He took out his cell phone, took a selfie, and then took a picture of the breakfast in his hand, and sent it to her.
Song Zhutou's voice: "Are you awake? I'll run back now. If you don't get up, I won't send it to you."
Yunzhupo's voice: "Hmm~..."
He put the phone to his ear and listened. The guy seemed to be still lying on the bed, so he made a voice that sounded like a coquettish voice.
It's so noisy and lazy that it makes people's ears itch.
Well, it's only half past six in the morning, so it's good that she can reply to the message...
Twenty minutes later, he ran back to the community, went upstairs, and rang her doorbell.
The door opened a thirty centimeter wide crack. A girl wearing panda pajamas held the door and looked at him through the crack. Her eyes were still a little dazed as if she had just woken up. When she saw the bun in his hand, she blinked twice.
Lower your eyes.
"Here, your takeaway has arrived."
Song Jiamu put the bun in the plastic bag into the crack of the door.
"Hee, thank you."
She took the bun and said, "Wait a moment."
Then he turned around and ran away.
Song Jiamu pushed open her door and stood at the door to look. He saw her standing by the counter, holding a porcelain mug, holding the soymilk maker in her hands, and carefully pouring the steaming soymilk into the cup.
Yun Shuqian walked over cautiously holding a cup full of soy milk.
"Aren't there only two soybeans?"
"It's worth it. Now, I'll go to your house to get the cup tonight. You have to wash it clean and don't leave any saliva in it."
"It shouldn't be your own cup."
"Stop your perverted thoughts, classmate Song Jiamu."
Song Jiamu took the cup and she was about to close the door.
"Eh."
"what?"
There was only a crack left in the door, and the girl looked at him with her big eyes like a timid panda hiding behind a tree.
"Do you want to go to school together?"
"No. Bye~"
"Think clearly. I don't want you to say to me in the future, 'Song Jiamu, let's go to school together today.'"
"I think you probably got up too early and were still dreaming after running six kilometers, huh."
Yun Shuqian wrinkled her little nose and continued to close the door.
"Hey!"
"What are you doing again..."
Just when she was starting to get impatient, Song Jiamu suddenly stretched out his hand and pinched her fluffy ears wearing a panda hat.
He wants to pull this ear not once or twice! It feels really good!!
"alright."
"...Go to hell, Pig Head!"
The girl covered her pajama hat in shame, and with a bang, the door closed.
The freshly made soy milk was a little hot, Song Jiamu took a sip, opened the door and returned home.
I was sitting at the dining table eating steamed buns. Like her, they were pork buns with pickled vegetables and custard buns. Apart from anything else, they tasted really good. The meat was not greasy after being neutralized by the dried pickled vegetables.
The dried vegetables, which have absorbed the meaty flavor, are even more fragrant and taste soft and mellow.
At this time, coupled with the soy milk she gave me, and a cool sip, it was really satisfying for the whole morning.
The soy milk the girl made herself was very generous, she seemed to have added a little milk, and the sugar content was just right.
While eating, Song Jiamu looked at the mug curiously.
The porcelain white cup has a cute little bunny pattern printed on it, and it looks like it is for girls.
It may not be a cup she has used before. After all, Yun Shuqian is the stingiest person and is not willing to spend money randomly, so she would not prepare a cup specially for him.
While enjoying breakfast, my mother also yawned and got up.
"You didn't buy breakfast for me and your dad?"
"Don't you go to school to eat? Dad goes to the company to eat. I will eat by myself."
"Hey, where did your cup of soy milk come from?"
"Sent from Yun Shuqian."
"Really or not, Qianqian still cooks soy milk for you? You can cook it for every year."
"I brought her breakfast."
The old lady was filial piety to him.
"Give me a taste. I also wanted to buy a soymilk machine some time ago..."
Song Jiamu was vigilant, and like a cat guarding its food, he finished the soy milk in two gulps.
"Mom, I suggest you forget it. The air fryer you bought last time has not been used twice. These things are related to the people who use them. You can't just buy them and make delicious food."
"You brat..."
Song Jiamu ran away.
After taking a bath, he washed Yun Shuqian's cup, poured breakfast and lunch cat food for Nian Nian, and went to school with his schoolbag on his shoulder.
Every year I jumped to the balcony and watched Song Jiamu walking downstairs from across the high floors.
The first ray of sunlight fell on its snow-white fur, and the cat stretched out lazily. Today is still a good day.
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The classes on Friday are relatively less stressful, and there are only classes in the morning.
When he arrived at the classroom, Yun Shuqian had already sat in the front, in the fourth row in the middle of the classroom. This position allowed him to see and hear the teaching content clearly without having to raise his head to listen to the lecture like in the first row.
It’s so uncomfortable. Both top academics and pseudo-university top students prefer the seats in the third to fifth rows.
This time she learned the lesson and sat on the edge of the aisle. Yuan Caiyi was pulled over by her and sat beside her. Now Song Jiamu had no chance to take advantage of him.
Of course, he could also choose to sit next to Yuan Caiyi, and it didn't matter to Yun Shuqian, really, it didn't matter at all.
It's just that Yuan Caiyi, who was caught between the two of them, was probably a little restless.
He came here to study, not to pick up girls. He sat next to her just to let her supervise him! It wasn't because the girl smelled good or the girl's shoulders were soft.
He sat down on a shallow walkway separated by the clouds, with her on the right. Because he had long hands, even though there was a walkway across the way, he could still poke her if he stretched out his hand.
Yuan Caiyi beside her giggled, walked around Yun Shuqian and winked at him, meaning, 'If you want to sit with Qianqian, I can give you my seat.'
Before he could shake his head, Yun Shuqian interrupted their eye contact and kept tickling Yuan Caiyi, making the two girls laugh and joke.
Everything is difficult at the beginning. With yesterday's persistence and the good rest last night, Song Jiamu was in better condition in class today. Even if he didn't peek at Yun Shuqian's notes, he could keep up with the class content.
He rarely takes notes on his own initiative. He trusts his brain and always feels that he will be able to understand it. But after a while, he often asks her to borrow notes from her in despair.
After he really devoted himself to studying, Song Jiamu realized that time passed quickly.
After class ended in the morning, he and Zhang Sheng and others went to the cafeteria to eat. After eating, they took a walk around the campus with their schoolbags on their backs, and then found a secluded pavilion with a beautiful view to take a nap.
This is one of his habits. It is very pleasant to rest in the pavilion on a bright spring afternoon.
If in the past, he would wake up and go home if there was no class in the afternoon, but according to the plan, if there was no class in the afternoon, he would go to the library to read.
As soon as I was half-lying down against the red pillar of the pavilion, I received a message on my phone.
It is a new WeChat group chat.
[Gathering place for colleagues from the Internet Literature Society]
[Number of people in the group-2]
[Group Leader-Yunyunyun also needs to drink more water today]
Damn, people who don’t know think there are 200 people in our club.
Before Song Jiamu could ask a question, the group leader sent a new message.
Yunzhu Po: "@Everyone, the Internet Literature Club is having a meeting. Please gather in the No. 2 canteen in five minutes."
Yun Zhu Po: "[Yun Yun Yun also wants to drink more water today - he patted Song Jiamu and raised his butt]"
Yunzhu Po: "@松佳木! You changed your pat!"
Song Zhutou: "...Can I be there in ten minutes?"
Yun Zhu Po: "Those who are late will bear the consequences at their own risk."
Song Jiamu grabbed his schoolbag and ran to the No. 2 canteen.
Let me make it clear in advance that this is not because of fear of her, but because of the awareness of being the vice president!
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(It’s a new week, please give me some free recommendation votes~)