Chapter 120 I still have to draw the Ultraman I should draw
"How about it, I'm pretty good."
Song Jiamu turned the racket proudly. His fingers were slender and beautiful. As a hand controller, Yun Shuqian liked his hands the most. Even when she hated him so much before, she couldn't find anything wrong with his hands.
The racket is also very obedient in his hand, as if it is performing acrobatics, this guy can be cool.
"It's just average."
Yun Shuqian went over to pick up the ball. She had to bend down to pick up the ball.
And when bending down, she would cover her collar in a ladylike manner to prevent non-existent exposure.
After thinking about it, she learned how to use the racket to pick up the ball like Song Jiamu did. Unfortunately, she could easily scoop up the vegetables in the pot with the spatula, but when she used the racket, she couldn't scoop up the badminton ball on the floor.
Seeing her clumsy look, Song Jiamu also found it funny.
"You need to be more flexible with your fingers. Use your wrist like this, with some rotational force, and pick it up quickly and lightly...Hey, wouldn't it be nice?"
Song Jiamu easily picked up the ball with his racket and played with it steadily with one hand.
"Slow down, I didn't see clearly!"
"...This movement can't be slowed down. Try it yourself."
Song Jiamu put the ball back on the floor. Yun Shuqian was like a little quail, with his left hand slightly stretched back, half-bent, sticking out his little butt, and clumsily holding the racket with his right hand to scratch the floor.
Fortunately, it wasn't a frosted concrete floor, otherwise no matter how many times she slapped it, the paint would be scratched off.
Although she has been unable to pick up the ball, Yun Shuqian is having a lot of fun.
It turned out that she liked this kind of life more and more. If Song Jiamu was not here, she would probably just cook some noodles and have nothing to do after eating. After taking a bath early, she would go back to her room to read and write alone.
Lying on the bed and sleeping.
Song Jiamu had always been in her life, and it was only now that she felt that he had broken into her life again like he did when she was a child.
"I don't care, you have to teach me anyway, and I will beat you sooner or later."
"What if I never win?"
"Then keep fighting!"
She held the racket like a sword and threatened him fiercely.
The dumplings are steamed in the kitchen.
Yun Shuqian gave the racket to Song Jiamu. Song Jiamu put the racket away and she went to the kitchen to serve dumplings.
He opened the lid of the pot, and when it was steaming, Yun Shuqian took out the plate with tongs.
At this point, she particularly admired her parents, because they seemed not to be afraid of being burned and could take out the plates with their bare hands.
"Wash your hands and eat. You can prepare the dipping sauce yourself."
Yun Shuqian took the dumplings out and put them on the coffee table. If there weren't too many dishes, she always liked to sit on the sofa with Song Jiamu and eat them.
Just like adjusting hot pot dipping sauce, there are 10,000 ways for 10,000 people to prepare it, and everyone thinks their own recipe is the most delicious.
Song Jiamu put a spoonful of minced garlic, a spoonful of chopped green onion, a spoonful of sugar, a spoonful of vinegar, a spoonful of soy sauce, a few grains of spicy millet, and some sesame oil.
Just put a spoonful of dried shrimps, a spoonful of sesame paste, a spoonful of chopped peanuts, a spoonful of sesame oil, and lots and lots of coriander.
The coriander is grown by herself, and it tastes particularly fragrant to her.
"Want a drink?" Song Jiamu opened the refrigerator.
"I want orange juice!" Yun Shuqian turned on the TV and looked for the program he wanted to watch.
Song Jiamu poured two glasses of orange juice and sat down next to her. The sofa sank a little softly, so the girl next to him also leaned a little closer to him softly.
"What do you want to see?"
"this."
Yun Shuqian turned on Bili TV, and there was a recent program called "The Unpredictable Abo and His Schoolmate". She liked to watch this kind of sweet stuff.
"What a scam, why do you need to sign up for an extra membership to watch TV..."
“You can choose TV screencasting on the app, and there are also bullet screens for screencasting.”
"Ah, can it still be like this?"
Yun Shuqian opened the Bili app on his mobile phone again. After using the screen mirroring, he was able to watch it, and there were also barrage. When he watched the barrage directly on the TV, he instantly felt that he had paid the IQ tax before.
"It's delicious. Try this."
Song Jiamu took a dumpling and dipped it in his own seasoning, then put it in Yun Shu's shallow bowl.
The plump and white dumplings were still stained with a few chopped green onions. Yun Shuqian was stunned for a moment, and then he naturally put them into his mouth.
She has a small mouth, and Song Jiamu takes one dumpling at a time, but she has to bite it in two bites.
“It’s so spicy!”
"This is quite spicy."
"You taste mine."
She also gave Song Jiamu some dumplings, with several slices of coriander on them.
Song Jiamu ate it in one bite.
In fact, both of them can eat onions and coriander. As their relationship changes, even their tastes begin to change.
The couple looks like they are eating each other's saliva all day long, and their eating habits tend to be the same. In the end, the couple becomes more and more similar.
"What are you talking about? Is the heroine so small?"
"Hmm~ Pure love episode."
"Father's love story, right?"
The two of them were eating dumplings while watching the show. When the male and female protagonists interacted in the scene, Yun Shuqian would watch it very seriously, and then the movement of eating dumplings would slow down, and the corner of his mouth would make his aunt smile.
Song Jiamu felt that watching her was more interesting than watching the show.
If he wasn't afraid of being beaten by her, Song Jiamu would definitely take a photo of her expression and make an emoticon.
Looking at the clinginess of the heroine in the series, Song Jiamu remembered that when Yun Shuqian was a child, she would cling to him in class, cling to him after class, cling to him when eating, and cling to him like an octopus when sleeping.
Song Jiamu gently knocked her shoulder.
"Hey, the clouds are thin and shallow."
"What are you doing? Don't disturb me."
"If you were in love, would you be so clingy?"
"Hey, how is it possible..."
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After eating the dumplings, my stomach was full and satisfied.
After packing up, Song Jiamu picked up his schoolbag and went home.
Yun Shuqian helped him watch the wind, leaned on the cat's eye and looked at the door opposite, then quickly opened the door to let him out.
It's already seven o'clock in the evening, and my parents are having dinner.
When they heard the door open, they all turned to look at him.
"I'm back."
Song Jiamu put down his schoolbag, supported the wall with one hand, and buckled off his shoes with the other hand.
The kitten sitting on his usual dining chair also ran over, and one of them swooped into his crotch.
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"Meow~"
"Have you eaten yet?"
"Eat it. The dumplings I ate tonight, what do you two eat?"
Song Jiamu hugged Nian Nian and walked over to take a look.
Mom and dad held forks in their left hands and knives in their right hands, and were eating steak happily.
It was decorated like a Western restaurant, with white porcelain plates and red wine on hand. The steak looked like it was carefully prepared by my father. The presentation was also very beautiful. In addition to the fragrant steak, there were also pasta and Western dishes.
Orchids, carrots and fried eggs, paired with a glass of red wine, this is a bourgeois life!
"I'm not at home, you just eat this?!"
"Yeah, if you're not here, we can just make some."
Song Jiamu was tired and didn't like it. Why was this way of opening different from other people's homes? He thought his parents knew how to make plain porridge with dried radish. He felt a little guilty for eating dumplings next door. Now when he saw it, this couple
Steak and red wine were served.
"Are you full? There is still some noodles in the kitchen."
"It's better to eat dumplings to be healthy. I'm going to take a shower. I'll go to Yun Shuqian's house to code words later. You two can continue to live in the world of two."
"As an old married couple, I feel ashamed hearing what you say."
Li Yuan thought for a while and then said: "You don't have classes on Friday afternoon, so you can ask Qianqian to come over for dinner tomorrow night."
"Do you want to eat steak too?" Song Jiamu asked with a smile.
"How can the family eat these? I will go to the market tomorrow to buy a chicken and let your dad cook coconut chicken."
"All right."
Song Jiamu sighed and went back to the room to take a shower.
Li Yuan and Song Chi continued to enjoy their two-person world, and even raised their goblets to clink them.
It feels so good not having to cook for my son. The couple can eat whatever they want.
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After taking a shower and changing clothes, and drying her wet hair, Song Jiamu picked up his laptop and hugged the dough-like kitten.
And the bunch of keys that Yun Shuqian temporarily gave him.
The keychain was the one he gave to Fatty Lan last time. He secretly ate at her house and went back. If he came back at night, Yun Shuqian would give him the key, mainly because he was too lazy to open the door.
"I took Nian Nian to Yun Shuqian's code house."
"Have you brought your keys?"
"Bring it."
Song Jiamu went out. He had been like this since he was a child. No matter what he did, as long as he said he was with Yun Shuqian, his parents would not say anything.
When he arrived at Yun Shuqian's house, he skillfully took out the key and opened the door. Nian Nian ran in first, and then he came in and closed the door.
Yun Shuqian was not in the living room, her door was closed, Song Jiamu turned the door handle and locked it.
"Have you washed yourself yet?"
"No!"
Song Jiamu was waiting for her in the living room, playing with Nian Nian with a badminton ball.
The kitten likes feathered things very much. Song Jiamu threw the ball out, and then it pounced on it. When it pounced on the badminton, it rolled on the floor, gnawing the feathers with its little teeth, holding the ball with its front paws, and kicking it with its back paws.
ball.
After finally waiting for Yun Shuqian to finish taking a bath, she opened the door and came out to dry the towels. Song Jiamu was so fast that he and the cat immediately ran to her room and climbed onto her bed.
Yun Shuqian was speechless at first, but now he is used to it, and he has changed his habit of throwing underwear on the quilt.
She was wearing pajamas and her hair was wet. She walked in and glared at Song Jiamu, then sat on the edge of the bed and picked up the hair dryer to dry her hair.
The door is not closed. When two people are together, it always feels weird to close the door.
"I washed my hair again today? Didn't I just wash it yesterday?"
"I sweated a lot after playing basketball this afternoon. If I don't wash it off, it will stink like hell tomorrow."
"I'll blow it for you."
Song Jiamu put down the computer and crawled behind her. Yun Shuqian sat on the edge of the bed. He sat cross-legged behind her. Of course, it would be more comfortable if he could stretch his legs to her side, but he would be beaten severely.
I had no choice but to cross my legs.
"How embarrassing..."
The girl looked coy, but her hand holding the hair dryer had no strength at all, and he took the hair dryer away easily.
"Are you still embarrassed? When have you washed your hair recently without me blowing it for you?"
"I didn't ask you to help."
"I want to practice my skills so that when I get married, I can blow my wife every day."
"Then if your wife washes her hair every day, she will definitely become bald soon."
"Boys also wash their hair every day."
"no the same."
Song Jiamu didn't know what the difference was, but it was really easy for boys to wash their hair. Even if they didn't blow dry their hair, it would dry quickly.
He lifted Yun Qian's hair to one side, and with his fingers in claw-like shapes, he gently combed her scalp and gave her a light massage.
Whenever this happens, Yun Shuqian will close her eyes comfortably.
She closed her legs together in a ladylike manner, and placed her hands on her thighs obediently, her tender fingers slightly nervous.
Starting from the roots, Song Jiamu helped her blow dry her hair bit by bit. During this period, neither of them spoke, and each of them quietly experienced some kind of throbbing mood.
Her hair was relatively long, and it took almost fifteen minutes to dry it. Song Jiamu's arms were a little sore, and Yun Shuqian felt that time flew by so fast.
Song Jiamu put away the hair dryer. She used a hair dryer that cost several thousand yuan. Song Jiamu always thought it was an IQ tax, but after actually using it, the experience was completely different, especially when girls used it.
The larger the hair volume, the more you can feel the difference between the products.
"Let's spell!"
"I'm thinking about what to draw on you this time."
Yun Shuqian also climbed onto the bed with her notebook in her arms. She sat at the head of the bed and Song Jiamu sat at the end of the bed.
"President, don't be too arrogant."
"Humph, I decided to draw a pink Spongebob on your shoulders!"
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The time was eight o'clock in the evening, and it was not until 10:30 in the evening that both parties left the keyboard with their hands.
They each turned their computer screens to each other. Yun Shuqian wrote 5,400 words, and Song Jiamu wrote 6,000 words.
"Did you write it randomly?" Yun Shuqian was stunned and suddenly panicked.
"I'm willing to admit defeat. I wrote this plot fluently and naturally quickly. I didn't need to modify the 6,000 words at all." Song Jiamu looked proud.
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Yun Shuqian closed the computer, lay down on the bed, and covered herself with a small quilt.
"I am going to sleep, bye."
"Don't try to cheat, just get up..."
"Oh, don't move, I'm going to scream!"
"Just shout."
Song Jiamu rushed over and pulled her quilt. Yun Shuqian hugged the quilt tightly, but she was still not as strong as him, so he pulled her up with the quilt.
"It can only be painted on the shoulders."
"Can."
"You can't draw weird things."
"Can."
"..."
Yun Shuqian's face was slightly red, and she gave him a fierce look. She sat cross-legged on the bed, rolled up her sleeves, and exposed her white and tender shoulders.
The girl's skin is as white as the best rice paper. Its delicate and moist texture makes people reluctant to leave ink on it.
Song Jiamu has no such worries.
He smiled arrogantly, took one of her oil-based pens, sat cross-legged next to her, supported his knees with one hand and held his chin with the other, boldly admiring the girl's fragrant shoulders and thinking about what to do.
Put pen to paper.
"Okay, are you ready?"
"I'm thinking about how to draw Ultraman. Just wait, I'll find a tutorial."
Yun Shuqian was desperate, he really wanted to draw Ultraman on a cute and soft girl?!
The slightly cool pen tip lightly touched the young girl's tender skin, like a piece of tofu. Even the lightest force left a mark.
He gently held her shoulder with his left hand, and began to draw with his right hand. He first drew the horns on Ultraman's head, then the outline of his head, two egg-like eyes, and finally drew Ultraman's body.
At my level, I can only draw the Q version.
Finally, he simply added a color with a red oil-based pen. Next to the Q version of Ultraman, he also drew a heart, which was also painted red.
After drawing for half an hour, he finally finished the painting. He gently rubbed the girl's skin with the back of his fingers, and then blew the handwriting dry. Only then did he realize that Yun Shuqian had been staring at him, with a red face.
"You're not allowed to wash it off, you know?"
"Hmph, I'll wash it off later!"
The girl quickly rolled down her sleeves and drove him home.