After finding out that Qingran had ranked first in the grade, Li Qing Mo, who had finally managed to improve his grades to fifth, began to leave early and return late for several days in a row.
Several days later, perhaps feeling too tired of avoiding, he went as far as not returning ho.
He was too embarrassed to tell Qingran that he wasn’t coming ho, so he called Xie Ying’an to say he was staying outside for a few days and asked if Xie wanted to join him.
Of course, Xie Ying’an wouldn’t join him; he was glad to finally shake off this LED light. He’d have to be crazy to stay with him.
Xie Ying’an didn’t really want to ask where Li Qing Mo planned to stay the next few days. The guy was an adult, he wouldn’t get lost, right?
But fearing that Qingran would ask about it later, he still asked Li Qing Mo, "Where are you staying these days?"
Noise ca through Li Qing Mo’s phone, followed by the voice of Song Shize: "Co to my place. Got a problem with that?"
As if anyone would have a problem with that.
Xie Ying’an couldn’t be bothered with him and just hung up the call, stuffing the phone into his pocket, and casually took a must-do exercise book from the desk on his way to Qingran’s room.
He had only walked a few steps when he rembered the weather report ntioning thunderstorms around ten o’clock in so areas tonight. He took out his phone intending to call Li Qing Mo again, but then thought of Song Shize on the other line...
Forget it, he put the phone back in his pocket.
If there really was thunder, that was Song Shize’s problem to worry about, what did it have to do with him?
On the other end, Song Shize, staring at the hung-up call in disbelief, his eyes wide, pointed at the blackened phone screen and said to Li Qing Mo, slumped on his couch, "He hung up my call? Xie Ying’an dares to hang up my call!"
Li Qing Mo said "Oh" dismissively and gave him a look: "Stop posing. It’s not like you haven’t been hung up on by him before!"
Not bothered by the reveal, Song Shize smacked his phone down on the coffee table and slumped on the couch just like Li Qing Mo, even putting his feet up.
The one-bedroom apartnt was a bit ssy, not to ntion the shoes and stinky socks flying around the entrance hall; even the couch Li Qing Mo was lying on was piled with various clothes, so so brightly colored they were almost blinding. Li Qing Mo didn’t care and just flung the clothes to the floor when he lay down.
"It’s more comfortable lying down here," Song Shize murmured with his eyes closed, then squinted at Li Qing Mo, also with his eyes closed, and asked, "Don’t you think life at school is simply unbearable? It’s just study, study, and more study; I’m turning into a total nerd."
A nerd and a slacker shouldn’t talk about studying. Li Qing Mo subconsciously refused to answer that question.
He opened his eyes, sat up, and reached for his phone on the coffee table, complaining as he fiddled with it, "Don’t throw my phone so hard next ti."
Song Shize didn’t care: "It’s just a phone. If it breaks, I’ll just get you a new one."
Looking every bit the fool with too much money.
Li Qing Mo grabbed his phone and slumped back onto the couch, opening a mobile ga, and the unique login sound of the ga imdiately filled the room.
Song Shize, who had his eyes closed, suddenly opened them, sat up straight, and looked at Li Qing Mo sowhat unexpectedly: "Ha! You’re not studying today?"
Li Qing Mo held his phone with both hands, his eyes glued to the screen, his face sowhat listless, his voice languid: "Why bother studying? I can’t catch up with Li Qingran anyway..."
Even Song Shize could hear the thick lant in his voice.
"Wow," Song Shize wondered, "You and your sister are still comparing grades?"
"From childhood until now." Li Qing Mo stated flatly, then beca even more listless: "I’ve been ahead of Li Qingran for over a decade, how did she suddenly surpass today?"
That was sothing he just couldn’t understand.
It wasn’t that he wasn’t happy for his sister; it’s just that alongside the happiness, there was also a sense of sha, as if soone was whispering in his ear—
"Look, your sister’s grades are better than yours, what kind of brother are you, so useless?"
If soone had actually said that, it would be fine; he could just beat them up to vent his anger. But no one had actually said it; it was all just his own shaful imagination.
That made things a bit difficult; now he had to specifically take so ti to deal with his sense of sha.
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