I Might Have Fallen in Love With My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 87 - 83: Fortune Comes in Turns

Chapter 87: Chapter 83: Fortune Comes in Turns

In fact, Qingran has not only grown taller recently but also surpassed the combined height of Xie Ying’an and Li Qingmo.

4cm!

From 161cm to 165cm.

Li Qingmo to himself: Damn, the clown was me all along.

Song Shize also couldn’t believe it, "Grow 4 centimeters in three months, Li Qingran, have you been eating fertilizer?"

Qingran herself was also puzzled, she hadn’t been informed about her height growth nor measured it herself, so naturally, she wouldn’t know.

As they were talking, the real ’shorty’ Ruan Ruan arrived.

The first thing Ruan Ruan did as she entered was to look for Qingran, sprinting up the stairs as if in a hundred-meter dash, her voice echoing from afar: "My little Ranran, I’m here."

Hearing Ruan Ruan’s voice, Song Shize’s eyes widened in surprise, soon replaced by a despairing expression: "Li Qingran, must you be that clingy?"

"Clingy?" Ruan Ruan poked her head in, only catching the last part of the sentence, clueless about the context: "Where’s the clingy?"

Song Shize’s lips curled into a sardonic smile, pointing towards Ruan Ruan: "Over there."

Ruan Ruan, initially believing him, turned her head only to see nothing behind her.

Li Qingmo couldn’t help but laugh, while Qingran held back her laughter.

Realization dawned on Ruan Ruan, who looked at Song Shize with a mocking smile, and suddenly flung her backpack at his face, "Go to hell, you jerk!"

Song Shize raised his arms to block, but the backpack still hit him.

Second Generation Son has one good point, he hardly gets angry with girls, especially since he started this, so he’s even less likely to be upset.

"It’s just a joke, you girls just love to get really angry."

"Whatever," Ruan Ruan scoffed coldly: "Oh, so being called a ’dog’ makes you happy?"

Song Shize, unbothered as if impervious to boiling water, said: "At least I won’t get mad."

At this point, even Ruan Ruan didn’t bother reacting to him further.

While others inside were measuring their heights, Ruan Ruan got interested and stood up for Li Qingmo to measure her, "Brother Mo, measure me too, I haven’t checked my height for half a year."

Li Qingmo unfolded the measuring tape in his hands, repeating the question he asked Qingran earlier: "Don’t you guys ever measure your own height and weight during gym classes?"

Earlier, Qingran had dodged the question and didn’t answer him.

Ruan Ruan casually said: "During measurements, the equipment announces height and weight loudly, which girl likes others to see their weight?"

Her statement was indeed true. Girls loved to underreport their weight.

"162cm." Li Qingmo put away the measuring tape and announced a number.

Ruan Ruan exclaimed: "No way! Did I only grow 0.5cm over half a year?"

"Ha!" Song Shize looked Ruan Ruan up and down, frowning in disdain: "Now I see, not only is your appearance lacking, but you’re also not tall."

Ruan Ruan smiled ruefully: "So what? You’re still officially under my name, right?"

Song Shize almost choked, folding his hands in prayer towards Ruan Ruan: "Sister Ruan, this bet has been going on too long, when will you be tired of it? I dream of kicking myself free."

Ruan Ruan raised her chin: "Then keep dreaming."

"Fine," Song Shize grabbed Ruan Ruan’s collar mischievously and dragged her outside, "Since you’re my girlfriend, you should fulfill some girlfriend duties."

Qingran, somehow worried, was about to follow them but was stopped by Xie Ying’an, who shook his head: "Song Shize won’t do anything reckless."

Qingran was half-convinced. Hearing Ruan Ruan’s voice from downstairs, she hurriedly leaned out the window to look.

Downstairs, Ruan Ruan waved at her: "Ranran, I’m stepping out for a bit, I’ll be back soon."

Ruan Ruan didn’t come back for a long time, and Qingran called her several times in between. Ruan Ruan’s voice was full of excitement: "Hey, Ranran, we’re having skewers, do you want to come and join us?"

Qingran: "...No thanks."

Li Qingmo gripped his pen a bit harder and complained: "Song Shize really lacks loyalty, going to have skewers with girls and not even inviting us, right?"

He nudged Xie Ying’an’s arm who was sitting in the middle.

Xie Ying’an was lowering his eyelids, slightly frustrated with his homework, "We can also go out tonight."

Li Qingmo was delighted, this was the response he was waiting for: "Great, so we’re going out to eat tonight?"

Qingran looked up at him, the usually calm girl suddenly flashed a playful smile.

Li Qingmo suddenly felt an alarm go off in his mind.

"Brother, how does it feel to rank tenth in the grade?"

Li Qingmo: "..."

I knew it!

The problem is, why have you held off until now to mention it?

Qingran was still smiling: "Brother, can going out for skewers fill the void in your heart from being the tenth in the grade?"

Li Qingmo: "..."

He silently picked up his pen and bowed his head to continue working on problems, but he could no longer focus on what was written.

Qingran stopped doing her homework too, she began counting on her fingers and revisiting past events: "Brother, do you remember the first mid-term exam in the first half of freshman year? I ranked seventh in the grade, and you said you wouldn’t score so poorly even if you closed your eyes. So for this exam, did you take it with your eyes closed?"

Li Qingmo looked at Xie Ying’an for help.

Xie Ying’an had no intention of helping, his half-smile staring at Li Qingmo, he coolly said: "So you once said such things?"

"What about this?" Qingran raised a second finger, continuing her tally: "My brother also said that anyone who couldn’t make it into the top five in the grade was trash, a hopeless case, basically a lost cause."

Xie Ying’an chuckled and nodded in agreement: "That sounds about right."

"Hey, Xie Ying’an!" Li Qingmo gestured frantically with his eyebrows, signaling that they were on the same side.

Xie Ying’an added fuel to the fire: "I don’t like to be friends with hopeless cases."

Li Qingmo felt so angry he could spit blood.

Song Shize, that idiot, is nowhere to be found when he should be here, swinging in front of them non-stop when he shouldn’t.

When he thought about bringing Song Shize, he only considered that in front of the ultimate trash, Song Shize, Qingran would never bring up the arrogant things he said before.

Damn, unexpected!

Qingran continued counting on her fingers: "Brother, do you remember..."

"Ah! My stomach hurts so bad..." Li Qingmo interrupted Qingran’s words, clutching his stomach and running out. He didn’t forget to make eye contact with Xie Ying’an, signaling him to follow.

Xie Ying’an coolly looked away, pretending not to see.

Qingran rested her chin on her hands, amusedly watching Li Qingmo’s flustered escape.

What goes around comes around, no one is spared by fate.

Qingran turned back, Xie Ying’an was leaning by the window, smiling as he watched her. A ray of sunlight shone through a gap at the top of the window, the boy was dazzling for a moment.

Qingran’s mind sounded the alarm again, she suddenly had a premonition.

In the days to come, with Xie Ying’an staying at her house, the drama was certainly not over yet.

Meanwhile, Xie Ying’an silently took note: Ranran holds grudges, very clearly!