Damn it, I'm surrounded by childhood sweethearts-Chapter 367 - 267. Sick

Because Wu Lingyu was constantly worried about the soccer betting, the six of them simply didn’t eat dinner in the teahouse but had all sorts of dim sum packed and took a taxi back to the Disneyland Hotel.

When they returned to their accommodation, it was already past nine in the evening. The five girls, exhausted from the back-and-forth journey, mindlessly gobbled down a couple of Ma Song cakes to fill their stomachs before heading to the bath together.

The master bedroom came with a bathroom that was over ten square meters, featuring an extra-large bathtub with a radius of one meter, making it spacious enough for six people to bathe together without feeling crowded.

Additionally, the master bedroom had a huge projector, which turned out to be convenient for watching the soccer match that night.

Xu Qingfan called the front desk with the landline to ask how to use the projector, then started fiddling with it on his own.

Xiao Ruawen was the last to gather her change of clothes, wrapping her black lace bra with her nightgown before getting up and teasing him, "Hehe~ Brother Fan, want to join us for a bath?"

Xu Qingfan gave her an annoyed look, "You’re such a pervert, but I won’t be polite then!"

"Hehehe~ Keep dreaming," Xiao Ruawen ruffled his hair with her free hand and trotted into the bathroom, "Here I come, wait for me!"

"Ah, stop it~ I’m not undressed yet."

"Hey, don’t tickle me~ it’s itchy."

Soon, the sounds of laughter and frolicking from the five women filled the bathroom; Xu Qingfan noticed something odd down below, glanced with a scowl at his restless little Qingfan, and hurriedly finished setting up the projector to escape from this troublesome place.

It wasn’t long before Xu Qingfan also returned to his own room, where he had brought only one pair of pajama pants for the trip, the same ones he had dirtied in the morning, which were now soaking in the washbasin of the toilet.

Fortunately, it was summer, and there wasn’t much difference between shorts and pajama pants. Xu Qingfan originally planned to go without underwear as usual at night, but remembering the incident that morning, he decided to take a new pair of underwear with him into the bathroom.

By the time he finished his bath, dried his hair, and returned to the adjoining room, the five girls were still in the bathroom, their playful noises reaching him before he even stepped through the door.

The projector showed that the soccer game had already started, and Argentina had taken an early lead with a goal not long after the kickoff, which relieved Xu Qingfan, reassured that there wouldn’t be any sort of butterfly effect.

He found the remote and turned up the volume. It seemed that the hotel’s projector was streaming a live broadcast from Hong Kong or Taiwan, with the commentator’s passionate, Cantonese shouts filling the room from the speakers.

Xu Qingfan served himself a bowl of stir-fried beef ho fun, topped it with some garlic chili sauce, and sat on the bed with his bowl to watch the game.

One of the perks of watching the soccer game in the hotel was not having to worry about spilling anything, unlike at home.

The five girls soon emerged from the bathroom all together. Xu Qingfan instinctively turned his head away, but then his gaze was irresistibly drawn back.

The girls were clad in flimsy nightgowns, their skin like creamy jade, a few strands of hair sticking to their foreheads, and beads of water on their cheeks as pristine as blooming lotuses.

"Brother Qingfan, has the match started?"

"Brother Fan, you’re snacking!"

Having not yet had dinner, they hurriedly trotted to the table where the dim sum was laid out, the large, tight beef balls and freshly made shrimp dumplings stimulating the appetite.

Once the five girls had settled down on the bed’s edge with their food, Xu Qingfan suddenly felt as if he were in the midst of a sea of flowers, with the soothing scents of roses, jasmine, plumeria, and various other fragrances wafting into his nostrils.

"Brother Fan, does this 1:0 mean Argentina is leading?" Wu Lingyu, too anxious to fill her belly first, promptly inquired about the match.

"Yes, that’s our bet, Argentina is leading," Xu Qingfan replied with a smile, turning his head to look at her.

"Mhm," the girl nodded slightly.

"Hah... Brother Qing Fan, how much money can we win if Argentina wins, duck?" Lin Wanning felt her nose itch slightly and wanted to yawn but couldn’t.

"Go dry your hair first." He looked at Lin Wanning with some concern. "We won’t win much this game because everyone knows Argentina will win, the odds are 1 to 0.23."

"That’s just enough to recover the shopping expenses for today," Xiao Ruawen quickly did the mental math to figure out how much money they could earn.

"Roughly," Xu Qingfan nodded. "The same goes for you girls, go dry your hair quickly, take care not to catch a cold."

"Brother Qing Fan, you help us dry it!" Lin Wanning cooed.

"Brother, help blow dry it!"

"Go get the hairdryer already." Xia Xiaoxiao was even less courteous, cutely placing her small foot on Xu Qingfan’s, deftly pinching the flesh of his foot between her big and second toes.

Xu Qingfan noticed the pain in his foot and looked down, and when he saw the girl’s actions on his foot, a few unsavory thoughts flashed through his mind.

[Phew phew phew!]

He pretended to be disgusted and slapped the girl’s foot, her usually creamy, delicate foot momentarily reddened from the impact.

"I must have owed you all in a past life." He shook his head, stood up, and prepared to find the hairdryer in his suitcase.

"Hehe~ Brother Qing Fan is the best!"

"Thank you, Brother!"

"Love you, Brother Fan!"

"Hmph~"

"All you can say are sweet nothings." After grabbing the hairdryer and the adapter, he came back, assembled them, and plugged it into the socket at the head of the bed.

"Thank you, Brother Fan."

As he was drying their hair from right to left, Wu Lingyu, sitting at the far edge, was the first one he attended to. The girl nodded her thanks but never took her eyes off the projector.

"Don’t worry, Argentina is a sure win. Look how long they’ve played; Nigeria has been suppressed the whole time," he said, patting the girl’s shoulder to comfort her.

"I got it, Brother Fan," Wu Lingyu turned to glance at him and then quickly focused back on the game.

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Wu Lingyu’s mental resilience was evidently not very strong; even a small bet with tens of thousands at stake seemed significant to her. She wasn’t cut out for business, Xu Qingfan thought to himself.

After drying the hair of all five girls in turn, Xu Qingfan finally took his seat back at his original spot.

The reason for bringing their own hairdryer was due to previous bizarre experiences. Had you not seen it with your own eyes, you could never imagine what the last guest had done with the hairdryer.

To his left sat Lin Wanning, and to his right was Xia Xiaoxiao. Because the bed space was limited, the six of them were squeezed close together, and although certain things were off-limits, just watching the soccer match while huddled up with beautiful girls was a blissful pleasure in itself.

"Hah... hah..." Lin Wanning tried to sneeze several times throughout but to no avail, the discomfort making tears uncontrollably roll down her face.

However, since everyone was engrossed in watching the game, and the volume in the room was turned up high, no one noticed her discomfort.

Gradually, Lin Wanning felt the air she exhaled was hotter than usual, her whole body alternately shivering and overheating, and her head began to feel heavy and dizzy...