After entering the middle of May, the characteristics of the season become more obvious.
On Friday afternoon, the sky suddenly became gloomy, and then it started to rain the heaviest rain since the beginning of summer.
The big raindrops hit the roof of the pavilion, splashing a layer of white mist, and then gathered into a stream, flowing down the corner beam. The water surface of the small pond on the side seemed to be dropped with countless steel balls, and the water spray was also high.
There was a high splash, the leaves were rustled by the rain, and the few birds that had been noisy just now disappeared.
Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian, who were taking a nap in the pavilion, couldn't stay still.
"Oh, oh, oh! Run! Why is it raining so heavily all of a sudden!"
"I just said I was going to run away, and you said it wouldn't rain heavily."
"How did I know your pavilion was so unprotected from the rain?"
"I didn't bring an umbrella..."
"pig!"
Yun Shuqian took out an umbrella from her bag. Like her breasts, her umbrella was very small and could only block the sun.
Song Jiamu put her bag on her shoulder and opened her umbrella.
"Why is it so small?!"
"Don't dislike it if it's useful."
That's true. Don't be dissatisfied with the small size if you have some use for it. I don't know how many people don't have the opportunity to use it.
Song Jiamu opened his umbrella, and Yun Shuqian hid in front of him like a bird.
He half hugged her, and the two of them ran to the nearby teaching building in embarrassment, holding the small umbrella.
"Although my umbrella is small, I didn't seem to get caught in the rain."
Yun Shuqian turned around in surprise. Except for the skin of her arms, which were wearing short-sleeved shirts, and the skin of her calves, which were wearing nine-quarter trousers, with some water droplets on them, the rest of her body was fresh and refreshing.
Song Jiamu put away the umbrella and looked at her helplessly. He looked much more embarrassed. The clothes on his back were quite wet from the rain. Today it was a light blue T-shirt with obvious watermarks, but it was fine.
This section of the road is not too far and it won’t get too wet.
"Look, who got caught in the rain."
"..."
Yun Shuqian quickly took out a tissue and wiped it for him.
"Don't wipe it, don't wipe it, it's all tissue paper scraps. Please hold my bag while I change clothes."
"...You're going to change here?"
The two of them were standing in the corridor on the second floor of the teaching building.
"I'm too lazy to go to the toilet. There's no one there anyway."
Song Jiamu took out a jersey from his bag. As usual, he was going to play ball on Friday if the weather was good. But now with the rain, today's game would be ruined.
It was one o'clock in the afternoon, and there was no one in the corridor of the teaching building. Yun Shuqian held his schoolbag and stood in front of him vigilantly to prevent a girl who happened to pass by from seeing Song Jiamu's flash of beauty when he took off his clothes.
Song Jiamu took off his clothes differently from Yun Shuqian. Yun Shuqian took off his clothes starting from the head, while Song Jiamu crossed his hands and pulled the hem of his clothes from bottom to top.
The T-shirt took off, revealing his strong upper body. He casually wiped the moisture from his hair with the clothes, and then saw the girl holding his backpack, with her back to him, standing in front of him, guarding her vigilantly.
Suddenly, he felt that she was a little cute looking from left to right, so Song Jiamu, with her upper body shirtless, unexpectedly hugged her from behind.
"...You're going to die! I was seen! This is a teaching building!"
"Is it exciting?"
"Irritate you pig head!"
Yun Shuqian blushed, turned around and slapped him twice angrily.
Song Jiamu then put on the jersey.
She looked up and saw a camera in the corridor. She quickly covered her face with her schoolbag and ran away quickly without paying attention to Song Jiamu.
Song Jiamu followed her.
The two of them walked through the classrooms one by one. It was not class time yet, and many classrooms were locked. Yun Shuqian was walking in the corridor, occasionally leaning on the window to look inside the classroom. If there was anyone inside,
If she was studying on her own, she would not go in.
There was no one in the classroom for self-study, so she tentatively opened the door, but most of it was locked.
After reaching the third floor, Yun Shuqian finally found a small classroom with no one around.
"Let's come in here!"
Yun Shuqian walked in and found a seat by the window. It was estimated that this classroom had not been used for a long time, and there was a lot of dust on the table.
She took out a tissue and wiped it, and also wiped Song Jiamu's seat next to her. The two sat down here and waited for the rain to stop.
It rained so hard that the campus of Nottingham University was shrouded in rain.
"If I had known it was going to rain so heavily in the afternoon, I would have gone home after class at noon."
Yun Shuqian sighed, looked out the window, put his hands on the table to support his head, and pursed his lips, looking a little depressed.
"How could you have known so much earlier? Why don't I stay with you?"
"Isn't it going to thunder?"
"If you are scared, you can hide in my arms." Song Jiamu said generously.
When I was in high school, it once rained heavily during class and the thunder was so severe that all the girls in the class were so frightened that they screamed. Yun Shuqian was also frightened and covered her ears. At that time, she was also at the same table as Song Jiamu, and she almost
He hid in his arms.
"I'm very brave!"
"Yes Yes Yes."
Yun Shu lightly hummed and took out a book to study by himself.
Then she saw Song Jiamu sitting next to her, still looking sideways at her, and couldn't help but said: "I haven't started memorizing the words yet, and I will take the CET-4 test in half a month. Why are you looking at me?"
"I'm watching the rain."
After a while.
"Why do you keep looking at the rain?"
"I'm looking at you...ouch."
After being stepped on by her, Song Jiamu had no choice but to take out the book and look at the time. It was almost two o'clock, and it was time to send short messages to recommended sites every week.
"It's too short to exit the station, take a look."
As expected, after this week, the two of them were successfully promoted to the top recommendation. After being recommended, the traffic was even greater.
The new book is currently being written very smoothly, and all the data are pretty good. It’s not as good as the score yet, but the number of collections alone is already comparable to the data before the previous book was put on the shelves.
"It seems that your position as president will soon be lost."
"Obviously our data are similar. I'm curious as to what gives you such confidence."
"is love."
Song Jiamu put his arm around her slender shoulders: "In order to be able to kiss Miss Yun Shuqian's mouth excessively and even stick out my tongue, I must get the position of president!"
His ambiguous actions and shameless words made Yun Shuqian's face blush.
She picked up the kettle and put it to his mouth: "Kiss the kettle, you..."
"I have observed it." Song Jiamu said without beginning or end.
"What?"
Yun Shuqian was curious, maybe his arms were too heavy. After he put his arms on her shoulders, her body became soft and she leaned against him gently like she had just done in the pavilion.
Song Jiamu leaned into her ear and whispered: "I have observed it, and it seems that the camera in this shabby classroom is not turned on."
"……so what?"
"Do you want to kiss me too much? In this empty classroom, in the heavy afternoon rain."
"I do not want it."
Yun Shuqian said this, but when she heard that the camera was not turned on, her body became a little softer.
Next to the window is a table for three people, and the chair is also a bench for three people. She leaned against Song Jiamu gently and quietly, shrank her shoulders, and let his arm on it slide down, and she also leaned on it.
on her arm.
The skin of their arms was in contact with each other over a large area. He gently held her little hand and turned his body slightly so that she could lean more comfortably.
This has almost become a tacit understanding between the two of them in the past few days. This is also the case when they rest in the small pavilion at noon. As long as they are close to each other, they will move and move in tacit agreement so that the gap between the two can better fit and find their respective sides.
Everyone feels comfortable.
After all, Yun Shuqian hadn't slept with him for four nights from Monday to Friday. The feeling of leaning in his arms was warm and reassuring. She felt like she was really addicted.
"Mr. President."
"Um?"
"It's so hot..."
"I don't think so."
"I'm sweating and sweating."
"Then wait."
Yun Shuqian reluctantly let go of his arm, finally getting into a comfortable position. Are boys so immune to heat?
As soon as she stood up, Song Jiamu immediately felt a lot cooler. He thought she was no longer leaning on him, but he didn't expect that she raised the kettle and drank a few sips of water. Then she came over to him like she did just now and actively hugged him.
She opened her arms, opened his palms, and slipped her little hands into his palms again.
"...So what did you do when you asked me to wait just now?"
"I drank a lot of water and my body temperature has dropped, so I won't feel hot if you hold me."
"..."
Song Jiamu is angry and funny, and he is gradually becoming clingy. Could it be that his IQ is also lowered?
Seeing her moist lips after drinking water, Song Jiamu's Adam's apple rolled.
Her head rested on the angle between his shoulder and neck, and Song Jiamu turned his face to her, closed his eyes, and took the initiative to bring his lips very close to her mouth.
"What to do?" Yun Shuqian asked knowingly.
"...Trash me." Song Jiamu said.
As he spoke, his breath blew on her face.
"Good, sexy, ah!"
Yun Shuqian spoke word by word, her delicate body twisted, and even she felt so embarrassed that she refused to kiss him.
When Song Jiamu couldn't help but open her eyes, she finally put her lips to hers.
Soft, moist, and sweet, like sucking a warm little strawberry, fresh and juicy, lighter than a strawberry, but cuter and softer than a strawberry.
Before Song Jiamu could taste the fruit core, she moved her lips away again.
Song Jiamu took a deep breath and let it out for a long time. Well, sooner or later, he would have to kiss her unconscious.
"Are you thinking about something strange? I feel like I'm being treated very cruelly in your mind."
"No, I'm memorizing words."
Song Jiamu looked out the window at the heavy rain pouring from the sky. He hugged her gently, held her little hand, and kneaded her tender fingers. The reflection of the glass could vaguely reflect the posture and appearance of the two of them.
It was raining heavily outside, but like Yun Shuqian, he felt very content and safe.
"What does clinic mean?" She looked down at their entangled hands and asked casually.
"Uh...canteen?"
"The canteen is canteen!" She squeezed his finger hard as punishment.
"what is that."
"It's a clinic, stupid!"
…
The heavy rain started falling at one o'clock and continued until four o'clock before slowing down. It was only at five o'clock that the rain finally stopped.
The teaching building was crowded with students, who all came to class in the afternoon. After class, they found that the entire road was full of water. A sudden heavy rainstorm for three or four hours caused difficulties in the drainage system. This long section in the middle
The water on the road is seven to eight centimeters deep, and sanitation workers are wearing water shoes and busy cleaning up the leaves and garbage blocking the sewer openings.
"Fortunately, the rain stopped, otherwise we wouldn't be able to ride our electric bikes." Song Jiamu bent down and began to take off his shoes.
"This section of road is full of water! Do you want to walk there barefoot?" Seeing him starting to take off his shoes, Yun Shuqian also hesitated.
She looked back and looked around. Some boys who thought they had water floating skills ran into the stagnant water with their shoes on. The water splashed high. Some boys took off their shoes and socks and rolled up their trousers.
Walking into the stagnant water, some girls were too embarrassed to take off their shoes, so they had to wait for the sewer to slowly drain away the water.
"You don't need to take off your clothes. There may be some pebbles in the water. Be careful and you may injure your feet."
Although Song Jiamu has never played with her little feet, he also knows that the girl's body is tender. If she is scratched by any glass shards or gravel, he will feel very distressed.
"Then you want to carry me? There are so many people, I don't want to..."
"Here, hold my shoes for me."
"oh."
"I'll carry you over."
"Eh?"
As soon as Yun Shuqian took the shoes, Song Jiamu's left hand passed through her armpit, and his right hand passed through her knee. His movements were so fast that before Yun Shuqian could say no, his right hand
He suddenly lifted her legs with force, and the girl let out a cry of surprise before being picked up by him.
In an instant, the surrounding students all cast their gazes. The girls who were waiting on the spot felt as if a lemon had been crushed in their heads when they saw such a handsome boy coming to hug a girl princess.
.
Yun Shuqian's heartbeat was as fast as riding a roller coaster. The moment his body fell back, he felt weightless. He felt like he was about to leave the surface of the earth, but he was held firmly by his strong left arm.
The dizzying feeling passed and she came back to her senses. The looks around her made the reserved girl blush with embarrassment.
Song Zhutou, you are very strong!! You actually did such a thing in front of a crowded teaching building!! Stop it!
What to do? To struggle or not to struggle?
If you struggle, should you struggle gently or vigorously?
If you struggle gently and fall into the eyes of the surrounding people, will it be like the disgusting behavior of passers-by like "you are bad, you are bad, you are good"?
If you struggle hard, will you accidentally fall into the water?
"It's gone, it's going to be gone!!"
"...You're not wearing a skirt today, why are you showing off?"
Waist! My lower back!!
Now that things have come to a point, it is useless to say no.
Song Jiamu held her in his arms and walked step by step into the stagnant water in front of the crowd.
Yun Shuqian felt like a pig with its legs in the air. She could only pray for him to hold her steady, otherwise in front of the whole village, if he fell into the water with her, and if this short video was posted on the Internet
Go, you can definitely get over a million likes, right?
The girl wrapped her arms around his neck and tried her best to hide her face in his shoulders. If there was a hood, she would definitely pull it out and cover herself tightly.
Anyway, she can't see others, and others can't see her.
It wasn't until they walked through this section of waterlogged road that Song Jiamu said, "A lot of people were taking pictures of us with their cell phones just now."