It wasn’t that he was crazy, or that he was slow to react, rather, he wasn’t one to pay attention to such things at all.
Little Yichen quickly pulled him aside upon hearing this. “Although many girls in this class like you, Qing’er has liked you for a long time, since the second grade when she became your deskmate.”
Gong Fan remained unmoved when he heard this. “So what?”
“Don’t you… feel anything for her?”
Little Yichen looked gossipy.
However, Gong Fan was very unhappy with his question. “We’re only nine. What do we know about relationships? Are you that knowledgeable about it?”
Little Yichen shook his head numbly. “It’s not like any girl likes me. It puzzles me though. I wonder why no girl likes me when I’m so gentle with them. Look at you. You’re so withdrawn. You don’t usually talk. You’re so aloof, yet so many girls like you. Do girls nowadays prefer cool boys?”
Gong Fan smiled and drawled, “At least they like those who do well in their studies.”
Little Yichen gave an awkward but polite smile at that. “Are kids so snobbish these days? Competing in grades and family background?”
Gong Fan sneered. “That’s why I feel bored.”
He was only in elementary school. Then again. Even if he went to high school and college, he wouldn’t fall in love. It wasn’t that he was cold and didn’t like girls, but he didn’t know when he would disappear.
For a personality who didn’t 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. “If you don’t like her, it’s better to be clear. I get the feeling that Qing’er treats you differently. Anyway, it’s scary how precocious girls are these days.”
Gong Fan turned to look at him and said in an annoyed tone, “How can I reject her if she doesn’t tell me anything?”
Little Yichen looked startled.
“True.” He thought for a moment, then suddenly said, “Why don’t we send a note?” As he spoke, he whispered into Gong Fan’s ear.
Before class started, Qing’er returned to her seat. Gong Fan glanced at her and quietly slipped her a note.
Qing’er was a little surprised until she took the note and saw that it was from Gong Fan. However, the handwriting was slightly different from Youyou’s.
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 didn’t know how to respond. She raised her head again and stole a glance at Gong Fan. He was looking down at his book. She wasn’t sure if he was reading seriously, but he seemed to be engrossed.
Gong Fan had excellent results academically. Even if he weren’t 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.
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