After school, Song Jiamu, Zhang Sheng and other boys went to the cafeteria to eat together.
Yun Shuqian was walking with Yuan Caiyi and several other girls.
There are no classes this afternoon and the weather is perfect, making it a suitable time for outdoor activities.
"Jiamu, do you want to play ball this afternoon?"
"No, today, I have to go to the online literary club to help recruit new people."
"This club sounds like it should be very relaxing, right?"
"You know, when you feel that you are carrying a heavy burden and moving forward, there will be someone who can help you calm down the years."
"Haha, that's the opposite, I don't understand."
Song Jiamu thought to himself that of course you wouldn't understand. He has to be responsible for today's three hundred leaflets.
However, he was determined to cultivate his strong mentality. Thinking about it this way, the task of sending leaflets was not unacceptable.
Wait...could this be a kind of Ah Q spirit?
While Song Jiamu was still eating in the cafeteria, Yun Shuqian had already finished his meal quickly.
"You guys eat slowly, I'll go do some club stuff first."
"Qianqian, do you want to help? I also have my name on my list."
"It's okay. It seems to be pretty relaxed so far."
Yun Shuqian took a bottle of water in the cafeteria and quickly walked over to the new location with her bag on her back.
The tent that was set up yesterday looked very energetic, but it was a little shabby compared to other clubs. There were only two ordinary desks under the tent, and there was not even a big poster.
She pulled up her chair and sat down, opened her schoolbag and took out the flyer and registration form. She looked at the time and looked around again. Song Jiamu didn't even see a shadow.
Take out your mobile phone, click on WeChat, swipe to a WeChat ID with the note "Song Zhutou" and click on it.
So and so: "Where are you? Where are you?"
So and so: "Where are you? Where are you?"
Song Jiamu, who was walking out of the cafeteria, picked up his phone and looked at it. It turned out that it was the guy with the note "Yun Zhu Po" who came to remind him.
Bombarded by this familiar news, the possibility that Yun Shuqian is staying at home is getting higher and higher.
Song Zhutou: "Come, come, people who don't know think you miss me very much."
Yun Zhu Po: "Go to hell, Pig Head!"
Song Jiamu didn't come, so Yun Shuqian sat under the tent by herself. Compared with other clubs, she seemed a bit deserted and lonely.
Looking around eagerly, she finally saw a figure trotting towards the cafeteria.
So she watched him running towards her from a distance, holding an ice cream cone in one hand and holding his schoolbag strap in the other, trotting through the crowd.
Yun Shuqian felt a little better inexplicably, and the corners of his mouth curved up slightly, feeling that Song Zhutou looked so silly.
"Huh... I'm urging you to die. Oh no, you ran away just after eating. My stomach hurts..."
Song Jiamu came to her and dropped his schoolbag casually on the table.
"I'm stupid, I didn't let you run over, I just asked you to come over quickly." Yun Shuqian snorted, put away his girlish mood, and became straight-faced again.
"That shows that I am full of responsibility."
Song Jiamu was speechless and handed her the ice cream in his hand: "You haven't eaten, right? Here you go."
"I've eaten it a long time ago."
"Did you pour the rice directly into your mouth, eating it so fast?"
"It's you who cares."
Yun Shuqian said, continuing to sort out the flyers, and the ice cream appeared in front of her again.
"Here."
"don't want."
"Take it, I can't eat any more."
"No."
"I thought I bought it for you when you didn't have a meal. Even if you don't want it, you still have to transfer six yuan to me later."
Yun Shuqian glared at him before taking the ice cream in his hand.
She has indeed eaten, but girls have two stomachs. One stomach is small for rice, and the other is large for snacks, especially ice cream, which is cold, fragrant and sweet, and almost no girls have it.
Children won't like it.
Of course, the reason why she accepted it was because he said, ‘I bought it especially for you’?
The girl put the ice cream on the table reservedly, with no intention of eating it. She picked up the flyer and divided it into two halves, then handed one half to Song Jiamu.
"There are only two days left in the recruitment time set by the school. We must distribute all these flyers. We need to complete the task of registering ten people today."
"I feel hanging..."
Seeing that Yun Shuqian wanted to nag him again about his lack of motivation, Song Jiamu took the other half of the flyer in her hand: "But now, in addition to recruiting new targets, I have also set new goals for myself.
So leave the matter of distributing leaflets to me, and you can just be a salty fish here."
Song Jiamu thought very clearly that she could not let Yun Shuqian develop a thick skin, otherwise she might one day dare to self-destruct and die with him.
"New goal? Classmate Song Jiamu, did I hear you correctly?"
Yun Shuqian seemed to not know him, and looked at him in surprise: "I always feel that words like target are far away from you."
"What are you talking about? I plan to train my mentality and become a person with a strong heart. I will not be surprised by favors and humiliations. I will watch the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court. I have no intention of staying or leaving. I will look at the clouds rolling and relaxing in the sky. I must be calm. Mount Tai will collapse before me.
His face does not change."
"Can you use less modifiers?"
"Just to develop a thick skin!" Song Jiamu told her the plan without hesitation.
What's this called, conspiracy! Even if she notices something, it can't change that he is about to become a strong person. As for threats such as holding him to write YY books and exposing weird XP, Yun Shuqian will be helpless.
Obviously, Yun Shuqian didn't think in this direction. She probably spent all her life's learning, but she never imagined that someone would use the method of "thickening one's face" to respond. It's really a goat farting like a sheep, so foreign and coquettish.
gas.
"Then, you shameless person, can you peek under a girl's skirt without restraint?"
Yun Shuqian suddenly realized, no wonder he asked her for a foot photo last night. It was indeed the lustful and shameless Song Jiamu.
"...Is this the image I have in your mind?" Song Jiamu was furious.
"It's worse than it is." Yun Shuqian picked up the kettle and drank water leisurely.
"Forget it, I won't argue with you. I have a strong heart and won't be surprised by favors or humiliations."
Song Jiamu picked up the flyer, walked into the crowd and started handing out orders.
Looking at his back, Yun Shuqian was very proud, Zhutou, and wanted to fight with me.
She picked up her mobile phone and transferred six yuan to Song Jiamu. Seeing that he had gone away, she gently picked up the ice cream on the table, opened the lid, and took a bite with a small spoon. It was so sweet that the girl was in a very happy mood.
Pleasure.
Song Jiamu, who is still not strong enough in his heart, occasionally secretly observes her.
She turned around and ate the ice cream behind the table as if she was stealing it. Occasionally, when she looked back and saw him, she stopped eating. When Song Jiamu didn't pay attention to her, she started taking spoonfuls slowly like a child.
Eat slowly.
His eyebrows were curved, as if he were smiling. Occasionally, he was iced by ice cream, and his delicate and delicate nose wrinkled, and then relaxed slightly, looking very satisfied.
This woman... is actually kind of cute.
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(Thank you for being the leader who dares to bully me and I will beat you up! The boss is great! The boss makes a fortune! The boss goes out every day in good weather!)