I Might Have Fallen in Love With My Childhood Sweetheart-Chapter 16 - 14: Not to Be Trifled With

Li Qingran and Ruan Ruan had lunch together at the school cafeteria at noon.

On the way back, a female classmate ran up to Li Qingran, panting as she spoke a somewhat disjointed sentence.

"Li Qingran, you, you should go back and see, Huang, Huang spilled something on your desk—"

After finishing the sentence, the classmate finally caught her breath.

Li Qingran and Ruan Ruan exchanged a look, thanked the classmate, and hurried towards the classroom.

There were only a few students scattered in the classroom, some reading books with heads down, some secretly playing with their phones under the desks. Huang Qianyu and her group were not in the classroom.

The classmates in the room looked at Li Qingran with sympathetic eyes as she returned, but no one dared to approach her.

After all, given Huang Qianyu's usually rebellious behavior, they didn't dare provoke her.

Li Qingran walked to her seat and saw her desk stained with red and black ink on the messy notes. She clearly remembered that there were no books on her desk when she left, these books must have been taken out by Huang Qianyu from her desk.

Huang Qianyu was skilled at spilling ink; all the ink was on Li Qingran's side of the desk, none on Xie Ying'an's side.

Ruan Ruan looked at the messy desk with wide eyes, very angry, "This is too much!"

Then she tugged on Li Qingran's sleeve: "Ranran, let's go tell the teacher?"

Li Qingran laughed out of anger, "Tell the teacher? That's something primary school students would do."

Ruan Ruan did not understand.

Li Qingran patted Ruan Ruan's shoulder, "Ruan Ruan, please help me take photos from various angles, I need to step out for a bit."

At the classroom door, Li Qingran ran into Wen Shiyi, who was about to enter. They exchanged smiles and passed by each other.

Li Qingran went to the rooftop to get some air. Spilling ink, such a childish act, is almost an indispensable part of campus life—she even found it amusing when it didn't involve her, but when it actually happened to her, she felt somewhat distressed.

She could barely remember how the third and fourth female side characters interacted at the beginning of the book, but she clearly remembered that in the middle climax of the book, the two of them joined forces to deal with the main female character.

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After collecting her thoughts for two minutes, she pulled out her phone and called Li Qingmo.

Twenty minutes later, Li Qingmo came running up with a plastic bag in hand, looking disgusted.

Seeing Li Qingran on the rooftop, he was not very curious.

"Why did you come up here again? And," he wrinkled his nose and raised the item in his hand, "what do you want this thing for? It stinks to death."

Li Qingran took the plastic bag from his hands and ran, "Thanks, Bro!"

Li Qingmo crossed his arms and watched her running down the stairs, clicking his tongue.

He muttered to himself: "No idea what mischief this girl is up to again."

In Li Qingmo's eyes, his sister might seem harmless on the surface,

but she was never one to be easily bullied at heart.

When Li Qingran returned, Huang Qianyu had not yet come back.

She walked over and sat at Huang Qianyu's desk; Huang Qianyu's desk mate, Chu Rong, had already returned, probably having been scolded by the teacher harshly, and was now sobbing softly with her head down on the desk.

Li Qingran, through the plastic bag, twisted open the cap of the bottle in her hand, then patted her hands and returned to her seat.

Only then did the classmates in the room divert their gaze from Li Qingran, but they usually chose to turn a blind eye to such matters.

Wen Shiyi and Ruan Ruan were using tissue paper to help her wipe the ink stains from the desk. Li Qingran also took out tissue paper from her backpack and joined them.

Normally, the classroom would be filled with various sounds at this time, but today it was as quiet as a graveyard; the students did not even dare to read aloud.

When Huang Qianyu returned, Li Qingran was still wiping the desk, which was too heavily stained to be cleaned quickly.

Huang Qianyu snorted coldly, lifted her chin, and returned to her seat, like a victorious peacock.

The few girls following her also sat down at their desks and couldn't help but lower their heads to snicker secretly.

Huang Qianyu, who was usually well-dressed and good-looking, habitually reached into her desk to find a small mirror. Her fingers touched a plastic bag that was slippery and greasy; her heart suddenly had a bad premonition.

As expected, when she pulled her hand out, a foul smell hit her nose.

"Ah!" She screamed, leaning over the desk and began to vomit, expelling everything she had eaten onto the floor.

Even her desk mate, Chu Rong, clenched her nose tightly.

Sun Xin, who was closest to Huang Qianyu, was the first to run over, but stopped several steps away due to the filth Huang Qianyu expelled, "Qianyu, are you alright?"

Huang Qianyu finally caught her breath; trembling, she pointed at Li Qingran, "Li Qingran, you, you," but before she could finish, the stench overwhelmed her, causing her to continue vomiting incessantly.

Qingran leisurely leaned against the back desk, watching Huang Qianyu's embarrassed state.

A few female classmates following Huang Qianyu hurried over to help her pat her back, the pungent smell made them cover their noses tightly.

The girl who just helped Huang Qianyu turned around and accused Qingran: "Li Qingran, you've gone too far!"

"Ptui!" Ruan Ruan stood with her hands on her hips and retorted: "Chen Xiweng, shut your filthy mouth. Are you blind to who started it?"

The classmates around always thought Qingran was soft-hearted, but who would have thought she would dare to confront the domineering Huang Qianyu this time; they relished the drama.

Qingran raised an eyebrow and smiled: "What about it? Want to go to the teacher?"

Huang Qianyu was so furious that her chest heaved violently, how could she dare to find the teacher? She was the one at fault, let alone this cheating incident, if Old Wu found out, who knows how he would scold her.

Xie Ying'an and Su Chen entered at this moment, their gaze landing on the remaining ink stains on Qingran's desk, their expressions visibly turning ugly.

"Who did this?" he asked Qingran.

"Her." Qingran gestured towards Huang Qianyu.

Huang Qianyu had already left her seat to wash her hands in the restroom, Chu Rong was helping wipe off the acidic stench from Huang Qianyu's desk with tissue.

Li Qingmo's homemade stink agent (imagine a toilet that hasn't been flushed for two months), the only advantage being that the smell doesn't spread far, only lingering near the liquid.

Sun Xin and Zhang Ping were mopping the filth on the floor, hearing Xie Ying'an's question, they lowered their heads even further.

Xie Ying'an narrowed his eyes, his expression full of displeasure, "What's going on?"

"Don't worry, it didn't get on your desk," Qingran reassured him.

"Brother An, come over here for a second." A few boys in the back who witnessed everything waved Xie Ying'an over.

Xie Ying'an's face looked even worse when he returned, coincidentally Huang Qianyu also came back to the classroom, sniffing her hands as she walked.

"Huang Qianyu."

Qingran heard Xie Ying'an's voice, then heard him say: "Come here, clean my desk."

Huang Qianyu was stunned for quite a while before realizing, and argued: "But that, that's Li Qingran's desk."

Xie Ying'an slapped his book on Qingran's desk, his gaze was icy cold: "Wipe it."

The whole class watched, and Huang Qianyu felt humiliated. She bit her lower lip and quickly moved to her own seat, adamantly refusing to go clean the desk.

Before Xie Ying'an could get angry, Sun Xin and Zhang Ping hurried over, "Xie, can we help Qi...

The bell rang for class, and soon, the math teacher showed up at the podium with his materials.

Qingran quickly pulled Xie Ying'an who was still standing to sit down, Xie Ying'an glanced at her and finally sat down.

The middle-aged math teacher didn't even flip his material and asked with a puzzled sniff, "Why does your class have a strange smell?"

The boys in the back claimed it was the stench of feet from their deskmates.

The math teacher pushed his glasses and joked, "You guys are still young, don't aim to become 'smelly' men."

The whole class laughed out loud.

The math teacher then opened his textbook and tapped the blackboard, "Quiet down, class, let's start discussing linear equations..."

The rest of the afternoon went by without incident.

When the school bell rang for the end of the day, Qingran packed a few books into her tote bag preparing to go home for revision, Xie Ying'an next to her was fiddling with his phone and didn't move.

Qingran didn't bother with him, and walked out of the classroom with Ruan Ruan who was waiting for her.

Once sure Qingran was far enough, Xie Ying'an lifted his head and slammed his phone down on the desk with a loud 'bang', hastening the remaining classmates who had not yet left.

Huang Qianyu's shoulders trembled, reluctantly pulling out tissue paper and alcohol from her bag and moving towards Qingran's desk.