Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 29 Sherlock Holmes

When Song Jiamu came to the classroom, there were already a lot of people.

Originally, he wanted to have breakfast with Yun Shuqian, but she ran away fast, so he went to eat noodles by himself.

If it was the past, it would be quite normal for her to refuse to stay with him, but since the possibility of suspecting that Zhai Dai was her last night, Song Jiamu felt that she was guilty more and more.

He entered the classroom through the back door, glanced at the front of the classroom, and easily found Yun Shuqian sitting on the seat.

She was sitting with Yuan Caiyi, and the two of them were whispering something ulterior.

Seemingly feeling something, she turned her head and met Song Jiamu's eyes.

Song Jiamu quickly avoided his eyes, looked at the ceiling, and walked in chewing gum like a fool.

It wasn't until he found a seat at the back to sit down that Song Jiamu regretted it a little. Why am I guilty?

Sure enough, the skin is not thick enough!You have to meet her four eyes and see who will lose first!
The chair next to him was pulled away, and another idiot sat down beside him.

Song Jiamu subconsciously covered his mouth and nose.

"Hey! It doesn't stink anymore! Our dormitory smells so good now!"

Zhang Sheng tugged at his clothes, and sure enough, through his fingers, Song Jiamu also smelled a strong scent of toilet water mixed with disinfectant.

"What did you do?"

"What else can I do, the school does not agree to change the dormitory, the toilet has been repaired, and someone cleaned it up, we washed it several times yesterday afternoon, and used up several bottles of disinfectant and toilet water."

"...Sorry, the large intestine that has been filled with feces is delicious, and the dormitory that has been soaked in feces may not be impossible to live in."

"Can this be the same!"

Chatting with a few boys, the teacher who taught the class also came.

There is no essential difference between the university classroom and the high school classroom. The main difference is that the degree of freedom is higher.

There are no fixed classrooms, no fixed seats, and even mobile phones and computers can be placed on the table.

If there are couples in the class who are together, they will find a corner and secretly hold hands under the table.

Thanks to Yun Shuqian, Song Jiamu hadn't held hands with other girls yet, and he didn't even dare to skip class.

While listening to the class, I put my mobile phone on the book, and on the screen were thousands of sentences "Pervert! Pervert!" sent by the nerd last night.

Taking advantage of being bored now, he deleted them locally one by one.

"I'm going, Jiamu, what are you talking about with others? Even a pervert like me thinks you are so perverted!" Zhang Sheng on the side couldn't help admiring.

"What, it's the Internet pumping."

"I'll see."

"roll roll roll."

Fortunately, there is a batch delete function. Even so, Song Jiamu took a lot of effort to delete all these "perverted! Perverted!".

He turned off the phone screen, looked through the crowd, and landed on Yun Shuqian in front of him.

She listened carefully to the class, took notes from time to time, and didn't take out her mobile phone to play like him.

If it hadn't been for seeing her feet very similar to Zhaidai's feet last night, Song Jiamu would not have suspected her at all. Now that this idea has appeared in his mind, the more he looks at Yun Shuqian now, the more he feels her Something is wrong.

Isn't Murphy's Law saying that the more you don't want something to happen, the greater the probability of it happening.

He turned on the phone again, clicked on the voice that Zhaidai had sent him before, the phrase 'good night', pressed to his ear, and listened carefully several times.

At that time, I didn't feel much when I heard it, but now I realize that although the pitch is a little different, the timbre is very similar.

It's not really her, is it?

Song Jiamu felt that his thinking was a little stuck. Are these coincidences or his own psychological effects?

Of course, it's very simple to prove that Zhaidai is Yun Shuqian, just watch her play with her mobile phone and suddenly make a video call to her.

But what if it was really her?
Wouldn't this be the same as dying together?
Maybe she will ask: "Song Jiamu, you are so amazing, how did you find me?" ’, and then he said, ‘I saw that your feet look a lot like those of a nerd, so I found out’, and she said, ‘It’s so ugly! !Dead foot control!Dead pervert! ! '

Damn, Song Jiamu didn't want to say that he found out the truth by observing his feet.

Don't you have some high-quality methods, such as technological reasoning, behavioral reasoning, psychological reasoning, and probability reasoning, and then hold up your glasses and say, "there is only one truth, Yun Shuqian, you are a nerd!" '

Song Jiamu took a deep breath, clenched his hands to his mouth, closed his eyes and thought.

Since there is already such doubt in my heart, the thing to do now must be to confirm this suspicion first.

Making video calls directly or asking people in person is a bad idea, and it is a self-destructive behavior.

He thought carefully, it would be best if there was physical evidence.

Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration, and he remembered her feet in the video the day before yesterday, and the white carpet beside the bed...

Apart from her feet, the rug was the only evidence.

It's just that he hasn't entered her room for many years, and occasionally visits with his mother, and just stays in the living room. Would it be strange to rush into her room?
Well, the direction is temporarily increased by one, and I will look at it later when I have a chance.

Yun Shuqian's evaluation of him is correct, Song Jiamu's brain is not stupid, and he is often smarter than ordinary people, but this smartness is used in strange places.

In the same city, same freshman year, same annoying ghost who grew up together, same pair of cute feet, same special dress on the day of face-to-face meeting, same bus that can reach Cultural Square, very similar timbre, The familiar feeling of a runaway girl when you send a thousand sentences "Pervert! Pervert!"...

Even if it hasn't been confirmed, the possibility is too high!
Then, reasoning goes to the next step.

If Yun Shuqian is a nerd, let's take this as an assumption, after all, the possibility may be as high as 80.00%.

why she...

Why are you still hiding?
If she was a nerd, he would undoubtedly be the first to be exposed when he was in front of Ji that day.

But why Yun Shuqian still pretended not to know, and continued to chat with him as a nerd?
And the other two options, one is to directly expose on the spot, and the other is to delete friends or play disappear, both are easier for Song Jiamu to understand than she is still secretly chatting at home, and are more in line with his understanding of Yun Shuqian .

"Look at the supervisor? She is indeed beautiful, but don't keep staring at her." Zhang Sheng whispered.

"What the hell..."

Song Jiamu came back to his senses, he had indeed accidentally stared at her for too long.

"Hey Zhang Sheng, a girl hides her identity and lurks beside a friend of mine. What is she trying to do?"

"That's not easy. It's not about money, it's about people."

"What if my friend has no money?"

"She likes you."

This is the most absurd explanation Song Jiamu has ever heard.

　Thank you for the 30000 rewards on the [-]th of last month, the boss is generous~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)