I Might Have Fallen in Love With My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 78 - 74 Cleaning the Playground

Chapter 78: Chapter 74 Cleaning the Playground

On the other side, Xie Ying’an sat by his desk, holding his phone and gazing at the message "okay," his eyes flickering with light and shadow.

His fingertips tapped rapidly on the screen, quickly sending two more messages, but he waited for quite a while and Li Qingran didn’t reply again.

The door to his room was open, and Zhao Yan walked in with a cup of milk, glanced at Xie Ying’an and asked with a smile, "Messaging Ranran?"

Xie Ying’an put away his phone and responded with a low hum.

With a smirk, Zhao Yan handed him the milk.

A trace of disdain flashed through Xie Ying’an’s eyes as he refused, "I don’t want it."

"You have to drink it," Zhao Yan firmly placed the milk in Xie Ying’an’s hand, "How else will you grow taller?"

Frowning at the milk, Xie Ying’an complained, "Mom, you’ve been using that excuse for over a decade, can’t we change it up?"

"Sure," Zhao Yan nodded, "If you don’t drink your milk, then I won’t go see your dad for a while. I’ll just stay home with you."

As soon as she finished speaking, an empty milk cup was handed back to her.

Zhao Yan left, holding the empty milk cup with a satisfied air, even her departing silhouette exuded triumph.

Little rascal, now that I’ve found your weakness, you’re not getting away with it!

Her steps halted at the door, turning back to warn her son: "I’m telling you, it’s fine if you don’t want to study, but you better not disturb Qingran’s studying."

Behind her, Xie Ying’an responded with an indifferent acknowledgment.

Only then did Zhao Yan go downstairs contentedly.

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Wednesday was undoubtedly the most unbearable day for all the students who lost bets.

The school bell they usually looked forward to now seemed like a death knell.

Li Qingran didn’t care about that; she was devoted to her studies and also secretly figuring out the newfound hero aura around Xie Ying’an.

When the bell rang at the end of the day, Xie Ying’an didn’t move, nor did Ruan Ruan.

Li Qingran paused while packing her books into the bag and asked Xie Ying’an, "Aren’t you going back?"

Of course, Xie Ying’an wanted to go back with her, but it was obviously more important to stand up for her right now.

He glanced at Ruan Ruan, who seemed hesitant to come over, and said, "You go back with Ruan Ruan first."

He spoke loudly enough for Ruan Ruan to definitely hear.

Ruan Ruan: "..."

Damn it! I don’t want to go back, Brother An, I want to go to the field to watch the face-slapping spectacle!!!

Of course, Ruan Ruan dared not say this in front of Xie Ying’an.

She walked out of the classroom with Li Qingran, and just as they reached downstairs, Ruan Ruan received a phone call from Song Shize.

His loud voice boomed on the other end, and even without speakerphone, Li Qingran could hear—

"Where are you? Why haven’t you come over yet?"

The background was a cacophony of noises.

Ruan Ruan rolled her eyes, "Going home with Ranran, not coming."

"Who? With who?" Song Shize’s noisy background quieted down a lot; he seemed to have found a quiet spot: "Li Qingran? Have her come too. I can win this time, and Li Qingran’s contribution is indispensable."

Ruan Ruan looked at Li Qingran, who shook her head at her.

With a hint of disappointment, Ruan Ruan muttered into the phone, "I already said we’re not coming. Just send me some good face-slapping videos later."

"Send you a damn video." With that, Song Shize abruptly hung up.

Ruan Ruan glared at her phone, fuming, "Really feel like dumping this guy right now."

Qingran smiled and didn’t speak. Once the two of them descended the teaching building, Qingran gestured for Ruan Ruan to head toward the sports field. "Want to take a look?"

Ruan Ruan’s face lit up with excitement: "Ranran, you want to go too?"

"I’m not going," Qingran withdrew her arm. "If you want to go, you can take a look. I’m not particularly interested in gossip about myself."

Ruan Ruan was torn between wanting to go watch and wanting to accompany Qingran home. The sports field was quite far from here, and only faint sounds could be heard from there. After struggling internally, she eventually gave up: "Forget it, Ranran, I’ll go back with you."

"We don’t live in the same place anyway," Qingran said as she continued walking ahead, waving to her, "It’s still early, Ruan Ruan. Don’t stay up too late watching and head home early."

Ruan Ruan hesitated for a long time, and by the time Qingran had left the school gate, she still wanted to go to the sports field to have a look. Curiosity killed the cat.

Since Qingran was already out of reach, why not go to the sports field and have a look? Later, she would take a few extra photos for Qingran, she consoled herself.

In fact, the number of people who came to the sports field today was not that large, probably only about half of them, and most of them were boys.

Because, more or less, some people didn’t take Xie Ying’an and Song Shize’s words seriously.

Most people felt embarrassed and with a sense of relief thought that with so many people, no one would notice if just I didn’t go.

In other words, even if they did notice, so what? Surely they couldn’t force me to go if I didn’t want to?

They definitely wouldn’t have expected Song Shize to be literally a dog. The teachers wouldn’t be anywhere near the sports field after school, and Song Shize sat comfortably in his chair, legs shaking, holding a megaphone he got from who knows where.

In front of him were three desks, each covered with a sheet of paper listing all the nicknames and IDs of those who lost the bets.

As the crowd was about right, Song Shize turned on the megaphone and called out: "Those who have arrived, come and find your ID and make a check. If you don’t check off, I’ll be coming to find each one of you tomorrow."

People looked at each other, then whispered amongst themselves, wondering what the Second Generation Son was up to, and for a while, not a single person moved to check their ID.

Song Shize was almost laughing, "Not signing? If you don’t sign, I’ll take it as you didn’t come, and I’ll still come looking for you tomorrow. If you don’t believe me, just try me!"

Still, no one came forward, but Xie Ying’an did show up. He casually picked up a sheet from the desk and looked at it. The ID numbers were scribbled carelessly and would be hard to recognize if not looked at closely.

Xie Ying’an gathered up the sheets of paper on the desk and replaced them with his own neatly printed ones.

His dark eyes glanced over the crowd, took the megaphone from Song Shize’s hand, and said only one sentence: "One should honor the bets they make."

The young man’s eyes and brows were cool and detached. Without much effort, he stood there with an air of poised authority that demanded respect.

"Ha ha~" Song Shize teased him, "My threats didn’t make anyone come over, but with just that one sentence from you, they..."

He stopped abruptly, as a few girls walked over together, heads bowed, found their IDs on the phone and checked them off. They glanced shyly at Xie Ying’an, then scurried to a corner of the sports field to weed.

Damn!

Song Shize cursed inwardly, was this damn Xie Ying’an employing some kind of seduction?

Some things are just a matter of taking the lead. Once someone starts, the others are stuck between a rock and a hard place, whether to follow or not.

Xie Ying’an’s gaze shifted to the group of boys at the front. The boys exchanged looks, then ran over to scour the desk for their names.

Gradually, more and more people arrived.

Some girls weeding whispered amongst themselves: "Second Generation Son is helping Li Qingran, is it because he’s been chasing her? Why would the school hunk help her too? Could it be..."

A girl next to her cut in: "What nonsense! I heard Xie... is Li Qingran’s classmate."

"But, even for a classmate, isn’t that a bit much?"

"What are you trying to imply?" the girl who answered her stared accusingly, her tone pressing: "Could the school hunk possibly like Li Qingran?"

Her tone carried a bit of annoyance.

"No, I didn’t mean that," the girl dumped the weeds she had pulled out to the side: "I mean, even the school bully Li Qingmo is Li Qingran’s brother, and he didn’t come..."

"Oh, who knows about that, but my Brother An would definitely not like Li Qingran. Like everyone’s actually smitten with Li Qingran, ha!"

There were also a few gathered in a corner, cursing the class two students.

The students from class two who came to the sports field didn’t dare retort, but inwardly they cursed Yang Xuetin to high heaven.

Ruan Ruan stood on high ground, capturing this spectacular scene one photo at a time.

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