Chapter 64 Is this a co-sleeping? (On the shelves tomorrow at noon)
"Forget it if you don't tell me, I don't really want to know."
Song Jiamu stretched out comfortably, with a victor's expression on his face, and sat back at the desk to write.
On the screen was the content of the manuscript he was going to update tonight, so Yun Shuqian could take a peek at it openly.
"Hmph...why do I have to tell you? The second rule of the society is that you are not allowed to inquire about other people's books."
Song Jiamu ignored her.
The deflated girl had already sat in the middle of the bed, with her back against the wall, pulling his quilt over to cover her beautiful legs, and holding his pillow in her arms. After having such a fuss with him, she forgot all about it for a moment.
It's his bed.
The door was closed, and she felt very comfortable in the small space. Song Jiamu started typing, and the sound of him typing on the keyboard could be heard.
Nian Nian also jumped on the bed, and Yun Shuqian played with Nian Nian, or took out his mobile phone and took pictures of Nian Nian.
The kitten hid behind the quilt, revealing a pair of big eyes and fluffy little ears. It was very cute.
Song Jiamu would occasionally look back, so much so that he felt a little dazed, feeling like he was about to turn off the lights and sleep with her after finishing typing.
Yun Shuqian didn't bother him. He coded very quickly. There wasn't much left, so he finished coding in less than half an hour.
Only then did she speak aloud.
"The quilt you cover is so thin, won't it be cold at night?"
"It's not cold, my hands and feet are so hot."
When he said this, Yun Shuqian felt a little envious. In winter, it is very cold for girls to sleep alone.
"It's not that I can't tell you what book I've written, but I'm going to finish it soon, so there's no need to tell you. I'll tell you after I change my vest and write a new book." Yun Shuqian thought for a while.
road.
She had been thinking about this just now. It was just the two of them in the club, and sooner or later they would communicate and write books or something, but she couldn't be as shameless as him to expose herself. After all, it was not just the book, but also a certain identity!
Fortunately, he is too stupid to know anything.
"What a coincidence, I happen to have a friend who is finishing his book recently, and I am also finishing my own book." Song Jiamu looked like an idiot.
"Haha... Well, what book did your friend write?"
"It's a very popular love routine nowadays."
"oh oh."
Yun Shuqian felt cruel and continued: "Usually they are written by single people, about love fantasies and the like. The lonelier people write, the better. I am different. I never write about these things."
"..."
Song Jiamu admired her very much.
"Then what did you write?"
"I, I write suspense! Murder! Detective! Ancient tombs!"
"Aren't you very timid..."
"Who told you this? I'm very brave. I decided that for the first time, we will go to the haunted house to find materials together!"
The more Song Jiamu looked at her with suspicion, the more she wanted to run to the haunted house.
"That's good, let's get down to business."
Song Jiamu took his ultra-thin notebook and climbed onto the bed. Yun Shuqian was nervous, but he didn't dare to mess around. As long as she shouted, her aunt would arrive at the scene to save her within five seconds.
of innocence.
The two of them sat on the bed together, leaning against the big poster of Jay Chou behind them. Song Jiamu opened the ultra-thin book and placed it on his lap.
Yun Shuqian was wrapped in a quilt, with her legs bent, holding his pillow in her arms, looking sideways at the contents of his computer.
"What's the business? If you want to watch a movie with me and learn English, then I recommend you to watch "The Pianist on the Sea""
"Next time, I don't watch many artistic films."
"Watch less action movies."
"I think Thanos can also learn English."
Yun Shuqian rolled his eyes.
Song Jiamu had already opened the document, which contained several activity projects that she had sent before. It happened to be that while she was here, we could discuss and supplement together. Otherwise, he would have to come up with a 20,000-word plan with only 86 words. He was confused, and he still
Before I graduated, I first experienced the feelings of Party A and Party B.
"What do you want to do with this book club?"
"Just make it more professional, combine reading, appreciating online works, practicing writing, exchanging opinions, conducting discussions, etc. The Federation of Socialist Associations likes to see these." Yun Shuqian said.
“What about writing skills training activities?”
"You give the lecturer of the entire training, including the selection of materials from online writing, the opening, the sense of reading, the sense of expectation, the character design, etc., and finally summarize the harvest and write down the meaning." Yun Shuqian clapped his fingers.
road.
Song Jiamu started recording, then turned to ask her: "Then we really find a lecturer?"
"Stupid, how can we have so much funds? Anyway, it's just the two of us. We can just find some writing materials and read them ourselves. When our club has more people in the future, we will find a way to find a real boss to give lectures to everyone."
Song Jiamu patted his chest: "Maybe the big boss will be me then!"
"shameless……"
Yun Shuqian got closer to him, and from time to time she stretched out her beautiful finger to tap the screen to tell him what to do.
"Will we still do offline gathering activities then?"
"Of course! I'm going to the haunted house to find materials."
"Are you serious..."
"In short, it will be enough to make these plans more beautiful, but at present our club is just the two of us. The specific implementation situation will be based on the actual situation." Yun Shuqian concluded.
Leave professional matters to professionals. She completely trusted Song Jiamu on how to make the planning project go viral.
Can you please stop having this strange trust in me!!
Song Jiamu was unable to complain and asked her: "So what does it mean to 'respond to actual situations on the spot'?"
"To put it simply, just listen to me."
"...As the vice president, do I have the right to make suggestions?"
"Of course, but the decision-making power is mine."
"I propose to remove your veto power."
Yun Shuqian looked at him like an idiot.
Unknowingly, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening, and she actually stayed in his room for two hours. She was obviously much more comfortable in his room than in the living room, and even time felt like it flew by.
"I'm going back, bye."
Yun Shuqian got out of the bed, climbed to the bed, put on her slippers, picked up Nian Nian, kissed her, opened the door and went out.
The sensible mother and father were not in the living room. They had gone out for a walk early. This made the girl breathe a sigh of relief, otherwise she would always feel guilty...
Almost forgetting, she ran back to get the cup again.
"It's so late and it's such a long way, so I'll reluctantly take you home."
"...Classmate Song Jiamu, I am more confident that you can write a good plan. Your face is the thickest I have ever seen in my life."
Song Jiamu took the initiative to open the door to the president and took her all the way home.
The task was daunting, so Song Jiamu continued to go back to his room to write the first draft of the event plan, and didn't lie down on the bed until eleven o'clock.
I unplugged my charged phone and there was a new message.
Yun Zhu Po: "The president wants to eat fried dough sticks and barbecued pork buns from Caixiang Baozi Shop tomorrow. I want two fried dough sticks put together."
Song Zhutou: "How can you be so picky?"
Yun Zhu Po: "[Transfer 7.5 yuan] Note: For the extra two yuan, I'll treat you to a fried dough stick."
Song Zhutou: "Do I still have soy milk to drink tomorrow?"
Yun Shuqian didn't reply to him.
It was another fulfilling day. Song Jiamu was very sleepy. His phone stopped on the chat interface with her and he also fell asleep.
I don’t know if it’s because the pillow has been held by her for too long and is stained with her scent.
Song Jiamu didn't count clouds today, but he dreamed that he was lying in the clouds, resting on the girl's thigh.
Let me state in advance that this dream was caused by her own intrusion.
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(It will be on the shelves around 12 noon tomorrow. I hope everyone will support it. Thank you~)