I Might Have Fallen in Love With My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 98 - 94: Keep Up?

Chapter 98: Chapter 94: Keep Up?

The school attaches great importance to this physics competition.

So much so that they didn’t even give us a break on Labor Day. The physics teacher left, but her spirit of physics remains.

Li Qing Mo snapped the pen in his hand and cursed "This is insane", kicked the chair away, and left.

Qingran looked up at him briefly, while Xie Ying’an sitting next to her hadn’t even lifted his head.

Because this was already the seventh time Li Qing Mo had snapped a pen this afternoon!

Qingran quietly tucked her pencil case into the crack of the sofa, trying to save the last two pens inside.

Sure enough, Li Qing Mo, who temporarily suppressed his irritation with a bottle of ice-cold cola, stretched his hand towards her as soon as he sat down: "Qingran, lend me a pen."

Qingran shook her head in refusal: "No more pens, bro, you’ve snapped them all."

Li Qing Mo obviously didn’t believe it, merely urging: "Hurry up, there are still a bunch of difficult questions to do."

Qingran thought to herself: You still know there are a bunch of questions to do? Kicking the table, throwing chairs, snapping pens, and swearing, as if you’re really finishing these questions!

Qingran stubbornly refused to take out the last two pens.

There was nothing Li Qing Mo could do, even if he was the school bully, what could he do? Could he hit his own sister?

Not to mention hitting Qingran, just scaring her a bit, and when their dad comes back, he could skin Li Qing Mo alive.

Li Qing Mo turned his head to look at Xie Ying’an who was engrossed in solving problems, "Hey! Xie Ying’an?"

Xie Ying’an didn’t even lift his head: "No."

Damn! Could you be any more blunt in refusal?

But Xie Ying’an really had no pens, given that even the essential physics problems were brought back by Qingran for him, it was obvious how unlikely it was for him to carry a pen.

Li Qing Mo slumped on the sofa, his face filled with despair.

After a while, Qingran felt a bit sorry for him. Just when she reached into the sofa crack and touched the pencil case, Xie Ying’an stopped her, pressing her hand down and gently shaking his head.

The young man’s voice was clear and decisive: "Let him figure it out himself, it’s time to cure his temper."

Qingran let go of the pencil case and escaped from under Xie Ying’an’s hand.

She really wanted to reply to Xie Ying’an: Do you remember, before you went to your grandfather’s, your temper was even worse than Li Qing Mo’s?

But, Qingran noticed that since she had grabbed Xie Ying’an’s hand twice, he seemed to look for opportunities to hold her hand whenever he could.

Could it be that holding hands is addictive?

Lying on the sofa, it didn’t take long for Li Qing Mo to come up with an idea. He took out his phone and sent a voice message. Qingran couldn’t hear what he said from too far away.

After finishing, he tossed his phone aside and continued to sprawl on the sofa in a relaxed manner.

Qingran felt her brother did not deserve sympathy at all. Having lived with Li Qing Mo for 17 years, couldn’t she guess what he was thinking?

It was simply because he felt studying recently had been very tiring and hard, and he wanted to take a break for Labor Day.

Moreover, last night Qingran was caught complaining by her older cousin Liu Luo Xi.

Saying that the damned Li Qing Mo was going to stand her up again, they had both planned to team up and game for a whole day and night, but Li Qing Mo bailed at the critical moment.

Liu Luo Xi also said she was coming over today to seek an explanation from Li Qing Mo. When she found out they would be doing homework all day, she chickened out.

Then she chatted with Qingran about all sorts of things, but never mentioned coming over again.

End of the day, he was her own brother, Qingran couldn’t bear it, she took out the pencil case and threw it to Li Qing Mo lying on the sofa, pretending to be dead.

"Bro, I only have two pens left, use them sparingly."

Li Qing Mo glanced at the pencil case with the corner of his eye, scoffed: "Cut it out! I’m not interested anymore!"

This only infuriated Qingran. She ran over, took back the pencil case, joined Xie Ying’an in focusing on the homework without giving another look to Li Qing Mo.

After half an hour, the doorbell rang.

Li Qing Mo, who was ’playing dead’ on the sofa, instantly perked up, sprang up from the sofa in one swift motion, and lazily slipped on his slippers to rush out and open the door.

Qingran guessed, probably someone came to deliver a pen to her brother.

But, Qingran never dreamed that the person coming to deliver a pen to Li Qing Mo would actually be Song Shize.

Wasn’t the lesson from last time, when Song Shize crazily delayed her from doing homework, enough?

The spoiled rich kid is truly a spoiled rich kid, as he pushed the box in his arms into Li Qing Mo’s hands, waving dismissively like a boss: "These are all for you, no thanks needed!"

Li Qing Mo didn’t plan to thank him either. He took the box over to his desk, glanced provocatively at Qingran, then started taking out one box of pens after another.

One box after another, nearly filling up the desk.

Qingran: "..."

This childish ghost!

Xie Ying’an gave Li Qing Mo a plain look, reminding him: "If you don’t start doing your homework now, there’s no hope you’ll finish it today."

Li Qing Mo carelessly: "I’ll just copy your answers later."

"And then?" Xie Ying’an raised an eyebrow: "Addicted to being trash?"

Being reminded of a sore spot again, Li Qing Mo instantly exploded: "Xie Ying’an, don’t push it too far!"

Xie Ying’an couldn’t be bothered with him, bowing his head to continue solving problems.

Song Shize swaggered over, and just as he was about to pass by Xie Ying’an to approach Qingran, Xie Ying’an grabbed his arm.

The young man’s eyes were a bit cold, tone even colder: "Where are you going?"

Song Shize sheepishly touched his nose, argued: "Where can I go? Just wanted to see what homework you guys are doing."

Not even ghosts would believe that.

Seeing Qingran reaching for her phone again, the caught Song Shize suddenly panicked, "Li Qingran, if you dare let Ruan Ruan come again today, I..."

Li Qing Mo slapped the back of Song Shize’s head to interrupt him: "Shut up! Don’t be noisy!"

Song Shize turned his head and yelled: "Fucking hell, Li Qing Mo, you bastard who uses and discards people."

Li Qing Mo: Seriously fucking regret calling this guy over again!

With Song Shize present, Qingran still sent a message to Ruan Ruan, if Ruan Ruan didn’t come, none of the three would manage to finish their homework today.

Today Ruan Ruan arrived even faster; she was already out playing, and upon seeing Qingran’s message, she took a ride over.

Song Shize saw Ruan Ruan, his face full of despair.

Ruan Ruan, dragging an unwilling Song Shize, sat on the couch. She glanced over at the desk, signaling Song Shize to lean in closer.

Song Shize was somewhat cautious, covering his chest asking Ruan Ruan: "What?"

Ruan Ruan rolled her eyes: "You can stop thinking about your boiled chicken body, listen to what I’ve got to say."

Song Shize glared, his finger pointing at his nose: "Did you just call me boiled chicken?!"

Ruan Ruan, not a big man, very flexible, placated: "Okay okay, my bad."

Song Shize didn’t accept: "If only you could be a bit sincere, I’d accept that."

"Accept your mom!" Ruan Ruan had no time to dawdle with him, stepped forward and grabbed Song Shize’s ear, not waiting for him to get angry, she spoke first: "Do you know they are all going to F University tomorrow?"

Of course, Song Shize didn’t know, he was only concerned with stirring trouble, didn’t pay attention to school matters, he wouldn’t have a clue.

Saving his ear from Ruan Ruan’s grasp, he still foolishly asked: "Who’s they?"

Ruan Ruan winked toward Qingran.

Song Shize suddenly got interested, excitedly rubbing his hands, asking Ruan Ruan: "So what?"

Ruan Ruan countered: "Do you have plans tomorrow?"

Song Shize thought for a moment, saying: "Tomorrow my dad seems to want to have dinner with me."

He waved his hand: "Ah, that’s not important, tell me first what we are going to do?"

Ruan Ruan, looking provocative, lowered her head towards Song Shize: "Keep up?"