also remembered that at that time, filled with pride, he even told Ji Yanchen that his style wasn't attractive, and no girl would like a boy whose face was always hidden.

He advised Ji Yanchen to wear a hat to push back his hair and show his face to the junior sister.

Ji Yanchen hesitated. As a loner, he seldom showed his full face to others.

Ji He, having a one-sided close relationship with Ji Yanchen for many years, had seen Ji Yanchen's true face more than once at home.

In Ji He's eyes, Ji Yanchen was undoubtedly handsome, even rivaling Xie Ying'an, who was known as the school heartthrob. Mr. and Mrs. Ji both had high looks, and their child, Ji Yanchen, naturally would not lack in appearance.

Ji He mused to himself while staring at the school wall: "Having lived for seventeen or eighteen years, finally interested in something. I hope you get your wish!"