After the last class on Saturday, the first holiday of this semester ushered in. The school had a three-day holiday.
These days, as long as there is nothing else, Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian go home together. Unless she is busy with student union matters or Song Jiamu plays ball, then they go their separate ways. After all, they are waiting for the other person to come home.
It feels like there is something wrong with it.
Taking advantage of the last evening before the holiday, Song Jiamu went to play ball with Zhang Sheng and others.
Before going, he also sent a WeChat message to Yun Shuqian, saying that he was going to play ball.
Yun Shuqian replied.
The weather is very good and the temperature is suitable. Song Jiamu is playing sports on the court in full swing.
It wasn't until the intermission that Zhang Sheng patted his arm: "Hey, Jiamu, the monitor is waiting for you."
"What?"
Song Jiamu was still stunned. Yun Shuqian came specially to wait for him to go home with him?
He looked in the direction Zhang Sheng was pointing, and he saw Yun Shuqian's figure.
She was not just standing there waiting with her bag on her back as she imagined, she was running on the track and field track next to the basketball court.
Yun Shuqian's hair was tied into a ponytail, and she was trembling behind her as she ran. Because she was not good at sports, her running posture looked very ladylike, and her arms were held up higher. Fortunately, her chest was relatively green.
She doesn't feel like a burden, but she is quite cute when she runs like this. She runs slowly with small steps. She runs about two hundred meters, then stops and walks slowly...
Yun Shuqian gasped and pinched her slender waist. Although she was in good health, exercise was indeed the thing she hated the most. Whenever it was time for the physical test, she always felt weak.
After running only four hundred meters, I felt exhausted. My face was red and my forehead was slightly sweaty.
Of course, she came here for a run today not just to wait for him to go home with her. She planned to change herself. I heard that women who exercise are also quite attractive.
Thinking so, as she walked slowly now, she still set her sights on the basketball court.
Eh?
Strange, where are the Song Jiamu people?
She took a closer look and saw that only Zhang Sheng and two boys were left pitching. The most conspicuous Song Zhutou was missing.
Without seeing anyone else, she suddenly lost the desire to run.
This guy, she came over for a jog, and he didn’t even wait for her to go home with her. Next time you play ball, don’t think about me coming over for a jog again!
Just as she was muttering, there were footsteps behind her, and she subconsciously moved to the side. Because she was running too slowly, it was common for people to overtake her.
Someone tapped her slender shoulder, startling her unexpectedly.
Looking back, Song Jiamu, who had just disappeared from the stadium, ran behind her at some point.
"Yun Shuqian, for the first time, why are you here for a run? Wait for me to go home together?"
"Ah...! You scared me to death! Why do you keep popping up from behind!"
Yun Shuqian raised her little hand to hit him.
Be gentle.
When these three words appeared in her mind, her little hand suddenly lost strength, and finally she touched Song Jiamu's chest softly.
Song Jiamu had already made a full set of defensive actions, but was stunned for a moment.
"You didn't eat?"
"..."
"Hey, don't hit, don't hit, it hurts!"
Yun Shuqian raised her little hand and slapped him on the arm, trying to satisfy this guy's strange needs.
"My hands are not big, so why does it hurt so much when I hit someone..."
"Didn't you say that I didn't eat? This will satisfy you."
"I think you don't seem to have much strength, and I'm afraid you'll faint from hunger while running without eating, and I'll have to carry you home by then."
"I have great strength."
Yun Shuqian started running again.
The girl's legs were short and her pace was slow. Song Jiamu, who had been exercising for more than a week, could easily keep up with her without any effort at all.
"If you hadn't said you were running, I would have thought you were walking."
Song Jiamu followed her, raising her frequency bit by bit. Soon Yun Shuqian felt her heartbeat speed up and her breathing become short, but she still followed him stubbornly.
"You...huh...aren't you...playing ball...huh...why are you running...here?"
"I thought you were waiting for me to come home, so I came over to find you."
"Who... wants to wait for you to... phew... go home."
"Are you going to die? I also said that I would take you for a run in the morning another day. From the looks of it, you can only run to the gate of the community."
"Who said I... can't do it... I can't do it, I can't do it anymore! Ah."
Yun Shuqian followed his pace and ran for 400 meters, but in the end she failed. Her feet gave out, she shook herself, and fell forward with a groan.
"Hey!"
Fortunately, Song Jiamu had quick eyesight and quick hands. He immediately took a step forward, put his left hand in front of her, and held her shoulders with his right hand, hugging her.
His warm breath filled her arms, and for a moment Yun Shuqian couldn't tell whether her violent heartbeat was due to movement or emotion.
"It's okay, don't show off."
She was so small that it was not difficult to hold her up at all. Song Jiamu helped her sit down on the edge of the grass.
Yun Shuqian held the grass with both hands and rested for a long time. Then he frowned and bent his knees to touch the muscles of his calf.
"It seems like I'm having a cramp..."
"You didn't do any warm-up exercises?"
"Just run around and do some warm-up exercises..."
"Where does it hurt?"
"here……"
Song Jiamu squatted down and rolled up her trouser legs. She immediately became alert: "What are you doing?"
"Didn't you say it hurts? Let me squeeze it for you."
"..."
"What's the relationship between us? You're worried that I'll take advantage of you."
"..."
Yun Shuqian calmed down and let Song Jiamu roll up her trouser legs.
She usually wears trousers most of the time. When the trouser legs are rolled up, the skin on her calves is dazzlingly white, especially on her calves, which are as tender as delicious tofu.
It was just because of some cramps that the calf muscles seemed very tight, and she didn't exercise often, so she didn't know how to do it.
Song Jiamu sat down at a right angle to her. He stretched out his legs, grabbed her ankles, and put her legs on his knees.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "For people like you who don't usually do exercise, you need to warm up by running or something, otherwise you may get cramps or strains, and the gain will outweigh the loss."
"Should I apply ice?"
"You only need to apply ice if you have a sprain. If your calf is cramped, put it in a warmer place and apply it."
Song Jiamu held her heel with one hand and her knees with the other, stretching her muscles until the tight part of her calf gradually softened.
"Does it still hurt?"
"A little bit……"
He then closed his palms and rubbed them vigorously a few times, until his palms became very hot, and his broad palms completely wrapped her delicate calves.
Yun Shuqian's eyes widened. The heat from his palm penetrated her skin, and an indescribable numbing feeling spread throughout her body like an electric current. Her heartbeat increased to full speed, and she soon died.
His face turned red.
If she massaged it, the effect would be better, but Song Jiamu didn't dare to move at this time.
His palms wrapped around her calves, and the soft feeling came from his palms. Her pale and slender calves were so slippery and soft that his heartbeat accelerated.
Yun Shuqian was completely stunned and wanted to pull his legs back, but it felt so comfortable. His palms were so hot. The soreness and swelling after running disappeared immediately under such heat, and there was still a feeling of tingling.
A tingling feeling, like ants crawling.
Are all boys’ hands so hot?! Isn’t this really magic?
After covering it for a while, Song Jiamu let go of his palm. As soon as his palm left, Yun Shuqian immediately felt the difference in temperature.
He continued to rub his palms, but the reserved girl refused to let him cover them any longer.
"Okay... okay, I'm completely fine."
She retracted her legs and hurriedly rolled down her trousers until the skin on her calves that was slightly reddened by him was completely covered.
As a hand controller, Yun Shuqian couldn't tell for a while who took advantage of whom.
Fortunately, it wasn't a cramp in her foot. Otherwise, if this foot-controlling guy had grabbed her foot, she would have died on the spot.
Song Jiamu bent his knees and sat there for a while.
Both of them sat there with their knees bent for a while.
The sunset sun fell on him, and someone was playing football on the grass. Song Jiamu watched the ball to prevent him from getting shot in the head unexpectedly.
Yun Shuqian didn't have this awareness, so most of the people hit by the football were girls walking on the playground.
She didn't know what she was thinking, so she pulled a few weeds and played with them until the fingerprints on her fingertips were stained with light green grass juice.
"Let's go, it's almost six o'clock, go home."
Song Jiamu stood up and patted the grass clippings off his butt.
Yun Shuqian also planned to get up, but she didn't stand up as gracefully as he did. She felt that her body was soft and she couldn't exert herself at the same time.
His hand appeared before her eyes.
Yun Shuqian was stunned for a moment, then stretched out his hand to hold it.
Then she felt a strong force full of security, lifting her up easily.
She withdrew her hand, patted the grass clippings on her butt, and moved her legs a little.
"Where's your bag?"
"over there."
Yun Shuqian trotted over to get her bag, Song Jiamu also followed, and the two left the school together.
On the way, he met a barbecue sausage seller. Song Jiamu bought two sausages and handed one to Yun Shuqian.
"Here, I'll give you something to eat."
"Thank you cough."
Yun Shuqian was not polite and took the sausage from his hand.
She opened her small mouth and took a bite. It was full of starch taste, and it had to be starch. If there was meat, she wouldn't be worried.
The two of them were eating and walking, and Song Jiamu patted his chest muscles.
"I don't know if it's because I've been drinking too much soy milk recently, but I feel like my chest muscles are getting bigger."
"...?"
Drinking too much soy milk will indeed stimulate a certain amount of estrogen secretion. Of course, as long as it is not drunk as water, it will not have any effect. Song Jiamu's muscle growth was entirely caused by the exercise during this period.
But as soon as he said this, Yun Shuqian was greatly shocked and snorted and ignored him.
The bus came and they got on the bus together. She stood in the corner and Song Jiamu stood in front of her.
After getting off the car, we walked into the community together and said hello to Grandpa Turtle.
Uncle Liu lit a cigarette, gave Turtle a puff, and then continued smoking himself.
I don’t know when it started, but it seemed to become a daily routine for these two guys to go home together.
Just like he can't quit smoking.
Addictive.
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(Thank you to the leader who pretended to be a fool! The boss is generous! The boss has made a fortune! The boss has someone to warm the bed every day!)