Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 77 Falling In Love With Your Bed (Please Subscribe)
After dinner in the evening, Song Jiamu went back to his room to type.

I didn't know if I didn't work hard before, but after working hard recently, Song Jiamu realized that hard work is also very addictive!
Even though there is no character attribute table to look at, he feels that he is getting stronger every day, which makes him want to stop.

Inexplicably, I thought of a stalk, saying that a girl wanted to chase a boy, and then the girl went to play League of Legends and wanted to play with the boy, but after a month, the girl forgot about the boy.

But Song Jiamu is okay, although studying is quite addictive, but he has not forgotten that the goal after hard work is to reconcile with that guy.

Is it really just a reconciliation...

yes...

Whenever these words popped up in his mind, Song Jiamu felt a little confused, anyway, let's make up first.

After getting along with each other in the new week, Song Jiamu felt that his relationship with Yun Shuqian was getting closer again, but it was a pity that there was no strategy progress bar to watch, and he didn't know how far the two of them had reconciled.

If the best standard in the world is that you can eat the same candy together, you can hold small hands, you can sleep under the same quilt, and you can even see kisses in TV dramas and you can say "Why don't we try it too", then now it seems Not even close...

Gotta keep trying.

Song Jiamu tapped the keyboard quickly, and there was a crackling sound in the room. He was using the mechanical keyboard of the green axis, and he liked this kind of percussion.

These nights, he has been typing, and he has some manuscripts in his hand. He estimates that he will be able to finish writing this book tonight, after all, he has already prepared his final speech.

The data displayed in the background is currently 96 words. Adding the 100 words in his hand, it is just 300 million words, and the average data is more than [-]. It took about seven months to write.

Although he is still considered a small writer in this industry, this book also brought him more than 3 manuscript fees, which is not bad. After all, he is only a student, and he does not have the pressure of living expenses such as renting a house. Other students earn more by working part-time on weekends.

This is also one of the reasons why he writes novels. First, it is a hobby of his own, and second, he also has a relatively good part-time job income.

It's just that the current focus is on learning. He is still young and feels that there is no need to devote himself to it. After all, the industry has changed a lot. If it is not a group of people with good grades, it is still very risky to work as a full-time job.

Yun Shuqian's manuscript fee is similar to his, but she must have more money in her small wallet than him, because she still has a scholarship.

Song Jiamu counted the usual New Year's money and so on, and he also had 4 yuan in savings in his own card, and basically used his own money for daily expenses.

Of course, no one would dislike having a lot of money. Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian are no exception. If the next book can be written as a masterpiece, maybe he can buy a car by himself, the kind with four wheels. !
He likes cars very much. He took the driver's license test during the summer vacation of his third year of high school, but he seldom drives and only drives in books.

You may not believe it, but Yun Shuqian also signed up to learn to drive during the summer vacation of her third year of high school. Naturally, the two of them didn't make an appointment. They both chose the driving school near the community, and then bumped into one when they were practicing driving on the first day. Son.

Is a coincidence is inevitable.

Unlike Song Jiamu, Yun Shuqian was often scolded by the coach when she was practicing, saying that she would be a road killer sooner or later.

Whenever this happened, Song Jiamu would proudly whistle in front of her.

When the two practiced the car, they exchanged practice, and her seat was always pulled very far forward, as if she wanted to breastfeed the steering wheel.

Every time Song Jiamu picked her up, he had to adjust the seat from the beginning to the end.

When it came to the second and third exams, she didn't know how she got past it, but she passed it all at once. On the contrary, Song Jiamu was too confident, and failed the second exam once, only to pass the second make-up exam.

Yun Shuqian whistled triumphantly in front of him, but she didn't know how to whistle either, the sound she made was like the clucking of a little hen after laying eggs.

In this regard, Song Jiamu understood another truth. The reason why a boss in a certain field can become a boss is because the boss has made all the mistakes that can be made and corrected them one by one.

What does Yun Shuqian want to save money for? She usually doesn't spend money recklessly, like a little squirrel hoarding nuts, she saves all of it. She definitely doesn't buy a car. Could it be used as a dowry?

While Song Jiamu was typing, Yun Shuqian came to his house.

"Qianqian is here to find Jiamu, come in quickly."

"Uh-huh!"

Yun Shuqian just took a shower, her body has a fragrant smell, she is wearing casual clothes at home, and she is stepping on a pair of Doraemon blue slippers.

"Hey, every year..."

"It should be in Jiamu's room."

After my mother finished speaking, she seemed to be very sleepy, yawned, left the living room and went back to her room.

Now that no one was in the living room, Yun Shuqian felt more at ease, went straight to Song Jiamu's room, and knocked lightly on the door.

She didn't dare to open the door and go in like she did when she was a child. She heard from Caiyi that when a boy is alone in the room and closes the door, it is easy to quickly consume tissues.

After waiting for three seconds, she turned the doorknob to open the door a little.

Looking in through the crack of the door, Song Jiamu was typing at the computer desk, and turned to look at her: "Come in and sit down."

"I'm looking for Niannian."

"Meow~"

Nian Nian was on the bed, lying on the quilt, and greeted her, saying that it was soft here.

Since the cat told her to come in, she came in.

Yun Shuqian reservedly squeezed in through the crack of the door, and then closed the door calmly.

"Why don't you put an extra chair in the room."

She spoke like this, as if she had no choice but before Song Jiamu could say "you can move one outside", she sat down beside his bed.

Sure enough, the bed was comfortable to sit on.

Excluding her childhood, this is the second time she has come to his room, and she likes such a small space.

Yun Shuqian first sat obediently by the bed, and Nian Nian threw herself into her arms. After playing with her for a while, Nian Nian ran to the inside of the bed, and she kicked off the slippers and climbed into the bed with the cat. went.

"Are you typing?"

Yun Shuqian knowingly asked, lifted his quilt by the way, and slipped her calves in. She was leaning against the wall, right behind Song Jiamu, and he couldn't see her little movements.

"That's right, I'm about to finish the update!" Song Jiamu's voice was a little excited.

"What? Are you going to finish it unfinished? You should be able to write tens of thousands more words, right?"

"Have you read my book?"

"...Who reads your book, it's a sham."

"I have a [-]-word manuscript, and I will send it out slowly after I finish writing."

Ever since this guy blew up his own book last time, he didn't mind this kind of thing at all, but Yun Shuqian was the one to lose.

Seeing him typing, she didn't bother him anymore.

Pull the quilt up a little more, and take his pillow over.

The pillow case was removed, leaving only a pillow insert.

She looked again, and saw that the pile of freshly collected clothes at the end of the bed was randomly piled up here, and the pillowcases that had just been washed were also in it.

Yun Shuqian crawled over, opened his pillowcase, carefully put the pillow back on, flattened the four corners, and patted it again.

Seeing that his messy clothes were really not pleasing to the eye, he muttered in a low voice while committing obsessive-compulsive disorder and folded his clothes one by one.

The panties were also inside, but she didn't touch them. After folding the other clothes, they covered his underpants so that the underpants could not be seen.

perfect.

After doing this, she leaned against the wall again, pulled his quilt over her chest, and soon felt warm.

Yun Shuqian secretly sniffed his quilt.

It's a little... a faint smell of shower gel, a little bit like the feeling he smelled when he threw himself into his arms after sweating a little. The smell is so light that she can't help but smell it carefully.

Song Jiamu turned around suddenly, almost scaring her to death.

"My notebook is in my schoolbag. If you are bored, you can take it out and watch a movie. Remember to wear headphones."

"Isn't there an iPad, I use this to watch..."

Yun Shuqian saw the iPad next to his bedside table, and was about to crawl over to get it.

Watching videos in bed is still easier to use with an iPad.

"What's the password?"

"...!"

Seeing that she was holding the iPad in her hand, Song Jiamu panicked, and quickly got up and took out the laptop from her bag and gave it to her, and took the iPad from her hand by the way. If she saw the educational film in it, It's terrible, as a normal boy, this is also a normal thing, but it is very abnormal for a girl to discover this normal thing.

Although he hid it in the folder in the corner, he didn't think that Yun Shuqian would obediently play with the iPad, she just liked looking for things in the corner.

"I have a game hanging in it. I'm doing a task and I can't move it. You can use your notebook to read it. The password is my birthday."

"Crazy..."

Yun Shuqian read it with a notebook, and skillfully entered his birthday 20020520. They were the same age and month, and she was born one day later than him. After the new year, she will be 20 years old, but there is still more than a month before the two of them will reach their full age. Twenty years old.

Time flies so fast. I still remember that in 2012, they were only ten years old. At that time, I felt that 2020 was very far away.

Open his notebook, which he usually brings with him to class, but she can flip through the contents at will.

Yun Shuqian flipped left and right to see his homework, clicked on another drama, put on the earphones, and ran into her arms every year, the girl and the cat watched the drama together.

"Is there any sugar?"

"Here, the candy my dad brought back from their banquet last week."

Yun Shuqian peeled off a candy and ate it sweetly.

There were no new dramas or movies that were good, so Yun Shuqian watched Charlotte and Ma Dongmei again. She had watched it three times and still thought it was good.

Whenever Yuan Hua's exclusive BGM plays, she always smiles happily.

Song Jiamu didn't look back at her, but quietly adjusted the angle of the small mirror on the table so that he could see her.

The girl covered his quilt, leaning her back against the poster on the wall, with a smile on the corner of her mouth and narrowed eyes happily...

She looked up, saw the small mirror, saw his eyes.

Song Jiamu pushed the mirror and acted as if nothing happened.

(End of this chapter)