When Song Jiamu came to the classroom, there were already many people there.
Originally, he wanted to have breakfast with Yun Shuqian, but she ran away so fast, so he went to eat the noodles by himself.
If it had been in the past, it would have been quite normal for her to refuse to stay with him. However, since Song Jiamu had suspected the possibility that the stay-at-home guy was her last night, the more he looked at it, the more he felt that she was guilty.
He entered the classroom from the back door, glanced at the front of the classroom, and easily spotted Yun Shuqian sitting in his seat.
She was sitting with Yuan Caiyi, and the two of them were talking secretly.
Seemingly feeling something, she turned her head and met Song Jiamu's eyes.
Song Jiamu quickly averted his eyes, looked at the ceiling, and walked in chewing gum like a fool.
It wasn't until he found a seat at the back to sit down that Song Jiamu regretted a little. Why was I feeling guilty?
Sure enough, I'm still not thick-skinned enough! I have to look her in the face and see who loses first!
The chair next to him was pulled out, and another fool sat down next to him.
Song Jiamu subconsciously covered his mouth and nose.
"Hey! It doesn't stink anymore! Our dormitory smells great now!"
Zhang Sheng tugged on his clothes, and sure enough, through the gaps between his fingers, Song Jiamu also smelled a strong scent of toilet water mixed with disinfectant.
"How did you do it?"
"What else can we do? The school does not agree to change the dormitory. The toilet has been repaired and we have found someone to clean it. We washed it several times yesterday afternoon and used several bottles of disinfectant and toilet water."
"... I'm sorry, the intestines that have been filled with feces are delicious, and the dormitories that have been soaked in feces may not be unfit for living."
"How can this be the same!"
After chatting with some boys, the teacher who taught the class also came.
There is no essential difference between college classes and high school classes. The main difference is that there is a higher degree of freedom.
There are no fixed classrooms or fixed seats. You can even put your mobile phone and computer on the desktop.
If there are couples who are together in the class, they will find a corner to secretly hold hands under the table.
Thanks to Yun Shuqian, Song Jiamu has never held the hand of another girl, and he doesn't even dare to skip class.
While listening to the class, I put my phone on top of the book. On the screen were thousands of sentences "Abnormal! Abnormal!" sent by the geek last night.
Taking advantage of being bored now, he deleted them locally one by one.
"Let's go, Jiamu, what are you telling me? Even a pervert like me thinks you are so perverted!" Zhang Sheng on the side couldn't help but admire him.
"What? It's the Internet."
"Let me see."
"roll roll roll."
Fortunately, there is a batch deletion function. Even so, Song Jiamu spent a lot of effort to delete all these "pervert! Abnormal!"
He turned off the phone screen and looked through the crowd, landing on Yun Shuqian in front of him.
She listened to the class very seriously, took notes from time to time, and did not take out her mobile phone to play with it like him.
If it weren't for the fact that he saw her feet last night that looked very similar to Zeda's feet, Song Jiamu wouldn't have suspected her at all. Now that this idea has appeared in his mind, the more he looks at Yun Shuqian, the more he feels that she
Something is wrong.
Doesn't Murphy's Law say that the less you want something to happen, the greater the probability of it happening?
He turned on his phone again and clicked on the voice message that Zhaidai had sent him before. He pressed the words 'good night' to his ears and listened carefully several times.
I didn't feel much about it when I heard it, but now I realize that although the tones are a little different, the timbres are very similar.
Can't it really be her?
Song Jiamu felt that his thinking was a little stuck. Are these coincidences or his own psychological effects?
Of course, it is very simple to confirm whether Yun Shuqian is a stay-at-home person. You just need to observe her playing with her mobile phone and suddenly make a video call to her.
But what if it’s really her?
Isn’t this the same as dying together?
Maybe she would also ask: "Song Jiamu, you are so awesome, how did you discover me?", and then he said, "I noticed that your feet are very similar to Zhaidu's feet," and then she said, "That's so shameful."
!!Dead foot control!Dead pervert!!'
Damn it, Song Jiamu didn't want to say anything about discovering the truth by looking at his feet.
Aren't there some high-level methods, such as scientific and technological reasoning, behavioral reasoning, psychological reasoning, and probability reasoning? Then you hold your eyes and say, 'There is only one truth, Yun Shuqian, you are just a nerd!'
Song Jiamu took a deep breath, put his fists against his mouth, closed his eyes and thought.
Since I already have such a suspicion in my heart, the first thing to do is to confirm this suspicion.
Directly making a video call or asking someone in person is a bad idea and is an act of self-destruction.
He thought carefully, it would be best if there was physical evidence.
Suddenly, an idea flashed through him, and he remembered her feet in the video and the white carpet beside the bed in the video the day before yesterday...
Apart from her feet, the carpet was the only evidence.
It's just that he hasn't entered her room for many years. Occasionally he and his mother visit, and they just stay in the living room. Wouldn't it seem a little strange to enter her room rashly?
Okay, I'll add one to the direction for now, and I'll take a look at it later when I have a chance.
Yun Shuqian's evaluation of him was correct. Song Jiamu was not stupid. He was often smarter than the average person, but he only used his smartness in strange places.
We live in the same city, we are in the same freshman year, we have the same annoying guy we grew up with, we have the same pair of cute feet, we dress up specially on the day of the interview, we take the bus that can reach the Cultural Square, we have very similar timbres.
The familiar feeling of a runaway girl when she says a thousand words "Pervert! Pervert!"...
Even though it hasn’t been confirmed yet, the possibility is too high!
Then, the reasoning goes to the next step.
If Yun Shuqian is just a stay-at-home guy, let's take this as an assumption. After all, the possibility may be as high as 80%.
Why did she...
Why are you still hiding?
If she was a stay-at-home guy, he would have been exposed first in the open when they had sex that day.
But why did Yun Shuqian still pretend not to know and continue to chat with him as a nerd?
The other two options, one is to expose her directly on the spot, and the other is to delete her friends or disappear, are easier for Song Jiamu to understand than her secretly chatting as a nerd, and are more in line with his understanding of Yun Shuqian.
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"Have you seen the monitor? She is indeed beautiful, but don't stare at her all the time." Zhang Sheng said in a low voice beside him.
"What the hell..."
Song Jiamu came to his senses and found that he had indeed stared at her for too long.
"Hey Zhang Sheng, a girl hides her identity and lurks next to a friend of mine. What does she want?"
"It's not that simple. It's either for money or for people."
"What if my friend has no money?"
"She likes you."
This is the most ridiculous explanation Song Jiamu has ever heard.