I Might Have Fallen in Love With My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 160 - 156 Rotten Idea

Chapter 160: Chapter 156 Rotten Idea

Qingran didn’t know how her brother spent the night, but figured that with Xie Ying’an by his side, he probably wasn’t too scared.

The next morning, when they went to school, the rain was still pouring outside, with the intensity of the thunderstorm varying. After Mr. Li went to his company, he even made sure the driver came back to take them to school.

Now Qingran couldn’t even think about not waiting for her brother.

When Li Qingmo came downstairs with dark circles under his eyes, Qingran and Xie Ying’an had been waiting for him downstairs for over ten minutes.

Li Qingmo rolled his eyes at Xie Ying’an and then gave a thumbs-up before pretending to collapse.

This gesture was a bit indecent. Qingran took a secret glance at Xie Ying’an, who didn’t seem bothered by Li Qingmo’s behavior at all.

Li Qingmo ignored Qingran’s urging, leisurely ate breakfast at the dining table, his movements calm and unhurried.

After a long look at his dark circles, Qingran quietly asked Xie Ying’an, "Didn’t my brother play video games again last night, did he?"

His dark circles could even rival a national treasure.

"No," Xie Ying’an curled the corner of his mouth, his smile containing a bit of schadenfreude, "He was just scared of the thunder."

Xie Ying’an certainly wouldn’t tell Qingran that Li Qingmo, thinking everyone else had left yesterday, screamed in terror wrapped in a blanket each time the thunder clapped. And when the thunder finally subsided, the moment Li Qingmo stuck his head out from the blanket and saw a shadow under the bed, his screams were even louder than when he was frightened by the thunder.

Xie Ying’an ignored him as well, letting him huddle in the corner of the bed shivering until late into the night.

Qingran was skeptical; her brother could fall asleep when someone was with him, so why would he have such severe dark circles?

Even with a driver, they nearly arrived late at school, thankfully due to the rain there was no flag-raising ceremony, otherwise they would have been late.

After all, even though there was a physics competition, it wasn’t all they had to study.

In the last week before the competition, Teacher Qin and Professor Yan both finished their teaching and returned.

Now everyone is so busy with studying that Huang Qianyu and her friends don’t even have the time to pick on Wen Shiyi, and Liang Fan’s figure has rarely been seen at the entrance of their class recently.

Old Wu has also been too busy to feed them motivational "chicken soup" quotes lately; any extra two minutes would be better spent solving an additional problem.

Because the end-of-term grades are related to the division of classes for senior year, aside from a few trailing classes, hardly any students are indifferent.

Students in other classes who are motivated all want to be placed in a good class, because a good class also has a better study atmosphere. Under the influence of a good atmosphere, one can unconsciously become more engaged in studying.

At the very least, in a good class filled with school bullies, when you encounter a question you can’t solve, you can occasionally ask them for help; it’s a win-win situation.

Not just anyone else, even that spoiled rich kid Song Shize wanted to be placed in a good class.

During lunchtime, Song Shize sat in the cafeteria with a toothpick in his mouth, as Ma Qingsheng and Wu Zixian racked their brains for ideas for him.

They say that three heads are better than one, but even after thinking for a long time, they still had no clue how to get Brother Ze into Class One.

Thinking too hard on this, Ma Qingsheng came up with an almost desperate suggestion: "Brother Ze, I think there are only two ways you can get into Class One now."

Song Shize perked up with interest and leaned in, "Let’s hear it?"

Those sitting near them thought Second Generation Song was plotting something mean again and, not wanting to be involved, hurriedly took their plates and left.

Wu Zixian, feeling embarrassed, buried his head in his food, but even this was a mistake; he got smacked on the head by Song Shize, "Reincarnated starving ghost, you!"

Wu Zixian held his head and dared not speak.

Afraid that the next smack would be on his own head, Ma Qingsheng didn’t care whether his idea was lousy or not, beaming a smile, he started, "Brother Ze, the first idea is to let Old Man Song have a word with the school administration..."

Seeing Song Shize’s face getting longer, Ma Qingsheng realized that this idea was utterly impossible and quickly spit out the other, "The other is to improve your grades in the upcoming final exams, so naturally you’d be placed into a good class."

Smack smack smack!

Song Shize smacked him on the head three times, spitting out the toothpick he had been chewing half the day, "You’re talking nonsense!"

At this moment, Wu Zixian was extremely grateful he hadn’t offered a lousy idea himself; he only got smacked once, but if he had, he probably would’ve ended up like Ma Qingsheng.

"What’s going on here?" Li Qingmo walked by their table carrying his plate and paused.

Wu Zixian grinned and called out "Brother Mo," giving up his seat for Li Qingmo.

Li Qingmo didn’t stand on ceremony, slapping his tray down onto the table and plopping down beside Song Shize to enjoy the show: "Carry on!"

Song Shize’s gaze fell on Li Qingmo’s eyes, and he revealed a wicked smile: "What happened to your eyes? Got punched?"

Li Qingmo was aware of the dark circles under his eyes. Because of them, today he had been suspected by Sun Ningzhi for a good half the day, who was adamant that he had played games all night using an alternate account.

Play my ass, who knew that he was almost scared to pee by that damn Xie Ying’an last night.

In the morning, when he accused Xie Ying’an of unethical behavior, Xie Ying’an just coolly smiled, saying it was just a small punishment for him sleeping without clothes.

Damn! Inside, he cursed ten thousand dogs.

When did he ever sleep without clothes? Wasn’t he wearing boxers?

Maybe Xie Ying’an was just jealous of his good figure.

Having had their fights before, Song Shize languidly added: "Who’s bullying you? Tell brother, and I will vent for you."

"What nonsense are you spouting? Since when are you my brother?" Li Qingmo scoffed a big mouthful of rice. He still wanted to save face in front of Song Shize, so he quickly made up an excuse: "Who could bully me, I was just up all night playing games."

Song Shize got somewhat excited upon hearing that: "Playing games all night and you didn’t involve me? I at least play games until the early hours every day."

So proud of yourself.

Ma Qingsheng twitched the corner of his mouth. This guy never learned from his mistakes yet admired the top students somewhat, since he was a weak student who struggled to study. He buttered up Li Qingmo: "Brother Mo is so awesome, gaming all night and still making it into the top ten of the grade."

That’s the top ten of the grade - a height they could never reach in their lifetimes, they couldn’t even think of the top hundred, let alone the top ten.

Li Qingmo grunted a response and continued shoveling rice without further discussion on the topic.

And then he nonchalantly asked: "What were you guys talking about just now?"

Song Shize didn’t want to return to that somewhat embarrassing topic, opting to stay silent.

Wu Zixian, perceptive as ever, also kept quiet, focusing on his meal.

Ma Qingsheng, afraid that Brother Ze would accuse him of being a reincarnated hungry ghost if he just gobbled his food, was eager to answer upon seeing that Brother Mo had a question: "Oh, Brother Mo, we were just discussing how Ze could possibly have ended up in Class 1 at the start of the term..."

Two loud slaps!

Song Shize smacked the table in frustration: "Can’t your mouth stay shut when there’s food?!"

Wuwuwu...

Ma Qingsheng’s heart shed tears as wide as noodles.

Speak incorrectly, it’s wrong; stay silent, it’s also wrong;

Eating is wrong, not eating is wrong too;

Mixing with Brother Ze is just too tough.

With Song Shize’s table slapping, some of the people close to their table ran off - jokingly, one Second Generation Son was trouble enough, let alone having a school bully joining in, they were practically an invincible team.

"Heh!" Li Qingmo scoffed, clearly irritated, and threw a disdainful glance at Song Shize: "Why are you thinking of moving to Class 1 again?"

Song Shize bragged shamelessly: "Of course, it’s to study hard, so I can get a decent score in college entrance exams and make Old Man Song proud."

Wu Zixian and Ma Qingsheng, two brother-in-misery with their heads down eating, exchanged glances, each reading in the other’s eyes: Brother Ze really dares to boast!

Li Qingmo didn’t buy what Song Shize was selling at all.

"Get real!" he retorted, and with an inquisitive look sized up Song Shize, the warning clear: "I’m telling you, if you dare to bother Li Qingran again, don’t blame me for not considering brotherly affection."

"How could I possibly?!" Song Shize, going against his own conscience, patted his skinny chest: "I have a girlfriend."

Unfortunately, the seed of doubt had already been planted in Li Qingmo’s heart.