The room is pink and white, full of modern girly style.
On the soft big bed, the quilt had a slight bulge, which was where the girl was. Probably because she was not sleeping properly, one corner of the quilt was almost hanging to the ground.
The pink-blue floral lace of the quilt is only a few centimeters apart from the white carpet beside the bed.
Through a gap in the quilt somewhere, you can see a cute little snow-white foot. The nails are shiny and healthy, the arch of the foot is graceful, and the sole of the foot is pink and tender.
Probably because she felt the cold, her little foot snuck back into the quilt. The quilt moved. She folded up the quilt beside her feet and pressed it with her feet to prevent any cold air from entering.
"Well……!"
The girl pulled up the quilt and covered her head. She had just been woken up by a nasty ghost, and now she couldn't fall asleep.
She stretched out her little hand and groped around the pillow, and found her cell phone under the quilt.
People are also in bed.
Click on the photo he sent.
If she hadn't seen that the time displayed on her phone was only 6:40, she would have thought she overslept.
Unexpectedly, Song Jiamu actually went out for a run early in the morning.
But you just ran away and called me to wake me up!
He was going to be pissed off to death early in the morning.
However, she took the words and photos he sent quite seriously, and even swiped the screen with two fingers to pull his face closer.
She seemed to be able to see the mood he wanted to share with her: the selfie of himself sweating profusely and thinking he was handsome; the sunrise over the ancient city by the Anjiang River was indeed beautiful;
It has been many years since I felt like I had to share even the most important things with her.
…
When Song Jiamu finished the last two kilometers of running, he was already sweating profusely.
I walked slowly for 500 meters and went to buy breakfast at a breakfast shop near the community.
"Young man, it's so early today! You look like you're going for a run?"
"Yes, Auntie packed two portions of braised pork noodles, one with onions and one with coriander."
“Should we add green onions and coriander together?”
"Please do not!"
It was not yet seven o'clock, so there were not many people in the breakfast shop, so the two noodles were quickly prepared.
Song Jiamu returned to the community carrying noodles.
After going upstairs, the sweat on his forehead had dried, but his vest was still a little sticky. He had just finished exercising and was only wearing a thin sports coat, and his body seemed to be steaming like the noodles in his hand.
He stopped in front of Yun Shuqian's house and rang her doorbell.
He vaguely heard footsteps, and he seemed to be able to see a girl lying on the peephole behind the door looking at him.
So he looked at the cat eyes and showed a smile that he thought was very handsome.
After a while, the door opened, leaving only a gap.
Yun Shuqian, who was wearing panda pajamas, was holding the door and hiding behind, only sticking out her little head to look at him. She was also wearing a hat of panda pajamas. She looked so cute that Song Jiamu wanted to pull the panda ears of her pajamas.
"what."
Yun Shuqian pouted, she hadn't settled the accounts with him yet, it was the most annoying thing to disturb someone's dream.
"No, you just woke up. Are you so lazy?"
"How dare you say that!"
Yun Shuqian raised his little fist, as if he wanted to beat him to death.
It's just that she, who is already petite, looks even less lethal after wearing panda pajamas. Can she beat me to death with a fist as big as a little apple?
Song Jiamu hadn't seen her just getting up for many years. She looked a little dull when she didn't get enough sleep.
Looking down, he saw her cute feet.
Before looking at it for two seconds, her feet shrank behind the door.
"So you came here and rang the doorbell to wake me up because you were afraid that the phone call hadn't woken me up yet?"
"...What are you talking about?"
Song Jiamu handed the braised pork noodles with coriander in front of her: "I bought you breakfast."
breakfast?
Brought for me?
She blinked and gently dug her fingers into the doorframe.
"what is it……"
"Stewed pork noodles, and added coriander."
"Oh... don't."
Yun Shuqian said so, but had no intention of closing the door at all.
The excitement she felt when she was woken up by him immediately disappeared after she saw him bringing her breakfast. Even her vigilant look holding the door looked a little more cute.
"Take it, even if you don't eat it, you still have to transfer fifteen yuan to me."
"How can there be such a thing..."
Yun Shuqian stretched out her little hand to take the breakfast and said in a low voice: "Thank you."
She was about to close the door when Song Jiamu stopped her again.
"Will you go to school together later?"
"No, bye!"
The girl closed the door.
Instead of leaving in a hurry, he hid behind the door with his breakfast and put his ear to the door, eavesdropping on what was going on outside.
It wasn't until Song Jiamu entered the house that she also entered the house.
I put the breakfast he bought on the dining table, took out my mobile phone and transferred fifteen yuan to him.
She had just finished washing and had not yet changed into pajamas. She smelled the aroma of noodles and felt a little hungry.
Opening the disposable tableware, there are a few pieces of tender green coriander floating on the noodles, dotted with the fragrant braised meat.
Hee, is there a possibility that he will bring me breakfast after running every day?
Of course, this is definitely not chasing girls, but for reconciliation.
Thinking of this, Yun Shuqian felt inexplicably happy.
As for going to school together, that's definitely not possible. Walking to the classroom together is a very dangerous behavior, and a reserved single girl will not agree to such a thing.
Of course, if he invites her to go home with him, she can consider it.
Eating hot noodles, her whole body was warm. She put her slender legs together, using her heels as an axis, and her little feet swayed...
…
Song Jiamu returned home and finished the noodles while they were hot.
As for brushing your teeth first or eating breakfast first, in the final analysis, it is just a matter of habit. You can do it in any order.
"Meow."
Nian Nian circled his legs twice with his tail raised, and Song Jiamu bit a piece of braised meat for him to eat.
The braised pork is very delicious, the meat is crispy and juicy.
After breakfast, he went back to his room, took a shower, put on clean clothes, and felt comfortable all over.
Although it was only the first day of the implementation of the plan, Song Jiamu clearly felt that the morning when he usually dozed off was much more fulfilling. After running and taking a shower, he felt very energetic and had a particularly good appetite.
Mom also got up, and when she saw Song Jiamu in such high spirits, she even rubbed her eyes.
"You got up so early today?"
"No, I ran six kilometers and took a shower when I came back."
"Son... you didn't get any stimulation, did you?"
"Your birthday is August 16th, and the bank card password is the anniversary of your relationship with my dad. Mom, I haven't been taken away from you, don't worry."
"...please keep your voice down!"
On the road to becoming stronger, there will eventually be a lot of misunderstandings, and Song Jiamu is already prepared.
It has to be said that exercise can increase people's self-confidence. Along the way to school, Song Jiamu felt that the girls around him were peeking at him a lot more.
As a result, he became more confident, and a confident man is unmatched.
When he came to the classroom, he immediately saw Yun Shuqian sitting in front.
He didn't sit in the back seat today, and ignored Zhang Sheng's warm greeting like a madam, "Come on, come on, I downloaded something good last night."
He walked to the front with his schoolbag on his back and sat down in the empty seat to the left of Yun Shuqian.
"Morning, Mr. Monitor."
"..."
The girl didn't look at him. She used her left hand to cover her left face. She looked at the book with her pupils trembling wildly. She held a pen in her right hand. The tip of the pen left a concave mark on the paper due to the force, which penetrated three pages.
She tightened her legs instantly and felt that the left half of her face was getting hot. The eyes of the girls around her were like spotlights, all falling on her.