Monday, the last week before the long holiday begins.
I spent the weekend with Yun Shuqian. I spent two mornings coding at home, and then went to play badminton in the afternoon.
At 11 o'clock last night, Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian distributed the book together.
When Song Jiamu woke up at six o'clock, he looked at the pig who was sleeping somewhere in the video call, and then switched to the writer's backend. The review of the work had not yet passed.
After simply washing his face, he went out for a run.
The route from Huabanli Community to Jinxiu Road and then to Anjiang Road has been running for a month. Song Jiamu started to change the route today.
Starting from the other side, you need to pass through the landscape bridge, the old pier, and finally the Linjianghu Scenic Area, and then run straight back from there. The total distance is about seven kilometers, one kilometer longer than the original route.
For Song Jiamu, changing the route means extending the running distance and providing different scenery.
For Yun Shuqian, changing the route means that she will have new breakfast options.
It turns out that she has eaten up all the delicious breakfast restaurants on Anjiang Road.
Now she can finally have breakfast at Linjianghu. There are many time-honored brands there, and in the ancient alley next to it, there are many small carts selling various breakfasts early in the morning.
The morning fog in the city gradually dissipated, and the golden light from the east extended from the reinforced concrete forest in the distance.
Wearing a vest and shorts, Song Jiamu ran uphill along the sidewalk and crossed the landscape bridge.
There are rows of slightly dilapidated docks on the old wharf, gently swaying in the stubborn river water. Occasionally, he will be frightened by a few birds running by on the stone railing. On the opposite side of the river, several parks are connected in series with greenery.
Pearl, the morning sun rises right there, it feels very shocking.
When he ran here, it was already three kilometers away, and there were only a few days left until May. Even in the early morning, the temperature had already reached 23 degrees. He kept breathing at an even frequency, and big beads of sweat fell from his cheeks.
slide.
His Adam's apple, his collarbone, and the front and back of his gray vest were obviously wet. There was sweat on his strong shoulders. The sun dyed his skin the color he wanted.
Running uphill again and crossing another landscape bridge, Song Jiamu ran to the Linjiang Lake Scenic Area. The temperature here is a little lower than that of the pier. There are wild flowers in the pavilion, old ladies and old men who got up early to check in, and now the coreopsis is in full bloom.
In season, the large patches of coreopsis are very beautiful.
From the beginning when his body resisted instinctively during long-distance running, now, he not only regards it as a habit, but also a kind of enjoyment.
There was a small square nearby, and Song Jiamu ran there to do stretching exercises, push-ups and other waist and abdominal arm strength training.
After resting for a while, he walked towards the ancient alley and sang to himself, attracting the curious eyes of many passers-by.
This is not to look at a fool. He has a good singing voice and is handsome. Such boldness and confidence attracts admiring glances.
He sang English songs, which were used as a way to relax and practice speaking. The words were pronounced clearly. He has accumulated a good vocabulary during this period. He used to hate English the most, but now he actually enjoys it.
Looking at the time, Song Jiamu went to a nearby time-honored store to buy the breakfast that the pig next door wanted to eat. Then, carrying two identical breakfasts, he took steps again and ran straight back to the Huabanli Community.
Seeing this, the guy in the yellow robe worked harder.
Look at people delivering food, they don’t even have battery carts and they have to run to deliver food, so why not work hard!
…
"Ding~dong~~"
The doorbell rang, and Yun Shuqian, who had already finished washing, ran over to open the door.
"Here, the takeaway is here, your little bubble wontons and red bean paste sugar porridge."
"hehe thanks!"
The girl happily took the breakfast from his hand.
What better morning could there be than a nasty guy bringing her delicious breakfast every day?
Nasty ghost brought her breakfast~ Nasty ghost brought her breakfast~~
Every time she thought like this, Yun Shuqian felt very happy. It was not even seven o'clock yet, and she felt that she would be very happy all day long.
It is not accurate to judge Yun Shuqian's mood through her aunt. Through observation during this period, Song Jiamu found that if she was in a good mood, her voice would be particularly soft and sweet, and the ending of each sentence would be very tactful.
It's like she's gently teasing your ears with the tip of her tongue, it's itchy and crispy.
Yun Shuqian happily ran into the house carrying breakfast, and then came out holding a glass of soy milk.
Song Jiamu took a sip of soy milk. Ever since he got used to drinking the soy milk she made, drinking soy milk from outside didn't taste good anymore.
"Has your book passed the review?"
"not yet, what about you?"
"Me neither."
"Are your legs sore?" Yun Shuqian asked.
"Nope."
"My legs are so sore!"
After playing basketball for two days and rarely exercising, Yun Shuqian woke up feeling sore and sore in her legs. Then she thought about having to squeeze into the bus soon, and she felt that her whole body was not well.
"Then when you take the bus later, be sure to have quick eyes and quick hands to see if you can find a seat." Song Jiamu gave her advice.
"..."
I don’t want to talk to you, you bastard!
Yun Shuqian snorted and closed the door. No matter what, she wouldn't say, "Please take me to school". Even if he took the initiative, she would have to refuse him three times.
Damn it, why do I always have a little regret in my heart? If only I hadn’t told him, ‘I’ll beat you to death if you mention it again’...
Opening the lunch box, you will find a bowl of authentic Soviet-style wontons. They look different from ordinary wontons. The appearance of the wontons is very cute and cute, like bubbles. They are milky white and crystal clear, with thin skin.
The filling is small and the taste is very delicious. With another mouthful of sweet and soft red bean paste and sugar porridge, the little resentment in the girl's mood disappeared. A smile appeared at the corner of her mouth and her cute feet swayed gently.
Girls who like to eat are easily satisfied, and Song Jiamu fed her well.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! It’s over, and she enjoys him bringing breakfast more and more. Even if she says no more, her stomach will be the first to refuse.
Yun Shuqian didn't have a big appetite, but she could finish the breakfast that Song Jiamu helped bring every time.
Touch your satisfied belly, full and swollen.
After resting comfortably for a while, I got up to change clothes and go to school.
Still wearing ordinary student clothes, nine-quarter-length casual pants, beige printed T-shirt, holding a large round water bottle, filling it with water, soaking a few pieces of jasmine flowers in it, and adding a little honey. She drinks a lot of water every day.
Make the girl's body healthy and her skin soft and tender.
When squeezing into the bus, she still couldn't defeat the famine-like crowd, and she barely managed to squeeze in until the second bus came.
Yun Shuqian got on the bus from the back door. The front door was already crowded. Even at the back door, she could only stand in the restricted standing area at the door. She had to take out her bus card and ask passers-by to pass it over one by one to help her swipe it.
card, and then handed it back to her one by one. During this period, she needed to nod her head to express a lot of 'thank you'
Whenever she felt that she was in the most embarrassing situation, she would always meet Song Jiamu who was riding an electric bicycle leisurely, which made her feel that God must be bullying her on purpose.
Why did she occasionally not meet Song Jiamu when she easily got into the car? But when she was squeezed into a pancake, this guy appeared at the right time!
Song Jiamu whistled and while waiting for the traffic light, he stopped next to the bus. When he turned around, he could see the girl at the door turning her bag in front of her.
He waved to her, and Yun Shuqian glared at him angrily.
The green light came on and he drove away with a whoosh.
Yun Shuqian couldn't see anyone else, so she became even more depressed.
…
When the second class in the morning was over, Yun Shuqian looked at his phone, then his eyes lit up and he turned to look at Song Jiamu beside him.
"Hey, Song Jiamu."
Song Jiamu looked defensive.
I don’t know if her aunt is really here. Anyway, in just two classes, he was stepped on three times because he whispered to Zhang Sheng and disturbed her while studying. Because he made a mistake in turning the pen, the pen rolled to her side.
The only two pens he had were confiscated, so he had to borrow a pen from the girl next door, but she stepped on it again. He also heard her secretly asking the school committee member in front about Song Jiamu's linguistics homework.
Yet'
Fortunately, the school committee said, "He sent it to me last night," so Yun Shuqian lost interest in grabbing him.
"what?"
Song Jiamu asked her if the next class would change classrooms. Most of the students got up and left, but they were the only two who were still lingering.
Now that no one else is around, Yun Shuqian can talk to him closely.
She showed him the screen of her mobile phone: "My book has been reviewed. Let's take a look at yours."
"So fast."
Song Jiamu also took out his cell phone and looked at the background. Sure enough, he also had a message about passing the trial.
"I passed it too."
The two of them sent a message to the editor Xiangchun and asked him to submit the signature.
After changing the classroom, Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian were still sitting together. The editor also received the contract signing news backstage. The contract and other matters are still waiting for the process, and it is estimated that it will be available in the afternoon.
Although this is not the first time they signed a contract, Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian were still very excited after going through this step.
At noon, when they were back to back in the pavilion, the two updated two more chapters.
Song Jiamu is using his old account. Although the results of his last book were not very good, opening a new book still brought him two to three hundred collections. The book review area is even more lively than the new one of Yun Shuqian.
'That's a lot. At least someone is checking in to build a building or something.
Who would read a book with less than 10,000 words in total? Yun Shuqian doesn't care about these at all. The right way is to update honestly and wait for recommendations obediently.
"Yun Shuqian, I now have 306 collections, how many do you have?"
"Seven." The girl calmly held the kettle and drank water.
"It's really good. It's actually one more than my fraction!"
"What are you getting? It's just three hundred collections."
"You really don't want to go and shout at Lao Shu?"
"No, I want to prove myself with my strength."
Yun Shuqian became cruel, even to herself.
She planned to wait until the number of words increased, and secretly use a trumpet to shout in the QQ reader group, "Hey brothers, I recently found a very good book, it's "Forced to Fall in Love with the Dragon Girl"."
Yes, even in the QQ group, she has a trumpet hidden in it, and it is more lively than the author's account! With the trumpet open, she can openly ask for those things that she can't find from her group friends.
Astringent material!
Boys are extremely generous when it comes to sharing their feelings.
"Then don't go back on what you said before." Song Jiamu smiled ambiguously.
"What..." Yun Shuqian was alert, recalling what he had said.
"You said that when my subscription score is twice that of yours, you just listen to me." Song Jiamu turned on his cell phone to record.
Yun Shuqian felt relieved and continued to drink water calmly from the kettle.
Song Jiamu felt like she was drinking from a baby bottle, because when she wasn't thirsty, she liked to sip slowly with the straw that came with the bottle. When she was thirsty, she would unscrew the big lid and drink water gurglingly.
"Classmate Song Jiamu, it seems that those three hundred collections have given you a lot of confidence. You need to recognize the facts clearly. You haven't been recommended yet, so don't be blinded."
"The president of Gundam Seven Collections taught me to be modest."
Yun Shuqian was so angry that he blew out a string of small bubbles from the end of the straw in the water bottle.
The jasmine flowers blooming at the bottom of the bottle are flying in the water.
She took a strong sip, and the jasmine flower blocked the straw.