Damn it, I'm surrounded by childhood sweethearts-Chapter 674 - 464. The Self-Cultivation of a Bootlicker

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Xu Qingfan was just initially stunned by her beauty, but after getting used to Xiao Ruawen wearing glasses, he didn't stare at her anymore and quickly regained his composure. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

However, his gaze would still occasionally dart towards her.

Girls are very sensitive to the gaze of the opposite sex, especially since Xu Qingfan was her deskmate, Xiao Ruawen naturally noticed everything.

Feeling secretly delighted, she maintained an unspoken understanding with him, and wore her glasses for the rest of the class.

[Ring Ring Ring——]

"We'll stop here for this class. The physics class monitor and student Xu Qingfan, please come to my office after class!" The physics teacher said sternly into the microphone.

Hu Delong was one of the older teachers with half-white hair, always dressed in a standard set of slacks, a belt, keys, and a shirt, holding a big, rusty thermos.

Seeing the teacher's stern face, Xiao Ruawen knew that Brother Fan must have upset the teacher and was about to be summoned for a scolding!

"Good luck, Brother Fan," she patted Xu Qingfan's shoulder sympathetically.

However, Xu Qingfan seemed unconcerned, not because he didn't care about the teacher's scolding, but because with his grades, as long as he humbly admitted his mistake, things would usually blow over with a laugh.

"You look good with glasses," Xu Qingfan flicked her forehead, got up from his desk, and prepared to take the criticism.

Xiao Ruawen proudly stuck out her tongue and made a face at his retreating figure, feeling quite pleased with the comment he made before leaving.

Xu Qingfan rolled down the sleeves of the school uniform he had thrown over his shoulder, obediently following the physics class monitor behind Hu Delong.

Class 16 had a serious imbalance between the number of boys and girls, with all class monitors and class officers being girls except for the history class monitor who was a boy.

"Just admit your mistake, Brother Fan. Teacher Hu looks tough, but he's actually quite nice," Wu Xinyue whispered to him as a reminder.

"Got it."

Xu Qingfan smiled and nodded at her. In his past high school life, his male chauvinism had acted up, and he didn't want Xia Xiaoxiao to be his group leader, and the girl in front of him had been his group leader.

Of course, they were just very ordinary classmates.

Wu Xinyue tilted her head, obviously not understanding what he meant by "got it."

Anticipating a smooth future and having seen Xiao Ruawen with glasses, Xu Qingfan walked with a spring in his step, almost ready to shoot a three-pointer on the spot, showing no signs of concern about being called to the teacher's office for criticism.

The walk from Class 16 to the office was quite long, and as Xu Qingfan glanced into other classes, the students inside were also looking at him.

He could still vaguely hear whispers of "Isn't that Xu Qingfan from Class 16?" and "He's really handsome".

Upon arriving at the office, many workstations were already occupied by teachers, some who taught his class and others who taught different grades.

Xu Qingfan lacked the usual timidity of students entering the office, and when he made eye contact with a teacher, whether he recognized them or not, he always greeted them with a friendly nod and smile.

"These test papers are the homework for today's class. Xinyue, go count out fifty-four copies to distribute to the students back in class," Hu Delong directed, pointing to a large stack of test papers beside the printer.

"Got it, teacher!" Wu Xinyue patted his arm and swiftly took up the task.

Hu Delong didn't rush to speak but opened his thermos and began sipping the goji berry tea inside, occasionally smacking his lips with a "tssk tssk tssk" sound.

Xu Qingfan stood properly, ready to face any problem that came his way, in no hurry at all.

"Ahem~ about what happened in class just now...."

Before Hu Delong could make his point, Xu Qingfan interrupted, "Teacher, I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have been noisy in class. I've recognized my mistake, and I promise to listen attentively and actively participate in future classes!"

Hu Delong, nearly choked by Xu Qingfan's rush of words, gestured with his hand to interrupt him, "Student Qingfan, don't rush. That's not what I wanted to talk about."

"I didn't call you here to scold you."

Xu Qingfan blinked, having been preemptively warned by Xiao Ruawen and Wu Xinyue.

[So it's not about scolding me, huh? I thought so; high school teachers aren't usually this earnest.]

He immediately straightened up and said, "Please go ahead, teacher."

"How do you find high school physics?" Hu Delong put down his thermos, looking at him kindly with a smile.

"It's alright. I've already self-studied the few books we've been given after class... The content is a bit more challenging than middle school," Xu Qingfan honestly replied.

"The exercises in the books are too simple for you, aren't they?" Hu Delong's smile became more genial.

"Well... they're okay, some problems take a bit of time," he modestly replied, though in reality, he solved all the problems instantly.

Hu Delong waved his hand, telling him not to continue.

"Take this test paper with you; it contains classic mechanics problems. If you encounter any issues you don't understand, you can also come to discuss them with me," Hu Delong said.

Using the word "discuss," it was clear that some of the problems were challenging enough that even he couldn't solve them quickly.

[Damn, here we go again!]

"Sure, I'll take them and work on them," Xu Qingfan reluctantly accepted the thick stack of stapled test papers, seeing that the physics teacher still wanted him to participate in competitions.

"Alright, you may go back," Hu Delong reopened his thermos, resuming his enjoyment of the tea,

Xu Qingfan had come with empty hands, but left holding a large roll of test papers—perfect for tapping Xiao Ruawen on the head.

With this thought, he made a knocking gesture in the air.