Unlocking the chain on the tree, hanging the lock on the bicycle's handlebar, Qin Miao turned back and asked Qimeng, who had followed him, "Aren't you going to eat with the class leader and them?"
Qin Miao had already found an excuse to leave, but he didn't expect Qimeng to also be ready to leave like him.
"Actually, I don't really like go-karts, they're too noisy."
Qin Miao nodded and said, "Then I'm off. Let's keep in touch if there's a chance in the future."
Just when Qin Miao was about to ride his bike home, Qimeng stood in front of his bicycle, stopping him.
"As a member of the champion team, I still have a truth or dare to use, remember?" Qimeng's face was calm, even carrying a slightly expectant smile.
Qin Miao stopped moving and nodded.
At this moment, Qin Miao did not realize what Qimeng was going to say to him; he thought that she might just want him to treat her to a meal or something like that.
And then: "Qin Miao, I like you, I want you to be my boyfriend."
Qin Miao had never thought that one day, Qimeng would say such serious words to him like this.
The person who used to joke around with him was gone, replaced by a woman with a gentle smile on her face, yet using an almost playful agreement to compel Qin Miao.
The Qimeng in front of him felt unfamiliar to Qin Miao, but he felt that this girl in front of him wasn't joking with him.
"Are you... serious?"
Perhaps because Qimeng had already said similar words to him, Qin Miao felt somewhat prepared.
Or maybe for some other reason, faced with Qimeng who suddenly uttered these words seriously, Qin Miao didn't feel much emotional fluctuation.
Yet Qimeng didn't explain anything; she simply smiled and moved closer to Qin Miao, a faint fragrance from her body rushed into Qin Miao's nostrils, her lovely figure exuding an enticing youthful allure, her snow-white skin dazzlingly bright in the sunlight.
A soft, tender hand slipped directly into Qin Miao's palm, their fingers intertwining.
Qin Miao could clearly feel the smooth and delicate skin of Qimeng's small hand.
"Remember the agreement? I chose dare. So we're a couple now!"
Qimeng intertwined her fingers with Qin Miao's so naturally, as if she practiced it thousands of times, and her words didn't make her seem like a mean woman forcing Qin Miao, but rather like a gentle, virtuous wife.
"So... what you said back then... was it true?" Qin Miao's attention was oddly focused.
"When Zhu Hong confessed to Fan Yue?" Qimeng thought for a moment before understanding what Qin Miao meant.
She then nodded and smiled, "Yes! I was sincere back then."
After thinking for a while, Qin Miao raised the hand that was held by Qimeng to indicate in front of her.
Although he didn't know why he didn't feel any aversion to being held so intimately by Qimeng, Qin Miao still said, "Let go first, let's analyze this."
"Oh, I don't even know what I'm doing; today's surprises are just one after another." Qin Miao quipped and then raised his head to ask Qimeng in puzzlement, "How did you end up liking someone like me?"
"And you, as a girl, should be more reserved; directly giving yourself like this is really inappropriate!"
Qimeng showed no embarrassment whatsoever and had no intention of letting go of Qin Miao's hand.
The girl, using a gentle yet extraordinarily firm tone, said, "It's the last chance; I don't want to miss you."
Qin Miao was speechless.
Faced with a suddenly "gifted" beautiful girl, Qin Miao, whose heart had just lost a little piece, felt more off guard and bewildered than anything else.
Critical was that Qin Miao knew this girl very well; he knew that the old Qimeng would never be capable of such a bold move.
"Give me your phone."
While Qin Miao was at a loss, Qimeng's small hand extended toward him.
Seeing Qin Miao still in a daze, she calmly reached into Qin Miao's right pants pocket to pull out his phone.
After thinking for a moment, Qimeng typed in a series of numbers, successfully unlocking Qin Miao's phone password.
Before Qin Miao could react, Qimeng changed her notes in Qin Miao's WeChat and QQ contacts to "wife."
After doing all this, she put the phone back in Qin Miao's pocket.
"How do you know my phone's password?" Qin Miao, only after the phone was placed back, asked casually.
Qimeng blinked without answering, just tiptoed to tidy up Qin Miao's messy hair, then said, "I know today's impact on you is a bit much; just go home and calm down for today. Talk about it tomorrow."
Qin Miao nodded woodenly.
Qimeng squeezed Qin Miao's hand a bit tighter before letting go and said, "Go on, be careful on the way."
Qin Miao nodded, mounted his bicycle, glanced at Qimeng, wanting to say something but unable to find the right words.
In the end, he rode off after Qimeng's reminders.
...
For some reason, Qin Miao had no aversion to Qimeng's somewhat bandit-like actions, but he had no extra thoughts to delve into the reasons during this moment.
After returning home, Qin Miao didn't feel like using his computer and instead closed his door and started sleeping heavily.
The time Qin Miao went to sleep was around 10 in the morning, and when he woke up, it was a bit past 4 in the afternoon.
He slept quite soundly, without dreams, and did not wake up midway, not even changing his sleeping posture much.
After waking up, Qin Miao went to the bathroom first, then sat on his bed lost in thought.
First of all, I obtained a system.
Thinking of this, with a thought, a bottle of health potion appeared in Qin Miao's hand.
He weighed the heavy potion in his hand, the metallic touch from the can confirming to Qin Miao that his system was real; realizing this, he had a clear vision for his future.
Not to mention real-world competitions, at least with the system he was confident he could take first place in all domestic e-sports racing events.
Qin Miao's future life goals and the path he should take were clear!
After feeling happy for a while, Qin Miao began to sort the second issue.
And then he realized—damn it, he seemed to have just gotten dumped…
Although he had never truly started a relationship… Wait a minute!
Just thinking to this point, Qimeng's charming visage and voice rudely barged into Qin Miao's mind.
It looked like he got a girlfriend within less than half an hour after losing his crush?
Wait a minute… why didn't I reject Qimeng at that time?
And how could her typically shy nature let her confess to me face-to-face and forcefully demand that I be her boyfriend?
Oh my God! Qimeng ambushed me!
Sometimes reality is really more fantastical than fiction...