I Might Have Fallen in Love With My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 123 - 119: College Entrance Exam Aspirations

Chapter 123: Chapter 119: College Entrance Exam Aspirations

Li Qingran and Xie Ying’an were the first to come out of the Ghost House, and then they waited outside for Wu Zixian, Ma Qingsheng, and Zheng Chunming, the three of them.

These three were a bit floaty in their steps, especially Zheng Chunming, who ran over and grabbed Li Qingran’s hand, shaking: "Qingran, I saw several headless ghosts, I was scared to death."

Li Qingran comforted her: "Don’t be afraid, they’re all fake."

Zheng Chunming trembled, "I wasn’t scared initially, but there were cries of women everywhere inside, it completely broke my defense."

Broke the defense? Li Qingran wanted to laugh a bit, her defense could have been more broken than Zheng Chunming’s?

Xie Ying’an also didn’t know what came over him, burying his head on her shoulder all the way, that tall figure, bending his back all along, not even tired.

Following them was Song Shize dressed in red from head to toe—red shirt, red pants, red shoes—almost blinding them.

It seemed Song Shize had made Ruan Ruan angry, both of them had a cold face, and returned to the old way of mutual distaste.

The group waited by the exit for Li Qingmo and Teacher Sun for over half an hour before Teacher Sun slowly emerged, dragging the leg-weary Li Qingmo.

Li Qingmo’s face was white as a sheet, apparently, he had really been scared.

Xie Ying’an and Li Qingran had guessed it early on, so there was nothing to be surprised about.

Song Shize was stunned for a moment, then pointed at Li Qingmo and burst out laughing; once he laughed, several others who had been too embarrassed to laugh also started laughing.

Li Qingmo’s face darkened with a threatening look at them.

The laughter of the others, threatened by the school bully, Wu Zixian and the rest, abruptly stopped, except for Song Shize, whose loud and piercing laughter continued.

Li Qingmo narrowed his eyes at Song Shize, "Song Shize, do you want to die?"

His words were filled with threats.

"Sure do!" Song Shize was not scared of him at all at this moment, even conceitedly pretended to smooth his hair, meanwhile his left eyebrow teasingly lifted at Li Qingmo, "How do you plan to kill me then? Jelly legs."

Everyone: "..."

Song Shize was always like this, fond of showing off his verbal prowess, never minding the consequences.

Li Qingmo’s face turned pale with a cold laugh, in his mind, he had already thought of a thousand ways to kill Song Shize.

With homework piling up at home, Li Qingran really wasn’t in the mood to continue playing with them, so when Song Shize was ready to go to another place, she chose not to join.

Song Shize rolled his eyes, saying they were killing the buzz.

Li Qingran and Xie Ying’an, with jelly... sorry, with Li Qingmo returned first.

Teacher Sun wasn’t close with Song Shize’s group, so naturally, she left as well.

As soon as he got home, Li Qingmo collapsed on the couch, motionless.

Xie Ying’an and Li Qingran propped themselves up at the desk doing homework, with Li Qingran occasionally glancing over at Li Qingmo with concern.

Li Qingmo, who usually wouldn’t tolerate losing even a minute of study time to his younger sister, had no reaction today even as Li Qingran finished two test papers.

"Brother?" Li Qingran couldn’t help but call out to Li Qingmo.

Li Qingmo turned his head mechanically, his gaze blankly staring at Li Qingran, as if asking what was up?

In a moment of hesitation, Li Qingran said: "Just when we came back, Teacher Sun asked me to tell you, there’s a pop quiz for your class tomorrow, you..."

Before Li Qingran could finish speaking, the listless Li Qingmo suddenly sat up from the couch.

He started searching all around for his school bag, not forgetting to complain to Li Qingran: "Li Qingran, why didn’t you say it earlier? Don’t tell me, it’s been almost an hour since we got back, and you just remembered?"

Qingran wouldn’t indulge him, telling the truth bluntly, "With the way you were just now, even if I told you, would you have listened?"

Li Qingmo stopped talking.

Qingran added: "Teacher Sun already said it, she posted about tomorrow’s mock exam in the group, and you were the only one in the whole class who didn’t reply."

Slap!

Li Qingmo tossed his backpack onto the empty seat in front of Qingran, his face looking even more foul: "Shut up! Don’t ever bring up what just happened again."

The last time he had such an embarrassing moment in the Ghost House, at least only Li Qingran and Xie Ying’an knew about it, unlike this time, not only did Teacher Sun know, even Song Shize that jerk knew about him getting scared by a few fake ghosts until his legs went soft, truly a disgrace.

In just these few hours this afternoon, Li Qingmo had lost count of how many times he regretted going to the Ghost House with them.

Xie Ying’an cast a cool sidelong glance at Li Qingmo, displeasure evident in his gaze.

Li Qingmo, wallowing in frustration, didn’t even notice Xie Ying’an’s look.

Before Li Qingmo could even take out his pen, Aunt Liu started calling them for dinner.

Li Qingmo had no appetite whatsoever, he listlessly shoved a few bites of food around on his plate at the dining table before running off to do his homework at the desk.

Qingran and Xie Ying’an exchanged glances.

Xie Ying’an gave Qingran a reassuring look and put down his chopsticks, making his way over to Li Qingmo.

From Qingran’s angle, she could only see Xie Ying’an talking to Li Qingmo, not knowing what was said, but Li Qingmo’s deadpan eyes suddenly sparked with life, and subsequently that spark grew brighter.

In no time, Li Qingmo was coaxed back to the dinner table by Xie Ying’an.

Inside, Qingran gave Xie Ying’an a mental thumbs-up; over many years, indeed, the only one who could handle Li Qingmo was Xie Ying’an alone.

"What are you looking at?" Li Qingmo, while pushing around his rice, rolled his eyes at Qingran and then got annoyed himself: "You heartless little thing, even if your brother starved to death, you wouldn’t give a second glance!"

Qingran: "..."

So what exactly did Xie Ying’an say to you, to pull you back from the strike force of fasting?

After dinner, the three of them sat down together to do their homework.

Without prior agreement, they all picked up their physics homework; the brutality of advancing in the upcoming competition was undeniable, and no one wanted to be eliminated – this was true for Qingran, for Xie Ying’an, and even more so for Li Qingmo.

The topic of which university to aim for was first brought up by Li Qingmo.

Xie Ying’an remained silent, simply glancing at Qingran, the hand holding his pen turning white at the fingertips from tension.

Qingran didn’t hesitate for too long, since meeting Lin Zhou, her obsession with F University slowly faded, and thus F University was no longer her first choice.

She said: "Q University is definitely my first choice."

Xie Ying’an let out an almost imperceptible sigh of relief, speaking lightly, "I also think Q University is good."

Li Qingmo was not convinced, he put the pen in his mouth, not caring if it was clean or not: "I think B University is not bad either, Sun Ning... I heard Teacher Sun say that not far from B University, there’s a gaming—"

He caught himself mid-sentence and glanced at Qingran, shifting the topic as if in camouflage: "Hah, looks like our college preferences aren’t quite the same, huh."

Qingran looked at him with a smirk and continued writing her homework, head lowered.

Li Qingmo moved his lips but couldn’t find the words to say.

He felt bitter in his heart, what was the use of having different college preferences? If his old man didn’t force him to choose the same university as Li Qingran, then he might as well not bear the Li surname!