After dinner in the evening, Song Jiamu returned to his room to code.
If you didn't work hard before, you wouldn't know it. After working hard recently, Song Jiamu realized that hard work is also very addictive!
Even though there was no character attribute table to look at, he felt like he was getting stronger every day, which made him want to stop.
Inexplicably, I thought of a joke, it was about a girl who wanted to chase a boy, and then the girl went to play League of Legends and wanted to play with the boy, but after a month, the girl forgot about the boy.
But Song Jiamu was okay. Although studying was quite addictive, he didn't forget that his goal after hard work was to reconcile with that guy.
Is it really just reconciliation...
Yes...
Whenever this sentence comes to his mind, Song Jiamu feels a little confused. In short, he should reconcile first.
After getting along with each other for a new week, Song Jiamu felt that his relationship with Yun Shuqian was getting closer. Unfortunately, there was no strategy progress bar to see, and he didn't know how far the reconciliation between the two was now.
If the best standard in the world is that we can eat the same candy together, hold hands, sleep in the same bed, and even watch kisses in TV dramas and say, "How about we give it a try," then it seems like now
Not even close...
You have to keep working hard.
Song Jiamu typed on the keyboard quickly, and a crackling sound came from the room. He was using a mechanical keyboard with a blue axis. He liked the percussive feeling.
These days, he has been typing words in the evenings and has some manuscripts in hand. He estimates that he will finish the book tonight, after all, he has already prepared the closing remarks.
The data displayed in the background is currently 960,000 words. Adding the 40,000 words of manuscripts in his hand, it is just over 1 million words. The average figure is more than 1,300 words. It took about seven months to write in total.
time.
Although he is still considered a small-time author in this industry, this book also brought him more than 30,000 yuan in royalties, which is not bad. After all, he is only a student and does not have the pressure of renting a house and other living expenses. Compared with other students in the class,
Other students can earn more by working part-time jobs on weekends.
This is also one of the reasons why he writes novels. Firstly, it is a hobby of his, and secondly, it also provides a relatively good part-time income.
It's just that the current focus is still on learning. He is still young and doesn't feel the need to devote himself to it. After all, the industry has changed a lot. If it is not a group of people with good grades, it is still very risky to work full-time.
Yun Shuqian's royalties are similar to his, but she definitely has more money in her pocket than him because she also has a scholarship.
Song Jiamu also has a savings of 40,000 yuan in his card, including his usual New Year's money and so on. He uses his own money for basic daily expenses.
Of course, no one would dislike having a lot of money, and Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian are no exception. If his next book can be a high-quality one, maybe he can buy his own car, the kind with four wheels.
!
He likes cars very much. He took the driver's license test during the summer vacation of his senior year in high school. He rarely drives, but only in books.
You may not believe it, but Yun Shuqian also signed up to learn to drive during the summer vacation of her senior year of high school. Naturally, the two of them had not made an appointment. They both chose a driving school near the community, and then they bumped into each other on the first day of driving practice.
Son.
It's a coincidence, but it's inevitable.
Unlike Song Jiamu, Yun Shuqian was often scolded by the coach when she was practicing driving, saying that she would be a roadkill sooner or later.
Whenever this happened, Song Jiamu would whistle proudly in front of her.
When the two were practicing driving, they would alternate exercises, and her seat would always be pulled forward, as if she was trying to feed milk to the steering wheel.
Every time Song Jiamu came after her, he had to adjust his seat from beginning to end.
When it came time to take the exams for subjects two and three, I don’t know how she got through it. She actually passed it in one try. On the contrary, Song Jiamu was overconfident and failed the exam once for subject two and only passed the make-up exam the second time.
Yun Shuqian whistled proudly in front of him, but she couldn't whistle either, and the sound she made was like a hen's clucking after laying an egg.
In this regard, Song Jiamu understood another truth. The reason why a big boss in a certain field can become a big boss is because the big boss has made all the mistakes he can make and corrected them one by one.
What does Yun Shuqian want to save money for? She usually doesn't spend money randomly. She saves it all like a little squirrel hoarding nuts. She definitely doesn't want to buy a car. Could it be used as a dowry?
While Song Jiamu was typing words, Yun Shuqian came to his house.
"Qianqian comes to find Jiamu, come in quickly, come in quickly."
"Uh-huh!"
Yun Shuqian had just taken a shower, and she smelled fragrant. She was wearing home casual clothes and a pair of Doraemon blue slippers.
"Hey, what about every year..."
"It should be in Jiamu's room."
After my mother finished speaking, she seemed to be very sleepy, yawned, left the living room and went back to her room.
Now that no one was in the living room, Yun Shuqian felt much more at ease. He walked straight to Song Jiamu's room and knocked lightly on the door.
She didn't dare to open the door and go in like she did when she was a child. Caiyi said that when boys are alone in the room and close the door, they tend to consume tissues quickly.
After waiting for three seconds, she turned the door handle and opened the door a little.
Peering through the crack in the door, Song Jiamu was typing at the computer desk. He turned to look at her and said, "Come in and sit down."
"I'm looking for it every year."
"Meow~"
Nian Nian was in bed, lying on the quilt, and said hello to her, saying it was soft here.
Since the cat told her to come in, she came in.
Yun Shuqian squeezed in through the crack in the door reservedly, and then closed the door quietly.
"Why don't you put an extra chair in the room."
She said this as if there was nothing she could do about it. Before Song Jiamu could say, "You can move one outside," she sat down beside his bed.
As expected, the bed is still comfortable to sit on.
Excluding her childhood, this is the second time she has been to his room. She likes such a small space.
Yun Shuqian first sat obediently by the bed, then jumped into her arms every year. After playing with her for a while, she ran to the inside of the bed. She kicked off her slippers and climbed into the bed with the cat.
went.
"Code?"
Yun Shuqian knew what was going on, so she opened his quilt and slipped her calves in. She was leaning against the wall, right behind Song Jiamu, so he couldn't see her little movements.
"Yes, I'm about to finish the update!" Song Jiamu's voice was a little excited.
"What? Are you going to finish it? You should be able to write tens of thousands more words, right?"
"Have you followed up on my books?"
"...Whoever reads your book is going to die."
"I have a manuscript of 40,000 words. I will publish it as soon as I finish it."
Ever since this guy blew up his own book last time, he didn't mind this kind of thing at all, but Yun Shuqian was at a disadvantage.
When she saw him coding, she stopped disturbing him.
Pull the quilt up a little further and take his pillow over.
The pillowcase was removed, leaving only a pillow core.
She looked again and saw that the pile of clothes at the end of the bed that had just been collected was piled here haphazardly, and the freshly washed pillowcases were also there.
Yun Shuqian crawled over, opened his pillowcase, carefully put the pillow core on, stuffed the four corners flat, and patted it again.
Seeing that his messy pile of clothes was really not pleasing to the eye, I muttered in a low voice and acted obsessive-compulsive disorder, folding his clothes one by one.
The underwear was also inside, but she didn't touch it. After folding the other clothes, she covered his pants so that the pants could no longer be seen.
Perfect.
After doing this, she leaned against the wall again, pulled his quilt to cover the area below her chest, and soon felt warm.
Yun Shuqian secretly sniffed his quilt.
It had a... faint smell of shower gel, a bit like the feeling she got when she threw herself into his arms after sweating a little. The smell was so light that she couldn't help but smell it carefully.
Song Jiamu suddenly turned around, almost frightening her to death.
"I have my notebook in my schoolbag. If you are bored, you can take it out and watch a movie. Remember to wear headphones."
"Isn't there an iPad? I use this to read..."
Yun Shuqian saw the iPad beside his bedside table and was about to crawl over to get it.
For watching videos in bed, the iPad is better.
"What's the password?"
"...!"
Seeing that she was holding the iPad in her hand, Song Jiamu panicked, and quickly stood up and took out the laptop in his bag for her. He also took the iPad away from her hand. If she saw the educational film inside,
It's amazing, as a normal boy, this is a normal thing, but if a girl discovers such a normal thing, it is very abnormal.
Although he hid it in a folder in the corner, he didn't think that Yun Shuqian would play with the iPad obediently. She just liked to look for things in the corner.
"There's a game hanging inside me. I'm doing a task. You can't move. You can use your notebook to read it. The password is my birthday."
"Nervous..."
Yun Shuqian read it on his notebook and skillfully entered his birthday of 20020520. They were the same age and month. She was born one day later than him. After the new year, she would be called twenty years old. But there was still more than a month before the two of them were born.
Over twenty years old.
Time flies so fast. I still remember that in 2012, they were only ten years old. At that time, they felt that 2020 was very far away.
Opening his notebook, which he usually brought with him to class, she felt free to look through the contents inside.
Yun Shuqian flipped left and right, looking at his homework and other things, then clicked on a drama, put on his headphones, and ran into her arms every year, and the girl and Mao were watching the drama together.
"Is there any sugar?"
"Here, here are the wedding candies my dad brought back from their banquet last week."
Yun Shuqian peeled off a candy and ate it sweetly.
There were no new dramas or movies that were good to watch, so Yun Shuqian watched Charlotte and Ma Dongmei again. She had already watched it three times and still thought it was good.
Whenever Yuan Hua's exclusive BGM sounds, she will always snicker with joy.
Song Jiamu did not look back at her, but quietly adjusted the angle of the small mirror on the table so that he could see her.
The girl covered him with the quilt, leaning against the poster on the wall. The smile on her lips and the happiness in her eyes...
She looked up, saw the small mirror, and saw his eyes.
Song Jiamu pushed the mirror and pretended that nothing happened.