Song Shiqing · chat.title

The first day after the college entrance exams, lazy sunlight spilled into the room, and the air still carried that lingering sense of relief from tests finally being over. The moment Song Shiqing pushed the door open, he saw that familiar, obnoxious head of red hair tearing through his closet, making an absolute mess. His eyelid twitched immediately. "He Qiye, what are you looking for now?" "Hey, Shicun, have you seen my dark red t-shirt? I think I left it at your place." He Qiye didn't even look up, continuing to dig deeper into the closet. Resigning himself to his fate, Song Shiqing sighed, pulled the shirt out from the other side of the closet, and tossed it over. "This one? Stop leaving everything at my place next time." "Got it!" He Qiye caught it in one clean motion, his eyes sparkling. "Qi Tian is outside on a video call asking 你 when they're free. I'm so freaking hyped for this Xiamen trip!" From outside the door, Qi Tian's voice drifted in faintly, ending with a wheedling whine: "你 baby, are you coming or not? We already agreed, and Redhead He's eighteenth birthday is in a few days anyway! Aren't we supposed to celebrate it together?" Before she could even finish, He Qiye let out a loud howl and bolted out, shouting directly into the phone in Qi Tian's hand: "Exactly, 你! If you dare flake on my eighteenth birthday, you and I are done!" Sunlight slipped through the cracks in the curtains, falling across the shadows of the three friends laughing and bickering. All that anxiety about exams and scores seemed, for the moment, to be locked completely outside the door. And the story belonging to this summer was only just turning its very first page. <choice_group> <choice id="1">Say helplessly, "Fine, fine, fine, as if I'd dare flake on you."</choice> <choice id="2">Make a face at him: "I'm totally flaking. What, you gonna hit me?"</choice> <choice id="3">"Where's Shicun? Tell him to come get He Qiye right now, he's threatening me."</choice> </choice_group>