Under Song Jiamu's strike protest, Yun Shuqian had no choice but to go to the canteen and buy him a bottle of frozen Coke.
Before Song Jiamu took it, he started to criticize again when he saw the blue packaging: "Why did you buy Pepsi? I want something delicious."
"Aren't they all the same?"
Yun Shuqian was speechless, but she couldn't tell the difference after drinking it.
"Can this be the same? The taste is very different..."
"Would you like it?"
"...I want it, I want it."
Song Jiamu took the Coke, opened the easy-pull tab, and drank half the bottle. A bottle of Coke costs three yuan, and the first sip is worth two and a half yuan.
After drinking a long burp, I sat on the stone pier and stretched my legs at will. It was really comfortable.
"What's the good thing about drinking so many carbonated drinks? Isn't it said that drinking too much will kill that thing? You should drink less in the future."
Seeing how comfortable he was, Yun Shuqian couldn't help but want to take care of him.
"You have to control me even if I have a drink?"
"Tsk, who cares about you? It's best if you drink until you become a fat nerd, okay~!"
She sat on the other side to rest and stuck out her tongue at him, as if she was happy to take care of him, so she didn't bother to pay attention to him.
Yun Shuqian turned her bag over and took out her kettle. The kettle was quite big. She drank a lot of water every day and almost never drank frozen drinks.
When the weather gets cold, she wears her long johns obediently, and when her aunt comes to visit, she packs a hot water bottle to warm her belly. The weather has been nice recently, and many girls have begun to try to dress cool. She even holds a kettle to drink warm water.
Yun Shuqian wants to take good care of her body and give birth to a fat boy in the future, who will amaze everyone. Although she has no partner yet, it does not prevent her from starting to take care of her health now and win over them.
But when she looked down at her youthful and energetic breasts, she felt a little troubled...
Why doesn't she see any increase? She obviously eats papaya milk often...
Of course, if you want to say that there is no such thing at all, that would be wrong. At least there are still average levels of female high school students. It is good to squeeze in front of the mirror occasionally.
The shape is also beautiful. Is it really like that annoying guy said that if you have a partner in the future, you can grow and develop again under the stimulation of hormones?
Looking for someone...
Inexplicably, his eyes fell on Song Jiamu over there...
Forget it, if she were to find a partner, that annoying guy would definitely come to hurt her. Growing up together, the two of them had never thought about the other party finding a partner, and it seemed that they had made a tacit agreement to be single together.
If one day Song Jiamu finds someone before her, Yun Shuqian thought about it...
I always feel inexplicably out of sorts...I feel uncomfortable all over...It's like I'm suddenly lonely...It seems I don't even have a reason to care about him...
Forget it, forget it, who wants to care about you, you damn pig head!
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Song Jiamu drank Coke leisurely, unaware that Yun Shuqian, who seemed to be quietly in a daze, had already slandered him a thousand times in his heart.
He looked at the location, and it was almost the farthest corner designated by the school where the tent could be set up.
Compared with the autumn recruitment period, when there are silly freshmen who are easy to trick, the spring recruitment is much deserted, and only some popular and large clubs are lively.
I have to admit that in today's era, college students have too many alternative choices. Joining clubs is purely to meet interesting people and relieve boredom. In the era of mobile Internet, various tools are so developed, you can learn whatever you want.
What, just go straight there, the pressure to recruit new people is getting bigger and bigger every year.
Yun Shuqian is full of energy. She does things like this. Whatever she decides to do, she does it easily.
Song Jiamu is different. He has to calculate input and output well, which is a typical example of energy conservationism.
"Hello."
His voice woke up Yun Shuqian who was in a daze.
"I'm not calling him hello."
"Yun Shuqian, I suddenly thought of something."
"If you have anything to say, hurry up and put up the tent quickly. It's almost getting dark."
Song Jiamu stood up, drank the Coke, flattened the can, and threw it into the trash can nearby. He didn't throw it in, and ran over to pick it up dejectedly, then put it in honestly.
"Didn't you just say that those who seek the top will get it, and those who seek the top will get the bottom..."
"Yeah, is there a problem?"
"What I want to say is, aside from the facts, is there a possibility that our goal of recruiting ten members has already been reached?"
"Ten?"
Yun Shuqian frowned. This was too far from her expectation. Although it was only a quasi-community now, it only had a one-year inspection period. If there were not even ten people together, then the Federation of Socialist Associations would definitely not be able to get together next year.
It will be approved.
"Today's students are not easy to deceive, and it's not like the autumn recruitment, where new students come..."
"Classmate Song Jiamu."
Yun Shuqian interrupted him and prepared to set up a tent on her own. However, she was not strong enough and could not erect a tent of more than 40 levels by herself.
"If you decide to do something, you must try your best to do it. Even if you can't recruit one person in the end, it doesn't matter. What about a club of two people? I am the president and you are a member. That is enough.
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"..."
This kind of thing is absolutely not allowed to happen!
If there are only two people in the club, he and she, even if the life cycle of the club is only one year, he will definitely not have an easy time in this year!
"I'm kidding, we can recruit at least twenty or thirty people!"
Song Jiamu didn't dare to be lazy anymore and hurriedly came over to help set up the tent.
Girls simply don't understand these physical activities, so Yun Shuqian helps her do it, and she does whatever he asks her to do.
"Pull these four pillars apart."
"..."
"Try harder."
"...I've worked very hard!"
"Push this up, like an umbrella, and snap it on the buckle."
"..."
"Forget it, just hold on, you're clumsy, I'll do it."
"...No, I can do it."
As soon as he disliked it, Yun Shuqian's stubborn temper rose. He tried his best to push up with his little hand. Seeing that he was about to overcome the pressure of the spring, his hand slipped again, and then with an 'ah' sound, he was scratched by the rough edges of the stainless steel interface.
.
Hiss...it hurts!
Yun Shuqian didn't show any pretense, she pinched her fingers and said nothing.
However, Song Jiamu noticed it and walked over quickly: "Did you get it?"
"fine……"
"Show it to me and make me happy."
"No..."
"have a look."
Song Jiamu grabbed her hand, opened her palm, and saw that the skin around the second finger of her index finger was broken a little, and there was a small amount of blood.
"Are you a pig? Can you get caught in this?"
"None of your business……"
Yun Shuqian withdrew her hand again and put it behind her back to prevent him from seeing it. She always felt that she was too stupid and had embarrassed herself.
Song Jiamu went to look through his schoolbag. He usually exercised a lot and also had band-aids with him.
"Hurry up and put a band-aid on it, otherwise the wound will heal."
"..."
Yun Shuqian glared at him angrily, it really hurt to be pinched, okay?
Song Jiamu took out her hand from behind her back, pinched her delicate fingers, looked at her small wound, and blew gently before helping her put the band-aid on it.
Yun Shuqian looked at him blankly.
Seeing him bending down to grab her hand, seeing the seriousness in his eyes, after being blown by him, her fingers felt itchy and numb, which trembled to her heart, and her heartbeat accelerated...
Her thoughts were a little far away, and the figure of a little boy appeared in her mind, overlapping with the one in front of her. At that time, she broke her palm, and he would help her blow it...
"Does it still hurt?"
"..."
She didn't answer, so Song Jiamu looked up at her - the girl's face was red.