Throughout the trip, Song Shize behaved, only keeping an eye on a few of them to prevent phone calls.
Wen Shiyi sat in the corner feeling somewhat guilty, knowing without a doubt that it must have been her stepsister who revealed their location to Song Shize.
Ruan Ruan, holding her phone, glared at Song Shize: "Aren't you afraid Brother Mo will beat you to death later?"
"Beat me to death?" Song Shize laughed carelessly: "If Li Qing Mo could beat some sense into me, he would have killed me ages ago."
Damn! With someone who's proud of his shamelessness, what can you even say to him?
Seeing Ruan Ruan deflate, the triumph in Song Shize's eyes was impossible to hide, and he smiled at Li Qingran: "Li Qingran, I'll introduce you to someone later."
Qingran nodded.
Song Shize was taken aback: "Aren't you curious about who it is?"
Qingran looked at him: "If I ask you now, will you tell me?"
Song Shize laughed, "Nope."
"Shit!" Ruan Ruan cursed quietly.
Now in her eyes, Song Shize was nothing but a freak.
It was only upon arrival that Qingran learned who Song Shize wanted her to meet.
Senior Luo Lan, the high school belle, was sitting in the noisy KTV, looking as pristine as she was, totally out of sync with the people around her.
Wen Shiyi ran to the private room to confront her stepsister who was advocating drinking, and Ruan Ruan, afraid she would be at a disadvantage, hurried after her.
The KTV's private room was a luxurious VIP space, spacious enough. Song Shize stretched his arm to block the door, with Qingran standing behind him.
As Song Shize approached, many people stopped what they were doing and wanted to come over, but were stopped by a gesture from Song Shize. Only then did they notice Qingran beside him, and with knowing smiles, they continued to enjoy their own fun.
Qingran frowned: "You brought me here just to see Senior Luo Lan?"
"Tsk," Song Shize licked his teeth, a hint of impatience in his youthful eyes: "I haven't even asked you yet, what did you mean when you said Class 7 is the closest to the school beauty's class?"
Qingran didn't pretend to be confused knowing well what she meant, "Don't you already know what I meant?"
Under the multicolored lights, it seemed as if stars were twinkling in the girl's round, almond-shaped eyes.
Song Shize's Adam's apple bobbed as he leaned towards Qingran, putting on a pitiful look: "Luo Xiaohua was indeed initially hard to pursue, but ever since Xie Ying'an posted the photos of me and Wen Siqi on the school forum, she—"
Song Shize gestured at Luo Lan, "agreed to be my girlfriend, on the condition that I clean up all the mess with other girls outside."
Seeing Qingran remain silent, Song Shize asked again: "What do you think?"
Qingran: "..."
I think you can't teach an old dog new tricks.
Qingran didn't respond, but her expression said it all.
"See," Song Shize spread his hands, "Even a minor girl like you knows it's impossible. What a naive adult woman she must be, huh?"
"Are you proud?" Qingran asked him.
"Hm?"
"You feel proud for chasing after the school belle, don't you?"
Song Shize stopped talking, took a deep look at Qingran, dropped his arm blocking the doorway, and let Qingran enter.
"Go inside."
Qingran walked over and sat next to Ruan Ruan. This time Wen Shiyi was genuinely angry at her stepsister, she changed her seat to sit next to Qingran, repeatedly apologizing to her.
"Qingran, I, I truly had no idea, she's actually involved with someone like Second Generation Son now, I..."
"It's okay." Qingran held her hand shaking with anxiety.
She knew that someone like Song Shize, if he wanted her to come out, would do everything possible to make her comply.
Song Shize, sitting close to them, was displeased upon hearing this, "What do you mean involved with someone like me, what's wrong with people like me?"
Wen Shiyi pursed her lips and looked away.
Song Shize's buddies came over giggling with glasses in their hands, "Brother Ze, happy birthday, we'll drink to you."
Song Shize held his glass and downed it in one gulp.
Luo Lan frowned as she watched all this, not uttering a single word throughout.
There were lots of people in the private room, some crowded at the back playing slot machines, and others pretentiously playing pool. When they noticed Song Shize approaching, they came over in groups, glass in hand.
Song Shize was indeed thrilled to drink, swallowing three to four bottles without a change in his complexion.
God knows who picked up the microphone and started belting out off-key songs with a voice tearing at the heart.
Qingran felt this was torture to the spirit.
Wen Shiyi clearly shared the same thoughts. Both girls exchanged a look and smiled bitterly.
As for Ruan Ruan, she seemed to actually enjoy the place, humming involuntarily along with the music.
Song Shize laughed loudly and scolded: "Old Zhou, you sing so terribly, let someone else take over."