I Might Have Fallen in Love With My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 149 - 145 Milk Tea Isn’t Tasty Anymore

Chapter 149: Chapter 145 Milk Tea Isn’t Tasty Anymore

Zhou Tian left the class at noon, and Teacher Qin deliberately dragged the class to avoid walking with Professor Yan.

The class content was already covered in class, and for these extra ten minutes or so, Teacher Qin discussed the competition topic with them.

Teacher Qin asked if they felt very nervous during competitions?

Xie Ying’an was casually twirling his pen and replied without thinking: "No."

Teacher Qin was taken aback, having noticed Xie Ying’an’s almost godlike stamina, and he ignored Xie Ying’an: "You don’t need to answer, what about the other students?"

Qingran thought about it and honestly replied: "I do get nervous, to the point where my hand even shakes a bit when writing."

Xie Ying’an looked at Qingran with surprise, seemingly not expecting her to be nervous during competitions as she had fluently answered Professor Yan’s questions that day without showing any signs of nervousness.

Fang Jin agreed: "I’m just like Qingran, even before the professor asked me anything on competition day, I was so nervous I could barely speak."

After saying this, he laughed awkwardly.

Li Qing Mo leaned against the empty desk at the back, and when everyone looked at him, he leisurely asked: "Does feeling an urgent need to pee count as being nervous?"

Qingran, Fang Jin: "..."

Bro, bringing up your frequent urge to pee, aren’t you embarrassed?

Teacher Qin didn’t feel awkward, and he laughed heartily: "Haha! Of course, it counts, it’s only human nature! Since everyone gets nervous, have you considered adjusting?"

Adjusting?

Emotions come abruptly, how to adjust?

Teacher Qin actually had several methods for adjusting, although they seemed a bit pointless, it’s better than nothing.

Because the class was deliberately extended by nearly fifteen minutes, they did not encounter Professor Yan when leaving school.

The weather was quite hot in mid-May, and Fang Jin waved goodbye at the first traffic light intersection and went in another direction.

The school was not far from Qingran’s home.

Perhaps due to the hot weather, Li Qing Mo nearly had irritability written all over his face.

He frowned deeply, complaining about the hot weather at times, and at other times about the small tree shades not covering his body enough, and yet another moment, he complained about Qingran using an umbrella on their walk as if nagging like a woman.

Qingran: "..."

Having such a brother, it feels like every day is messed up.

Xie Ying’an walked beside Li Qing Mo, calm and undisturbed, without saying a word.

Qingran thought, no wonder Xie Ying’an could be the male lead, while her brother, Li Qing Mo, at most could be a secondary character in a female lead role, and even then as the third rate brother, what prospects?

"Hey?" Li Qing Mo quickened his pace to catch up with Xie Ying’an.

Xie Ying’an glanced at him silently.

The meaning in that glance was clear to Li Qing Mo immediately, implying to spit it out if he had something to say.

Ha! When has Xie Ying’an started to become so aloof? Now he doesn’t even care to respond?

Li Qing Mo, grinning, asked him: "You’re not going to just stay at home this afternoon, are you?"

Xie Ying’an hummed noncommittally.

Li Qing Mo furrowed his brows even tighter, "Xie Ying’an, can’t you live a life a youth should?"

Xie Ying’an finally responded, "Where?"

"Arcade." Li Qing Mo’s brows relaxed, and he grinned.

Xie Ying’an didn’t respond. He looked at Qingran walking ahead, the girl’s back straight, her ponytail swinging with her steps, her school uniform slightly baggy, accentuating her slim figure.

His expression was hard to read, feeling like Qingran had been intentionally avoiding him these past few days, yet also subconsciously thinking he might be overthinking it.

"Are you coming or not?"

Li Qing Mo, impatient for an answer, urged him.

Xie Ying’an spoke calmly: "I’ll first take my sister home."

Li Qing Mo looked at him suspiciously for a while.

Why is Xie Ying’an more concerned about Li Qingran than her own brother?

It’s basically one of the unsolved mysteries of the world.

Besides, it’s just a few short steps; from this angle, you can already see their house, still escorting Li Qingran home?

Pretentious, does he think Li Qingran is a three-year-old?

Xie Ying’an quickened his pace to catch up with Qingran and tentatively asked her after walking a bit: "Are you going anywhere this afternoon?"

"No," Qingran shook her head, her expression tired: "I’m thinking of taking a nap when I get home."

Her weary demeanor wasn’t because of the last few days’ studies, but from tossing and turning and not being able to sleep...

Qingran glanced at Xie Ying’an unhappily.

Xie Ying’an, seeing her, was taken aback for a moment, quickly reflecting on when he might have annoyed her.

It’s not exactly provocation, but this guy couldn’t sleep a couple of nights ago and actually ran into her room, so now she’s worried every night that Xie Ying’an might suddenly come in again.

At Qingran’s home, she usually doesn’t lock the door at night, but now locking it all of a sudden would seem too deliberate.

Thus, thanks to Xie Ying’an, she hasn’t had a good night’s sleep in days, for fear that Xie Ying’an might suddenly burst in again.

Li Qingmo is actually quite conscious of his image, even dressing up stylishly when going out to play games.

He skipped lunch when he got home, ran upstairs, changed into a flashy outfit and rushed Xie Ying’an, who was eating.

Li Qingmo was dressed so flamboyantly, it looked as if he was going on a date.

Qingran was a little curious and asked Xie Ying’an, "Where are you guys going?"

"Video arcade." Xie Ying’an put down his chopsticks and casually asked, "Want to come?"

Qingran seriously considered for a moment. She’s been to the video arcade before, it’s mainly too noisy for her, she really doesn’t like it normally.

She shook her head, "No, I’m not going."

The expected result.

Li Qingmo dragged Xie Ying’an away, muttering as they walked, "Why take her? She’s such a noob at games, better off taking Liu Luoxi..."

Qingran: "..."

Forget it, arguing with this kind of person will only infuriate me eventually, better go to sleep.

When Qingran woke up, it was already three in the afternoon, and she had a very comfortable sleep.

But sleeping too long can also make your head hurt.

She went downstairs with a throbbing headache, poured a glass of water, sat on the sofa to ease her headache, and pulled out her phone which she hadn’t touched in days.

Perhaps everyone knew she usually doesn’t check her phone, there weren’t many WeChat messages this time.

The most recent message was from Xie Ying’an, sent an hour ago, displaying on the screen: Want some milk tea?

Who could refuse a cold bubble tea in the middle of summer?

Qingran couldn’t resist either, she replied with a nodding emoji.

Xie Ying’an almost instantly replied: I’ll bring you one.

Xie Ying’an: Will be back soon

Xie Ying’an: Just rest for a while after waking up, it’s very hot outside, don’t come out!

Typing at such speed, Qingran felt nothing but envy; she responded with an OK hand gesture emoji and scrolled down to see the message from her cousin Liu Luoxi sent three days ago.

So many messages, Qingran read each one.

Cousin: Ranran?

Cousin: Ranran, are you there? (Looking)

Cousin: Looks like you’re studying again. Ranran, this isn’t good, you’ll become a bookworm, and then you can’t get married (teasing)

Cousin: Ranran, I have to tell you a secret

Cousin: I finally know who that transfer student at your school looks like, he looks like a celebrity who is really popular these days, no wonder I find him handsome, because that celebrity is just my type!!!

Cousin: (Photo)

Cousin: Ahh! Ranran, isn’t my babe handsome???

There were loads more messages below, but Qingran didn’t scroll further; she clicked on the photo Liu Luoxi sent. Just as she opened it, the doorbell rang outside.

Qingran put down her phone and stood up to open the door.

Standing outside was Xie Ying’an, who came back earlier, without a sign of Li Qingmo.

Qingran stepped aside to let Xie Ying’an in, asking him, "Didn’t my brother come back with you?"

Xie Ying’an handed her the milk tea and said slowly with a gentle expression, "Ran into Song Shize at the video arcade, they are competing in a game so I came back first."

"Oh."

Song Shize, that person really is impossible to shake off, always showing up everywhere.

Qingran took the milk tea, stuck in a straw and took a sip, the cold sensation was incredibly refreshing in the summer heat.

The screen of Qingran’s phone was still lit on the table. Xie Ying’an sat down on the sofa and glanced inadvertently at Qingran’s phone screen. He thought he saw it wrong at first and took another look.

On the screen was a cream-faced young man with delicate features, striking a stylish pose, the collar of his shirt slightly open revealing a pristine delicate collarbone...

It was the kind of little puppy-dog celebrity Qingran liked.

Xie Ying’an’s expression slowly darkened, he looked up at Qingran, the warmth in his eyes instantly disappearing, even his tone carried a hint of displeasure: "Li Qingran, you like this type?"

Pointing precisely at Qingran’s phone screen.

Qingran: "..."

Damn!

Suddenly, the milk tea in her hand didn’t taste good anymore, what’s going on?