Song Jiamu took a quick shower, and Yun Shuqian had just picked a handful of green onions and coriander from the balcony, and he had already finished washing them.
It didn't take more than five minutes. Such a fast speed convinced Yun Shuqian that he didn't do anything strange in the bathroom.
I heard that there are three places where boys do strange things most often, either in the bathroom, in front of the computer, or on the bed.
Of course, I often see in the news that there are perverts doing this on the subway.
Thanks to the development of the Internet in modern society, her parents are often worried that she will be taken advantage of. Yun Shuqian is embarrassed to say that she actually knows much better than them! She will not be taken advantage of easily!
Song Jiamu poured some laundry detergent, put the jersey and shorts in the bucket, scrubbed them a few times, washed them twice, and then took them to the balcony to dry.
The jersey itself is relatively large, and when hung together with Yun Shuqian's clothes, her clothes appear to be too small.
Yun Shuqian cut the meat into pieces in the kitchen, then chopped it with a knife...
"I'll come, I'll come!"
Song Jiamu came over happily.
"Do you know?"
"What's wrong with chopping stuffing?"
"Then come on."
Yun Shuqian gave him the knife. Chopping stuffing was quite tiring for a girl.
"Isn't it right to chop it like this?"
"Well, please be gentle, otherwise the stuffing will be full of sawdust. After chopping, use the knife to turn the stuffing over and continue chopping."
"Is that so?"
"...Sort of."
Yun Shuqian stood beside him. She liked that he was so tall. He simply washed away the sweat on his body without using shower gel. His body exuded the smell that belonged to him.
She stretched out her little hand and rolled up the short sleeve of his left arm to see that Hello Kitty was still there.
Yun Shuqian was very satisfied.
Instead of rolling up his short sleeves, he just let Hello Kitty hang out. His arms were very strong, a whole circle bigger than her petite shoulders.
Seeing that he was almost finished chopping the stuffing, Yun Shuqian prepared another bowl of sauce. After he chopped the meat, he asked him to cut the mushrooms and shrimp into cubes, and finally used the prepared sauce with the meat filling.
Give it a stir.
Song Jiamu washed his hands and did not go out. He liked to stand beside and behind Yun Shuqian, where he could smell the fragrance of her hair.
The girl's hair is very beautiful. Whenever she is cooking, she will tie up her hair with a flowery rubber band. The slender and white back of her neck is like a swan's neck.
"Are we going to start making dumplings now?"
"Do you know?"
"This is not easy, please teach me."
Yun Shuqian held the dumpling wrapper in her left hand and the chopsticks in her right hand to pick up a ball of stuffing. In the blink of an eye, she wrapped a beautiful dumpling with a round belly.
"..."
"Learned it?"
"Slow down."
"Stupid~"
Song Jiamu also took a piece of dumpling wrapper, stood on her left, and followed her step by step to wrap it, but the wrapper turned out to be extremely ugly.
"Obviously I'm the same as you, why did my package look like this..."
"It's not folded like this, you are so stupid."
Yun Shuqian couldn't stand it anymore, so she came over, grabbed his fingers with her little hands, and taught him bit by bit.
"Pinch the middle skin first, then use your left hand to make a small wave on the right half of the epithelium, and then continue to make two small waves. Pinch the edge of the left half in the same way, and pinch it again and again...
…Isn’t it beautiful?”
She leaned very close, and the air she breathed was warm and had a sweet smell.
"If you don't learn from this, you will be a pig."
Yun Shuqian made the last sound of "pig" very long and said, "When you can't get a wife in the future, just eat instant noodles every day."
"Hey, I've got it all figured out."
Song Jiamu followed the steps she taught and made another dumpling. Although it was a little slow, at least it was very beautiful.
The kitchen table is obviously very spacious, but the two of them are very close to each other. Song Jiamu is standing on the left and Yun Shuqian is standing on the right. The arms between them will rub against each other inadvertently.
Now that the weather is getting hotter, both of them are wearing short-sleeved shirts. When the skin of their arms comes into close contact, ripples will always appear in their hearts.
But he never mentioned those ambiguous thoughts. In short, it was a comfortable and happy thing.
"Tomorrow is Friday." Song Jiamu said.
"So." Yun Shuqian replied. She placed the wrapped dumplings one by one on the plate, like lotus flowers. She arranged them very beautifully. Sometimes Song Jiamu put them crookedly, so she specially put them on the plate.
Place the one you left in place.
"According to the usual practice, tomorrow at noon should be the time to recommend website shortcomings. Do you think we will have recommendation news tomorrow?"
According to the custom here at Yuedian, the recommended news for the next week will come at two o'clock on Friday, and the list will change on Sunday. For the majority of street writers, this time at two o'clock on Friday is the most popular time.
It's time to be on tenterhooks.
Nowadays, the competition is fierce. Even if you are trying to promote, you still need to read more to be ranked. The same is true for advancing to the next round of recommendations. If you don't read enough, then the recommendation will be cut off. If you run naked on the shelves, you will almost die.
What Song Jiamu admires the most is not the people whose first order exceeds 10,000 yuan, but those who order hundreds or dozens of songs, and who can later order more than 10,000 songs. That is not only a test of the quality of the work, but also the mentality.
"I don't know. If you are an experienced author with relatively good results, you should be able to test the waters in the first week."
Yun Shuqian said. She is the same. They all write the same book. They wish they could get all the recommendations. It's a pity that the last book the two of them scored was only 1,000 orders. Naturally, they won't get such preferential treatment, unless Toon reads it.
I found their new book and thought it was interesting, so maybe some resources would be slightly tilted.
But since I went to Toon to pick up my signature on Monday, Toon didn't talk to either of them about the book. Everything was just normal. Seeing that it was almost Friday, I was inevitably a little worried about it.
"Hmph, if Toon doesn't recommend it to us, I will eat scrambled eggs with Toon every day, and then I will pop her on the QQ window and call her on QQ in the middle of the night!" Yun Shuqian mistook the dumpling in his hand for a toon and pinched it a few times.
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"If the QQ window pops up for editing, you will be blocked." Song Jiamu said with a smile.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Yun Shuqian just thought about it. As a newcomer, she is still very timid when facing editors.
"Toon is a female editor?"
"That should be the case. I heard that she likes books with good emotional lines." Yun Shuqian said.
She also thought of their new books, including Song Jiamu's "Blood Race". The emotional lines were well written, and the feedback in the recent book review section was also very good. In the past few days of streaking, the data were getting better day by day, so she became more confident.
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"I think we will come to recommend it at noon tomorrow, I feel like."
"We both post in urban areas, which is the most competitive channel. If you have such high expectations, be careful not to be disappointed."
"It's not like I haven't pounced before, so what are you afraid of?"
"That's true."
With Song Jiamu writing a book by his side, Yun Shuqian felt that writing was no longer a lonely task. The two of them waited pitifully for recommendations and spelled together. Even if they failed in the end, they seemed quite happy.
You have to gain the same amount of money and mood to have the motivation to continue.
"How many do you have in your collection now?"
"And you?"
"I'm over 600." Song Jiamu said, it's the fourth day since publishing the book. Excluding the first day, the average is 100 per day. This is also his best result in streaking, so he is very confident in recommending this week.
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"Oh, you only grew twice as much? I grew fifty times~"
Yun Shuqian had a proud look on his face, a smile on his lips, and his little head shook cutely.
Song Jiamu was shocked, it increased fifty times?!
He quickly calculated and found out that on the first day of publishing, he had the bonus of 300 old fans and 300 collections, while Yun Shuqian only had 7 collections of new vests.
"That's only more than three hundred!" Song Jiamu was speechless.
"In short, judging from the multiples, you lost." Yun Shuqian disagreed with his algorithm.
Song Jiamu didn't compete with her, so it seemed that the results of the two streaking runs were about the same, but he was an old man, so in comparison, Yun Shuqian did win a bit in terms of data.
However, the subject matter of their books is different. Hers is a pure love story about daily life. Compared with his slower-moving mainstream novels, the early data is more advantageous.
Someone was chatting with me, and I finished making the dumplings before I knew it.
The whole five plates of dumplings can be eaten for dinner, and there is no need to buy them for tomorrow's breakfast.
Yun Shuqian pulled off the plastic wrap and put some of the dumplings in the refrigerator.
"Then you don't need to buy breakfast tomorrow."
"What about me? What about me? What should I eat?"
"..."
Yun Shuqian ignored him.
Song Jiamu didn't continue to ask. He calculated that she couldn't finish the dumplings she put in the refrigerator for breakfast alone, which meant that he must have a share.
Boiling water in a pot, Yun Shuqian put the dumplings for tonight into the pot to steam.
While steaming dumplings, she came to the living room and was about to put away her badminton racket when she remembered something.
Picking up the racket and a badminton, she said to Song Jiamu: "Can you teach me how to serve backhand?"
"Have you learned how to serve the forehand?"
"I almost made Cai Yi cry."
"Really, next time you two play ball, I'll go and have a look."
"...What's so interesting about two girls playing ball? You'd better stop watching."
There is no harm without comparison. Yun Shuqian felt that Song Jiamu could not let Song Jiamu see Caiyi play, otherwise he would definitely find out how plain she was.
The living room in Yun Shuqian's home is very spacious, and it is more than enough to practice serving.
The two of them often played badminton at home when they were children. It was not until the light bulb broke that they did not dare to play at home anymore.
As for breaking the light bulb, it was not caused by badminton, but the racket fell out of hand and the light bulb was broken.
It was Yun Shuqian who smashed it.
Song Jiamu was beaten because it was his lamp.
"You stand here."
Song Jiamu found a position, and Yun Shuqian stood over obediently, holding the ball in his left hand and the racket in his right hand.
"Then what?"
"First learn how to stand, right foot in front, toes pointing forward, left foot behind, toes pointing out, center of gravity on the right foot, heel raised..."
He squatted on the ground, holding Yun Shuqian's calves with his hands, helping her adjust her posture.
She was wearing slippers, and occasionally he would touch her lovely feet, which would make the girl's heart beat a little faster.
It doesn't matter, because he taught me this way last time on the court.
"Okay, are you ready?"
"Well, then there is your grip posture. You should hold the racket with your backhand, hold it with your thumb like this, exert force on your fingers, relax a little, don't hold it too tight..."
He stood up, grabbed her little hand with his warm and generous hand and touched it... Bah, he was teaching her how to pose! Yun Shuqian, you can't have weird imaginations!
It doesn't matter, because he taught me this way last time on the court.
"Again, and then..."
"It's your arms. They need to be stretched forward. The racket cannot go past your waist. In this way... your shoulders should also be relaxed a little. Don't be tense. Uh, relax a little more..."
Yun Shuqian's face was already a little red.
Last time he taught her how to serve the forehand, but this time he stood behind her when serving the backhand. In a posture surrounding her, he grabbed her arms and shoulders from behind to make adjustments. He also said that the shoulders should not be tight. She
Where can I relax?
My heartbeat was so fast, I felt wrapped in his breath, my body felt weak, and I even wanted to fall back and lean into his arms.
She loves badminton and the learning process is really interesting.
Learning to play ball in a quiet home is more exciting for girls than playing on the court.
She inexplicably enjoyed the heart rate of 108 beats per minute.
"Song Jiamu."
"Um?"
"I suggest you don't teach other girls to learn football, otherwise you will be sent to the game."
Yun Shuqian quickly added: "If it weren't for the fact that we are innocent friends, I couldn't help but want to hit you on the head with a racquet."
"With all my conscience, I have absolutely no strange thoughts."
"Then you try to serve a ball and let me see."
Yun Shuqian stopped the stalemate, finally breathed a sigh of relief, and gave him the racket and ball.
Then he pointed to the door over there and said, "Can you send the ball to the door accurately?"
"This is not easy, I can easily send it to your backcourt with my backhand."
Song Jiamu demonstrated the essentials of a backhand serve, then exerted force on his wrist, and the badminton flew out with a whoosh.
Even if it was a backhand, the force was not small at all, and it hit the door accurately, making a crisp 'click' sound.
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Outside the door, Li Yuan and Song Chi were shopping for groceries and ready to open the door with their keys.
His attention was attracted by the "click" coming from the door of the house next door.
In the small group of three people who are a 'loving family', there is also a message sent by Song Jiamu an hour ago.
Son: 'Mom, Dad, Yun Shuqian and I have dinner at school and will go back at seven o'clock in the evening.'
The old father and mother looked at each other, thoughtfully, as if they had some realization...
Why don't you find some time and invite the daughter from next door to the group?