Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 15 Defining Relationships

The morning class was a little boring.

Is it the reason of spring sleepiness or the teacher can't teach?

Although bickering with Yun Shuqian all day long, Song Jiamu really wants to talk to someone at this moment, but he can predict that she will definitely say, "You are not only sleepy in spring, but also tired in summer, tired in autumn, and napped in winter. If you sleep, I will tell my aunt. '

In high school, Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian were at the same table for three years. Thanks to her, under the threat of her daily complaints, he didn't dare to be lazy and was admitted to Su University.

But since college, he has never sat at the same table with her again.

His base is at the back of the classroom, and Yun Shuqian always sits in the first three rows. In the class, he and she live outside the school. No one would have guessed that he and Yun Shuqian are neighbors and have known each other for a long time. .

If it wasn't for the bad smell in the back row today, Song Jiamu wouldn't sit in the front. The scenery in front is different from the back row. The teacher's face looks bigger, and it's not convenient to play with the phone.

When bored, Song Jiamu looked at Yun Shuqian in front of him.

She is very serious in class.

Sitting with her back straight and her legs in a ladylike posture, Song Jiamu could see her notebook, which was full of page after page, with neat and beautiful handwriting, and some knowledge points had additional analysis.

It seems that since junior high school, she has been taking notes so seriously. Could it be that she borrowed them for me?

Song Jiamu thought this way, he borrowed notes from her not once or twice.

Almost every time it was time for an exam, he would borrow notes from her. Yun Shuqian couldn't be said to be straightforward, first she made some sour remarks, then turned around and left, but the next day her notebook would always appear on Song Jiamu's desktop.

Actually, Song Jiamu also knew that Yun Shuqian was a pretty good person, but he had a mouth.

If you were gentler, you wouldn't be single until now, would you?

Song Jiamu had a hunch that Yun Shuqian would have to be alone for at least ten or eight years, and in the end he didn't know which unlucky guy married her back home.

He took a look at his relationship with Yun Shuqian, childhood sweetheart?That certainly doesn't count, childhood sweethearts refer to young men and women who have been friends since childhood, and he and Yun Shuqian belong to the existence of wanting each other to fall when they go out.

That's a good friend?Whose good friends quarrel like this all day long, wishing they could fight until they hit the bed.

But if you want to say something annoying, I really can't say it... It's just that Song Jiamu's blood pressure can't be controlled to rise as soon as she speaks.

Therefore, to define this relationship, Song Jiamu thinks it would be like this - an ordinary single friend of the opposite sex who is most familiar and makes people feel uncomfortable every time he speaks.

The March wind blows into the classroom, stirring the girl's hair. This most familiar single friend of the opposite sex, who makes people feel uncomfortable when she speaks, bends her delicate fingers, and pulls the hair that has been blown by the wind back into the classroom. behind the ear.

At this time, the boy who was comfortable and sleepy because of such a mild weather, the pen that was turning in his hand would fall, and it would fall to the ground with two clicks.

Yun Shuqian kept her head still, glanced down, and saw the pen near her little white shoes.

There was no reaction, as if he didn't see it, and scolded him a fool in his heart by the way.

How many times has this happened?From junior high school to high school, the pens she picked up for him could have been poked across the strait together!

Sure enough, after a while, someone carefully poked her on the back.

"……what?"

"Well, pick up a pen for me..."

"..."

Yun Shuqian gave him a hard look, then bent down to pick up the pen at her feet, without turning her head, and handed it to him from behind her shoulder, until he took the pen away, she continued to attend class and take notes.

Song Jiamu breathed a sigh of relief, it was really dangerous, his pen was almost confiscated by her, usually if she was asked to pick up the pen more than three times in the same day, then the third time, the pen would not come back, so In the three years of high school, Yun Shuqian never spent a penny on a pen.

The so-called food addiction, Song Jiamu's pen-turning skills need to be improved, but now he has restrained himself a little, and only dared to change the pen in small increments.

Maybe it was because the teacher's lecture was really boring today, and a girl behind him handed him a piece of paper.

Song Jiamu turned his head curiously, and saw the gossiping smiles in the eyes of the two girls behind him.

Open the note: [Are you interested in the monitor? 】

The squad leader is naturally cloudless.

Song Jiamu wrote furiously: [Are you kidding me? 】

[It seems that your relationship is very good! 】

【That must be your mistake】

Song Jiamu continued to reply to the note, wondering what went wrong?How come some people still think that he and Yun Shuqian are having an affair since elementary school? It's obvious that he and she are about to have sex.

【Qianqian is very beautiful】

【I am face blind】

[Then is she interested in you? 】

【How did you infer this...】

【It feels like she treats you differently from other boys】

Song Jiamu thought to himself, that must be different, what a bad attitude towards me.

It is also said that girls' sixth sense is accurate, but it turns out that it is all fake.

Song Jiamu didn't reply to the little note anymore. He just entered the university campus and opened up about the love affair. For girls in their 20s and [-]s, gossip and CP are definitely more interesting than studying.

After thinking about it, he picked up the small note and replied: [Then you might as well ask her]

[We have already asked, Qianqian said that I hate you the most, hehe, it seems that you really did something to be sorry for others]

【? 】

Song Jiamu felt sad, and there was indeed a problem with education.

Yun Shuqian likes him?This is really the most outrageous reading comprehension!Nu Wa can't make up for this brain hole!
Qingmei is doomed to be no match for Tianxiang, Song Jiamu is looking forward to the "Zhaidai" Tianxiang, and when the time comes, she will leave the order, so let's say goodbye to Yun Shuqian.

……

between classes.

The class became lively again, and the teacher probably also smelled the strange smell in the second half of the classroom, so he didn't go far behind in a class.

Song Jiamu was lying on the table playing with his mobile phone, raising his eyes from time to time to look at the podium, where Yun Shuqian was holding a notebook and asking the teacher for advice.

When she was in high school, she was secretly dubbed as 'fake and prudish'. At that time, Song Jiamu was helping her to speak. She was really studying hard, not some kind of pretending. Song Jiamu knew better than anyone else. .

Of course, Yun Shuqian didn't care what other people thought of her, and naturally she didn't know that Song Jiamu, a bastard, had helped her argue.

Except for Song Jiamu, she is too lazy to make other people's 'small reports'

On this point, Song Jiamu was extremely aggrieved...

She really owed her in her previous life.

I was bored scrolling through the school forum, and sure enough, there were many posts about recruiting new clubs.

He was completely uninterested until a post in a corner caught his attention.

[Network Literature Research Institute is recruiting! 】

Hey, someone actually created it?
Song Jiamu regained his spirits all of a sudden.

(End of this chapter)