Is it because of spring sleepiness or because the teacher is not teaching well?
Although he had been bickering with Yun Shuqian all day long, Song Jiamu really wanted to find someone to talk to at this moment, but he could predict that she would definitely say, "You are not only sleepy in spring, but also tired in summer, tired in autumn, and dozed in winter. If you sleep,
I'll tell Auntie.'
In high school, Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian were at the same table for three years. Thanks to her, he did not dare to be lazy despite her daily threats of complaints and was admitted to Soochow University.
But since going to college, he has never sat at the same table with her again.
His base is at the back of the classroom, and Yun Shuqian always sits in the first three rows. He and she are the only ones in the class who live outside the school. No one in the class would guess that he and Yun Shuqian are neighbors and have known each other for a long time.
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If the back row hadn't been so stinky today, Song Jiamu wouldn't have sat in the front. The scenery in the front was different from that in the back, the teacher's face looked bigger, and it was inconvenient to play with his mobile phone.
When Song Jiamu was bored, he looked at Yun Shuqian in front of him.
She listened to the class very seriously.
Sitting with her back straight and her legs in a ladylike posture, Song Jiamu could see that her notebook was filled with page after page, with neat and beautiful handwriting, and some knowledge points and additional analysis.
It seems that she has been taking notes so seriously since junior high school. Is it just to lend them to me?
Song Jiamu thought this way, it was not just once or twice that he borrowed notes from her.
Almost every time when there was an exam, he would borrow her notes from her. Yun Shuqian could not be said to be happy. She would make sarcastic remarks and leave, but her notebook would always appear on Song Jiamu's desk the next day.
Actually, Song Jiamu also knew that Yun Shuqian was a pretty good person, but he had a long mouth.
If you had been gentler, you wouldn't have been single until now, right?
Song Jiamu had a premonition that Yun Shuqian would have to live alone for at least ten or eight years. In the end, he didn't know which unlucky guy would marry her back home.
He himself thought about his relationship with Yun Shuqian. Childhood sweethearts? That definitely doesn't count. Childhood sweethearts refer to young men and women who have been in love since childhood, and he and Yun Shuqian are people who want each other to fall into trouble when they go out.
Are those good friends? Whose good friends quarrel like this all day long, and they wish they would fight on the bed?
But when it comes to being disgusting, I really can't say... It's just that when she speaks, Song Jiamu's blood pressure rises uncontrollably.
Therefore, to define this relationship, Song Jiamu thinks it is like this - a most familiar ordinary single heterosexual friend who makes people feel uncomfortable whenever he speaks.
The wind in March blew into the classroom and stirred the girl's hair. This most familiar ordinary single heterosexual friend who made people feel uncomfortable every time she spoke, bent her delicate fingers and pulled the hair that was messed up by the wind back into place.
behind the ear.
Every time at this time, the boy who was comfortable and sleepy because of the mild weather would fall off the pen he was turning in his hand, making two clatters and falling to the ground.
Yun Shuqian kept her head still, glanced down, and saw the pen near her white shoes.
There was no reaction. He pretended he didn't see it and called him an idiot in his heart.
How many times has this happened? From junior high school to high school, the pens she picked up for him could be poked across the strait together!
Sure enough, after a while, her back was carefully poked by someone.
"……what?"
"Um, help me pick up a pen..."
"..."
Yun Shuqian gave him a stern look, then bent down to pick up the pen at her feet. Without looking back, she handed it to him from behind her shoulder. She continued to listen to the class and take notes until he took the pen away.
Song Jiamu breathed a sigh of relief. It was really dangerous. She almost confiscated his pen. Usually, if she asked her to pick up the pen more than three times on the same day, the pen would not be returned the third time. Therefore,
In the three years of high school, Yun Shuqian never spent a penny on a pen.
It is said that people are addicted to food. Song Jiamu's pen-turning skills need to be improved, but he has restrained himself a little now and only dares to turn pen-turning in a small way.
Maybe the teacher's lecture was really boring today, so a girl behind him handed him a piece of paper.
Song Jiamu turned back curiously and saw the gossipy smiles in the eyes of the two girls behind him.
Open the note: [Are you interested in the monitor?]
The squad leader was naturally confused.
Song Jiamu wrote vigorously: [Are you kidding me?]
【Looks like you have a good relationship!】
[Then you must have read it wrong]
Song Jiamu continued to reply to the note, thinking what went wrong? How come from elementary school to now, some people still think that he and Yun Shuqian are having an affair. It is obvious that he and she are about to have sex.
【Qianqian is so beautiful】
【I am face blind】
【Then is she interested in you?】
[How can this be inferred...]
[It just feels like she treats you differently from other boys]
Song Jiamu thought to himself, that must be different, what a bad attitude towards me.
They also said that girls have an accurate sixth sense, but it turned out to be false.
Song Jiamu didn't reply to the little note anymore. He had just entered the university campus and opened up about love. For a girl in her nineteen or twenty-year-old, gossiping and gossiping would definitely be much more interesting than studying.
After thinking about it, he picked up the small piece of paper and replied: [Then you might as well ask her]
[We have asked before, Qianqian said that she hates you the most, hehe, it seems that you have done something sorry for others]
【?】
Song Jiamu felt sad. Sure enough, there was something wrong with education.
Yun Shuqian likes him? This is really the most outrageous reading comprehension! Even Nuwa can't make up for this imagination!
Qingmei is destined to be no match for Tianxiang. Song Jiamu is looking forward to the "stay-at-home" Tianxiang. When the time comes to be single, he should say goodbye to Yun Shuqian.
…
Recess.
The class became lively again, and the teacher probably smelled something strange in the second half of the classroom, so he didn't go back much during the class.
Song Jiamu was lying on the table playing with his mobile phone. From time to time he raised his eyes and looked at the podium where Yun Shuqian was holding a notebook and asking questions from the teacher.
In high school, she was secretly called a "prude". Song Jiamu also spoke for her at that time. She was really studying seriously and was not just pretending. Song Jiamu knew this better than anyone else.
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Of course, Yun Shuqian didn't care what others thought of her, and naturally she didn't know that Song Jiamu, a nasty guy, had helped her argue with reason.
Except for Song Jiamu, she was too lazy to make other people's "little reports"
At this point, Song Jiamu felt extremely aggrieved...
I really owed it to her in my previous life.
I was bored and scrolling through the school forum, and sure enough there were a lot of posts about club recruitment.
He was completely uninterested until a post in a corner caught his attention.
【Online Literature Research Club is recruiting new recruits!】