Chapter 22 The cat will be late, but will never be absent
When Song Jiamu moved the last two tables over, it was already dark.
Spring seems to have come earlier this year. From the southernmost coast, we travel fifteen miles north every day, dyeing southern Jiangsu green.
Many unknown flowers and plants are growing like crazy in the corners of the campus.
They don't care if anyone comes to appreciate them, because the meaning of their existence is to bloom in such spring days.
Yun Shuqian pushed the chair she had brought under the table, keeping her right index finger as high as possible with a band-aid on it. Her fingertips would occasionally move playfully, feeling the tightness of the band-aid on her skin.
The girl's body is very healthy, her nails are shiny and have a beautiful crescent white color. At this age, she is like the flowers and plants in spring, and it's time to bloom.
"Okay, starting from noon tomorrow, our online literature club will officially start recruiting new people. Although we missed one day, there are still two days...Song Jiamu, please cheer up!"
"It's six o'clock. I just had a bowl of rice noodles for lunch. I'm so hungry."
Song Jiamu said feebly, besides her, he was the only one in the club. He did all the physical work and even helped put band-aids on them. Where could he find such a club member?
"Who asked you to go see the poop at noon? Fortunately, you can still eat..."
"You don't know. Let me describe the scene to you. The room was filled with..."
Yun Shuqian didn't listen, picked up her bag, turned around and left.
Not willing to let go of the opportunity to disgust her, Song Jiamu also picked up the schoolbag on the ground, buzzing in her ears like a nasty mosquito next to her.
The girl was so annoyed that she put on headphones.
Listen to the song and walk on campus.
The sunset, the banyan tree, the plastic runway, the brightly lit teaching building, the annoying ghosts around me...
In front of me is the MV of the song.
…
She ignored him, and Song Jiamu felt bored.
It was mean to say the least, but he discovered that he had a weird habit of making her angry.
He touched the places on his waist where she had pinched him, and there were still some bruises.
He was touching the place where he had been pinched, while Yun Shuqian used his thumb to gently rub the wound under the band-aid on his index finger.
Is this the nature of human beings, who are afraid of pain but love it, such as licking mouth ulcers, pinching bruises, popping immature pimples, and reliving certain moments over and over again.
The two of them kept a close distance, left the school, and came to the bus stop to wait for the bus home.
It seems like we haven’t been home together for a long time, right?
Starting from junior high school, in order to avoid gossiping among their classmates, the two of them had a tacit agreement not to walk together even though they lived across the street from each other. People who didn't know better thought they lived at opposite ends of the city.
Of course, if it weren't for the club affairs today, Song Jiamu would have probably gone to the golf course to play ball, and then rushed home covered in sweat when it got dark. She should be busy with student union matters, or doing homework in the library.
If her parents are away on a business trip, she might eat in the cafeteria and study in the classroom until eight or nine in the evening before going home.
It seems that her parents haven't come back from their business trip yet, so it's quite early for her to go back tonight. Song Jiamu speculated with the greatest malice that she might have rushed home to defecate, or that she was sweating today and was sticky and uncomfortable.
Let's go home and take a shower early.
Yun Shuqian didn't know what the bad guy behind her was complaining about. She was wearing headphones and the world was quiet.
After thinking about it, Song Jiamu also took out his headphones and put them on, so that he would have the reason of 'I don't want to talk to you' instead of 'You don't want to talk to me'.
It wasn't until the bus stopped in front of him and Yun Shuqian got on the bus that he looked back and his eyes fell precisely on the face of Song Jiamu, who was half a head taller than the crowd.
Hum, you follower, imitate me wearing headphones again!
A low battery alert sounded. She looked at her phone and saw that the battery was less than 20 years old. It was always unsafe with such a battery, so she turned off the music.
But if you don't take off the headphones, just wearing them is equivalent to telling him, "I don't want to hear about your poop."
There were many people in the car, and both of them stood at the back, one on the left and one on the right, with their backs to each other.
After not going home together for so many years, it feels weird now. Sure enough, she has left the club. She and he don't actually have that many topics to talk about, right?
The phone in my pocket vibrated, it was a message of special concern in QQ.
Yun Shuqian looked back at him quietly, and saw that he was playing with his phone with his head down and not paying attention to her. Then she calmly took out her phone and looked at the pitiful battery first, and then his messages.
Pen and paper: "You may not believe it, but I joined the school's online literature club."
Zhai Jiuran was stunned: "How does it feel? Isn't it fun?"
Pen and paper: "The president is that annoying stinky bitch. I'm about to be tortured to death by her. Is there any way that I can seek power and usurp the throne?"
Yun Shuqian looked calm on the surface, but cute little veins appeared on her little hands holding the guardrail.
Go to hell Song Jiamu!
You will never leave the club in your life! You even seek power and usurp the throne! Just become the toilet director!
Just as the bus stopped suddenly again, this time Yun Shuqian did not throw herself into his arms, but took the opportunity to step on him hard.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it. You won't be angry, right?"
"..."
Damn, Yun Shuqian, you think I’m blind. You’re about to jump up and step on me. It’s not intentional. How do I feel that you have some personal emotions?
The battery of the mobile phone was low, so Yun Shuqian didn't want to waste the precious battery on "how to teach him to seek power and usurp his position", so he sent him a funny emoticon and ignored him.
The two of them stayed overnight, their home was not far from the school, and they got off the bus together after three stops.
Yun Shuqian walked in front, and Song Jiamu was behind, humming to himself.
"It's so unpleasant, yue~!" She didn't look back, as if she was talking to herself.
"What did you say?" Song Jiamu took off one of his headphones.
"I said you sang very well. It was all about emotion and not a trace of technique."
"I feel like someone is scolding me."
"How is that possible, classmate Song Jiamu? I'm not the kind of person who secretly speaks ill of you behind your back."
Song Jiamu suddenly felt guilty and said loudly: "Me neither. Anyway, even if someone knocks on the door in the middle of the night, I won't be afraid."
When he said this, Schrödinger's courageous Yun Shuqian became a little scared...
"Meow……"
"Stop scaring people. I'm not afraid if I live by myself. The videos I watch at night are all horror videos. If they're not scary, I won't even watch them."
"Generally, big data will only push horror videos to the timid."
"Meow……"
"Who would believe it..."
As Yun Shuqian spoke, he closed his mouth and stopped.
Song Jiamu almost yelled at her.
"What are you doing? You've been so nervous all day..."
"Don't talk."
Yun Shuqian listened attentively, looked around, and then bent down to search in the green belt.
"Did you drop your key?"
"You're going to die, there's a cat meowing! Kitten!"