The consequence of not being willing to separate the legs is that the bladder is about to explode.
I heard that there is a trick when rushing to write a manuscript, which is to drink a lot of water before typing, and make a decision to yourself that you will never go to the toilet until you finish writing the manuscript.
As a result, the body's potential will explode, and the coding speed will be unprecedentedly fast. Moreover, because the urge to urinate stimulates the nerves, the brain will be extremely clear. Even if the coding speed is very fast, the quality can be guaranteed.
While enjoying the ambiguity, the two's coding speed slowed down by 30%, but under the influence of the overwhelming urge to urinate, the speed did not decrease but increased in the end.
"It's twelve o'clock."
"Then stop fighting."
The two of them took their hands off the keyboard and sat motionless for four hours. Song Jiamu coded 8,200 words, and Yun Shuqian coded 8,300 words.
"you lose!"
"..."
Song Jiamu moved his legs, and Yun Shuqian quickly spread his legs.
She didn't tell him where she was going. Anyway, after she parted her legs, she immediately stood up and quickly walked into the room and closed the door.
The good thing about girls is that they can get up when they want to.
Song Jiamu was in a hurry to urinate, but he couldn't stand up in front of her unless she walked away first.
Seeing Yun Shuqian running into the room, he quickly ran to the bathroom next to the living room with a slight bow.
A little disobedient.
But Song Jiamu already has experience.
He finally released the urine that he had been holding in for a long time. He felt extremely relaxed and comfortable. In addition, he coded a total of 8,200 words in one breath. This sense of accomplishment gained after restraint was particularly refreshing!
He breathed a long sigh of relief, wiped himself off, put on his pants, and washed his face with cold water. He felt that the sunshine at noon was particularly bright.
The girl spent a long time in the bathroom. When Yun Shuqian came out, she must have washed her face, and her face had a pinkish sheen with water vapor.
"What did we just say?" Yun Shuqian picked up the cup and drank water.
"Go to my house for dinner! Let's go." Song Jiamu quickly planned to leave.
"You want to cheat, don't leave."
Yun Shuqian grabbed him and showed an evil smile. She opened the drawer and looked for a pen. She specially chose an oil-based ballpoint pen so that the turtle she drew would not be easily erased.
"Are you serious about this?"
"Who are you kidding? Come here quickly. I'm going to draw a turtle for you!"
"Can you please stop painting on your face?"
Song Jiamu was speechless. If she really painted a turtle on his face, how could he go home? She might as well have written Chinese characters on his thigh.
"It depends on your performance. Sit down quickly and don't move."
"In this way, as long as you don't draw it on my face, otherwise if I win next time, I will draw it on your forehead."
"You threaten me."
Yun Shuqian didn't dare to go too far. This time he won by a narrow margin. If he won next time, he would probably take revenge.
Song Jiamu sat down on the sofa. The girl giggled and looked at his stiff expression with satisfaction.
"...Don't smile like that, you look evil."
"Are you afraid of injections?"
Yun Shuqian, possessed by the drama queen, held the ballpoint pen between his fingers as if holding a syringe, and then used his thumb to push up from the lower end of the ballpoint pen. He also specially placed the pen in front of Song Jiamu, letting him look at the thin tip and slowly
pop up.
"What do you mean...you want to stab me?"
"Don't move."
"..."
Song Jiamu cooperated and took off the belt.
As soon as she took off a small piece of trousers, she slapped her arm: "What are you doing! You're a pervert!"
"Don't you want an injection?"
"An arm shot!"
Song Jiamu is actually quite afraid of injections. Even though he is tall and big, he was afraid of injections when he was a child. The only injections he got recently were the three vaccines.
Seeing Song Jiamu's confused and nervous expression, Yun Shuqian became more and more satisfied.
She knelt down on the sofa, on Song Jiamu's right side, and rolled up his short sleeves, exposing his strong shoulder deltoid muscles.
Her soft and tender fingers pretended to pat his skin and blew on him. The cool feeling made goosebumps appear on Song Jiamu's arms.
"Don't move. My sister has just done an internship, so be careful of pricking you."
"...You don't have to scare me."
Yun Shuqian was wearing a white T-shirt, and she really looked like a trainee nurse.
When she said this, Song Jiamu remembered the fear of being injected with needles by the intern nurses. He often had to insert needles several times to get them to the right position.
Yun Shuqian sat on her knees, holding his shoulder slightly with her left hand and flattening his skin. She held a pen in her right hand, and the cold pen tip gently touched his skin.
She first drew a fat oval, about the size of a coin, and then drew a few cross lines horizontally and vertically on the oval. This was the turtle shell.
Then I drew four short small ovals next to the turtle shell. These are the turtle claws.
Finally, draw the head and carefully add the eyes to the little turtle.
Song Jiamu turned his head and squinted at the little turtle that was gradually being drawn on his arm.
Looking up the pen barrel, you can see Yun Shuqian's little face. There is a slight smile on the corner of the girl's mouth, the kind of smile that makes people succeed after doing bad things.
She painted very carefully, because she was so close, her warm breath would brush over his skin and spray onto his face, giving it a fragrant smell that seemed to be sweet.
"Is the painting finished?"
"Not yet, don't move..."
Yun Shuqian continued to hold the ballpoint pen and color the turtle shell. Each grid was spaced apart, like a football, and every other grid was blackened.
Feeling the tip of the pen rubbing on his arm, Song Jiamu felt itchy.
Finally, she stopped writing and blew with her small mouth to speed up the drying of the handwriting. At this time, the wind blowing on Song Jiamu's face was mixed with the smell of ink in addition to the fragrance of her own breath.
.
She tried rubbing it with her fingers, but the turtle pattern on her arm did not fade at all.
"Okay! I never thought I had a talent for painting!"
"Don't mention it..."
Song Jiamu wanted to rub it, but she hit his hand again.
"No rubbing! We agreed, at least we should keep it until before taking a shower!"
"I'm afraid I won't be able to wash it off even if I take a shower."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! When he said this, Yun Shuqian became even more satisfied. She was always willing to leave something on him, such as this one that she thought was very
Cute little turtles, like the shoe prints on his shoes.
When he went to play ball, his friend saw his cute little turtle and asked him who painted it. He gritted his teeth and said it was painted by Yun Shuqian, so she was very proud of it.
This naughty prank made her feel pampered.
She took out her cell phone.
"What are you doing?"
"Take a photo."
"It seems you didn't say you were going to take pictures just now, right?"
"I don't post in Moments, you think I am you..."
Yun Shuqian smiled and was in a particularly good mood. She took out her mobile phone and took a picture of the little turtle she drew on Song Jiamu's arm. She also took a picture of Song Jiamu's face. In the picture, he looked speechless.
Looking at the camera, she liked his helpless look.
"I remember, I will draw it on your thigh next time."
"No, now the rules have changed, you can only draw on the opponent's arm."
Yun Shuqian pressed the ballpoint pen and took the pen tip back. She climbed down from the sofa and went to the balcony to take the sun-baked kitten into the house.
Li Yuan also called and asked them to go home for dinner.
"Let's go, my dad and the others are ready to cook."
"oh oh."
Yun Shuqian came out with him with the cat in her arms. Seeing that he didn't roll down his sleeves, she helped him roll them down to cover the little turtle she had just drawn.
She felt that this little turtle was between her and him, and she didn't want her elders to see it.
Today is Saturday, Song Chi and Li Yuan are both at home. As usual, Song Chi is responsible for cooking and Li Yuan is responsible for helping.
The lunch was very sumptuous, with four people and one cat, a total of five dishes and one soup.
Not sure if it was an illusion, but Yun Shuqian always felt that this time he came to eat, his uncle and aunt seemed to be more enthusiastic than the last time.
When they arrived at Song Jiamu's house, Yun Shuqian, who was mischievous just now, immediately seemed like a different person.
She was well-behaved, reserved and sensible like a lady, and she took the initiative to go to the kitchen to help fetch the dishes and serve the soup.
"Uncle, today is so rich. I'm sorry to bother you and aunt again."
"We are all our own people, Qianqian, please don't be polite. It's a matter of adding a pair of bowls and chopsticks. Let's eat first. I'll stir-fry some vegetables. It'll be quick."
When Song Chi and Li Yuan both sat down at the dining table, lunch began.
Yun Shuqian and Song Jiamu sat on one side, Song Chi and Li Yuan sat on the other side, and Nian Nian also squatted next to the chair. There was fish and meat in his small bowl.
The topics of conversation at the dinner table were very common. Song Chi and Li Yuan did not talk about any weird topics, for fear that their daughter would be embarrassed to come to dinner next time.
As a former teacher of Yun Shuqian and Song Jiamu, Li Yuan will talk about the current changes in the school.
"All classrooms are equipped with air conditioners this semester."
"Really?! We didn't have one at that time, it was so hot in the summer."
Yun Shuqian calculated it and said, "I haven't been back to No. 4 Middle School for three years."
"It's better to take you to the class where it feels more comfortable."
"Mom, I remember you said that the previous years were better."
"Uncle, how do you steam these water eggs... I have tried many times, but there are always bubbles. I have used filters and everything, but none of the online instructions work."
Song Chi's steamed eggs were very beautiful, as smooth and tender as tofu, with a layer of fragrant fried minced meat on top. Knowing that Yun Shuqian loved coriander, he added chopped coriander.
"Here, remember, put twice the amount of water for twice the eggs, just about the same size is enough. First stir the eggs in one direction, then add some seasonings, and then add water. Use hot water, it will feel hot to the touch.
, the most important thing is that when steaming, be sure to use low heat. If the heat is too high, it will foam, cover the bowl with a plate, steam for twelve or three minutes and it’s almost done..."
"I see!"
Yun Shuqian suddenly realized that even though steamed eggs are very simple, they pay attention to details, otherwise they would be full of bubbles and not smooth and tender.
After the meal, it was very homely and natural. Yun Shuqian felt that she was becoming more and more accustomed to eating at his house.
After the meal, Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian washed the dishes together.
Song Chi and Li Yuan were watching from the living room.
"Hey Lao Song, do you think they have that intention now?"
"When we can't see it, it's there, but when we see it, it's not there."
"Then... shall we move out?"
"puff--"
Song Chi choked when he drank tea for the first time.