Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 122 You Step On My Heart

"Kawaii~! This Ultraman..."

"You, how do you know it was painted by Song Jiamu?!"

In order to win the leading role in the movie, Yun Shuqian went to the girls' dormitory at noon on Friday to meet Yuan Caiyi.

The two girls crawled onto the bed. Now that the weather is getting hot, everyone's clothes are much cooler, and they are more intimate when they stick together.

"No wonder I said why you are still wearing a thin coat today. It turns out that you have Ultraman hidden on your shoulders!"

Yuan Caiyi looked at Yun Shuqian's shoulder curiously, and laughed while watching.

Yun Shuqian was thin-skinned, and she blushed a little when she looked at her. The more she covered her, the more Yuan Caiyi wanted to look at her.

"Don't make trouble picking clothes, it's ugly."

"Then you don't wash it off?"

"...He won't allow me to wash it."

"When did you draw it?"

"Last night..."

Yuan Caiyi suddenly leaned into her ear and asked in a low voice, "Didn't you give it to him?"

"What did you give him... You, how do you know that I gave him the key?! I just gave it to him temporarily!"

"You gave him all the keys! Didn't he come in just because he wanted to?"

"No, I have the key."

Yun Shuqian was speechless, and only then did she understand what she just said, and pinched her in embarrassment: "I didn't give him what you said! How is it possible?! We are just friends!"

"I see."

Yuan Caiyi giggled, and began to look at the Ultraman on her shoulder again.

"There is still a little heart. It seems that Song Jiamu is not as pig-headed as you said. It's quite romantic."

"Caiyi, you have been dazzled by love. Spelling and so on are normal things between friends."

"How about painting on the opponent's arm?"

"...It's also normal, it's a bet after all."

"Well, I will also find my boyfriend on May Day and ask him to draw an Ultraman on my shoulder."

Hearing what she said, Yun Shuqian was thinking that the Ultraman drawn by Caiyi's boyfriend must not be as cute as Song Jiamu's.

After Song Jiamu went back last night, she looked in the mirror for a long time and took a lot of photos. It didn't look like she wanted to wash Ultraman off at all.

We all know that she doesn't sleep well, but Yun Shuqian slept very well last night, and Ultraman was on her left shoulder, and she was reluctant to sleep on the left side, for fear that the pattern would be blurred.

The girl also has an explanation for this - because she is a person who is willing to gamble and admit defeat, and keeps her promise, if she agrees to keep it for one day, then keep it for one day.

"Have you thought about your script yet?" Yun Shuqian changed the subject.

"How can it be so fast, but you two, when you go out to play on May [-]st, can you take some more material or something, maybe it will be useful at that time."

"What material can I get when I go out to play..."

Yun Shu made a slip of the tongue and quickly corrected it: "I mean, the materials we collect are different from the materials you use for microfilms."

"Okay, okay, go to sleep, my stubborn baby."

"Disgusting."

Yuan Caiyi stretched out her fingers to pinch Yun Shuqian's mouth, and she turned into a depressed Kodak.

……

Today, Friday, is a short day for receiving and recommending websites. Whenever it is 55:[-] pm at this time, some people are happy and some are worried.

Considering that there might be a delay in the system's short message, Song Jiamu set an alarm clock at 56:[-].

In the sunny afternoon, he took a nap in the gazebo.

Song Jiamu suddenly felt that the website was very considerate. This time coincided with the time when most people woke up from a nap. If it was scheduled to come at one or two o'clock in the middle of the night, many people would not be able to fall asleep, right?

The big boss author is not listed here, because when the big boss author opens the book, the recommendations until it goes on the shelves have already been lined up.

Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian also dreamed of such a day.

Before the alarm clock rang, Song Jiamu woke up. He had been squinting for half an hour, and his biological clock would be messed up if he slept again. He didn't look at his phone, took out the words and began to memorize them.

In June, there will be CET-[-]. Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian plan to take CET-[-] in their freshman year, then CET-[-] in their sophomore year, and prepare for the postgraduate entrance examination in their junior and senior years.

If you really have to graduate from graduate school to consider marriage, then the general marriage must be arranged after the age of 25, and the age of modern people getting married is getting later and later.

But fortunately, you can get a marriage certificate if you go to university. I heard that there are schools that give you extra points, but it's a pity that Suzhou University doesn't have one.

I used to think that memorizing words was annoying, but now Song Jiamu regards memorizing words as a kind of practice, no matter whether it is upset, irritable, or inattentive, after memorizing a few words, my heart will gradually calm down down.

The alarm in his pocket rang.

Song Jiamu put down his vocabulary book, took a sip of the runaway Coke, and then took out his phone from his pocket.

Click on the writer's assistant, and on the writer's consultation column, there is an extra bright red dot prompt that looks like a red fruit.

He clicked on it, and his eyes immediately fell on the center of the short paragraph: "... recommended by the popular series of the city channel..."

In an instant, I felt that the Coke that had run out of gas was filled with gas again, and a certain joyful emotion bloomed in my heart like a Coke.

Immediately, he switched to WeChat again, clicked on the chat box of the top contact, Yun Zhupo, and was typing, when her message popped up first.

Yun Zhupo: "Pig head, have you pushed the water yet?"

Song Zhutou: "What about you?"

Neither of them was in a hurry to tell the other party that their recommendation had arrived. At this moment, they tacitly worried that the other party's recommendation hadn't arrived yet. Although they were fighting all the time, they didn't want the other party to hit a wall when it came to the recommendation.

Yun Zhupo: "It's here, how about you, how about you, have you arrived yet?"

Song Zhutou: "It's here."

The moment they saw each other's news, both parties once again experienced the joy of receiving a recommendation.

Good guy, writing a book, you can actually receive two joys?

Cloud pig woman: "[Funny]"

Song Zhutou: "【Funny】【Funny】"

Yunzhupo: "[Catch the funny beat]"

Yun Zhupo: "So what is your test of the waters? It must be a popular category, but it doesn't matter. Your book is only less than [-] words. It is almost okay to test the waters."

Song Zhutou: "Please don't comfort yourself, brother mine is a popular serial with an app."

Yun Zhupo: "I'm also a popular serial! Then we will be recommended in the same channel at the same time!"

Song Zhutou: "Then you are miserable. If you compete with me, you may lose the recommendation in the next round."

Yun pig woman: "Worry about yourself first, pig head!"

There are good and bad recommendations. The worst category is the popular category. It doesn’t even have an app.

Popular serialization can be regarded as a regular test of the water. With an app, generally the number of words is small and the quality is not bad, you will test the water for popular serialization, and then go to the selection of new books, and then push it by category. If the opportunity hits the homepage, the recommended site traffic will be very large at this time.

After all, few readers will click into the channel to find new books that are less than tens of thousands of words. Most people look for books from the list or homepage recommendations.

The two of them have written many books, but at most they have stopped at nothing, and they have never tried to push something on the Sanjiang homepage.

In short, the fact that their new book of less than [-] words can be serialized to test the popularity shows that there is still potential, at least the editor thinks it is okay, so if the quality is guaranteed, there is still a lot of room for future development.

There was no class on Friday afternoon, and Song Jiamu could continue to recite vocabulary with peace of mind after receiving the short notice.

Many students who didn't have classes this afternoon all went home with their luggage on their backs. This year's May Day was a five-day holiday. Although it was a short break, it was still a short holiday.

Yun Shuqian and Yuan Caiyi walked out of the dormitory, and Yuan Caiyi also carried a gray backpack on his back.

"Then you stayed with your boyfriend for five days?"

"No, five days! Who can stand it, go find him tonight, play with him tomorrow, and then go home."

"Don't you miss him very much, why can't you bear it?"

"You will know later, hee hee, I'm leaving, goodbye~"

"Goodbye~"

Yuan Caiyi put on the earphones, hummed and left.

Yun Shuqian didn't know whether she should be envious of her, but she was envious because Caiyi had a boyfriend, and maybe there would be a kiss and hug that the girl was looking forward to.

Let’s say I’m not envious, it’s because Caiyi and her boyfriend are in a long-distance relationship, and it’s not entirely a long-distance relationship. They are both in southern Jiangsu, but the university is different, and it takes an hour to go there by car.

Fortunately, she and Song Jiamu are close, and they can see each other almost every day. Even in the most recent dream, he appears frequently.

Bah, why am I making an analogy with Song Zhutou?

That's her boyfriend, and Zhutou Song is a nuisance.

She didn't need to ask Song Jiamu, she knew where he was at the moment, she turned a corner and walked towards the small gazebo.

Song Jiamu had already finished memorizing today's vocabulary. He took his mobile phone and found an article. It was in Chinese, and he read it while translating. It was a good way to practice speaking.

He faced the artificial lake outside the kiosk, and read aloud very seriously, not noticing the girl who quietly walked up behind him.

Seeing that he didn't pay attention, Yun Shuqian became even quieter, raising her little hand to pat him unpreparedly, her big smart eyes looked expectant, and the corners of her mouth had a smirk, as if Song Jiamu was startled by her, she will look very happy.

"If someone walks past me..."

Translation: If someone walks by me, I can also hear your footsteps, because others are on the ground, but you are on my heart.

Yun Shuqian stopped with her hand raised in mid-air.

He heard her footsteps? !
Still stepped on his heart? !

...Shameless!shameless!Can you say all this? !

But he didn't interrupt him, and quietly listened to him reading English.

Song Jiamu turned his head.

Yun Shuqian, who was in a daze, was taken aback by him, and slapped down the little hand raised in the air: "Why are you turning around suddenly! It's so scary!"

"..."

Song Jiamu shrank his shoulders and dodged.

"Hey... don't hit, don't hit, obviously you hid behind me, why did I scare you?"

"You, you heard me coming?"

"No."

"Then what did you read just now?"

"Article."

Yun Shu superficially lost interest in killing him.

"Oh, did you hear me practicing my spoken English? How about it, have you improved a lot?"

"The grammar is full of mistakes."

Yun Shuqian didn't bother to pay attention to him, she tugged at the strap of the bag on her chest, and said, "Let's go."

"where to?"

Song Jiamu crushed the Coke can, put it in the trash can, stuffed the book back into the schoolbag, and straddled it with one shoulder.

"Do nucleic acid, how do you get into the high-speed rail station without a nucleic acid report."

"I almost forgot if you didn't mention it."

The high-speed rail tickets for the two have already been bought. Now that the domestic epidemic is stable, travel is not restricted. Yun Shuqian's parents will return to China in May, but they will have to be quarantined for half a month when they come back.

"Did you wear a mask?"

"There is a schoolbag."

Song Jiamu took out a mask and gave Yun Shuqian one as well.

Sunan usually doesn't need to wear a mask anymore, but it has become a habit for many people to wear a mask now. Since everyone wears a mask, there seem to be more beauties on the street.

Yun Shuqian put on the mask. Her face was originally small, but the mask looked bigger. After covering her mouth and nose, her eyes looked extra big. Her eyes were beautiful, big and bright, full of girlishness.

The mask, like the helmet, is the favorite sand of ostriches. After wearing the mask, even though the school is quite crowded at the moment, Yun Shuqian can boldly walk side by side with Song Jiamu.

The school has a convenient nucleic acid testing site. Because of the May Day holiday, many students are queuing here.

Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian were at the back of the line, one meter away from the people in front and behind, but the distance between them was only thirty centimeters.

Today's weather is good and the sun is good. It's only three o'clock in the afternoon. The other girls have already put up their umbrellas for fear of getting sunburned.

Song Jiamu adjusted his position, so that the slanting sunlight in the afternoon shone on him, and then a slanting shadow was drawn from in front of him, which just shrouded the petite cloud in the shadow.

"Hey, Yun Shuqian, you are in my shadow."

"Childish ghost~"

"Don't you think I'm very caring? I've protected you completely."

"That's also because I'm short."

"You know that too?"

"...Go to hell!"

Yun Shuqian stepped on him.

Looking down, this guy gestured for a shadow with his arms, like a snake, she gestured for an eagle, and used the shadow to peck the childish snake.

Well, she admitted that Song Jiamu lowered her IQ even when she was sometimes as smart as a monkey.

But with Song Jiamu by his side, it seemed that even queuing up wasn't boring anymore.

Although the line was long, it felt like the two of them arrived soon.

An old aunt was in charge of sampling. After registering the information, she took out a long throat swab.

Yun Shuqian sat down on the chair in front of the table and pulled off the mask.

"Open your mouth a little bit."

Yun Shuqian opened her mouth obediently.

The long cotton swab stirred her throat a few times, the girl felt a little itchy and nauseated, and retched.

Sure enough, the feeling of poking a cotton swab in your mouth when doing nucleic acid is the most annoying.

(End of this chapter)