I Might Have Fallen in Love With My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 86 - 82 Height

Chapter 86: Chapter 82 Height

Qingran and Xie Ying’an went to the second floor together.

Aunt Liu had cleaned the room next to Li Qingmo’s these past few days, and the sheets and duvet covers were all freshly washed.

Xie Ying’an had stayed at Qingran’s home quite often before and was already familiar with everything.

It’s strange how boys behave; when Xie Ying’an and Li Qingmo were little, they were willing to snuggle together in one room. But when they were teenagers, neither of them wanted to share a room anymore.

After the incident with the love letter, Qingran was unilaterally mad at Xie Ying’an. As she went upstairs, she just helped him open the door to that room and then went back to her own room with her breakfast and milk in hand.

Xie Ying’an leaned against the doorway, watching her retreat, a faint smile playing across his dark eyes.

Proximity breeds fondness.

Song Shize didn’t expect that when Li Qingmo invited him to study, they would actually be studying.

The three boys gathered around the desk in Li Qingmo’s room, but Song Shize didn’t even bring his homework.

"Seriously..." Song Shize leaned on the desk and sighed towards Li Qingmo, "Studying? What did you invite me over for?"

Li Qingmo kept writing without lifting his head, "Check the WeChat message I sent you, did it not say study?"

Song Shize: "..."

Damn! I was just thinking about meeting your sister, how could I have thought it would only be studying?

The room was filled with an aura of academic excellence, and Song Shize couldn’t stand it for even a minute; he tried to sneak away: "You guys keep writing, I haven’t been to your house before, I’ll just wander around."

Li Qingmo let him be, without any reaction.

Xie Ying’an put down his pen and grabbed Song Shize by the collar of his clothes.

Song Shize struggled and protested: "Fuck, Xie Ying’an, what are you doing?"

"I’ll give you a tour," Xie Ying’an said as he dragged him out.

Li Qingmo glanced over, puzzled, and muttered quietly: "Those two are really crazy..."

Qingran’s room door was tightly shut. Song Shize clung to the wall, refusing to let go no matter how Xie Ying’an pulled: "I’m not leaving!"

Xie Ying’an let go of his collar, folded his arms, and coolly observed the stubborn Song Shize.

"Is this interesting, Xie Ying’an?" Song Shize had a ’know-it-all’ expression, then let go of the wall and spread his hands: "I have a lot of experience in this. Forcing is really pointless. If it’s yours, no one can take it. If it’s not, no matter how you try to stop others, it’s useless."

"Oh," Xie Ying’an responded noncommittally with a casual tone.

Watching Song Shize grin, Xie Ying’an slowly added: "I don’t believe that."

Song Shize: "..."

Damn, if I wasn’t sure I couldn’t beat you, I’d have to fight you again.

The noise outside was too much, Qingran opened the door and glanced at the two outside, her gaze resting on Xie Ying’an: "Xie Ying’an, come here?"

Xie Ying’an nodded and walked past Song Shize.

Song Shize: "!!!???"

Song Shize went crazy. He rushed into Li Qingmo’s room, snatched Li Qingmo’s pen, threw it aside, and while Li Qingmo was about to explode, pulled him toward Qingran’s room.

Qingran’s room door wasn’t locked. Hearing the noise, the two inside turned to look.

For the first time, Xie Ying’an frowned, a trace of irritation crossing his youthful face as he looked towards Li Qingmo: "Why did you call him here?"

Li Qingmo was more annoyed than him. He broke free from Song Shize and was about to accuse Song Shize but suddenly widened his eyes in discovery.

Li Qingmo ran away, leaving the three inside in total confusion.

Qingran pointed at the retreating figure of Li Qingmo, baffled: "My brother, did he..."

Did he grow a bit taller?

Song Shize was also confused: "You two are... studying?"

To give up such a good opportunity to be alone to study?

That’s so you, Xie Ying’an!

Qingran really didn’t want to bother with this lazy, ambitionless fool. She took out her phone and sent a WeChat message to Ruan Ruan, who quickly replied with an OK hand gesture.

Li Qingmo swaggered over with his homework, wedged Xie Ying’an aside, and sat down between the two.

As soon as he sat down, he looked at Xie Ying’an: "I finally understand why Li Qingran’s grades improved so fast. Have you been helping her with her homework all along?"

Xie Ying’an indifferently pushed him away, pointing to the left corner of the desk: "You go sit over there."

"What did you say?"

The two boys looked at each other across the room, Xie Ying’an’s eyes indifferent while Li Qingmo’s eyes seemed ready to spit fire.

Song Shize was thrilled inside: Fight, just fight, damn it, fight already.

On the other hand, Qingran was used to this scene, picked up her pen, and looked at the problems based on Xie Ying’an’s recent instructions, not caring when they would compromise.

"If you want tutoring," Xie Ying’an added slowly.

Li Qingmo instantly turned his anger into a smile: "Alright!"

He moved his homework and sat at the corner of the desk on the left.

Song Shize: "..."

God damn it, no wonder the school forum always has two or three things to say about these two, with Li Qingmo’s slightly impulsive nature, he can be entirely controlled by a single word from Xie Ying’an, who wouldn’t think more of it?

Several people gathered around the desk doing their homework, while Song Shize, utterly bored, sat on a nearby recliner and played with his phone.

After finishing a problem, Qingran asked Li Qingmo: "Bro, did you get taller during this school term?"

"Hehe~" Li Qingmo couldn’t hide his happiness, he threw his pen down, stood up, and showed off: "You finally noticed, I grew two centimeters in these three months, now I’m 180cm."

It wasn’t for nothing that he had been secretly practicing pull-ups every night.

Qingran puzzled: "180cm? Why does it seem like you’re about the same height as Song Shize to me?"

"I’m 183cm." Song Shize declared his height from behind and then glanced at Li Qingmo’s feet.

"Huh?" Song Shize pointed at the sneakers on Li Qingmo’s feet: "Why are you wearing sneakers at home, Li Qingmo? Those soles must be at least three centimeters thick, right?"

Li Qingmo: "..."

Do you even know what it means to turn a blind eye?

Li Qingmo looked at Song Shize: "How tall are you, Song Shize?"

When it came to height, Song Shize was somewhat proud; he jumped up from the recliner, stood on the floor, and flaunted his height: "A net height of 183 cm!"

"Oh," Li Qingmo’s expression was blank, he always had a cold face towards everyone taller than him: "As tall as Xie Ying’an."

Xie Ying’an: "I also grew two centimeters."

Li Qingmo swallowed: "Grew again, when?"

Xie Ying’an: "..."

"It’s okay," Song Shize didn’t care, "Anyway, I’m the youngest among you all, I’ll still grow."

Song Shize’s birthday was two days younger than Li Qingmo, making him the youngest of them.

Li Qingmo frowned: "It’s fine this way, being too tall isn’t good looking."

"Ha ha ha~" Song Shize grinned and laughed heartlessly, taunting Li Qingmo: "That’s because you’re too short; unable to reach our height, you naturally think we aren’t good looking."

Li Qingmo: "..."

Reflecting for the fifteenth time today, why did I invite this idiot over?

Of course, Li Qingmo wasn’t the shortest one here.

As the shortest one here, Qingran kept quiet and focused on her problems, deeply regretting bringing up the topic of height.

But the fire could eventually burn to her too, unwilling to be the shortest, Li Qingmo asked Qingran: "Hey, did you grow at all during this time?"

Qingran’s pen paused, she hadn’t measured her height since school started and really didn’t know if she grew.

She felt she hadn’t really grown, so she shook her head.

Indeed, the two siblings were the shortest.

Standing tall over his younger sister, Li Qingmo scolded: "I’ve told you not to be picky when eating, don’t pick! Look at how tall you are, you only have one more year to grow, if you don’t grow taller, you won’t be able to pick a good husband in the future!"

Song Shize: "She can marry me! I wouldn’t mind."

Xie Ying’an, Li Qingmo: "Shut up!!!"

Song Shize: "..."

Damn, aren’t you the one worried about your sister not getting married?

Li Qingmo: "Dream on, if she can’t get married, I’ll support her for life, it’ll never be your turn!!!"

Xie Ying’an reached over and gently touched Qingran’s hair, the soft strands twining around his fingers.

The boy was smiling, his eyes as brilliant as stars, his voice warm and gentle: "Not short. Ranran, your height is just perfect."