Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 108 Friendship Goes Bad Sooner or Later (Please Subscribe)

It rained for most of the day yesterday. Fortunately, classes are full on Thursday, so the rainy day doesn't affect the classroom.

At night, Song Jiamu still carried the cat to Yun Shuqian's house to code. Although he brought the key this time, he always felt that his mother looked at him with strange eyes. Could it be that Yun Shuqian even reported herself?
On Friday, the weather started to clear up again.

There was no class in the afternoon, and Song Jiamu took a lunch break in the gazebo at noon.

Just when she was about to sit for half an hour, Yun Shuqian also came.

She is very good at picking the time. When Song Jiamu came to the small gazebo, there were many people coming and going in the school. When she came, it was very quiet here, and few people passed by.

"Sit over, sit over..."

Yun Shuqian sat down on the bench. There were still many vacant seats, but she liked to compete with him for this little space.

The small shoulders and butt pushed him together, and she was not satisfied until Song Jiamu obediently made room for her.

"Don't you go to the girls' dormitory to sleep, there is no class in the afternoon."

"The book is about to be released, how can you sleep? Why don't you save more manuscripts?"

"If you don't cultivate your spirit well, the readers will feel sleepy after reading the written words."

Yun Shuqian didn't answer his words, turned on her laptop, put it on her lap, and turned on her mobile phone as a hotspot.

"Have you sent the manuscript to the editor?" she asked.

"Not yet, didn't you say to send it together, just wait for you." Song Jiamu also turned on his computer and connected to her hotspot, "What's the password?"

"you guess."

"..."

Song Jiamu casually entered her birthday, and it was easily connected.

"Isn't your bank card password the same?"

"Definitely not."

"what is that?"

"26...You think I'm stupid!" Yun Shuqian patted him angrily, and almost pulled out the bank card password for him.

Starting writing on Wednesday night, by Friday, Song Jiamu already had a manuscript of more than 1 words, and Yun Shuqian was similar, but Song Jiamu had an outline of [-] words, and she only had an outline of [-] words.

As a veteran author who has already gained experience, he also has a knack for choosing the time to publish the book. If the book is published at the end of the month, it will be on the shelves at the beginning of the second month, and it will be full on the first shelf. This is an advantage.However, the shortcomings are also obvious, because many powerful authors will choose No. [-] to put on the shelves, and the competition for recommendation slots will be fierce at this time.

For the two people who have been on the street all year round, recommending this kind of thing is still quite mysterious, and they dare not ask for too much extravagance. Compared with full attendance, it is more practical. If this card is only released on a certain Friday in the middle of the month, it always feels like a loss. like.

The manuscript has been sorted out, and the two of them sent the manuscript to editor Xiang Toon's mailbox together, with a brief introduction to the title and a [-]-word outline.

As young writers on the street, Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian didn't dare to talk to the editor, feeling so aloof.

After posting, each carefully sent a message to the editor, "Xiang Toon, I wrote a new book titled XX, and it has been sent to your email"

Yun Shuqian also added a sentence, "Xiang Toon, I'm going to change my vest"

Of course, it is also possible to post books directly, and there will not be much preferential treatment for internal voting, but at least there is no need to check the backstage every once in a while to see if there is any signing site short like before.

Toon didn't reply.

This is also within the expectations of the two.

There are also very few chat records with the editor, there are only notifications of listing and completion of applications, and occasionally there will be news of blocked chapters seeking to be unblocked.

When two people publish a book together, the mood is not as tense as publishing a book alone.

"Song Jiamu, do you think Xiang Toon has seen our news?"

"Now at noon, the editor should rest."

"It was the first time I voted for Toon internally. At that time, I sent it directly and got signed by her. I heard from people in the forum that her internal voting standards are very strict."

Yun Shuqian was a little unconfident. If she couldn't even sign a contract, let alone rush to the street. Like Song Jiamu, she had a life when she couldn't even sign a contract for a long time.

"You should be able to sign it. I saw it was very good. Now that love is very popular in daily life, it is relatively easy to sign a contract."

It was rare for Song Jiamu to comfort her, "My book is probably a little more difficult. When the time comes, you have passed it and I have not, so you can publish the book first."

"Don't worry, I'll wait for you, but I think yours will definitely be signed." It's rare that Song Jiamu is gentle, and Yun Shuqian doesn't feel sorry for him anymore, and the two pitifully rushed to the street to keep warm.

"Toon heard that the difficulty of the draft is relatively high, but the review speed is very fast, and there will be news on the same day."

"But she hasn't returned yet..."

"It's noon, let's go to sleep first."

Song Jiamu yawned and closed the computer.

Infected by him, Yun Shuqian didn't want to write the manuscript anymore, and closed the computer.

"Do you want to back to back?"

"No."

"Come on, come on, it wasn't very comfortable last time."

Song Jiamu took off his shoes and sat sideways on the bench with his broad back facing her.

Yun Shuqian looked around and saw that there was no one else around, then untied the shoelaces, lifted her feet in white socks, hugged her knees with her hands, and pressed her soft back against them.

Immediately, there was a feeling of solidity, and his back was very comfortable to lean on, wide, thick and cottony.

Now that the weather is starting to get hot, both of them are wearing a single piece of clothing, so that when leaning against each other, the large areas of each other's skin are only separated by the two thin single pieces of clothing, and they can easily feel each other's body temperature.

Song Jiamu could still feel the traces of the girl's bra.

Then the backs of the heads of the two of them leaned against each other lightly, and because of the height difference, the arcs of each other matched perfectly.

Yun Shuqian closed her eyes, feeling the gentle rubbing of his scalp against her scalp, the rustling sound of her hair, her eyelids moved, very comfortable.

On a sunny afternoon, Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian were like two kittens, rubbing each other, rubbing, rubbing...

It's just the right level to feel comfortable and intimate without feeling guilty.

Jumping repeatedly on the edge of ambiguity, I feel extra exciting.

While Song Jiamu was still rubbing, he felt that the girl behind him stopped rubbing, her body became softer, her breathing gradually became even, and her head was slightly turned sideways. He tried hard to keep his back still, and looked back at her Can't see, this guy fell asleep!
You are really relieved!
As long as Song Jiamu stands up unexpectedly, she is guaranteed to fall on her back.

Of course, if he did this, he might never even think about reconciling in this life...

It's unrealistic for both of them to fall asleep. Since she fell asleep, Song Jiamu stopped moving and adjusted the posture of her back so that she could lean more comfortably.

She was very light, even if she put all her weight on him, it didn't make Song Jiamu feel strenuous.

She is very soft, even her back is so soft that Song Jiamu will wonder if she is lying on his back, after all, even if she is lying on her front, she will not have the feeling of "a kitten is hidden in the middle". .

I don't know if it's the recent exercise and self-discipline that have worked, or whether she's becoming more and more charming, in short, Song Jiamu's body is very honest and healthy, his heart beats fast, and he hugs her eagerly.

Occasionally, like Yun Shuqian, he would feel that the two were family friends. When he had known each other since childhood, when he had such thoughts about each other, he felt so guilty...

Sure enough, the pure friendship is about to go bad...

Even if number one in the world is good, is it still the same concept as the number one in the world before...

Maybe adults call this kind of goodness-marriage.

At that time, it will not be 15 years, but 50 years or more. Even after death, the ashes will be put together.

Song Jiamu felt the changes in the girl's soft body behind her. She seemed to wake up, moved slightly and then stopped moving, but the sound of sleeping breathing disappeared.

Yun Shuqian did wake up - woken up by his fast heartbeat.

Song Jiamu didn't move, and she continued to pretend to be asleep, since no one could see anyone anyway.

It wasn't until the redness on her little face dissipated that Yun Shuqian sat up straight, as if she had just woken up, and stretched her waist gruntingly.

She put her legs down, put on her little white shoes, and checked the time: "I actually slept for half an hour!"

"You have to thank me, I didn't sleep for a minute."

Song Jiamu kept his legs bent, and reached out to her: "Is there any water, I'm thirsty."

"You don't bring water all day!"

Yun Shuqian had already put on her shoes, and the wind blew away the heat from her back. She picked up the small bag, took out the water bottle, took a few sips by herself, and then handed it to Song Jiamu.

Drinking a bottle of water together seems to be a normal thing, as long as Song Jiamu doesn't drink it with his mouth.

Song Jiamu gulped down half the bottle.

Yun Shuqian took back the water bottle and drank from the air like him, but all the water poured down on her chin and slipped down her white neck into the collar, she quickly got up and patted it.

Seeing her so stupid, Song Jiamu was also amused.

"Are you a pig? Haha..."

"You're still laughing! Hit you..."

Yun Shuqian wiped the water from his palm on his arm, and the two fought and fought, until finally a passerby broke into their small world, and the two sides got serious.

Leaving the bench, we sat on the small stone table and coded together. There was no class in the afternoon, and it was still early.

Until three o'clock, the QQ of the two received messages from the editor one after another.

Xiang Toon to Song Jiamu: "It feels good, why don't you give it a try, when will the book be released?"

Xiang Toon said to Yun Shuqian: "The new book is okay, you can try it, when will it be released? Why don't you use the original account?"

In the hands of the editor who claims to be the saddest manuscript, the new book of the two has unexpectedly passed the manuscript smoothly!I heard that many old authors have changed their manuscripts to the point of madness!

The evaluation of the two words 'not bad' can already be regarded as a very high evaluation for editors who have read countless manuscripts!Toon didn't even mention anything that needs to be modified, which means that the beginning is qualified, at least on the standard line!
The two looked up at each other with joy in their eyes.

"pass?"

"pass!"

"A high five?"

"Childish~"

Yun Shuqian raised her small hand, giggled, and patted his palm.

There is a sound of pia, very crisp.

(End of this chapter)