Chapter 212 Dont hide strange things in your pocket
For single people, a holiday that cannot be taken off is not a holiday at all.
Isn’t it just 520? Those who should go to class have to go to class, and those who should go to work still have to go to work. On days like this, it’s best not to open Moments if nothing happens.
After waiting for a long time this morning, when Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian arrived in the classroom, there were already many people.
This class in the morning was held in a small classroom, with only people in their own class. Although the seats could be freely chosen, as time went by, everyone sat in almost the same position.
Yuan Caiyi sat on the far right of the four-seat front row, and Zhang Sheng sat on the far left. There were two empty seats in the middle, which were the seats of Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian.
Yun Shuqian came in from Yuan Caiyi's side, and Song Jiamu came in from Zhang Sheng's side. They sat down in the two seats in the middle. The two of them took out their books and started class.
"Oh~!! Rose!!"
Handsome boys always attract the attention of girls. Although he knew that Song Jiamu was having an affair with the squad leader, but he didn't want money, Song Jiamu walked all the way to unzip his schoolbag, and behind him sat several of Yun Shuqian's girlfriends.
I was admiring the handsome guy, and then I saw a cluster of rose red exposed inside after opening the zipper of his schoolbag.
For most girls who are freshmen, love is still a relatively distant thing, and receiving a rose is an experience they have never had before.
In addition, today is a special day, so single girls will unconsciously fantasize about when they will receive such a bouquet of roses. They know that it is best not to open their circle of friends on this day, but they still can't bear it.
Just be curious and envy other people's pictures. It depends on whether you like it or not. After all, if you like it every time, there may be a red dot reminder every day, which is very annoying.
"Wow~!"
After Song Jiamu opened his schoolbag, several girls behind him all let out exclamations, like a stone dropped on the calm water. The movement centered on Song Jiamu and quickly spread to the surrounding areas.
As a result, the classmates who had not noticed it at first, both male and female, also cast curious glances.
"Damn! That's awesome!"
Zhang Sheng, who was lying on the table playing games, then discovered the rose in Song Jiamu's schoolbag, "Jiamu, you are so cool! You actually put the rose in your schoolbag and brought it to school?!"
Several girls behind him leaned over one after another, laughing playfully, looking at the roses in his schoolbag with a hint of surprise and freshness.
"Classmate Song Jiamu, take it out and take a look!"
"Who is it for?"
"Yanjun, your question is unnecessary. Who else can I give it to?"
"Hee hee hee……"
The class became lively all of a sudden. Except for the students near Song Jiamu who saw roses, the students in the distance saw nothing. However, the gossip gene of human beings is engraved in the bones, and there was a message full of gossip over there.
At the sound of movement, the students in the distance could not sit still. They cast curious glances or asked the classmates next door what happened.
Although it was Song Jiamu who brought the rose, all the gossips in the class looked at him, but Yun Shuqian also blushed at this moment and lowered his head in embarrassment. Everyone was curiously looking at the rose in his schoolbag.
She herself said nothing, but just sat next to him without turning her head.
Song Zhutou! You are going to die!! You open the bag even though you know there are roses in it!
Yun Shuqian was so embarrassed that she dug her toes nervously. She lowered her head and looked at the book, but her ears were very alert and she paid attention to what everyone around her was saying.
Yuan Caiyi beside her even laughed and climbed over from her desk, boldly pulled Song Jiamu's schoolbag, trying to see the roses in the bag clearly, and from time to time he looked at Song Jiamu's face with ambiguous and playful eyes.
Yun Shuqian's meaning is self-evident: Qianqian, you still know how to play.
No! No! I don’t know anything!
Yun Shuqian angrily pulled Yuan Caiyi back to sit down, on the grounds that it was blocking her from reading.
The person involved, Song Jiamu, did not expect such a big reaction. He just wanted to take out the book from his bag...
Despite his shamelessness, he felt a little embarrassed now. He quickly took out the book and then covered the mouth of his schoolbag.
Several girls behind him grabbed him with their little hands: "Classmate Song Jiamu, take a look at it! Make us envious!"
"Goodbye, go to class."
Seeing that Song Jiamu refused, the girls went to pull Yun Shuqian in front of him again.
The ostrich girl blushed like a little tomato now, because everyone guessed that Song Jiamu's rose was given to her, and she overheard it clearly!
"Qianqian, tell Song Jiamu and lend us the rose to look at! Just look at it!"
Several girls were embarrassed to say, "I have never seen or touched a rose up close." After all, it seemed too sad.
"You guys, why are you telling me this..."
Yun Shuqian looked like "the flowers are not mine" and coyly ignored them.
Several girls came to tease Song Jiamu again: "Qianqian said let us take a look! Classmate Song Jiamu, let's take a look!"
Song Jiamu looked at Yun Shuqian, who was silent next to him, and had no choice but to take out his schoolbag.
"Don't take out the flowers, the teacher will be here soon."
"I know, I know!"
After taking Song Jiamu's schoolbag, the four girls behind him looked excited and curious. They opened the zipper and looked at the bouquet of roses in the bag. The unique fragrance of roses wafted in the air. They passed it around and stretched out their hands to touch it.
The delicate petals, for the first time, I can truly feel the texture of a rose.
Flowers are two completely different experiences if you buy them yourself and if they are given to you by others.
Just like Maotai, those who buy it don’t drink it themselves, and those who drink it don’t need to buy it themselves.
Passing from left to right, the girl who finished reading at the end smiled and stuffed Song Jiamu's schoolbag into Yun Shuqian's hand.
"Qianqian~your flower~hehehe."
The ambiguous looks and joking voices of several best friends rang out. Yun Shuqian hugged Song Jiamu's schoolbag and the bouquet of roses in the bag, and even her little ears turned red.
She zipped up her schoolbag and quickly handed the pink bomb back to Song Jiamu.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Every year on Valentine's Day, Yun Shuqian will secretly observe in the circle of friends to see which familiar classmates have received flowers during the festival.
Or some gift, but I can only look at it and give it a thumbs up with envy.
Now she has also experienced it. Song Jiamu gave her a bouquet of roses on May 20th and even brought it to the school, causing quite a stir in the class.
For her who had always followed the rules, her mood at that time was strange. She felt both shy and a little proud. It was difficult for her to describe her feelings clearly, but she knew clearly that if this bouquet of flowers was not given to her today,
If so, then she would probably run away like a defeated dog in the bustle of the classroom, right?
It wasn't until the teacher who was teaching entered the classroom that the noise finally calmed down.
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There was only half a day of class on Friday. In order to avoid being caught by their friends joking in the cafeteria, Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian went downstairs separately.
"Jiamu, do you want us brothers to help you hold a sign at the entrance of the cafeteria? When the squad leader comes out, you can hold the flowers and we can roar a few times for you?"
"Hahaha, his flowers are all exposed!"
"Then what are we yelling about? Marry him?"
"Jiamu, you are really cool."
"I originally said we would play ball together in the afternoon, but from the looks of it, your schedule is probably full tonight, tsk tsk."
Several buddies were joking with each other, and Song Jiamu couldn't get a word in, so he had to join in the fun with them.
After going downstairs, several people were preparing to go to the canteen to cook. Song Jiamu took out his mobile phone and sent a red envelope to the resource sharing group of several people.
"Brothers, it's my birthday today, so I'll treat you to lunch! I'm going back first!"
"Damn it, it's your kid's birthday? Isn't the food stall starting tonight?!"
"I told you that Jiamu is not free at night, so you might as well give him some more chewing gum."
"That makes sense!"
The buddies didn't have much to give, so they each sent a red envelope worth eighteen or eighty yuan in the group. Chen Shao happened to have a few packs of chewing gum in his bag, so he took them out and stuffed them into Song Jiamu's trouser pocket.
Song Jiamu was so moved that he could not speak.
He really wants to use this special thing, but he doesn't have the chance. He can't shamelessly tell you good brothers that he is still an innocent little boy.
"Only three? How can this be enough?" Song Jiamu said.
"A few of them are bragging, but three of them are worthy of the sky." Everyone looked down upon him.
Song Jiamu didn't go to the canteen and didn't play ball in the afternoon. Zhang Sheng and the others couldn't gather enough people. As they walked to the canteen, they discussed whether they should wash their feet tonight.
Being single has the fun of being single, being in love, etc., and watching other people talk is fun.
Song Jiamu walked towards the place where the electric car was parked. Under a big tree, he met Yun Shuqian who was waiting for him, clutching the strap of his bag.
There were no acquaintances at this moment, so Yun Shuqian trotted over and patted him angrily a few times.
"It's all your fault! Cai Yi and the others will make me laugh to death!"
"What did they say?"
"……nothing!"
"So now we are going to the market to buy vegetables?"
"No need, I still have a lot of food in the refrigerator."
"If we secretly cook for lunch, will your mother find out that there is less food in the refrigerator?"
"It doesn't matter if we eat together."
Yun Shuqian slipped her little hand into his, and the pendant of the mutual attraction bracelet connected with a click. She liked this process very much.
The two held hands and walked slowly along the school road, the midday sun shining through the leaves and falling dappledly on them.
"Caiyi just sent me the edited film, and it will be submitted to the registration team next week as an entry for the art festival."
"Where is it? Send it to me."
"Let's talk about it when we get back."
"Then you didn't ask Yuan Caiyi to come over tonight to celebrate your birthday?"
Song Jiamu asked, he didn't call Zhang Sheng a few people. After all, boys didn't care about these things. Compared with going to his house to eat and stay with the elders, they felt it would be better to find a food stall outside and wait for him when he was free.
Let's invite Zhang Sheng and the others to have a good meal.
"Cai Yi is not free. She is going to play with her boyfriend after dinner."
"right."
There was a trace of envy in Song Jiamu's eyes, and he glanced at the girl beside him, and asked knowingly: "Then do you know what Yuan Caiyi and her boyfriend are playing?"
"W-why are you asking this?"
"I'm just curious. I want to know what's the difference between their festival and ours."
"Let's eat. After dinner, we'll go watch a movie, and then... take a rest."
Yun Shuqian's eyes looked at the light spots on the road, organizing words that showed the girl's reserve and simplicity.
"Where to rest?"
"...Hotel."
"How many rooms can we open?"
"...just one."
"Then they must..."
"Song Jiamu!"
Yun Shuqian interrupted him, "Where else are you going?"
Song Jiamu came to his senses and realized that he had unknowingly reached the place where the electric car was parked.
He was about to take out the keys, but Yun Shuqian took the lead and put her little hand into his trouser pocket.
Song Jiamu didn't think it was anything, after all, she would occasionally put her hands in his pockets and take out things like this.
It wasn't until she took out the car keys and still clutched three chewing gums in her tender palms that Song Jiamu was suddenly stunned.
Yun Shuqian was also stunned. This was not the first time she had seen this thing. Just now Caiyi asked if he wanted to give her one as a gift. She didn't want it, but she didn't expect to take it out of Song Jiamu's pocket.
Son.
"Listen to my explanation!"
On a summer afternoon, Song Jiamu was sweating like rain.