Yun Shuqian was sitting behind the table. Song Jiamu, who was holding a flyer, walked in, pulled out his chair, and sat down next to her.
As if he had been squeezed dry, he spread his hands and threw the flyer on the table. He stuck out his tongue and his voice became hoarse.
The two seats were not spacious. As soon as he squeezed in, Yun Shuqian felt as if he was filled up instantly.
"Water, water, water... my throat is going to be dry and burst."
Song Jiamu reached out to her again and asked for water.
"You didn't bring a water bottle with you. Where can I get water for you to drink?"
"Isn't it true? The members are fighting on the front line, but as the president, you don't prepare drinks and fruit platters?"
"If you don't have the funds, you can solve it yourself."
"The store has to be walked so far, my legs will be broken..."
Song Jiamu didn't want to move at all. He glanced at Yun Shuqian's sky-blue kettle on the table, reached out and grabbed it.
"Why are you taking my kettle?" Yun Shuqian came to snatch it.
"Give me a couple of sips." Song Jiamu turned his back to prevent her from grabbing it, and unscrewed the lid of the kettle.
"This is my water!"
"I don't drink with my mouth..."
After an afternoon of exercise, Song Jiamu's face has grown a lot thicker, and it's not like we never ate a stick of ice cream together when we were kids.
The style of the kettle is rather girlish, with a double-mouth design for drinking water. When the lid is opened, there is a straw-like mouth. Yun Shuqian usually sucks from this place to drink water.
Of course Song Jiamu didn't sip the same small mouth as her. He unscrewed the mouth of the large bottle and found that there was still half a bottle of water in it.
"You usually don't vomit in the water when you drink it, right?" Song Jiamu was cautious.
"I vomit every day, every time!" Yun Shuqian said. He held the water bottle high so that the short Yun Shuqian couldn't grab it, so he made disgusting remarks to him.
"Then I'm relieved." Song Jiamu still doesn't know her? If she says she didn't vomit, not at all, then she 100% vomited, and conversely she didn't vomit.
So under Yun Shuqian's eyes that seemed to be murderous, he raised his neck, opened his mouth, poured all the water from her kettle from a distance, caught every drop, and drank it all.
When this was not enough, when the water could not be poured out, he shook the bottle, poured out a few slices of soaked tangerine peel inside and ate them.
"Here, I'll give it back to you."
Song Jiamu burped and felt satisfied.
Yun Shuqian took the flimsy kettle, glared at him fiercely, and poured it down again. Sure enough, not a drop was left.
"Classmate Song Jiamu, it seems that you are going further and further down the road of being shameless."
"We usually drink like this when we play ball. It's nothing."
"Don't be ashamed!"
The girl looked a little blushing, and she didn't know whether it was because she was shy because he didn't mind the water she drank, or because she was angry because he didn't treat her as a girl.
She walked away angrily with the empty bottle. The canteen was nearby, and she refilled most of the bottle of hot water.
Tighten the lid, the kettle that has just been filled with hot water is warm, and the palms of your hands are also warm.
The scene of him just drinking water kept popping up in his mind, so his heart felt warm and his face also felt warm.
shameless……
If he dared to drink another girl's water like this, she would tell her aunt that he was trying to take advantage.
Back at the tent, Song Jiamu lay lazily on the table to rest, holding the registration form and reading it.
It was already four o'clock in the afternoon. From noon to now, he had hardly rested and had been sending out leaflets to attract new ones.
"No, I did my own calculations. I called about ten people to sign up, but why are there only five on the list? And these two, why didn't they even leave their contact information?"
"Who knows, they came over and took a look and then left. It's probably because you are too thick-skinned and I have no choice but to deal with you."
"What should we do? We won't wait until the interview, and the only five people will give up, right?"
"..."
Yun Shuqian hesitated to speak. She actually wanted to say that even if she passed the interview, there was a high possibility of running away midway. After all, she passed the interviews of several people last week, but all of them ran away without exception.
You can't tell Song Jiamu this. This guy had the intention of running away. If he hadn't been frightened by her, he might have run away too. If he was really determined not to come, there was nothing Yun Shuqian could do.
Maybe it was like what he said, lowering the requirements and luring people in first, but she didn't want to do this. If she had to compromise, then what was the point of putting so much effort into setting up this club in the first place.
Even if no one can be recruited in the end, there will still be Song Jiamu who is taken advantage of...
"How about you lower your requirements? Not every member's purpose can be so pure." Song Jiamu looked back at her.
"no."
"Then why were you willing to let me in in the first place?"
"You are different."
"Because we are familiar with each other?"
"As the president, I am very fair. If you hadn't loved online literature, I wouldn't have let you in, no matter how familiar you were with me."
Song Jiamu looked at her deeply, then turned his head and said with a smile: "It sounds like you know me very well. Didn't you know that I read novels before this?"
Yun Shuqian was vigilant. Oops, he unconsciously substituted him into the pen and paper, almost revealing the truth!
Fortunately, this fool didn't notice.
"The person who knows you best is your enemy. I understand you. Isn't this normal..."
Yun Shuqian whispered softly.
When I peeked at him again, he had already closed his eyes and was lying on the table sleeping.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the campus, and everything was bustling, like a moving feast. However, Song Jiamu, who was sleeping on the table, was still, like a painting, which made her feel a little lost.
In a trance, it felt like she was back in high school for three years, when he and she sat at the same table. When the afternoon sun fell on the table, he liked to sleep on his stomach like this.
She wrote quietly beside her, occasionally looking at him.
After graduating from high school, I rarely see my former classmates, and I don’t know what other people are going through now or where they have gone.
Only Song Jiamu was still by her side, looking at her with disgust.
"Yun Shuqian." He didn't open his eyes and moved his mouth.
"What are you doing?" Yun Shuqian was startled by him and hit him angrily.
"Can you give me a shoulder squeeze?"
"Do you like eating farts?"
Yun Shuqian suspected that he heard wrongly. Let's not talk about this guy's shame. How could he lose his courage?
"It's not like I haven't pinched you before. I worked so hard today. As the president, you are not allowed to reward me. It has been from noon until now."
"I'll crush you to death."
Although he said this, the girl still stretched out her hand to squeeze his shoulder, which seemed a bit perfunctory. She sat far away from him and only stretched out her right hand, using only three fingers: thumb, index finger and middle finger.
Gently pinching the flesh of his neck and shoulders, he closed his eyes and looked like he was enjoying it.
"The clouds are sparse and shallow."
"What are you doing again?"
"That is...you can actually be very gentle, right? Of course, I mean towards me..."
"..."
"Ah! Be gentle! Be gentle! It hurts!"
Go to hell, Song Zhutou, you won’t know who you are if you take advantage!