I Might Have Fallen in Love With My Childhood Sweetheart

Xie Ying'an has never had the habit of sharing desks with others since he was young. In elementary school, Li Qingmo insisted on sticking by his side and sharing a desk with him, unable to be driven away. Seeing that they grew up together, Xie Ying'an gritted his teeth and endured it.

After being assigned to different classes in middle school, Li Qingmo and he were never in the same class again. The teachers knew about his peculiarity, so they hadn't arranged for him to have a desk mate again.

After the summer vacation of the first year of high school, he suddenly realized he had feelings and actually wanted to share a desk with Li Qingran, but Li Qingran flatly refused, giving him his first sense of frustration in his life.

Su Chen sneaked in through the back door, carrying breakfast and stooping: "Brother An, why are you sitting here?"

"Um," Xie Ying'an responded indifferently, then said, "Come with me to the storeroom to get a desk."

His upbringing since childhood prevented him from targeting girls like that; if he had to share a desk with a stranger, he couldn't do it. The only solution was to move another desk, and each sit at their own.

"Ah, Brother An." Su Chen watched Xie Ying'an's figure leaving the classroom and hurriedly ran after him.

Following Xie Ying'an, Su Chen rambled analytically: "Brother An, it seems teacher Old Wu is determined to find you a desk mate. How many times has it been? First, it was the underachievers, then the partial ones, and now just after school started, it's a transfer student. You keep moving desks, but it's only a temporary solution. Who knows if another transfer student will come next time..."

Xie Ying'an stopped in his tracks: "Are you suggesting I find a desk mate before teacher Old Wu does?"

Su Chen's layered analysis was suddenly interrupted, and he didn't respond for a moment: "..."

Xie Ying'an didn't have the patience to wait for him, and he went back to the classroom, walking straight to Qingran's seat. His long fingers tapped twice on the desk.