It must have been knowing the pile of howork that awaited her, Qingran couldn’t sleep peacefully.
In the past two days, she’d been sick and hadn’t attended classes, and Xie Ying’an insisted on nesting at ho with her.
In fact, the next day, Qingran urged Xie Ying’an several tis to go to school, but he only lowered his gaze without a word and ended up not going.
At 6:30 in the morning, Qingran got up on ti to wash up. She no longer had a fever, her headache was gone, but her throat hadn’t fully recovered yet, her voice still hoarse.
A cold doesn’t go away that quickly, it probably takes at least four or five days.
After washing up, Qingran was ready to go downstairs for breakfast and saw Li Qingmo sleeping on the sofa like a pig.
Huh?
Qingran was a bit surprised, her brother had only avoided her for a few days and was already willing to co back?
Seeing him sleeping soundly, she didn’t call him and went into the kitchen to find Aunt Liu.
Almost imdiately after Qingran went downstairs, Xie Ying’an followed. He just glanced indifferently at Li Qingmo and did not intend to wake him up.
After having breakfast together, the two went upstairs to continue the miserable task of doing test papers, completely ignoring Li Qingmo, who was still sleeping.
Even Aunt Liu shook her head when she saw him, cleaned up the trash in the living room, and left without waking him.
Li Qingmo slept on the sofa until past nine in the morning, waking up to find the surroundings eerily quiet; he thought he was dreaming. He closed his eyes and rested a bit more before sitting up from the sofa.
Aside from himself, the living room was empty. Li Qingmo was confused for quite a while before rembering that he had hurriedly co back last night after hearing from Song Shize that Li Qingran had been sick for two days and hadn’t been to school...
The clock in the living room showed it was 10:43 AM. Li Qingmo, rubbing his sowhat sore forehead, headed upstairs.
After a refreshing shower and a change of clothes in his room, he felt sleepy again. Knowing that Li Qingran’s illness was better, he, who had always followed his own desires, said nothing and lay down on the bed to continue sleeping.
Qingran and Xie Ying’an spent the entire morning miserably working on test papers. Old Wu gave them only three to four days to finish fifteen papers each, which was truly killing them.
Although Xie Ying’an’s grades were good, this did not an he liked doing howork. On the contrary, he disliked writing imnsely.
Both of them were exhausted by noon, having only completed three papers each, adding to the two they completed last night, making it five papers each in total.
At this rate, even if they stayed up all night, it wouldn’t be possible to finish the remaining ten papers.
Perhaps it was because the finals were drawing near, there were many physics papers among the fifteen.
The finals were scheduled for September, just before school started. This ti the school did not arrange extra tutoring for them but instead added more physics lessons to their titable.
Compared to the actual chaotic final round, the earlier rounds and semi-finals were child’s play.
At this crucial mont, with the top two students of the grade, Qingran and Xie Ying’an absent from class for two consecutive days, Old Wu was naturally anxious.
The school too placed high expectations on them, especially upon learning that they had broken the record for the highest grade scores in the first year.
In the office, the headmaster patted Old Wu’s shoulder smilingly,
In front of the principal, he first praised Old Wu and then changed the subject effectively, asking Old Wu: This ti, getting two recomnded admissions for Class One in the finals should be a piece of cake, right?
Old Wu smiled outwardly but cursed inwardly: Why was it that the previous two years’ Class One teachers were only asked for one recomnded admission, but for him, they wanted two?
But with the principal watching him with admiration from not far away, Old Wu didn’t dare brag or lose face at such a critical mont. He was used to being diplomatic and didn’t find it difficult to handle such situations.
It was for this reason that Old Wu had specifically collected the test papers and had soone deliver them to Qingran and Xie Ying’an.
Three days’ ti, without asking for improvent, but at least there should be no regression.
When Li Qingmo truly woke up refreshed, it was nearly two in the afternoon; hunger had awakened him.
The first thing upon waking up was to wander downstairs in search of food. At this ti, Aunt Liu hadn’t left yet; she was still cleaning the living room.
Seeing Li Qingmo coming downstairs, she hurriedly ran out of the kitchen to reheat the al left for him and brought it to the dining table.
Tasting Aunt Liu’s cooking again, Li Qingmo was so moved that he almost cried.
These past few days, following Song Shize, having stead buns and soy milk every morning and various takeouts at night, he was truly sick of it. If not for the fear of being mocked by Li Qingran, he would have wanted to run back ho on the second day.
After eating, he went upstairs, intending to check on Qingran, thinking she would still be napping at this ti. Who knew Qingran and Xie Ying’an were actually still doing howork???
Both were working diligently on their howork, and even when they heard him open the door, they only glanced up and then simultaneously lowered their heads to continue on their test papers.
Li Qingmo was inwardly cursing his luck, envious that people more excellent than him were also working harder than himself. Damn it, he had been hanging out with Song Shize these past few days, wasting nights on video gas.
Without a word, he dashed back to his own room to grab his howork, only to rember upon seeing his empty desk that it was still at Song Shize’s place.
Despair.
The heavens didn’t want him to be diligent.
Isn’t it said that Song Shize, this guy, cos in handy at critical monts?
After wallowing in despair for a while, Li Qingmo was about to ride his mountain bike to Song Shize’s place to retrieve his belongings when he heard Song Shize’s loud voice clamoring—
"Li Qingran! Li Qingran!! Li Qingmo!!!" Accompanied by the ’bang bang’ sound of door-kicking: "Co down and open the door for !"
Damn! Li Qingmo cursed inwardly—Song Shize had two big eyes; couldn’t he see the doorbell right next to him?
Completely forgetting that he himself had also been kicking a door in the wee hours.
It was Aunt Liu who opened the door for Song Shize. Not expecting soone else to be at Qingran’s ho, the overbearing and arrogant Second Generation Son’s face montarily revealed a hint of embarrassnt. But since this guy is shaless, the embarrassnt didn’t last on his face for more than two seconds before he slipped into the house.
Aunt Liu shook her head and sighed behind him, "Ah~ the kids these days..."
Song Shize visited Qingran’s ho as if he was familiar with the place. Li Qingmo, standing by the staircase, waited for him; after taking over the stuff from his hands, he said flatly, "Thanks, I won’t see you out."
"Damn!" Song Shize’s face was filled with shock: "Li Qingmo, when did you beco so heartlessly dismissive?"
Before Li Qingmo could respond, Song Shize swaggered over to the sofa with his legs crossed, took out his phone to play gas, and didn’t forget to instruct Li Qingmo: "It’s damn hot, hurry up and fetch a bottle of cold drink."
Li Qingmo sneered and leaned against the stair railing, unresponsive.
Unable to wait for the cold drink, Song Shize turned his head to look at him. He made a "rumble" sound with his mouth shape, the threat obvious.
Taking into account the fact that they had shared a bed... ugh! Considering he had stayed at his place for a few days, Li Qingmo eventually went to the fridge to grab a bottle of cold soda and threw it to Song Shize.
Song Shize unscrewed the cap and took a sip, comfortably slumping on the sofa.
This lifeless slouching posture made Li Qingmo feel it was unbearable to watch.
"Oh, right," Song Shize seed to suddenly rember sothing, he pointed to the bag just handed over to Li Qingmo with his chin: "Your phone is in there too, and there’s sothing else I forgot to tell you. On my way here, I ran into a girl, quite pretty, looked like a mix, especially those legs—simply amazing, long, straight, and white—"
Li Qingmo interrupted him expressionlessly: "Can you get to the point?"
"The point is, she saw heading to your place and also recognized from school before—after all, I’m so handso, even if she only saw once—"
Li Qingmo couldn’t even bother to roll his eyes and started walking upstairs.
"Hey hey hey," Song Shize called from downstairs: "I haven’t finished talking, where are you going?"
Song Shize grew anxious and raised his voice from below: "She asked if I knew you, then said she wanted your WeChat. Considering she wasn’t bad looking, I gave her your WeChat. Dude, rember to accept it..."
Bang! The response he got was a loud door slam.
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