I Might Have Fallen in Love With My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 187 - 182: Seeking Refuge (Combined)_2

Chapter 187: Chapter 182: Seeking Refuge (Combined)_2

He truly despised that old Li Qingmo who’d boast about his grades to Li Qingran whenever he scored well, damn it, back then he’d never have thought that fortunes could take such a turn.

"...Why think so much?" Song Shize’s phone immediately followed with a game notification sound, this guy is blatantly the "unaware ghost" that Old Wu spoke of, with grades as open as his pants, never thinking to improve them, but still eagerly inviting Li Qingmo: "Hurry, hurry, let’s group up."

When two gaming pros joined forces, they were simply unbeatable; in just over an hour, both had climbed up several ranks.

Li Qingmo briefly put down his phone, looked around the living room, didn’t see what he was looking for, and then asked Song Shize: "Do you have nothing to eat here?"

Song Shize was playing the game with a twisted face, spouting colorful language, completely ignoring Li Qingmo’s question, his fingers flying across the screen.

Not until nine in the evening did the two stop their gaming.

Song Shize rubbed his stomach and asked Li Qingmo, who had put down his phone earlier, "Hungry? Are you?"

Li Qingmo was already starving, "What to eat? Takeout?"

"What else?" Song Shize raised an eyebrow: "You think I can cook?"

Li Qingmo: "..."

If you could cook, all the mother pigs in the world would be climbing trees.

The apartment Song Shize currently inhabited was a bachelor pad, not a big place, but because it’s located near the school, the property prices here were absurdly high.

Maybe for fear of drawing attention, Mr. Song hadn’t purchased a property here; the room Song Shize was staying in, to be precise, was rented.

The takeout they ordered arrived quickly, Li Qingmo hadn’t eaten outside food for a while, but upon trying it, he felt it was nowhere near as good as the meals Aunt Liu made.

What to do? Just a few hours after leaving home and he was already thinking of going back.

After the two guys finished eating, they carelessly stacked the dishes on the table and continued to slump on the couch.

Li Qingmo, accustomed to tidiness at home, couldn’t stand it anymore and kicked Song Shize, who was sitting beside him.

Song Shize turned his head to look at him in annoyance: "What?"

Li Qingmo gestured towards the clutter on the table: "The garbage is almost piling up to the table, aren’t you going to clean it up?"

"Clean what." Song Shize didn’t care at all, "My dad arranges a cleaner regularly to come, someone will clean it up eventually."

Hearing this, Li Qingmo was reassured.

After all, although he couldn’t stand the hygiene, he didn’t want to clean up either.

The two laid back in the same posture on the sofa and continued gaming.

As they played, Song Shize caught on and slapped the sofa, suggesting to Li Qingmo: "There’s only one bed in my room; I’m not used to sleeping with others, so you’ll have to make do with the couch tonight."

Li Qingmo glanced at him, sneered: "A guest in someone’s home is still a guest, you’re letting a guest sleep on the sofa?"

Song Shize rolled his eyes: "You? A guest?"

Li Qingmo hummed.

"Go to hell with that," Song Shize dismissed him: "Anyway, you’ve got to sleep on the sofa tonight, or, if there’s still time, hurry home now."

Li Qingmo didn’t want to return home; if he went back now, he’d probably be secretly ridiculed by Li Qingran.

The school bully, fearless of heaven and earth, reluctantly bowed his proud head to the mighty: "Alright then, I’ll make do with the couch tonight, but tomorrow you’re sleeping on it."

Song Shize thought about it and nodded in agreement: "Alright then."

After ten at night, a thunderstorm started outside.

In the brightly lit living room, the two absorbed in their game paid no attention to the weather outside.

Until a thunderous roar struck, Li Qingmo froze for a moment, suddenly threw his phone aside, and leapt to cling onto Song Shize.

Song Shize: "..."

Holy shit! Holy SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!!

When Li Qingmo suddenly grabbed his neck, Song Shize’s mind went completely blank, and once he could think straight again, his first thought was: Could Li Qingmo be gay?

Just the thought was enough to scare him; he struggled to break free from Li Qingmo’s grasp and jumped back three steps.

He clutched his chest tightly, looking at Li Qingmo defensively, his face unsettled, "You, you, you, you..."

He was so anxious he couldn’t even speak.

Pah, pah, pah! What was he thinking?

Startled by the thunder, Li Qingmo reacted slowly, just now shoved aside by Song Shize, half-lying on the sofa, still in a bewildered state.

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