Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 117 Everything is not going well today (please subscribe)

On Monday, the last week before the mini holiday begins.

I spent the weekend with Yun Shuqian. I spent two mornings typing at home, and then went to play badminton in the afternoon.

At eleven o'clock last night, Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian distributed the book together.

After waking up at six o'clock, Song Jiamu looked at the pig who didn't know where he was sleeping in the video call, and then switched to the backstage of the writer. The work review has not yet passed.

After simply washing his face, he went out for a run.

The route from Huabanli Community to Jinxiu Road and then to Anjiang Road has been running for a month, and Song Jiamu started a new route today.

Starting from the other side, you need to pass the landscape bridge, the old pier, and finally reach the Linjiang Lake Scenic Area, and then run straight back from there. The whole journey is about seven kilometers, one kilometer longer than the original route.

For Song Jiamu, changing to a new route means lengthening the running distance and different scenery.

For Yun Shuqian, changing to a new route means that she will have a new choice for breakfast.

It turns out that she has eaten up all the delicious breakfast restaurants on Anjiang Road.

Now she can finally have breakfast at Linjianghu. There are many time-honored brands there, and in the ancient alley next to it, there are many small carts selling various breakfasts early in the morning.

The morning fog in the city gradually dissipated, and the golden light in the east extended from the reinforced concrete forest in the distance.

Wearing a vest and shorts, Song Jiamu walked up the sidewalk and ran across the landscape bridge.

There are rows of slightly dilapidated docks on the side of the old pier, swaying gently in the persistent river water, and occasionally he would startle a few birds when he ran over the stone railing. On the opposite side of the river, several parks are connected in series. The pearl, where the sun rises, feels very shocking.

By the time he ran here, it was already three kilometers away, and there were only a few days left until May. Even in the early morning, the temperature had reached 23 degrees. He panted at an even frequency, and beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks.

His Adam's apple, his collarbone, the front and back of his gray tank top were wet in a big patch, there was sweat on his sturdy shoulders, and the sun dyed his skin the color he wanted.

Running uphill again and crossing another landscape bridge, Song Jiamu ran to the Linjiang Lake Scenic Area. The temperature here is a little lower than that of the pier. There are wildflowers in the gazebo, and there are old ladies and old men who get up early to check in. Now the coreopsis is in full bloom. In season, the large coreopsis is very beautiful.

From the instinctive resistance of his body during long-distance running at the beginning, to now, he not only regards this as a habit, but also a kind of enjoyment.

There was a small square nearby, and Song Jiamu ran there to do stretching exercises, push-ups and other waist, abdomen and arm strength training.

After a short rest, he walked towards the ancient alley and sang to himself, which attracted the curious eyes of many passers-by.

This is not to look at a fool. He has a good singing voice and is handsome. Such boldness and confidence attract admiring eyes.

He sang English songs, which was regarded as relaxation and oral training, and the words were pronounced clearly. He has accumulated a good vocabulary during this period of time. He hated English the most in the past, but now he has actually experienced the fun.

Checking the time, Song Jiamu went to a nearby time-honored store to buy the breakfast that the pig next door wanted to eat, and then carrying two identical breakfasts, he resumed his steps and ran straight back to the Huabanli community.

Seeing this, the little buddies in yellow robes worked even harder.

Look at people who deliver food, they don't even have a battery car, and if they want to run to deliver, there is no reason not to work hard!
……

"Ding~dong~~"

The doorbell rang, and Yun Shuqian Brin Brin who had finished washing ran over to open the door.

"Here, the takeaway is here, your little bubble wontons and red bean paste porridge."

"hehe thanks!"

The girl happily took the breakfast in his hand.

What could be better in the morning than a nerd who brings her a delicious breakfast every day!

The bastard brought her breakfast~ The bastard brought her breakfast~~
Whenever she thinks like this, Yun Shuqian is very happy. It's only less than seven o'clock, and she feels that today will be very happy all day.

Judging Yun Shuqian's mood through her aunt is not accurate. Through observation during this period, Song Jiamu found that if she is in a good mood, her voice will be extra soft and sweet, and the end of every sentence will be very tactful. It's like she is gently teasing your ears with the tip of her tongue, itchy and crispy.

Yun Shuqian happily ran into the house with breakfast in hand, and then came out with a cup of soy milk.

Song Jiamu took a sip of the soy milk, since he got used to the soy milk she made, he didn't feel good when he drank the soy milk outside.

"Has your book been reviewed?"

"not yet, what about you?"

"Me neither."

"Are your legs sore?" Yun Shuqian asked.

"Nope."

"My legs are so sore!"

After playing golf for two days and seldom exercising, Yun Shuqian woke up feeling sore and sore in her legs, and then thought about going to the bus later, feeling bad all over.

"Then when you take the bus later, you must have a sharp eye and a quick hand to see if you can find a seat." Song Jiamu gave her a suggestion.

"..."

Don't want to talk to you, nasty ghost!

Yun Shu closed the door with a soft snort, anyway, she wouldn't say 'Please drive me to school' anyway, even if he offered to ask, she would have to refuse him three times.

Damn it, why do I always have a little regret in my heart, if I didn't tell him at that time, 'If you mention it again, I will beat you to death'...

Open the lunch box, a bowl of authentic Su-style small bubble wontons looks different from ordinary small wontons. The appearance of small bubble wontons is very delicate and cute, like bubbles, milky white crystal clear, thin skin The stuffing is less, the taste is very delicious, and then a mouthful of sweet and soft red bean paste sugar porridge, the little resentment in the girl's mood disappeared, a smile appeared on the corner of the mouth, and the cute feet swayed gently.

A girl who likes to eat is easy to satisfy, Song Jiamu fed her well.

It's over, and I enjoy him bringing breakfast more and more, even if she says no, her stomach will be the first to refuse.

Yun Shuqian didn't have a big appetite, but she could eat the breakfast that Song Jiamu helped bring every time.

Touch to satisfy the stomach, full and full.

After resting comfortably for a while, I got up and changed my clothes to go to school.

It is still an ordinary student attire, nine minutes long slacks, a beige printed T-shirt, holding a large round water bottle and filling it with water, soaking some jasmine flowers in it, and adding a little honey. She drinks a lot of water every day. Let the girl's body be very healthy, and the skin is also supple and tender.

When squeezing the bus, she still couldn't overcome the famine-like crowd, and she barely squeezed in until the second bus came.

Yun Shuqian got on the bus through the back door, and the front door was already crowded. Even if it was the back door, she could only stand in the restricted standing area at the door. She had to take out her bus card and ask passers-by to pass it to her one by one. Cards, and then hand them back to her one by one, during this period need to use nods to express a lot of 'thank you'

Whenever she felt that she was in the most embarrassing situation, she would always meet Song Jiamu who was riding an electric scooter leisurely, which made her feel that God must be deliberately bullying her.

Why couldn't she meet Song Jiamu occasionally when she got into the car easily, but when she was squeezed into a pancake, this guy appeared at the right time!

Song Jiamu whistled, and when he was waiting for the traffic light, he stopped beside the bus, and when he turned his head, he could see the girl at the door turning her bag in front of her.

He waved at her, and Yun Shuqian glared at him angrily.

When the light turned green, he whizzed away.

Yun Shuqian couldn't see others anymore, so she became even more depressed.

……

When the second class was over in the morning, Yun Shuqian looked at her phone, then her eyes lit up, and she turned to look at Song Jiamu beside her.

"Hey, Song Jiamu."

Song Jiamu put on a defensive posture.

I don’t know if her aunt really came. In short, in the short two classes, he was stepped on three times because of “whispering with Zhang Sheng and disturbing her study”, and because of a mistake in turning the pen, the pen rolled to her side The only two pens he had were confiscated, so that he had to borrow pens from the girl next door, but she stepped on him again. He also heard her secretly asking the school committee in front of him about "Song Jiamu's linguistics homework assignment." Yet'

Fortunately, the school committee said 'he sent it to me last night', Yun Shuqian lost interest in grabbing him.

"what?"

Song Jiamu asked her that the next class was about to change classrooms, and most of the students got up and left, only the two of them were still dawdling.

Now that no one else is around, Yun Shuqian can talk to him closer.

She showed him the screen of her mobile phone: "My book has passed the review, let's take a look at you."

"So fast."

Song Jiamu also took out his mobile phone and looked at the backstage. Sure enough, he also had a message that he had passed the trial.

"Mine passed too."

The two sent a message to the editor Xiang Toon, asking him to pick up the lottery.

After changing classrooms, Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian were still sitting together, and the backstage also received the news of the editor's signing. The contract and so on still have to wait for the process, and it is estimated that there will be one in the afternoon.

Although this is not the first time signing a contract, Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian are still very excited after going through this step.

When they were back to back in the gazebo at noon, the two updated two more chapters.

Song Jiamu used an old account. Although the results of the last book were not very good, opening a new book still brought him two to three hundred collections. Compared with Yun Shuqian, the new vest, the book review area seemed "lively" 'It's too much, at least someone is clocking in to build a building or something.

Who would read a book with less than [-] words in total? Yun Shuqian didn't care about these things at all, just updated honestly, obediently waiting for recommendations is the right way.

"Yun Shuqian, I have [-] collections now, how many do you have?"

"Seven." The girl calmly drank from the kettle.

"That's great, it's actually one more fraction than mine!"

"What's the matter, it's just three hundred collections."

"Aren't you going to shout at Old Shu?"

"No, I want to prove myself with my strength."

Yun Shuqian became cruel, even herself.

When she planned to wait for more words, she secretly used her trumpet to shout in the QQ reader group, "Hey brothers, I recently found a very good book, which is "Forced to Fall in Love with the Dragon Girl"'.

Yes, even in the QQ group, she has a trumpet hidden in it, and she lives more than the author account!With a small account, she can openly ask her group of friends for those "squeaky" materials that she can't find no matter what!

The boys are extremely generous when it comes to sharing astringency.

"Then don't go back on what you said before." Song Jiamu smiled ambiguously.

"What..." Yun Shuqian was vigilant, recalling what she had said.

"When you say that my subscription score is twice yours, you just listen to me." Song Jiamu turned on the phone to record.

Yun Shuqian was relieved, and continued to drink water calmly with the kettle.

Song Jiamu felt like she was drinking a baby bottle, because when she was not thirsty, she liked to suck slowly with the straw that came with the jug, and when she was thirsty, she would unscrew the big lid and gulp to drink.

"Student Song Jiamu, it seems that those [-] collections have given you a lot of confidence. You have to recognize the facts. You haven't been recommended yet. Don't be fooled."

"What the president of the seven collections has taught me is that I will be modest."

Yun Shuqian was out of breath, and the end of the straw in the water bottle blew out a series of small bubbles.

The jasmine flowers soaked at the bottom of the bottle fluttered in the water.

She took a sip so hard that Jasmine blocked the straw.

Things are not going well today.

(End of this chapter)