Buddhist small green plum

Chapter 183 Departure ([-] in [-])

After knowing that Qingran was the first in the grade, Li Qingmo, who had finally raised his grade to fifth in the grade, started going out early and returning late for several days in a row.

After several days in succession, Xu Shi felt that hiding like this was too tiring, and he was so outrageous that he didn't go home directly.

I was too embarrassed to tell Qingran about not going home, but called Xie Yingan, saying that he was living outside these days, and asked Xie Yingan if he wanted to come together?
Of course Xie Ying'an wouldn't be with him, it's rare to get rid of his LED lighting, and he would only be with him when he had a convulsion.

Xie Ying'an didn't want to ask Li Qingmo where he planned to live for a few days, could he be lost as a big man?

But he was afraid that Qingran would ask again, so he still asked Li Qingmo: "Where do you live these few days?"

There was a noise from Li Qingmo's cell phone, and then it became Song Shize's voice: "Go to my house, do you have any objections?"

Only ghosts have an opinion.

Xie Ying'an didn't bother to take care of this guy, so he hung up the phone, put the phone in his pocket, took a book from the desk, and walked into Qingran's room.

After walking a few steps, he remembered that the weather forecast seemed to say that there would be thunderstorms in some areas around ten o'clock in the evening. He took out his mobile phone and was about to make another call to inform Li Qingmo. He thought of Song Shize on the other end of the phone...

Forget it, he put the phone in his pocket.

It really thundered is something Song Shize should worry about, and has half a dime to do with him?
This Song Shize looked at the phone that was hung up in disbelief. He stared wide-eyed, pointed at the phone with a blacked-out screen, and said to Li Qingmo, who was paralyzed on his sofa, "He hung up on me? How dare Xie Ying'an hang up?" my phone!"

Li Qingmo said "oh", and gave him a white look: "What are you pretending to be in front of me? It's not like you haven't been hung up by him before!"

Song Shize was not angry when he was exposed, he threw the mobile phone in his hand on the tea table with a slap, and collapsed on the sofa like Li Qingmo, and even put his feet on the tea table.

The room with one bedroom and one living room is a bit messy, not to mention the piles of shoes and smelly socks flying around in the entrance hallway, even the sofa where Li Qingmo is lying in the living room is full of all kinds of clothes. The color was so bright that it was dazzling, Li Qingmo didn't care so much. When he lay down, he threw his clothes on the ground.

"It's still comfortable to lie here." Song Shize closed his eyes, sighed comfortably, and then narrowed his eyes to look at Li Qingmo, who also closed his eyes, and asked him: "Do you feel that life in school is simply Not a nerd? Every day besides studying or studying, the whole person is almost learning to be a nerd."

A top student and a scumbag cannot talk about study, and Li Qingmo subconsciously refused to answer this question.

He opened his eyes, sat up and went to pick up his mobile phone from the tea table, and complained when he touched the mobile phone: "Don't drop my mobile phone so hard in the future."

Song Shize didn't take it seriously: "Isn't it just a mobile phone? If it breaks, I'll pay you a new one."

He looks like a fool with a lot of money.

Li Qingmo grabbed the phone and continued to collapse on the sofa. He opened the mobile game, and there was a unique sound when the game was logged in.

Song Shize's closed eyes suddenly opened, he sat up straight, and looked at Li Qingmo with some surprise: "Ha! You didn't study today?"

Li Qingmo held the phone in both hands, and now his eyes were fixed on the screen of the phone. His face was a bit decadent, and his voice was even more lazy: "I still have to learn how to learn from the babe. Anyway, Li Qingran's grades have reached a level that I can't catch up with. ..."

Even Song Shize could hear the deep sorrow in the voice.

"Hehe." Song Shize wondered, "You two, brother and sister, are still comparing your grades, aren't you?"

"Compared from childhood to adulthood." Li Qingmo stated lightly, and then became even more decadent: "Li Qingran has not been able to catch up with my grades for more than ten years, why did he suddenly surpass me today?"

He has never been able to figure this out.

It's not that he's not happy for his sister, it's just that while he's happy, he still feels ashamed in his heart, as if someone whispered in his ear——

"Look, your younger sister has better grades than you, you are too useless as an older brother, right?"

If someone really said this sentence, that would be fine, he just beat that person to vent his anger, but no one said this sentence in his ear, this sentence was completely imagined by himself ashamed of.

This is a bit difficult, and he has to spend some time to adjust his shame.

I really hate Li Qingmo, who used to show off in front of Li Qingran as long as he got good grades in the exam. Damn it, he didn't even think about Feng Shui rotation in the world when he was killed.

"...What are you thinking about so much?" Song Shize's mobile phone immediately sounded a game notification tone. This guy is naked as the "ghost who doesn't feel dead" in Old Wu's mouth. His grades are so poor that he has open crotch pants. He didn't even think about improving , and also enthusiastically invited Li Qingmo: "Hurry up, let's form a group together."

Two game masters mixed together, it was invincible. In just over an hour, both of them got several stars.

Li Qingmo temporarily put down his phone and looked around the living room, but he didn't see what he was looking for, so he asked Song Shize: "Is there nothing to eat at your house?"

Song Shize played the game with a grim face and a sweet mouth. He didn't listen to Li Qingmo's words at all, and his fingers operated on the screen quickly.

Until nine o'clock in the evening, the two stopped the game in their hands.

Song Shize rubbed his stomach, and asked Li Qingmo who put down his phone one step earlier than him: "A little hungry? Are you hungry?"

Li Qingmo was already starving, "What do you want to eat? Takeaway?"

"Otherwise?" Song Shize raised his eyebrows: "Do you still expect me to be able to cook?"

Li Qingmo: "..."

If you could cook, all the sows in the world could fucking climb trees.

The house Song Shize lives in now is a single apartment. The house is not big, because it is close to the school, and the house price here is almost every penny.

Perhaps because he was afraid of attracting people's attention, Dad Song didn't buy a house here. The house Song Shize lives in now is, to be precise, rented.

The food they ordered was delivered quickly. Li Qingmo hadn't eaten food outside for a long time. When he ate it this time, he felt that the food outside was not as good as Aunt Liu's food.

what to do?Just a few hours after he came out, he felt a little like going home.

After the two boys finished eating, they piled the bowls and chopsticks on the table, and they continued to lie on the sofa.

Li Qingmo, who was used to tidiness at home, couldn't stand it any longer. He kicked Song Shize who was sitting next to him.

Song Shize turned his head to look at him with a displeased face: "What are you doing?"

Li Qingmo glanced at the trash on the table: "The trash is almost full of the table, why don't you collect it?"

"Shut up." Song Shize didn't care so much, "My dad will hire me a part-time worker regularly, and someone will clean up when the time comes."

Hearing what he said, Li Qingmo felt relieved.

After all, although he couldn't stand the hygienic environment, he didn't want to clean it up either.

The two collapsed on the sofa in the same posture and continued to play games.

While typing, Song Shize came back to his senses. He patted the sofa and said to Li Qingmo: "There is only one bed in my room. I'm not used to sleeping with other people. You can sleep on the sofa tonight."

Li Qingmo glanced at him and sneered: "The visitor is a guest, and I am a guest when I come to your house. Do you just let the guest sleep on the sofa?"

Song Shize rolled his eyes: "Just you? Return the guest?"

Li Qingmo let out a "hmm".

"You can go to the ball." Song Shize didn't care about him: "Anyway, you have to sleep on the sofa tonight, otherwise, there is still time now, so you should go home quickly."

Li Qingmo didn't want to go home. If he went back at this time, he would probably have to be secretly laughed at by Li Qingran.

The fearless school bully reluctantly lowered his noble head in front of the powerful: "All right, I'll just make do on the sofa tonight, and you can sleep on the sofa tomorrow."

Song Shize thought about it, nodded and agreed: "Alright."

At around ten o'clock in the evening, thunder and lightning started outside.

The living room was brightly lit, and the two people who had been playing games to the point of ecstasy didn't notice the weather outside.

Until a rumbling thunder sounded, Li Qingmo was stunned for a moment, then suddenly threw away the mobile phone in his hand, and jumped to hang it on Song Shize.

Song Shize: "..."

Holy shit!Holy shit! !Holy shit! ! !
When Song Shize was grabbed by Li Qingmo's neck, his heart and brain were completely blank. After his mind finally turned back to normal, the first thing he thought was: Li Qingmo is not gay, right?
Just by imagining, this guy startled himself, he tried his best to break away from Li Qingmo's hand, and jumped three steps away with a snap.

He tightly covered his chest with both hands, and looked at Li Qingmo warily, with a look of shock on his face, "You you you you..."

I was so nervous that I couldn't even speak.

Bah bah bah!What is he thinking?

Li Qingmo was so frightened by the thunder that his reaction was a lot slow. At this moment, he was pushed away by Song Shize, and he was half lying on the sofa, still in a dazed state.

As soon as Song Shize finished speaking, there was another bolt of lightning.

Li Qingmo was so stimulated that he jumped up from the sofa. With such a distance, his eyes were locked on Song Shize's body tightly. When the thunder came again, the guy had already locked onto Song Shize's body with both hands and feet.

Song Shize's face was full of confusion: "..."

I rely on!I rely on! !I rely on! ! !
It took about 2 minutes for Song Shize to come back to his senses. Li Qingmo was still hanging on him, unwilling to go down. Now this guy is so cowardly, he doesn't look like the majestic school bully in the past.

There was no thunder, Li Qingmo let go of Song Shize, collapsed on the sofa again, and took a pillow to cover his face, he felt that he would have no face in the future.

Song Shize looked at Li Qingmo, then glanced out of the window, and then came back to his senses: "You are not afraid of thunder, are you?"

Li Qingmo didn't speak, and didn't know if he heard his voice.

In Song Shize's case, not speaking was basically acquiescing.

"Pfft ha ha ha ha ha ~" He burst out into a disturbing laugh, but fortunately, the sound insulation of his house is very good, no matter how loud he laughs, it is impossible to hear it upstairs or downstairs.

Li Qingmo's body lying on the sofa was still trembling slightly. The fear of thunder started in his bones, and he couldn't even quit.

"Afraid of thunder, hahaha~" Song Shize laughed even more wildly.

Who can imagine?In school, the school bully who is not afraid of anything, whoever provokes me, I will do whoever is, is afraid of thunder like a child.

It is estimated that no one would dare to believe this word.

After another ten minutes or so, there was no more thunder outside the window. Li Qingmo, who had pricked up his ears, heaved a sigh of relief. When he put down the pillow covering his face, he saw Song Shize's face magnified many times in front of him.

He was taken aback, and his body, which was about to get up, collapsed on the sofa again.

The guy narrowed his eyes, and looked at Li Qingmo from head to toe, and from foot to head several times with probing eyes.

Li Qingmo's heart was trembling when he saw him. He pushed away Song Shize who was sitting in front of him, and pointed to the single sofa farthest from him: "Go and sit there, stay away from me."

At this time, the aura of school bully returned to him a bit.

"Shut your mouth! Get out of here!!!" Li Qingmo interrupted him angrily.

"Oh, oh, I'm getting angry from embarrassment." Song Shize raised his brows with a smirk: "You were the first to—"

"Snapped!"

Li Qingmo kicked him from the sofa to the ground.

There was no more thunder from outside, and the school bully returned to the original school bully. He threatened: "Song Shize, tell me when you want to die, and I will help you!"

"Tsk!" Song Shize shook his head and waved his hands. He got up from the ground and muttered, "Brother, you can't afford this."

Eventually, at night, when they went to bed, the two of them shared the same bed.

It's just that one left and one right are extremely far away.

The weather was hot in summer, and neither of them was covered with a quilt. Now they stopped playing games, and just lay on the bed waiting for sleep.

It's strange to say that sometimes when there are things to do and don't want to sleep, sleepiness strikes, so sleepy that I can't help but kowtow; sometimes I really want to go to bed early, but I can't sleep no matter what no.

Song Shize called Li Qingmo in a low voice: "Hey, are you asleep yet?"

After a long time, Li Qingmo's muffled voice came: "...No."

He was still brooding about Song Shize knowing about his fear of thunder, and it was too embarrassing to use this method.

Song Shize never forced himself when he couldn't fall asleep. He turned around, faced Li Qingmo, and began to talk meanly: "I want to ask you a question?"

Li Qingmo hesitated: "If you want to ask, just ask."

"It's like this." Song Shize cleared his throat, and at the beginning of the night, he was free to seek abuse: "Who do you think is more suitable to be your brother-in-law, Xie Ying'an or me?"

"Still thinking about being my brother-in-law?" Li Qingmo looked at him.

Song Shize hurriedly sat up and nodded wildly at Li Qingmo, "I'm really serious——"

Li Qingmo didn't listen to him, and turned his back to him. The young man's voice was cold and indifferent: "Go to sleep, there is everything in the dream."

Song Shize: "..."

Greet your eighteen generations of ancestors for me.

(End of this chapter)