Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 76 Waiting for you to go home (thanks to the leader who pretended to be confused!)
After the last class on Saturday, we ushered in the first holiday of this semester, and the school had a three-day holiday.

These days, as long as there is nothing else, Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian will go home together, unless she is busy with the student union or Song Jiamu is playing basketball, then they will go back to their own, after all, they are waiting for the other person to go home. It feels like a conspiracy.

Taking advantage of the last evening before the holiday, Song Jiamu and Zhang Sheng went to play together.

Before he went, he sent Yun Shuqian a WeChat message, saying that he was going to play.

Yun Shuqian replied.

The weather was fine and the temperature was suitable. Song Jiamu was exercising on the court in full swing.

Until the intermission, Zhang Sheng patted his arm: "Hey, Jiamu, the squad leader is waiting for you."

"What?"

Song Jiamu was still in a daze, Yun Shuqian came here to wait for him to go home together?
Looking in the direction Zhang Sheng pointed, he saw Yun Shuqian's figure.

It wasn't as she imagined she was standing there waiting with her bag on her back, she was running on the track next to the basketball court.

Yun Shuqian's hair is tied into a ponytail, and she trembles behind her as she runs. Because she is not good at sports, her running posture looks very ladylike, and her arms are raised higher. Fortunately, her breasts are relatively young. It doesn't feel like that kind of cumbersome, but when she runs like this, she is also cute. She runs slowly in small steps. After running about 200 meters, she stops and walks slowly...

Yun Shuqian panted and pinched her slender waist. Although she was in good health, exercising was indeed what she hated the most. Whenever it was time for the physical examination, she always felt weak in her heart.

After only running 400 meters, I felt that I was going to die of exhaustion, my little face was flushed, and my forehead was slightly sweaty.

Of course, I didn't come here for a run today to wait for him to go home together. She planned to change herself. I heard that women who exercise are also quite attractive.

Thinking so, when walking slowly now, she still cast her eyes on the basketball court.

Eh?
Strange, where is Song Jiamu?
She fixed her eyes again, and there were only Zhang Sheng and the two boys throwing the ball, and the most conspicuous Song Zhutou was gone.

Seeing no one else, she suddenly lost the desire to run.

This guy, she came here for a run, and she didn't even wait for her to come home with her. Next time you play ball, don't think about me coming for a run!

While muttering, footsteps came from behind her, she subconsciously dodged to the side, because she was running too slowly, it was commonplace for someone to overtake her.

Someone patted her slender shoulders, which startled her unexpectedly.

Looking back, Song Jiamu, who had just disappeared on the court, ran behind her at some point.

"Yun Shuqian, for the first time, why are you running? Wait for me to go home together?"

"Ah...! You scared me to death! Why do you keep popping up from behind!"

Yun Shuqian raised her little hand to hit him.

Be gentle.

These three words appeared in her mind, and her little hand suddenly lost the strength to hit it, and finally touched Song Jiamu's chest softly.

Song Jiamu had already made a full set of defensive moves, but was also taken aback for a moment.

"You didn't eat?"

"..."

"Hey, don't hit, don't hit, it hurts!"

Yun Shuqian raised her small hand, and patted the set meal on his arm in a row, to satisfy this guy's strange needs.

"You don't have big hands, why does hitting someone hurt so much..."

"Didn't you say that I didn't eat, that's enough for you."

"I see that you don't seem to have much strength, and I'm afraid that you'll faint from hunger and run without eating, and I'll have to carry you home when the time comes."

"I'm super strong."

Yun Shuqian ran again.

The girl's legs were short and her pace was slow. After more than a week of training, Song Jiamu could easily keep up with her without any effort at all.

"I thought you were walking if you didn't say you were running."

Song Jiamu followed her, mobilizing her frequency bit by bit, and soon Yun Shuqian felt her heartbeat quickened and her breathing became short of breath, but she still followed him stubbornly.

"You... huh... aren't you...playing... huh... how are you running... this way?"

"I thought you were waiting for me to go home, so I came to find you."

"Who...will wait for you...huh...go home."

"Are you going to die? I also said that I will take you for a run in the morning some other day. From this point of view, you can only run to the gate of the community."

"Who said I... can't... I can't, I can't! Ah."

Yun Shuqian followed his pace and ran 400 meters, but in the end she failed. Her feet softened, she stumbled herself, and fell forward with an ah.

"Eh!"

Fortunately, Song Jiamu had quick eyes and quick hands, and immediately took a step forward, with his left hand stretched across her body, his right hand hugged her shoulders, and hugged her.

The warm breath that belonged to him filled his arms, and for a moment Yun Shuqian couldn't tell whether his violent heartbeat was exercise or emotion.

"It's okay, don't be brave."

She was so small that it didn't take much effort to hug her. Song Jiamu helped her to sit on the edge of the grass.

Yun Shuqian supported the grass with both hands, and rested for a long time, then frowned, bent her knees and touched the muscles of her calf.

"It seems to be a little cramp..."

"Did you do warm-up exercises?"

"Just run around, do some warm-up exercises..."

"Where does it hurt?"

"here……"

Song Jiamu squatted down and rolled up her trouser legs, she was immediately alert: "What are you doing?"

"Didn't you say it hurts, let me pinch it for you."

"..."

"What's the relationship between us? I'm afraid I won't take advantage of you."

"..."

Yun Shuqian came down obediently and let Song Jiamu roll up her trouser legs.

She usually wears trousers most of the time, and when the trouser legs are rolled up, the skin on her calf is a bit dazzlingly white, especially the calf, which is as tender as delicious tofu.

It's just because of some cramping, the calf muscles are very tight, and she doesn't exercise often, and she doesn't know how to do it.

Song Jiamu sat down at a right angle to her. He stretched his legs, grabbed her ankles, and put her legs on his knees.

"For someone like you who doesn't usually exercise, you need to warm up for running or something like cramps and strains. The loss outweighs the gain."

"Do you want to apply ice?"

"Ice compresses are only needed for sprains, and heat compresses should be placed in a relatively hot place for calf cramps."

Song Jiamu held her heel with one hand and her knee with the other, stretching her muscles first until the tight calf gradually softened.

"Does it still hurt?"

"A little bit……"

Then he closed his palms and rubbed them vigorously a few times until his palms became very hot, and his wide palms completely wrapped her delicate calves.

Yun Shuqian's eyes widened, the heat from his palm penetrated through her skin, an indescribable numbness felt throughout her body like an electric current, her heartbeat increased to full speed, and soon she His face flushed red.

It would be better if it was massaged, but Song Jiamu didn't dare to move at this time.

His palm wrapped her calf, and the soft feeling from the palm, Yun Shuqian's white and slender calf, slippery and soft, made his heart beat faster.

Yun Shuqian was completely stunned, and wanted to pull his legs back, but it was really comfortable. His palms were so hot, and the soreness and swelling after running disappeared in such a heat, and there was a kind of crispness. It feels like ants are crawling.

Are boys hands this hot? !It's really not magic, is it? !
After covering for a while, Song Jiamu let go of his palm, and as soon as his palm left, Yun Shuqian immediately felt the difference in temperature.

He continued to rub his palms, but the reserved girl refused to let him cover her anymore.

"Okay... okay, I'm totally fine."

She retracted her legs, and frantically rolled down the bottom of her trousers until she completely covered the slightly reddened skin on her calf.

Yun Shuqian, who was in charge of the hand, couldn't tell who took advantage of whom for a while.

Fortunately, it wasn't a cramp in the foot, otherwise the guy who controlled the foot would have grabbed her foot, and she would have died on the spot.

Song Jiamu bent his knees and sat there for a while.

Both sat there with their knees bent for a while.

The setting sun fell on his body, and someone was playing football on the other side of the grass. Song Jiamu watched the ball to prevent being headshot unexpectedly.

Yun Shuqian didn't have this awareness, so most of the people hit by the football were girls walking in the playground.

She didn't know what she was thinking, she pulled a few weeds and pinched her hands to play until the fingertips were stained with light green grass juice.

"Let's go, it's almost six o'clock, go home."

Song Jiamu stood up and patted the grass clippings on his buttocks.

Yun Shuqian also planned to get up, but he was not as graceful as he got up, and felt his body was soft, and he couldn't exert his strength all at once.

His hand appeared before her eyes.

Yun Shuqian was stunned for a moment, and stretched out his hand to hold it.

Then, she felt a strong force full of security, which brought her up easily.

She withdrew her hand, patted the grass clippings on her little butt, and stretched her legs a little.

"Where's your bag?"

"over there."

Yun Shuqian trotted over to get the bag, and Song Jiamu followed, and the two left the school together.

On the way, he met a seller of grilled sausages, Song Jiamu bought two and handed one to Yun Shuqian.

"Here, please eat."

"Thank you cough."

Yun Shuqian was also polite, and took the sausage from his hand.

Opened her small mouth and took a bite. It tasted full of starch, and it had to be starch. If there was meat, she was still worried.

As the two ate and walked, Song Jiamu patted his chest muscles.

"I don't know if it's because I drank too much soy milk recently. I feel like my chest muscles are getting bigger."

"...?"

Drinking a lot of soy milk will indeed stimulate a certain amount of estrogen secretion. Of course, as long as it is not drunk as water, it will not have any effect. Song Jiamu's muscle growth is entirely caused by the exercise during this period.

It's just that when he said that, Yun Shuqian was shocked and ignored him with a snort.

The bus came, and the two got on the bus together. She stood in the corner and Song Jiamu stood in front of her.

After getting out of the car, they walked into the community together and said hello to Grandpa Turtle.

Uncle Liu lit a cigarette, gave Gui a puff, and he continued smoking himself.

I don't know when it started, these two guys go home together, it seems to have become a daily routine.

Just like the cigarette he couldn't quit.

addictive.

(Thanks to the leader who pretended to be a confused classmate! The boss is generous! The boss makes a fortune! The boss has someone to warm the bed every day!)

(End of this chapter)