I Might Have Fallen in Love With My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 80 - 76 Teacher Sun

Chapter 80: Chapter 76 Teacher Sun

How despicable is Song Shize?

Rarely does he win a bet, and when he does, he revels in prestige but will absolutely not allow anyone to cheat in front of him, especially those who lost to him.

No clue how many honest losers are there, but he keeps a record.

Moreover, when others tick their ID, he and Ma Qingsheng intently watch over to ensure no cheating occurs.

At 10:20 PM, Ma Qingsheng handed the summarized list of attendees to Song Shize.

"Brother Ze, less than half of them showed up."

Song Shize’s face visibly darkened, he sneered at the list, "Seems like these people can’t accept losing to grandpa here."

Ma Qingsheng awkwardly chuckled, staying silent.

Not accepting? Bullshit, they’re just afraid of losing face.

Song Shize stroked his chin, still void of stubble, and casually picked up a piece of paper with names on it.

He squinted his eyes and asked Wu Zixian with yellow hair, "What did Xie Ying’an say?"

Wu Zixian replied, "Brother An..."

Song Shize coolly glanced away, "Brother An? Where did this Brother An come from? Brother An my ass!"

Wu Zixian chuckled, "Don’t be angry, Brother Ze. Aren’t we now in the same class as Xie Ying’an? Hearing others call him that, it just slipped out."

Besides, you can’t compare to him in looks.

Nor in reputation and credibility.

Nor in academic performance.

Barely superior in a fight, yet you ended up beaten to the hospital by his few punches.

In terms of family background, your dad couldn’t do anything to Xie Ying’an either, seems like you’re on the same level, it’s just that he’s more low-key.

So, we can’t even address him as Brother An?

Although he grumbled inwardly, Wu Zixian exchanged a glance with Ma Qingsheng, neither daring to say a word.

Song Shize was still in a frenzy, fluttering the A4 paper loudly, "Why didn’t we think of this printing method beforehand?"

Wu Zixian: "..."

Ma Qingsheng: "..."

Song Shize frowned, "Isn’t it said that ’three cobblers with their wits combined can surpass Zhuge Liang’?"

Before Ma Qingsheng could respond, Song Shize’s WeChat call ringtone desperately sounded.

Song Shize pulled out his phone and answered upon seeing the name on the screen, "What?"

Despite his cool demeanor, impatience seeped through.

Ruan Ruan, on the other end, ignored his attitude and went straight to the point, "Song Shize, didn’t you record lots of videos today? Send them to me to have a look."

Wu Zixian approached cheerily, "Hi sister-in-law."

Song Shize’s face sank, and ultimately he held back from saying anything.

"Pfft!" Ruan Ruan outright showed her disdain, "What sister-in-law? Call me Sister Ruan."

Wu Zixian: "..."

Tsk, no wonder Brother Ze lost to her, these two are both out of their minds.

"Alright, alright, I’ll send them later," Song Shize grew even more impatient, "If there’s nothing else, I’m hanging up."

"Hey!" Ruan Ruan glared at him through the screen, "What kind of attitude is that, Song Shize? Do you even know your place?"

Song Shize "tch"-ed and hung up.

Ma Qingsheng gave a thumbs up, "Brother Ze is mighty."

Song Shize posed like an idiot, "Don’t you know who I am?"

Then, as something came to mind, he laughed coldly again, "Heh! So what if Xie Ying’an looks good and has great grades? Isn’t he just like me, unable to win over Li Qingran?"

It’s the bitter truth.

——

Li Qingmo has indeed been avoiding Qingran recently. The siblings used to vie for ranks, usually only two places apart at most.

This time, Qingran made it into the top three, while he humiliatingly came in tenth, a disgrace he has never experienced in his seventeen years of life.

Thus, when his homeroom teacher, Teacher Sun, suggested tutoring him and supervising his studies, Li Qingmo agreed almost without hesitation.

Before this, he never imagined that Teacher Sun’s tutoring would be akin to hell mode.

At 20:34 in the evening, there were only two students and one teacher in the office.

Li Qingmo was one of the two students, and the other was also a male student.

The two students were buried in their work while Teacher Sun, the homeroom teacher for Class 3, sat behind them, grading papers.

"Brother Mo?" The male student sitting opposite Li Qingmo called out to him.

Li Qingmo looked up at him, silent.

"Brother Mo, did the teacher say when we can go back?"

Li Qingmo tilted his head back slightly, "If you want to know, go ask her yourself."

"Shh!" The other student hurriedly placed a finger on his lips, gesturing for Li Qingmo to keep it down.

Fortunately, just then, Teacher Sun’s phone vibrated twice, and she took her phone and left the office.

Now the male student opposite Li Qingmo finally let out a sigh of relief. He put down his pen, stretched, and gossiped, "A phone call at this hour? Brother Mo, do you think it could be Teacher Sun’s boyfriend urging her to come home?"

Li Qingmo’s pen paused, and he looked up indifferently, "None of your damn business. Have you finished your homework?"

The male student shivered and picked up his pen, muttering quietly, "Brother Mo, why has your temper been getting worse lately..."

Li Qingmo ignored him and continued to work on his assignment.

Teacher Sun returned after finishing her phone call and asked, "Have you finished?"

The male student replied first, "Teacher, I’m already on the fifth test paper."

Teacher Sun smiled satisfactorily at him, then turned to look at Li Qingmo, "Are you done, Qingmo?"

Of course, Li Qingmo had finished, but he didn’t want to go home at this hour.

It was too early; Qingran definitely hadn’t gone to bed yet.

During this time, he did not want to see the triumphant look on winner Li Qingran’s face.

Before he could answer, Teacher Sun approached Li Qingmo, and a faint scent of flowers wafted over; Li Qingmo didn’t need to look up to see a slim waist.

He frowned and backed away a bit, "Teacher, your scent is overwhelming me."

Teacher Sun’s beautiful face showed no sign of embarrassment; she had grown accustomed to being snubbed by this problematic student in the class.

She just chuckled lightly, "I’m not wearing perfume."

"It’s still too fragrant," Li Qingmo scrunched his nose, "I’m not used to it."

The male student opposite him was rolling his eyes inwardly, so much so that they seemed to be reaching the sky. No wonder some of the decent-looking boys in the class had secretly started dating, while the handsome Li Qingmo still didn’t have a girlfriend.

With such an attitude that kills conversation dead right from the start, it would be a wonder if he could find a girlfriend.

Teacher Sun seemed to be only six or seven years older than them. With a prestigious school degree, she taught their class in her first year of work, and when they moved up to second year, Teacher Sun to their surprise moved up with them.

Even she found it incredible to be teaching second-year with her experience.

Moreover, Teacher Sun was exceptionally pretty, with a mature charm, yet very young. Standing with this group of high school students, she hardly seemed like a teacher but more like a high school student.

"Alright," Teacher Sun stepped back, "I’ll keep my distance, but it’s time now. You and Chen Fu should head back."

Li Qingmo quickly packed up the test papers on his desk and hurried out with Chen Fu.

"Goodbye, teacher," he said, and his figure disappeared into the night.

"Take it easy!" Teacher Sun watched their retreating figures and laughed silently to herself.

She turned off the office lights and walked towards the teacher’s dormitory building.