Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
It wasnât that he was crazy, or that he was slow to react, rather, he wasnât one to pay attention to such things at all.
Little Yichen quickly pulled him aside upon hearing this. âAlthough many girls in this class like you, Qingâer has liked you for a long time, since the second grade when she became your deskmate.â
Gong Fan remained unmoved when he heard this. âSo what?â
âDonât you⦠feel anything for her?â
Little Yichen looked gossipy.
However, Gong Fan was very unhappy with his question. âWeâre only nine. What do we know about relationships? Are you that knowledgeable about it?â
Little Yichen shook his head numbly. âItâs not like any girl likes me. It puzzles me though. I wonder why no girl likes me when Iâm so gentle with them. Look at you. Youâre so withdrawn. You donât usually talk. Youâre so aloof, yet so many girls like you. Do girls nowadays prefer cool boys?â
Gong Fan smiled and drawled, âAt least they like those who do well in their studies.â
Little Yichen gave an awkward but polite smile at that. âAre kids so snobbish these days? Competing in grades and family background?â
Gong Fan sneered. âThatâs why I feel bored.â
He was only in elementary school. Then again. Even if he went to high school and college, he wouldnât fall in love. It wasnât that he was cold and didnât like girls, but he didnât know when he would disappear.
For a personality who didnât know when it was going to disappear, what rights did he have, to be talking about these things? He was already exhausted of almost all his energy by merely existing.
Little Yichen rubbed the bridge of his nose. âIf you donât like her, itâs better to be clear. I get the feeling that Qingâer treats you differently. Anyway, itâs scary how precocious girls are these days.â
Gong Fan turned to look at him and said in an annoyed tone, âHow can I reject her if she doesnât tell me anything?â
Little Yichen looked startled.
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âTrue.â He thought for a moment, then suddenly said, âWhy donât we send a note?â As he spoke, he whispered into Gong Fanâs ear.
Before class started, Qingâer returned to her seat. Gong Fan glanced at her and quietly slipped her a note.
Qingâer was a little surprised until she took the note and saw that it was from Gong Fan. However, the handwriting was slightly different from Youyouâs.
Different personalities. Even their handwriting was different. Rather taken aback, she scanned the note and read the line of handwriting on it: Do you like me?
Her heart skipped a beat and she almost choked. The directness of the question caught her off guard. Could it be that the boy liked her?
She gripped her pen at the thought, but didnât know how to respond. She raised her head again and stole a glance at Gong Fan. He was looking down at his book. She wasnât sure if he was reading seriously, but he seemed to be engrossed.
Gong Fan had excellent results academically. Even if he werenât paying much attention in class, he could always answer with ease any questions that the teacher directed at him.
In the past, he often fell asleep in class. At first, the teacher would not let him get away with it, and would single him out to answer questions.
All the children would watch on, anticipating the boy to be thoroughly embarrassed. Unexpectedly, Gong Fan would walk to the blackboard and write out the perfect answer to the question. It stunned everyone.
The teacher thought it was a coincidence that he had pointed out questions that Youyou already knew answers to. However, after a few rounds of tests, Gong Fan proved himself to be an outstanding student. Only then did he come to the understanding that this child was a genius.