"My deskmate is a girl. She's not bad looking, but she's so annoying!"
"She steps on my feet every day, hides my water cup, pinches me, and complains to my mother about sleeping in class. The key is that she can't get rid of her like a candy. She was in the same class with me in elementary school, middle school, and high school.
I’m in the same class, and I’m still in the same class at university??”
"Great friends, please help me give me some advice. Is there any way I can cure her?"
Once again, because of being accused, Song Jiamu angrily posted a question on Zhihu, saying that this guy Yun Shuqian must be punished.
After a while, a message popped up on Zhihu to remind him that some enthusiastic netizens gave him some advice.
"How about you try to confess to her?"
???
What an outrageous answer this is...
Song Jiamu was speechless. It would have been good if he didn't pinch her face hard or mess up her hair, but he still confessed to her?
If the confession fails, wouldn't it mean that we won't even be friends anymore?
Eh?
yes!
Song Jiamu had a flash of inspiration, and this answer was like a knife stabbing his butt, giving him a slap in the face.
Just when he was about to open the door and go to the opposite room to practice, he realized that this answer was still too nonsense. Maybe he went to confess, and then the next second she complained to his mother, which would be a shame.
?
That's right, in addition to elementary school, junior high school, high school, and university, the girl who gave him a headache also lived in the same community as him, and lived across the door...
...what a sin!
Song Jiamu fell weakly on the sofa like a deflated rubber ball. When he thought about how many times he would face Yun Shuqian in the future, he felt a little desperate.
…
When I was feeling melancholy, QQ's special attention alert sounded.
Hearing this voice, most of Song Jiamu's depression was immediately dispelled.
Turning over from the sofa and sitting up, a smile appeared on his face unconsciously, and he clicked on QQ.
It’s a cute cat avatar with the ID name Zhaijiu Tianrandai. She must be a homely and soft-spoken girl.
Song Jiamu met her at a literary forum two years ago. [Zhaojiu Naturally Daze] is also a freshman this year. She also likes online literature, and they even coded together.
They didn't know much about each other's actual situation, but from their daily chats, they shared the same views and interests, and soon they became the best pen pals who talked about everything.
Zhai Jiuran was stunned: "It's so annoying! It's really annoying!!"
Pen and paper: "What happened? Who provoked you again?"
Song Jiamu quickly replied to her message.
Paper and pen are his trumpet, which he usually uses for online communication, mainly with book friends, editors, and the like.
Zhai Jiuting was stunned: "Who else could it be? It's that annoying guy I always told you. Forget it, just leave him alone. I'll get angry just thinking about it!"
Look, what does it mean to have the same mind?
Listening to her complaints, Song Jiamu also felt that he had found a confidant.
Pen and paper: "I was so angry with that stupid woman today. She was too lenient. I'm not her!"
At this point, the two of them made a tacit agreement not to mention the "annoying guy" anymore, probably because they didn't want to taint the rare mood of chatting by calling each other "annoying guy".
Zhai Jiuting was stunned: "If God can hear our voices, please pair these two annoying guys together and torture them well."
Pen and paper: "I agree, you don't even know how ugly that woman is, she is 1.5 meters tall, weighs 150 pounds, and speaks like a lion roaring from the east of the river."
Zhai Jiu was stunned: "That guy is also very ugly! His face is full of pockmarks! Take off your shoes and the whole building will stink!"
…
Pen and paper: "By the way, aren't we going to have a face-to-face meeting in the afternoon?"
Zhai Jiuran was stunned: "Don't be late."
Pen and paper: "I'm looking forward to it."
Zhai Jiuran was stunned: "Me too! Very excited!"
Pen and paper: "Why don't you send me a photo first? Don't mistake me for the wrong person then."
After Song Jiamu sent this message, he stared at the chat window nervously. After knowing each other for so long, the two of them had never seen each other's photos or heard each other's voices.
Oh, I still heard the sound, just saying good night to each other in bed.
That was the most tender "good night" he had ever said in his life, and it was also the softest "good night" he had ever heard from a girl.
If Yun Shuqian could speak so softly, he would at least be gentler to that guy!
Sure enough, girls are also divided into different species.
I was stunned for a long time: "[Picture]" - A picture of a funny expression, a bearded woman with obvious masculine features picking her nostrils and looking lewd.
Zhai Jiu was stunned: "Hey, what if I look like this?"
Pen and paper: "[Picture]" - A certain funny emoticon, a greasy middle-aged shirtless man lying on the bed, holding a mobile phone and laughing at his aunt.
Pen and paper: "Then this is what I will look like."
Zhai Jiuran was dumbfounded: "Okay, anyway, I'm not just 1.5*150, I'll find out when we meet in the afternoon~"
Song Jiamu was not in a hurry, subconsciously thinking that she should be very beautiful, she should be a literary girl who likes to wear skirts, has an elegant and ladylike temperament, and holds a book in her arms.
Of course, he himself is also very handsome. During the live broadcast, he could take a pregnancy test stick and wave it in the barrage, and two red lines would immediately appear.
Pen and paper: “Do you remember the meeting place?”
Zhai Jiu was stunned: "Of course!"
Pen and paper: "Then..."
Zhai Jiuran was stunned: "See you in the afternoon!"
Pen and paper: "See you in the afternoon."
…
Putting down the phone, Song Jiamu felt warm ripples in his heart. He couldn't help but jump up excitedly, hummed a song, quickly took off his clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower and wash his hair. He shaved off the light stubble and put on his clothes.
Clothes with a faint scent of laundry detergent.
After knowing her for two years, how could I not fall in love with her on the other side of the screen?
Break through the barrier of space and meet the best pen pal you have never met.
Song Jiamu felt that something beautiful was approaching, like bright sunshine waiting for him ahead. He could feel the intoxicating light when he closed his eyes.
After chatting with her for two years, our souls are so in tune with each other! It seems like fate!
Sure enough, he is going to be single, right?
Before leaving the house, Song Jiamu did not forget to log into the writer's backend and posted a request for leave——
[Take a day off to meet an important person]
After sending it, he opened Zidai's book again and saw that she had also sent an almost identical leave request note.
In tune!
Song Jiamu straightened his hair in the mirror and went out.
The door to the opposite room also opened at the same time, and a girl walked out——
She is about 1.65 meters tall, wearing a white ruffled chiffon dress with a bow tie at the neckline. Her chest is slightly undulating and green, her long brown hair is shiny, and her lively eyes are instantly recognizable.
Unforgettable, her skin is especially fair, and her perfect facial features cannot be faulted. (Objective)
Ratite tigress.(Subjective)
"Oh, it's rare to see you wearing a skirt. Are you going on a blind date?" Song Jiamu said in surprise.
"Ouch, don't get so close to me! The smell of the gel water is smelling to me!" Yun Shuqian wrinkled her beautiful nose and fanned herself with her small hands.
In the small corridor, a scene of boys and girls staring at each other was staged.
[This dilapidated corridor is really narrow!]
Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian complained to each other in their hearts.
In tune.
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