Chapter 54 That's it, right? You didn't lie to me, did you?
"Spit it out!"
"Wobu..."
Yun Shuqian snorted at him, and like a little hamster, he smacked and ate all the melon seeds.
After she finished eating, she proudly stuck out her little tongue to show him that there wasn't any left and she swallowed it all.
Song Jiamu was so angry that of course he refused to let her go, so he reached out and scratched her flesh.
The girl giggled and patted his hand, shrinking into a ball and turning into a snail, preventing him from getting through.
"You violated rule number one!"
"What rules..."
"Don't do anything excessive to the president!"
"You ate my melon seeds first, ninety-nine of them, I counted them!"
"Who told you not to eat..."
Seeing that she was about to go crazy and bite, Song Jiamu had no choice but to give up. He felt that he had learned a lot about women.
Human beings are very contradictory creatures. For example, no matter what group chat a boy joins, he ends up talking about driving. On the contrary, after joining a driving group, the conversation ends up being all about politics, three views, and ideology.
Look, when he ignored her, Yun Shuqian felt bored. She stared at him warily for a while. Seeing that he seemed to have really forgotten about the pile of melon seeds, she suddenly felt that the pile of melon seeds didn't smell that good.
Already.
Song Jiamu opened the strawberry box, and Yun Shuqian was the first to twist away the strawberry he was going to take.
I followed his example and dipped it in yogurt. It was really sour and sweet.
"Song Jiamu."
"what?"
"Go and close the door, it's a bit cold."
"What's the benefit?"
"Go quickly and I will reward you!"
Hearing that there was a reward, Song Jia stood up numbly, went over and closed the classroom door.
After the classroom door was closed, the classroom at Nuovo University seemed much more private. No one would come to interview anyway, and even if there were, Yun Shuqian would not let others interview.
Without contact with the outside world, Yun Shuqian felt much more at ease with him in the closed classroom.
"Where's the reward? Are you going to peel melon seeds for me?" Song Jiamu extended his palm to her expectantly.
"What are you thinking about?"
Yun Shuqian stretched out her little hand and patted his palm, took out the club's information sheet, and registered his name to the position of vice president in front of him.
"In view of your pretty good performance, from now on, you will be the vice president of the Internet Literature Society. I hope you will continue to work hard, strictly abide by the rules of the society, improve yourself, and carry forward the society!"
"..."
Song Jiamu had no interest. What kind of reward was this? She might as well step on him with white socks. He sat down next to her and ate melon seeds out of boredom.
"You don't seem satisfied?"
"Is this any different from when I was an ordinary member?"
"Of course. From today on, you only have to listen to me. The rest of the club must listen to you."
"How about I call those people and ask them to come for another interview? This time I will be the one to interview."
"I have already passed. The club does not allow the existence of non-pure purposes. We will wait until the autumn recruitment in half a year."
Song Jiamu plans to find more talented newcomers in half a year. By then, as the vice president, he can unspoken rules for them.
With the lesson he just learned, he no longer kept a pile of melon seeds this time. He ate them while eating them, and Yun Shuqian also ate them. Her mouth was still quite dexterous, and after a while, the melon seed shells next to her became much better.
"Then what are you going to do next? There are only two of us in the club, and it exists in name only?" Song Jiamu asked her curiously.
"So what if there are two of us? It's not like we can't carry out club activities. We can go collecting music together."
"Taifeng? It just means going out to play, right?"
"How can you ask me to go out for fun when I'm a writer?"
Yun Shuqian continued: "Since we can't recruit new people, the tasks for you and me will be very heavy. My goal is to have more than two high-quality authors in the club, so you have to work harder."
"Um……"
Song Jiamu didn't refute, otherwise she would definitely say that he had no energy again.
It is part of his plan to make his next book a high-quality book. From this point of view, it does not conflict with the club's goals. Today is the first day of hard work. Song Jiamu will not be discouraged so quickly.
Although it is already the end of March and almost April, the temperature in southern Jiangsu is still quite low at night.
Maybe it was because he was warmer. The two of them were sitting side by side. Yun Shuqian subconsciously leaned against him. First, their clothes touched each other, and then the pressure increased, and their shoulders leaned against each other.
At this time, Song Jiamu felt that she looked like a girl. She felt that she was soft and small, and it would be very comfortable to lean against her.
The word "nagging" refers to chatting while eating melon seeds, but it didn't feel right for Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian. The two of them lost topic for a while and each quietly cracked melon seeds without knowing what they were thinking.
Of course, they don't feel embarrassed. If it were anyone else, they would be a little uncomfortable if they didn't talk for a long time, but Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian seemed to enjoy eating melon seeds together quietly like this.
The closed classroom brought the two people very close, and their shoulders, which had been in contact for a long time, gradually felt the body temperature from each other.
"Here, I'll give it back to you."
The girl stretched her white hands in front of him, opened her palms, and there were nine melon seeds lying in her palms. She seemed to have picked them specially. They were all plump, chubby and cute.
"You ate ninety-nine coins from me, and you gave me nine coins back?"
"Do you want love..."
As soon as she made a fist, she hid it again.
"Hey, I want it."
Song Jiamu grabbed her hand, and when she didn't let go of her fist, he pried her fingers apart one by one.
Her hands were a little cooler than his, and her fists were as small as green apples. She opened her thumb first, then her index finger, then her middle finger...
Yun Shuqian stared blankly at his hand, watching their hands intertwining shamelessly. The temperature in his palm made her heart beat faster.
Song Jiamu took out all the melon seeds and threw them into his mouth: "Didn't I watch you peel them just now?"
"I ate it with my mouth."
"...Stop being so disgusting."
Song Jiamu was eating the melon seeds with satisfaction. How delicious was it when he chewed it with his mouth? She must be thinking about the piece of braised pork that he had licked before. After all, Yun Shuqian was the stingiest person.
"Did you see me dunk this afternoon? Isn't it cool?"
"Didn't see it~"
"You obviously saw it."
"Who would look specifically at you? I'm just passing by."
No one mentioned going home. It was already past eight o'clock in the evening. There was no homework or coding. In the name of the club, the two of them chatted casually.
"You..." Yun Shuqian suddenly faltered.
"What?"
"You suddenly sat next to me today. You really just wanted to study hard and reconcile with me, right? You didn't lie to me. What Caiyi and the others said about you..."
The girl rarely knew how to form words, and she didn't dare to look at him anymore. She looked vaguely uneasy and picked up the kettle with her other hand.
This position makes it easy to hit him on the head with a water bottle.
"Yes, study hard, change yourself, and then reconcile with you. You will be the best in the world. Oh...it's not you who has feelings for me..."
"Shut up, know yourself, and don't say shameless words."
Yun Shuqian was relieved.
He unscrewed the lid of the kettle and took a sip of water.
Maybe I ate too many melon seeds. I suddenly felt a little dry in the mouth and my face felt hot.