Chapter 107 Friendship will deteriorate sooner or later
It rained for most of the day yesterday, but luckily classes were full on Thursday, so such a rainy day would not have much impact on 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 a strange and ambiguous look. Could it be that Yun Shuqian even reported it to her?
On Friday, the weather started to clear up again.
There were no classes in the afternoon, so Song Jiamu took a lunch break in the pavilion at noon.
Just when I was about to close my eyes for half an hour, Yun Shuqian also came.
She was very good at choosing the time. When Song Jiamu came to the small pavilion, there were many people coming and going in the school. When she came, the place was quiet and few people passed by.
"Sit over a little bit, sit over..."
Yun Shuqian sat down on the bench. There were obviously many empty seats, but she preferred to compete with him for this little space.
Her small shoulders and buttocks pushed against him, and she was not satisfied until Song Jiamu obediently made room for her.
"Why don't you go to the girls' dormitory to sleep? There are no classes in the afternoon."
"The book is about to be released, how can you sleep? Why don't you code more and save the manuscript?"
"If you don't keep your spirits up, readers will feel sleepy after reading the written words."
Yun Shuqian didn't answer his words, opened her laptop, put it on her lap, and turned on the Internet hotspot on her phone.
"Did you send the manuscript to the editor?" she asked.
"Not yet, didn't you say we'd send it together? I'll 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 connected easily.
“Isn’t this the same password for your bank card?”
"Definitely not."
"what is that?"
"26...You think I'm stupid!" Yun Shuqian slapped him angrily, almost pulling out his bank card password.
She started writing on Wednesday night, and by Friday, Song Jiamu had already written a manuscript of more than 10,000 words, and Yun Shuqian was about the same. However, Song Jiamu had a 10,000-word outline, while she only had a 1,000-word outline.
As an experienced author who has gained experience in the market, he also has tips on choosing the time to publish a book. If the book is published at the end of the month, it will be on the shelves at the beginning of the next month. If it is published on the first day, you can have full attendance. This is an advantage. However, there are also disadvantages.
Obviously, because many powerful authors will choose to list on the 1st, the competition for recommendation positions at this time will be fierce.
For the two people who have been busy all year round, recommending this kind of thing is still relatively mysterious. They don't dare to ask for too much, and perfect attendance is more practical than it. If this is stuck on a Friday in the middle of the month, it will always feel like a huge loss.
Similar.
The manuscript has been sorted out, and the two of them sent the manuscript to the email of the editor Toon, including a brief introduction to the book title and a 10,000-word outline.
As young writers on the street, Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian didn't dare to talk to editors, feeling so aloof.
After posting, each carefully sent a message to the editor, "Toon, I have written a new book, the title is XX, and it has been sent to your email address."
Yun Shuqian also added, "Toon Da, I plan to change my vest."
Of course, you can also publish books directly, and there won’t be much preferential treatment for inward investment, but at least you don’t have to check the background every once in a while to see if there are any contract shortcomings like before.
Toon did not reply.
This was also expected by the two of them.
There are also very few chat records with the editor. There are only listing notifications and completed applications, and occasionally there are messages asking for unblocking of blocked chapters.
When two people publish a book together, they feel less nervous than when they publish alone.
"Song Jiamu, do you think Toon has seen our news?"
"It's noon now, the editor should take a rest."
"The first time I made an internal investment to Toon, it was all signed by her directly. I heard from people on the forum that her internal investment standards are very strict."
Yun Shuqian was a little less confident. If she couldn't even sign a contract, let alone rush to the street. Like Song Jiamu, she had a long period of time where she couldn't even sign a contract.
"You should be able to sign it. I think it looks good. Romance is also very popular now, so signing the contract is relatively easy."
Song Jiamu rarely comforted her, "My book is probably a bit more difficult. If you pass it and I don't, you can distribute the book first."
"Don't worry, I will wait for you, but I think yours will definitely pass the test." It was rare for Song Jiamu to be gentle, so Yun Shuqian didn't feel sorry for him, and the two of them threw themselves pitifully into each other's arms to keep warm.
“I’ve heard that Toon is more difficult to draft, but the review speed is very fast, and the news is basically available on the same day.”
"But she hasn't replied yet..."
"It's noon, let's take a nap first."
Song Jiamu yawned and closed the computer.
Influenced by him, Yun Shuqian stopped thinking about the draft and closed the computer.
"Do you want back to back?"
"don't want."
"Come on, come on, it was very comfortable last time."
Song Jiamu took off his shoes and sat sideways on the bench, his broad back facing her.
Yun Shuqian looked to see if there was no one else around, then untied his shoelaces, lifted up his feet wearing white socks, hugged his knees with both hands, and pressed his soft back against them.
Immediately, there was a solid feeling. His back was very comfortable to lean on, wide, thick and soft.
Now that the weather is starting to get hot, both of them are wearing a single piece of clothing. When they lean against each other, only two thin pieces of clothing separate a large area of each other's skin, 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 their heads came together gently, and because of the height difference, their curvatures matched perfectly.
Yun Shuqian closed her eyes, feeling the gentle friction between his scalp and hers, and the rustling sound in her hair. Her eyelids moved, feeling extremely comfortable.
On a sunny afternoon, Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian were like two kittens, rubbing against each other, rubbing against each other...
This level is just right, not making people feel guilty, but also making them feel comfortable and intimate.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Jumping repeatedly on the edge of ambiguity, it feels particularly exciting.
While Song Jiamu was still rubbing, he felt that the girl behind him stopped rubbing, her body became softer and softer, her breathing gradually became evener, and her head turned slightly sideways. He tried hard to keep his waist still and looked back at her.
I can't even see that this guy is asleep!
You are really relieved!
As long as Song Jiamu stood up unexpectedly, she would definitely fall down on her back.
Of course, if he does this, he will probably never be able to reconcile in this life...
It was impractical for both of them to fall asleep. Since she was asleep, Song Jiamu stopped moving and adjusted the posture of his back so that she could lean back more comfortably.
She was very light, even if she completely leaned her weight on him, Song Jiamu didn't feel any difficulty.
She was very soft, even her back was so soft that Song Jiamu would wonder if she was lying on her back behind him. After all, even if she was lying on her back, she wouldn't feel like there was a little kitten hiding in the middle.
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I don't know whether her recent exercise and self-discipline have taken effect, or whether she is becoming more and more charming. In short, Song Jiamu's body is very honest and healthy, her heartbeat will be very fast, and she will hug her with great desire.
Occasionally, like Yun Shuqian, he would feel that the two of them were family friends and had known each other since childhood. When he had such thoughts about each other, he felt very guilty...
Sure enough, the pure friendship is about to turn sour...
Even if you are number one in the world, is it still the same concept as being number one in the world before...
Perhaps adults call this kind of good - marriage.
By then, it will not be fifteen years, but fifty years or more. Even if he dies, his ashes will be kept together.
Song Jiamu felt the changes in the girl's soft body behind him. She seemed to wake up, moved slightly and then stopped moving, but the sound of her sleeping breathing disappeared.
Yun Shuqian did wake up - woken up by his fast heartbeat.
Song Jia remained motionless and continued to pretend to be asleep. No one could see her anyway.
It wasn't until the blush on her face dissipated that Yun Shuqian sat up straight, as if she had just woken up, and stretched out with a groan.
She put her legs down, put on her white shoes, and looked at the time: "I've actually been asleep for half an hour!"
"You have to thank me, I didn't sleep for a minute."
Song Jiamu kept his legs bent and stretched out his hand towards her: "Is there any water? I'm dying of thirst."
"You don't bring water with you all day long!"
Yun Shuqian had already put on her shoes, and the wind blew away the heat from her back. She picked up the small bag and took out the kettle. She drank a few sips before handing it to Song Jiamu.
Drinking a bottle of water together seems to have become a normal thing, as long as Song Jiamu doesn't drink.
Song Jiamu drank half the bottle.
Yun Shuqian took the water bottle back and imitated him to drink from the air. As a result, all the water poured on her chin and slid down her white neck into her collar. She quickly stood up and patted and wiped it.
Seeing her being so stupid, Song Jiamu was also amused.
"Are you a pig? Haha..."
"You're still laughing! I'll beat you..."
Yun Shuqian wiped the water from her palm on his arm, and the two of them started to fight and fight. It was not until a passerby finally broke into their little world that the two of them became serious.
We left the bench and sat together on the small stone table to write. There was no class in the afternoon and it was still early.
Until three o'clock, the two people's QQ received messages from the editor.
Toon to Song Jiamu: "It feels okay, why don't you give it a try? When will the book be released?"
Toon gave Yun Shuqian: "The new book is okay, you can try it. When will the book be released? Why don't you use the original account?"
In the hands of the editor who is said to be the most difficult to draft, the two's new book was unexpectedly successfully approved! I heard that many old authors went crazy with revisions!
The two-word evaluation of 'okay' can already be regarded as a very high evaluation for editors who have read countless manuscripts! Toon did not even mention anything that needs to be modified, which means that this beginning is qualified.
Yes, at least it’s on par!
The two of them looked up at each other, with joy in their eyes.
"pass?"
"pass!"
"A high five?"
"Childish~"
Yun Shuqian raised her little hand, smiled, and patted his palm.