There are two classes in the afternoon, which are held in large staircase classrooms.
When Song Jiamu came to the classroom, Yun Shuqian had already found a seat to sit down.
There was a long table with several seats in the middle. She sat at the third seat on the right, with Yuan Caiyi and another girl beside her.
Song Jiamu didn't dare to sit too close, and sat down about three seats away from her in the same row. The girl seemed to be aware of it, glanced at him with her peripheral vision, pretended not to notice, and opened the book on her own.
How can we not have good brothers at this time?
"Jiamu, lean to the right!"
Zhang Sheng and a group of people from the dormitory rushed over, as if in a relay race. They squeezed one by one and stunned Song Jiamu.
Yun Shuqian was speechless and watched helplessly as Song Jiamu moved three seats and was next to her.
She remained calm, but the two girls next to her, Yuan Caiyi, started laughing, which made her blush, so she glared at Song Jiamu fiercely.
Song Jiamu didn't dare to say anything and rubbed his nose. He didn't ask Zhang Sheng and the others to come. What could he do?
He remembered a photo he had seen before, in which an upside-down little squirrel struggled to pull another little squirrel so that it could give flowers to its goddess little squirrel, which perfectly interpreted friendship and love.
But the problem is, they are innocent now!
The atmosphere has been heightened to this point, and innocence is no longer clear.
There was nothing on hand to give her, so I had to pretend that I had made a mistake in turning the pen and the pen rolled to her side.
As expected, the pen was confiscated by Yun Shuqian.
Song Jiamu took out a new pen from his schoolbag. The one was almost out of ink.
…
After taking a short break at noon, class in the afternoon was not as torture as in the morning.
Although he felt a little uncomfortable sitting next to Yun Shuqian, it was still very helpful for listening to the lectures. At least he would not be distracted. As long as he deserted, someone would step on his shoes.
Of course, this action was very light. Except for himself and Yun Shuqian, not even Zhang Sheng and Yuan Caiyi who were next to them knew about it.
This actually became a little secret between the two of them, which was quite exciting.
Since junior high school, Song Jiamu has never bought white shoes, either gray or black, for her convenience.
…
After two classes, Yun Shuqian left with a few girls.
Song Jiamu didn't follow her hobbies and went to play ball with Zhang Sheng and others. This was also part of the plan to become stronger.
Zhang Sheng and others cheated each of them with a bottle of Coke, which was called ‘assist fee’
"What kind of assist is this!"
Song Jiamu took the ball thrown by Zhang Sheng, made a cool jump shot, and accurately hit a three-pointer.
"Didn't the anime tell you that the rosy college life is about to begin!"
"Is this high school life?" Song Jiamu ran on the field.
"Do you think our high school life in China can have this color?"
"White? The color of the test paper?"
"Before you went to college, did you have any dreams?" Zhang Sheng asked.
"Just come on, it's close to home."
Song Jiamu recalled that when he was selecting his application, Yun Shuqian asked him more than once where he wanted to take the exam, and said it was to avoid enrolling with him.
He also wanted to take the Qingbei exam, which was far away from her, but the score didn't allow it.
"Clubs, love, golf courses, walking along the campus paths together. Hey, I was thinking about these before I entered college. But now I realize that this is not the case at all. No girls want to watch me play ball!"
Zhang Sheng added: "I'm not lying to you. I was able to dunk once in high school, but it was just that one time. A girl I liked looked at me, and then I dunked hard."
"What about the girl you fell in love with later?"
"I've gone to take exams elsewhere! I haven't contacted you for a long time! Falling in love is more interesting than watching other people talk."
"Why does it sound a little sad?"
"Charge now and die."
With that said, Zhang Sheng passed the ball to Song Jiamu again, and said with a smile: "Jiamu, dunk one, the monitor is watching you!"
Song Jiamu naturally didn't believe it. Apart from the library, canteen, and classrooms, he had never met Yun Shuqian anywhere else on campus.
However, when Zhang Sheng yelled like this, Yun Shuqian also appeared in his mind.
Maybe it was because the light of the setting sun was a little dazzling. He suddenly felt that his college life should be golden. As for why it was golden, he couldn't tell. Maybe he liked this color better?
Song Jiamu's speed became faster and faster. He stepped out with his left foot and took off with all his strength. His whole body jumped high, and the golden color in his sight became even more dazzling...
boom--!
The blue frame trembled, the ball bounced on the ground, Zhang Sheng and others made monkey-like noises all around, and he actually succeeded in dunking.
"Awesome! Sure enough, someone I like is watching, and my attributes have been strengthened to the extreme!"
"What the hell..."
Song Jiamu is funny and a little excited. Dunking is not an easy thing for him. It is good to have one when he is in good condition. After all, he is not practicing sports.
When he was running again, he saw Yun Shuqian who was walking nearby. The girl was holding documents in her arms and standing with Yuan Caiyi, looking over here.
The setting sun fell on her body, dyeing her golden. Song Jiamu suddenly understood why he chose gold.
Before he could wave his hand cheekily, Yun Shuqian turned around and walked away. Yuan Caiyi was holding her arm, laughing and telling her something.
She didn't come to see him specially, she just stopped by to supervise his plan on the way to deliver the information!
After Yun Shuqian left, Song Jiamu never succeeded in dunking as handsomely as before.
…
After playing, he was already covered in sweat. If it was normal, he would just pack up and go home.
But he didn't dare to forget Yun Shuqian's instructions. There was still an interview for the club tonight.
He could even imagine Yun Shuqian's opening remarks during the interview: 'The Internet Literature Society attaches great importance to this recruitment interview. For this reason, we have mobilized the manpower of the entire society.'
It is estimated that the interviewers will tremble with fear.
He went to the cafeteria to have a meal with Zhang Sheng and others. Song Jiamu followed him to the dormitory, sniffed carefully at the door, and was then pulled in by Zhang Sheng and others.
Song Jiamu took out a towel from his schoolbag, wiped himself briefly, washed his hair, and peed in their new toilet.
A boy's handsomeness is largely reflected in his cleanliness. As long as he is not ugly enough to look like Urgot, he should keep himself clean and hygienic at ordinary times. Don't be covered in stinky sweat. The oil on his face and hair can be scraped off for cooking, and he can walk awkwardly.
With a hunched back and lewd eyes, most girls will not have a bad impression.
Of course, it’s a different story for those who are very rich.
But this doesn't work for Yun Shuqian. She is a rich young woman, she is not short of money, she is also the class president, and her grades are good. Most people really don't dare to pursue a girl like this. She feels like a goddess.
Probably only Song Jiamu knows that she likes to pinch people, loves to play tricks, loves to step on shoes, loves to grab things, loves to complain, and is not honest when sleeping, etc.
Song Jiamu went downstairs and headed to Classroom 302.
After thinking about it, I bought a box of strawberries, a cup of yogurt, and a pack of melon seeds on the way.