Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 119 The director has a headache (please subscribe)
"What the hell, I'm so confused..."

"Would you like to make a little movie with this beautiful lady beside you?"

Song Jiamu was stunned, and excitedly said: "Then shall I shave my head?"

A series of question marks appeared on the heads of Yun Shuqian and Yuan Caiyi.

Yuan Caiyi laughed so hard that his stomach ached: "It seems that you two are really not a family and don't go into the same house. The dirty thoughts are exactly the same."

Yun Shuqian was also speechless, glared at him and explained: "It's a micro movie! Cai Yi said that he would make a micro movie to participate in the art festival!"

Song Jiamu immediately lost interest.

Seeing Song Jiamu's lack of interest, Yuan Caiyi hurried forward and said: "Qianqian is the heroine! Don't you want to try a micro-movie about love? She really wants to try it with you, and said It's not you... umm!"

"Oh!"

Yun Shuqian's face was red and her ears were red, and she rushed over and covered Yuan Caiyi's mouth.

"Don't listen to her nonsense! Do you like to participate or not!"

"Well... what I said is true... um... Song Jiamu, you don't want to see Qianqian acting with other leading men, do you?... umm!"

The two girls talked one after the other, and after a long time, Song Jiamu finally figured it out.

It turned out that Yuan Caiyi wanted to make a microfilm to participate in the art festival in the name of the Internet Literature Society. She will be the director, and Yun Shuqian and him will be the leading actors.

"Okay."

"..."

"..."

The two girls quieted down and stopped making trouble.

Yun Shuqian withdrew her little hand covering Yuan Caiyi's mouth, holding the shuttlecock and combing the blown feathers as if nothing had happened.

Yuan Caiyi was very satisfied, nodded and said: "In this case, our leading role is determined, and the micro-movie doesn't need many roles. What we lack now is a script. If you have any ideas, you can communicate with me."

"The theme of love?"

"Beautiful men and beautiful women, if you don't make this, why should you make an inspirational film?"

Song Jiamu's eyes lit up, and a script suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Is the scale large? Can you do a fake show?"

"I just told Qianqian about this, I have to follow the director's arrangement."

"Otherwise, let's shoot a secret love theme. The heroine is madly infatuated with the handsome male protagonist, and even strips naked for nothing. Then the male protagonist brutally rejects her. In the end, the heroine is depressed and tears her face!"

"I object!"

Yun Shuqian was the first to express strong objection to Song Jiamu's script, and then she expressed her thoughts: "I suggest the opposite, the male lead is crazy about the female lead, but the male lead has a tendency to be masochistic and likes to be beaten by the female lead." Whip, the female lead rejected the male lead after discovering his eccentricity, the male lead used alcohol to get rid of his worries, but was beaten to death by a dump truck when he went out."

"What kind of ultimate bad script are you..."

"Student Song Jiamu, your script is not much better."

"Stop, stop."

Yuan Caiyi had a headache, thinking that these two guys who wrote novels could make some good scripts for her, but looking at it now, good guy, they are all using the name of scripts to fix each other.

"It seems that I should think about the script, and I will communicate with you two when I have an idea."

"Caiyi, I'm best with you." Yun Shuqian blinked at her quickly.

"Then you have to sleep with me." Yuan Caiyi smirked.

"Okay, okay." Yun Shuqian said.

"I can also sleep with you two." Song Jiamu added.

Then I received the supercilious looks from two girls.

"Don't worry, I understand, I will take care of you." Yuan Caiyi whispered in Yun Shuqian's ear.

In this way, Yun Shuqian was relieved, as expected, picking clothes was reliable.

"I'm leaving, bye~"

Yuan Caiyi packed his things and went back to the dormitory.

Yun Shuqian also packed the racket, put it on her shoulder, and walked towards the electric car with Song Jiamu.

She was in a good mood, imagining that Yuan Caiyi would arrange for her many scenes of violently beating Song Zhutou.

Girls, have all fantasized about being a star, no matter how bad it is to make a small movie or something, to leave the best moments of youth, and to reminisce often in the future.

Like playing house when I was a child, it is actually a desire to play, including writing books, to experience different lives under different identities.

"Then when do you plan to shoot this? May Day?"

"Not so fast, anyway, next month, Caiyi hasn't found the script yet."

"It always feels like a joke."

"You have to take it seriously!"

Yun Shuqian looked up at him and said, "This is the next club event of our online literature club. The goal is to at least be shortlisted in the works of the art festival... No, it will be awarded!"

Even before the May Day activities started, she had already decided on the next club activity, which made Song Jiamu look forward to the president's power.

When we came to the electric vehicle parking area, there were densely packed bicycles and electric vehicles. Song Jiamu usually came early, and the cars were always surrounded by the innermost side.

Yun Shuqian wanted to help move it, but Song Jiamu didn't need her to move it. Her hands are so tender and her strength is so weak, it would be ugly to make bubbles.

"Help me with my schoolbag."

"Oh."

Yun Shuqian hugged his schoolbag in her arms. Song Jiamu's schoolbag was black and very big. She held it in both hands, with a badminton racket bag on her shoulder. She stood behind him with a cute face.

Song Jiamu bent down to move the bicycles away. He was still wearing the ball uniform, and he looked very good with the girl who was carrying the racket behind her and holding his schoolbag.

I have to say that Yuan Caiyi's eyesight is very good, like Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian, they are suitable for shooting micro-movies about campus love. From the perspective of passers-by, the current picture is - dusk after school, sunset, teaching The building, the golden light, the teenagers and girls who are going to ride home together, the youthful flavor comes out.

Song Jiamu parked the car in front of Yun Shuqian, put his feet firmly on the ground, reached out to take the schoolbag in her hand, and carried it on his chest in turn.

The girl didn't need him to call, she supported his shoulders, raised her legs and sat on the back seat of the car, and took off the beats on her shoulders and placed them across her tight thighs.

After the two put on the helmets, she naturally reached out and hugged his waist.

The electric car made a low engine sound, Song Jiamu put his legs away and drove towards the school gate.

Although she is used to taking his electric car home, Yun Shuqian would still pull down the mask to cover her small face when she was in the campus, and when she was out of the school gate, she would pull up the mask and enjoy the wind blowing in front of him. wind of.

"You stink! Super super stinky!"

"I just sweated, where does it stink?"

"The head stinks, the neck stinks, and the creaking nest also stinks."

"You sniffed me again?"

"Who heard you?"

The girl was ashamed and twisted his waist.

"Can you act?" Song Jiamu asked.

Yun Shuqian gently touched the place where she had twisted just now with her small hands, and even slightly hugged his lower abdomen, her voice suddenly became very soft:
"Brother-in-law~! Tell me what to do if my sister finds out, I, I shouldn't be pregnant..."

"..."

When the red light came on, Song Jiamu's car nodded abruptly, and the girl behind him jumped on his back with a thud.

"Almost forgot, you Oscar queen!"

"You're going to die."

"Don't make trouble, drive safely."

Song Jiamu said: "I sent a message to my mother, I'm going to your house for dinner tonight, shall we make dumplings?"

"Ah."

Yun Shuqian nodded.

She seemed to be getting more and more used to such strange things. Even though his family had food to eat, he would secretly go to her house to cook with her.

"What do you think if Auntie finds out?"

"Are you still acting?"

"I didn't act!"

The conscience of heaven and earth, Yun Shuqian thought that if his uncle and aunt found out that he was cooking and eating with her at her house, she didn't know how to explain it.

What did she think of again: "Then what should my parents do when they come back?"

"When will uncle and aunt come back?"

"It's just May Day, but they have to be quarantined for half a month when they come back. They should not go home until mid-May..."

Thinking about it like this, Yun Shuqian actually felt like she didn't want her parents to go home so soon, she obviously missed them a while ago?
The girl who is as smart as a monkey quickly found out the answer. It should be that she has started coding recently. As we all know, work is addictive and makes people forget to miss, so she didn't miss her father so much recently. Damn.

"Then when they come back, I'll go to your house to grab a meal. I haven't eaten the dishes made by my aunt for a long time. Auntie said that she will cook for me when she comes back."

"...you often chat with my mother?"

"You even eat your mother's jealousy? Ah... don't pinch, don't pinch."

"Song Jiamu, be serious!"

When the green light came on, Song Jiamu rubbed his red thigh from her pinching, and slowly started the electric car.

"It's not very often, it's like talking a few times a day or two, mainly because your mother asked me about your recent affairs."

"Then, what do you say?"

"I just say you study, code words, and engage in club activities with me."

"Gone?"

"Gone."

"Really?"

"real."

"..."

Yun Shuqian breathed a sigh of relief, if Song Jiamu said something to his mother, "I cook with your daughter every day", "I'm still typing on your daughter's bed", "I even hugged your daughter" and so on. Strange thing, she was going to hammer him to death.

Electric cars have been leisurely driving to the market.

Yun Shuqian bought meat, shrimp, a stack of dumpling wrappers, and some fresh shiitake mushrooms.

Song Jiamu was in charge of carrying the dishes and followed behind her.

The girl enjoys more and more people helping to carry the vegetables. She thinks that the princess should be like this when she buys vegetables. There is a general in military uniform behind her carrying vegetables to protect her. The princess's white and tender hands don't need to be dirty. .

After buying vegetables, I went back to the electric car.

The sweat on Song Jiamu's body has dried up, but the pink Hello Kitty on his left shoulder is still firmly on his skin, only the edges of the handwriting are slightly discolored.

Yun Shuqian gently touched this Hello Kitty with the tip of her index finger. She was very satisfied with her work.

Song Jiamu turned his head to look at this Hello Kitty. Yun Shuqian did draw it cutely, but he was a man! 1.8 meters three macho!This adorable Hello Kitty on the shoulder is against harmony no matter how you look at it.

"I'll wash it off when I go to your house to take a shower later."

"No."

Yun Shuqian said: "I would like to admit defeat. We agreed to keep it until after the bath. Anyway, you have to wash it once when you go home, so you can wash it off when you go back."

She tilted her head again and asked curiously, "Did Zhang Sheng and the others laugh at you when you were playing just now?"

"Isn't this nonsense, I'm going to be laughed at to death."

"Did you tell them who painted it? If you say it's me, you're dead."

Song Jiamu's Adam's apple rolled, but he didn't answer.

But Yun Shuqian had already guessed it.

She pretended not to know and didn't pinch him, but she was in an inexplicably good mood.

"I've figured it out," he said.

"what?"

"When you lose, I'll draw Ultraman on your shoulder."

"……I do not want!"

(End of this chapter)