After leaving the Training Room, Jiang Lan walked home at a leisurely pace.
By now, it had grown dark, and there were hardly any people on the streets.
When he entered the house, Shen Qingqiu was curled up on the sofa watching television.
"You're back? Where did you go?"
"Out for a stroll."
Jiang Lan changed his shoes and sat down beside Shen Qingqiu.
Shen Qingqiu glanced at him, and a flicker passed through his eyes.
He wondered if he was imagining things. Why did this kid seem to have bulked up again?
And his bearing seemed a little different again, too.
But after giving it some thought, he decided not to ask.
The two watched television and chatted idly for a while before Jiang Lan yawned and said:
"I'm a little sleepy. I'll head upstairs first. Get some rest early, Auntie."
"Mm," Shen Qingqiu answered softly.
Jiang Lan rose from the sofa.
But before he could leave, his gaze fell on the top of Shen Qingqiu's head again.
Shen Qingqiu looked up at him and asked:
"What?"
Jiang Lan said nothing. He simply bent down with a smile and reached out to ruffle Shen Qingqiu's hair before saying:
"Good night."
Shen Qingqiu's face flushed slightly, and he swatted his hand away.
"Don't mess up my hair..."
Though his voice held a note of reproach, his expression clearly showed that he was not angry.
Jiang Lan did not push his luck. He withdrew his hand and said:
"All right, all right, I won't. Good night, Auntie."
The next morning.
The Training Room.
Looking at Jiang Lan in front of him, Wei Chong frowned slightly.
He kept feeling that Jiang Lan was different today.
But he could not put his finger on exactly what had changed.
Still, he had never