I Might Have Fallen in Love With My Childhood Sweetheart

Qingran has been sick for two consecutive days, and Xie Ying’an also hasn’t been coming to class for two days.

Old Wu’s complexion was incredibly unpleasant to look at.

But in the office, he had to pretend as if nothing was wrong; his class was just praised by the school authorities for having the top scores in the grade, he couldn’t afford to be criticized by the school for these two who were suspected of "early romance."

As a result, the students in his class suffered, forced to face Old Wu’s grim expression every day.

Huang Qianyu’s complexion was also terrible; she would occasionally furiously turn back to glance at the empty seats of Qingran and Xie Ying’an, muttering curses under her breath.

Ruan Ruan, on the other hand, was not worried; she had been in contact with Qingran these past couple of days and knew that Qingran was at home resting due to a cold.

Ruan Ruan knew well that Qingran wouldn’t reveal anything, yet she still couldn’t help asking; Xie Ying’an hadn’t been to class for two days either, was he at home with her...

Ruan Ruan’s question was interrupted by a familiar male voice coming through the phone: "Time’s up, you can take out the thermometer now."

It was Brother An’s voice, Ruan Ruan held her breath, perking her ears up to the phone.

Then, there was a rustling sound from the other end, probably Qingran handing the thermometer to Xie Ying’an.

Again it was Xie Ying’an’s voice: "36.9°, no fever, does your throat still hurt?"