Chapter 20 Prohibition of Doing Too Much to the President
The setting sun in March fell on the school road, lengthening the shadows of the two people.
Song Jiamu ran in front of her and opened his hands to block her way.
"What are you doing!"
Yun Shuqian spoke in an angry tone, but the happiness and a little pride in his eyes could not be concealed at all. This annoying guy still wants to fish, and he doesn't want to see who is the fish.
"Well, let's make an exchange. You tell me what book you wrote, and then I tell you what book I wrote."
"Well……"
Yun Shuqian also stopped and rolled his big eyes.
"Are you sure?" she asked.
"..."
Song Jiamu realized the danger and quickly imposed additional conditions on such an exchange: "No hiding, no running away, everyone takes turns exchanging one word."
"Then you say a few words first, and I'll think about it later." Yun Shuqian didn't agree.
Song Jiamu thought about it and realized that fortunately the title of his book was long enough, so he was not at a disadvantage.
""Junior Sister...", how about it, you are sincere enough!"
"Uh-huh."
Yun Shuqian suddenly covered her mouth and laughed: "Just hearing these two words makes me feel ashamed! Junior sister, classmate Song Jiamu, I understand, I understand, goodbye!"
After saying that, he transformed into a little loach and, taking advantage of his short stature, swooped under his creaky nest and ran away with a coquettish smile.
Song Jiamu, who had suffered a loss, was not willing to give up, so he chased after her, caught her, and tickled her flesh.
Compared to her pinching the soft flesh around his waist and twisting it several times, this punishment of tickling her was really a gentleman.
Yun Shuqian smiled so hard that she was out of breath. For some reason, she felt relieved when she saw him deflated.
It doesn't matter even if you are punished.
She would be a fool to exchange book titles with him. She knew that he only had paper and pen, so she would know what book he had written. If she told him the book too, wouldn't it be the same as loudly saying, "I'm just a nerd."
Probably because she laughed too hard, her little hands slapping him gradually lost much strength, her pretty face turned red, and her breathing and heartbeat became unsteady.
After all the fuss, both of them came to their senses and distanced themselves without saying a word.
They glanced at each other secretly from the corner of their eyes, not knowing what each was thinking.
It was Song Jiamu who broke the weird atmosphere first: "Tsk, forget it if you don't tell me. I don't really want to know."
"I'm reminded of the story of the turtle eating grapes."
"Did the fox race with the rabbit?"
"Please don't compare yourself to a cute and smart fox."
"Aren't turtles cute?"
Song Jiamu was not convinced. Turtles are obviously cute too, right?
Yun Shu lightly snorted and continued walking while holding the leaflet in his arms.
What a nuisance, don't you know that men and women need to avoid suspicion? How can you tickle a girl like this?
But he seems to only do this to her. After all, since I was a child, I have never seen him do this to other girls...
And yet, it seems to be quite normal to me?
After all, if it weren't for Song Jiamu, she wouldn't be able to accept a boy making trouble to her like this...
Thinking about it further, if she saw Song Jiamu 'bullying' other girls like this, she would definitely feel uncomfortable. Regardless of what caused the discomfort, she would definitely complain to Aunt Li.
"I've decided!" She said this unexpectedly.
"Are you going to tell me the title of the book?" Song Jiamu beside him became energetic again.
"...Don't be obsessed with this kind of thing, okay? Classmate Song Jiamu, you are not stupid either. Please use your brain in the right place!"
"I think you have a bad habit of defining others according to your own preferences."
"Am I right? If you work harder, your grades can at least improve a lot, right?"
"Yun Shuqian, you sound more and more like my mother..."
This is also where Song Jiamu doesn't deal with her. She always inexplicably thinks of herself as someone to him, and then talks to him in a lecturing tone. People who don't know better think that they have a baby kiss.
Yun Shuqian did not answer his words and continued to talk about what she had decided:
"First of all, just setting up a society is not enough. A society must have social rules. The first one is to prohibit doing anything excessive to the president."
"...What kind of club rules are these? Are you sure you want to write them down in the club's program?"
"Of course not. This is specially ordered for you. Just know it yourself."
Song Jiamu hesitates to speak, but hesitates to speak. Can he apply for legal aid if he is bullied by a society?
"Article 2: In order to ensure the privacy among members, no one is allowed to inquire about other people's works unless members proactively inform them of their works."
"..."
Well, this is quite correct, especially when it comes to recruiting new members. Otherwise, there may be many people who want to join the club, but are deterred by the inconvenience of disclosing their works.
"I have a question."
"As an ordinary member, you do not have the right to participate in formulating social rules yet."
"...I just want to ask, in the first article about 'Prohibition of doing excessive things to the president', what kind of things are considered excessive?"
"For example, scratching the president's itch or contradicting the president."
"Then you won't pinch me too?"
"Please pay attention to your wording! It was self-defense!"
"I want to apply for democratic arbitration."
"you sure?"
Yun Shuqian suddenly relaxed, as if he had a chance to win, nodded and said: "Then I will ask Aunt Li to judge whether this is too much..."
"...I have an attitude problem."
Song Jiamu quickly gave up and was joking. If she really went to her mother to complain, would she still get the good news from him?
Her mother was so kind to her that Song Jiamu once suspected that she was the biological child and that the two families had the wrong child.
After preparing the flyer, Yun Shuqian took Song Jiamu to the school meeting and management department and borrowed a tent from there.
There were no other boys to help, so the chore of moving the tent naturally fell on Song Jiamu.
Fortunately, Yun Shuqian was not empty-handed, but she only had so much strength combined.
It wasn't completely useless. Song Jiamu looked back at her from time to time, gained strength from his grief and anger, and huffed and puffed the tent to the designated location.
"This is it. Although the location is a bit poor, it still has a stronghold."
"No, I need to take a rest..."
Song Jiamu sat on the stone pier, sweating on his forehead. This shabby tent was quite heavy, weighing more than forty kilograms.
Looking back, Yun Shuqian was taking something out of her bag, then walked over and spread her palms——
"Here, please have some candy."
It seems that the president is not completely heartless...
Song Jiamu went to pick up the candy in her hand. The packaging looked familiar...
"...Yun Shuqian, are you just going to treat me to the candy I gave you?"
It's really like jumping high in the toilet and passing feces!