I Might Have Fallen in Love With My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 120 - 116: Go Play Together?

Chapter 120: Chapter 116: Go Play Together?

After school, Qingran left with Xie Ying’an and Li Qingmo, with Teacher Sun also walking with them.

Li Qingmo had an unhappy expression, walking at the very front.

Teacher Sun, on the other hand, seemed quite pleased, leisurely strolling at the back.

The moods of the two formed a stark contrast.

Qingran quietly nudged Xie Ying’an walking beside her, and when Xie Ying’an looked over with a questioning glance, she whispered.

"My brother he..." Qingran spoke softly, waiting until Teacher Sun shot them a strange glance and moved ahead before she motioned for Xie Ying’an to lean in.

Xie Ying’an’s eyes lit up, he bent down closer to Qingran, the scent of fresh grass wafting into his nostrils, his youthful gaze seemingly dewy: "What’s wrong with your brother?"

Qingran didn’t notice Xie Ying’an’s expression, still gleefully snickering: "My brother got caught playing games by his homeroom teacher."

"Oh," replied Xie Ying’an, not particularly surprised, as if he had anticipated this.

"Huh?" Qingran stepped back in confusion, distancing herself from Xie Ying’an: "You don’t find it strange?"

During class, she clearly saw Xie Ying’an drawing circuit diagrams, paying no attention to what was happening at the desk behind him.

"Not strange," Xie Ying’an’s lips curled into a smile: "Yesterday, before playing games, I invited all your brother’s WeChat friends, one of which must have been his homeroom teacher, right?"

Qingran: "..."

Dammit!

So the unwilling one was Xie Ying’an.

Can’t compete.

Qingran felt that even if she added her intelligence to that of her not-so-bright real brother, they still couldn’t outplay Xie Ying’an.

At the school gate, there was a showy and flashy red car parked. Qingran knew the brand of her family’s car, but she couldn’t recognize any other car logos. But seeing Song Shize leaning against the car dressed in equally flamboyant red clothes, she knew it had to be a luxury car.

If it wasn’t, she reckoned Song Shize wouldn’t bother leaning on it at all.

Wait a second, Qingran paused, why is Song Shize at the school gate?

Li Qingmo, in a bad mood, ignored Song Shize’s greeting and walked straight past him.

Song Shize, with a confused face, pointed at the back of Li Qingmo and asked Wu Zixian: "Hey? Did I annoy him?"

Wu Zixian shook his head like a rattle-drum.

Internally he mocked: Go kick a ball, you’re asking me if you’ve annoyed someone? Haven’t you offended enough people over the years? Don’t you have a clue in your mind?

Song Shize threw his head back in arrogance with a "tch" and casually stroked his hair, adding an extra five centimeters to his height.

Upon seeing Qingran come out, Song Shize’s eyes brightened, and he waved frantically at her.

Ma Qingsheng tugged at Song Shize’s sleeve, reminding him in a low voice: "Brother Ze, can we keep it down a bit? Sister... *cough* Sister Ruan is still watching from the car."

Song Shize was disgusted: "Let go, don’t crease my new clothes."

Once Ma Qingsheng released his grip, Song Shize didn’t forget to pat down the spot he had tugged.

Ma Qingsheng: "..."

We’re heading to the Ghost House, Brother Ze, why are you decked out in fiery red like a groom, what’s the occasion?

Just as Qingran reached the gate: "..."

Can I still pretend I haven’t seen Song Shize now?

Clearly, it was too late. Song Shize, deeming Qingran’s pace too slow due to her short legs, had already impatiently called out several times for her to hurry up.

Xie Ying’an, walking beside Qingran, frowned as he glanced at Song Shize, his gaze cryptic.

Song Shize, feeling a bit guilty under Xie Ying’an’s stare, muttered: "Xie Ying’an really is like a relentless ghost."

Wu Zixian and Ma Qingsheng exchanged glances, seeing in each other’s eyes: It’s not Xie Ying’an who’s the relentless ghost; it’s obviously our Brother Ze!

When Qingran approached, Li Qingmo also turned and walked back.

Song Shize paused for a moment, then asked Li Qingmo in an arrogant tone: "Didn’t you leave? Why come back?"

Li Qingmo’s face was stern, feeling Song Shize’s red attire was an eyesore, he deliberately looked away.

His tone was icy as he asked: "Cut the nonsense, are you here waiting for my sister?"

Song Shize, shameless as ever, declared righteously: "Yeah! We made plans yesterday to hang out this afternoon."

Li Qingmo narrowed his eyes: "Where are you planning to go?"

Song Shize had a provoking smirk: "Why should I tell you?"

Motherfucker!

Qingran thought: Song Shize often gets into fights at school, there really is a reason for it all.

With a face that’s asking for a beating like his, it’s not just Li Qing Mo who wants to hit him; she herself feels like slapping him.

Li Qing Mo was indeed provoked to laughter; he cracked his knuckles with an unmistakable warning.

Wu Zixian and Ma Qingsheng quietly stepped back.

"Tch!" Song Shize snorted coldly, not taking it seriously: "Brute, that’s all you’re good for."

He wasn’t scared. If Li Qing Mo dared to touch a finger on him today, he would collapse on the ground and not leave the hospital for a month unless he absolutely had to.

Li Qing Mo sneered: "Why should I tell you? Just because I’m in charge of Li Qingran, what good is it for you to ask her out? If I say she can’t go today, then she won’t be able to!"

Qingran was speechless; she knew she would always be the one getting shot.

The car window rolled down from inside, and Ruan Ruan in the car waved to Qingran: "Ranran, come and sit with us."

As she was speaking, Zheng Chunming sitting next to her also popped her head out to greet Qingran: "Hey, Qingran."

Song Shize, the bastard, was generous, knowing there wasn’t enough room to sit, and had specifically driven two cars over.

Li Qing Mo, upon hearing they were going for a Ghost House adventure, was initially uninterested until he turned his head and saw Teacher Sun’s back, which sparked his interest.

Song Shize waved to Xie Ying’an: "The Ghost House, such a childish place, you, Mr. Pokerface, shouldn’t be interested, right?"

Xie Ying’an glanced at him emotionlessly and said indifferently: "You’re wrong, I’m quite interested."

Song Shize: "..."

Fuck, it’s not as simple as having a bad day anymore; it’s like being screwed over by a bad day.

Li Qing Mo walked over to Teacher Sun with long strides, and it was unclear what he said to her.

Teacher Sun turned around in surprise, then nodded and actually walked back with Li Qing Mo.

Li Qing Mo pointed at Teacher Sun, looking like he was notifying Song Shize: "We’re going too."

Surprise flashed across Song Shize’s face for a moment, and he gave Teacher Sun a puppy-dog smile: "Alright, Wu Zixian, quickly show this pretty young lady the way."

Perhaps the words "pretty young lady" had amused Teacher Sun successfully, as she pursed her lips and gave Song Shize a light laugh.

Li Qing Mo disdainfully mocked Teacher Sun: "What’s this? Pleased to hear flattery that goes against your heart?"

Teacher Sun’s smile froze but quickly returned to normal. She left the unreasonable Li Qing Mo behind and followed Wu Zixian towards the back car.

Song Shize patted Li Qing Mo’s shoulder, smirking smugly: "Nice one, brother, you’ve got skills, even managing to charm such a beautiful teacher."

Li Qing Mo suddenly darkened his face: "Shut your filthy mouth. Your dirty mind sees everything as unclean."

Having said that, with hands in pockets, he leisurely walked towards the car in the back.

Song Shize watched Li Qing Mo’s back, with a constipated expression on his face, he asked Xie Ying’an: "Did Li Qing Mo eat gunpowder today?"

Xie Ying’an simply ignored him, pulling Qingran, who was still leaning on the car window talking to Ruan Ruan, towards the back car: "We’re also going to sit in the back."

Song Shize: "..."

Damn it!

Are you all like this? Do I owe you something?

After everyone had left, Song Shize took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth without lighting it, squinting at Qingran’s departing figure, he elbowed Ma Qingsheng.

He asked him: "Do you feel like Li Qingran is getting fucking prettier by the day?"

She’s grown perfectly in line with my taste.

Ma Qingsheng agreed deeply: "Brother Ze, Wen Siqi and I only realized you have really good taste recently."

Now back by Song Shize’s side, Wu Zixian also nodded: "Before, I thought Li Qingran only had a good temperament, and was still lacking compared to Wen Siqi, but after seeing her a few times recently, I realized how naturally pretty she is once she matures."

Now, it’s no exaggeration to say that next to Wen Siqi, Li Qingran could steal the spotlight in an instant.

"What a pity," Song Shize clicked his tongue sadly.

Wu Zixian already knew what Song Shize was referring to as ’a pity,’ but Ma Qingsheng, who was always one beat behind, asked—

"Brother Ze, what’s a pity?"

Song Shize tossed the unlit cigarette from his hand, grinding it under his foot: "It’s a pity that the opponent, Xie Ying’an, is a bit too tough, although he’s not as handsome as I am..."

Wu Zixian and Ma Qingsheng’s corners of the mouth twitched hard upon hearing this.

Song Shize formed a gap of one millimeter between his thumb and forefinger: "But Xie Ying’an’s grades are that little bit better than mine. Don’t girls all like guys who study well?"

Ruan Ruan just rolled up the car window when she heard Song Shize’s words. She leaned on the car window and bluntly said: "Song Shize, I think if there were a plate of peanuts here today, you wouldn’t be this drunk!"