Yun Shuqian's little mouth was like Gatling's, crackling and talking about the plot of the whole play.
Song Jiamu came out of the noodle soup shop, and she followed him. He covered his ears, and Yun Shuqian pried off his arm and continued chanting like a mantra.
"Because their daughter had a car accident on the bridge. She actually got off the bus suddenly after encountering a pervert, but it was considered..."
"Stop, stop, stop..."
"No! No!"
Yun Shuqian was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, unwilling to let him go.
Song Jiamu was afraid of her and trotted all the way to the bus stop. The bus just happened to arrive and he quickly swiped his card to get on the bus.
Not to be outdone, the little girl grabbed him by the hem of his clothes while talking about the plot, and they got on the bus together.
"Fortunately, one of her senior sisters took a photo of the pervert, and then... woohoo!"
Song Jiamu finally couldn't bear it anymore, stretched out his big hand and covered her little Gatling mouth.
Not to mention, the skin on Yun Shuqian's face was as white and tender as tofu. After he covered her mouth, her face quickly turned red and she was twisting around in his arms, like a dog that couldn't be grasped.
Like a small loach.
"Ah! Let go... let go..."
Before he could feel it carefully, she bit her hard.
There were so many people on the bus that there wasn't even a place to sit, so the fight between the two naturally attracted the attention of the crowd.
Even Song Jiamu felt a little embarrassed to be watched like this. He nodded apologetically to the people around him and quickly let go of Yun Shuqian.
"snort……"
Yun Shuqian's face turned even redder, but fortunately she finally calmed down, stepped on him hard, held the chair next to her, turned her back and ignored him.
"What kind of words..." Song Jiamu muttered.
"It's not all you!" She looked like she didn't listen, but in fact her pinky little ears were twitching and she didn't miss any of his bad words.
"What's wrong with me..."
Song Jiamu felt innocent and could only say: "Then what do you want to ask? Just ask."
If only it had been like this!
Yun Shuqian turned around and saw Song Jiamu holding a mobile phone in one hand and canceling the subscription for the show. There was a clearly visible small tooth mark next to his index finger...
It's not the first time I bit him...
There is still a slight, slightly salty feeling on the tip of the tongue.
...so disgusting!
She couldn't help but ask: "You, which hand do you usually use when going to the toilet?"
"Is that all you ask?"
Song Jiamu was speechless. He stretched out his right hand in front of her. His index and middle fingers were like scissors, and he pinched them: "Just use these two... Hey! What are you doing?!"
"Disgusting! Rogue! Perverted!"
Yun Shuqian pinched the soft flesh around his waist and twisted it around. As he spoke, he stopped holding things, turned his bag around, and wiped his mouth with a tissue.
The bus stopped suddenly, and before she could stand still, she threw herself into Song Jiamu's arms.
Song Jiamu also hugged her subconsciously.
Her soft little body was just in his arms, her hair was scattered in his collar, and her nose smelled a fresh and elegant fragrance, which was the unique fragrance of a girl, warm and warm.
Yun Shuqian's whole movement stopped and she froze in his arms. She felt the big hands behind her shoulders. Waves of heat came from the hot palms, which made her heart tremble, and then she thumped.
Plop, running like non-stop...
"Ouch, why is this man riding an electric bike like this..."
"Scared me..."
"You can't rush to the right place if you're in a hurry..."
Everyone in the car was fighting against the culprit.
The two people who had just become one also separated.
Yun Shuqian stood firm again and did not dare to move any more this time. She grasped the railing with her little hands and lowered her head slightly. She did not know what she was thinking. Her youthful and energetic chest rose and fell with her breathing. She was very noisy just now.
Suddenly he looked very good...
"Doesn't this mean it's a sign? If it weren't for me, you would have fallen flat on your face just now."
Song Jiamu rubbed the tip of his nose to break the awkward atmosphere.
Although the relationship between the two is very good, no, the relationship is bad, but it always feels weird to hug each other like this...
"it stink……"
"What?"
"I said you stink! You smell like sweat!"
"You don't even make a draft when you lie. My freshly washed clothes smell of fresh mite corpses..."
"I'm happy."
Yun Shuqian covered her neck with one hand and stuck out her little tongue, as if she was about to spit it out.
Song Jiamu didn't care about her.
The two of them were silent all the way, and when they arrived at the school station, she got off the bus first.
He walked very fast, as if running away, and soon disappeared.
Song Jiamu didn't follow either.
It seems to be a habit that has been developed over the years. In order to avoid classmates saying, "You guys went to school together," which could easily lead to misunderstandings, the two of them would always keep a tacit understanding of distance when they were in school.
Occasionally, when we go out together, it will always be somewhere near the school. One of us will slow down, while the other will speed up in cooperation.
The reason for this change has been elusive, and it seems to have happened suddenly from a certain day.
Song Jiamu walked slowly on campus as the morning sun rose.
Sometimes he would think, if a long time ago, when she quickened her pace, he did not slow down but followed her, what would it be like now?
…
Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian were in the same class, so they were naturally in the same classroom during class.
There are still ten minutes left before class begins, but the class is more lively than ever.
Some were laughing, some were retching, and the girls were even gathered in a group, covering their noses and looking at the group of boys opposite.
"It stinks! Don't come over here!"
"It doesn't stink! If you don't believe it, just smell it..."
When he saw Song Jiamu coming in, a boy ran up to him, grabbing his clothes.
"Come on, Jiamu, smell it and see what it smells like."
"What the hell..."
Song Jiamu didn't dare to get too close. He moved his nose slightly and smelled some strange but familiar odor.
"Did you fall into a manure pit?"
"...Damn! It really smells?! Why can't I smell it? I can't live in this dormitory!"
Several boys were desperate, and Song Jiamu found out that it was at midnight last night that the cesspit in dormitory 506 exploded...
You can imagine the scene. Various yellow, brown, and black unknown objects poured out of the pit like a volcano erupting, flowing over the balcony and into the dormitory. The entire dormitory spread into a sea of feces.
And this group of boys who slept like pigs didn't realize it at all, until the classmate who woke up first in the morning and stepped into the shit said "fuck you"...
"Sorry, it's been marinated all night, and it's normal that I can't smell it."
Song Jiamu was about to pat the other party's shoulder, but he retracted his hand while it was still in the air, covered his nose and dodged, ran to the front of the classroom, and found a seat to sit down.
Yun Shuqian sat in front of him, surrounded by girls.