Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 33 It's Not That You Can't Be Gentle
"Water, water, water..."

Yun Shuqian was sitting behind the table, and Song Jiamu, who was holding a leaflet, came in, pulled out the chair, and sat down beside her.

As if he was squeezed dry, he spread his hands and threw the flyer on the table. He stuck out his tongue and his voice was a little hoarse.

The two seats are not spacious, as soon as he squeezed in, Yun Shuqian felt instantly full.

"Shui Shui Shui... my throat is going to explode."

Song Jiamu reached out to her for water again.

"You didn't bring your own water bottle, where is there water for you to drink?"

"No way, the members are fighting on the front line, as the president, you don't even have drinks and fruit platters ready?"

"No money, solve it by yourself."

"It takes a long time to go to the small shop, and my leg is about to break..."

Song Jiamu didn't want to move at all. With a glance, he saw Yun Shuqian's sky-blue kettle on the table, reached out and grabbed it.

"What are you doing with my kettle?" Yun Shuqian was about to grab it.

"Give me a drink or two." Song Jiamu turned his back to prevent her from snatching it, and unscrewed the lid of the kettle by the way.

"This is my water!"

"I don't drink with my mouth..."

After an afternoon of exercising, Song Jiamu's skin thickness has increased a lot, and it's not like he didn't eat a piece of ice cream together when he was a child.

The style of the kettle is relatively girly, with a double-mouth drinking design, and when the lid is opened, there is a mouth like a straw. Usually, Yun Shuqian sucks this place to drink water.

Of course Song Jiamu didn't take the same sip with her, he unscrewed the mouth of the big bottle, and there was still half a pot of water in it.

"You didn't spit it out when you drank water, did you?" Song Jiamu was cautious.

"I vomit every day, every time!" Yun Shuqian said, he held the water bottle high, and the short Yun Shuqian couldn't grab it, so he spoke disgustingly to him.

"Then I can rest assured." Song Jiamu still doesn't know her?If she said she didn't vomit, not at all, then she [-]% vomited, and vice versa she didn't vomit.

So, under Yun Shuqian's eyes that seemed to be killing people, he raised his neck, opened his mouth, and poured all the water in her kettle from a distance, catching every drop, and drank it clean.

This was not enough, when the water couldn't come out, he shook the bottle, poured out the soaked tangerine peels and ate them together.

"Well, give it back to you."

Song Jiamu hiccupped, satisfied.

Yun Shuqian took the flimsy water bottle, gave him a hard look, and poured it down again, and sure enough there was not a single drop left.

"Student Song Jiamu, it seems that you have gone farther and farther on the road of thick skin."

"We usually drink like this when we play golf, and it's nothing."

"Don't be ashamed!"

The girl looked a little blushing, and she didn't know if it was because he was shy because he didn't mind the water she drank, or because he didn't treat her like a girl.

Angrily left with the empty bottle, the cafeteria was nearby, and she refilled half of the pot of hot water.

Screw the lid on, the kettle just filled with hot water is warm, and the palm of your hand is also warm.

The scene of him just drinking water always pops up in his mind, so his heart is also hot, and his face is also hot.

shameless……

If he dared to drink other girls' water like this, she would tell his aunt that he was trying to take advantage.

Back at the tent, Song Jiamu rested lazily on the table, holding the registration form and looking at it.

It's already four o'clock in the afternoon, and from noon to now, he has hardly rested, and has been sending out leaflets to attract newcomers.

"No, I did the math myself. I called about a dozen people to sign up. Why are there only five on the list? And these two, why didn't they even leave their contact information?"

"Who knows, they came and took a look and then left. I guess you are too thick-skinned, and you are too entangled to deal with it."

"Then what should we do? You won't wait until the interview time, and the only five people will also let go of the pigeons?"

"..."

Yun Shuqian hesitated to speak, she actually wanted to say that even if she passed the interview, there was a high possibility of running away halfway. After all, she passed the interviews of several people last week, but all of them ran away without exception.

You can't tell Song Jiamu that this guy wanted to run away. If she hadn't bluffed him, he might have followed suit. If he was really determined not to come, Yun Shuqian couldn't do anything about it.

Maybe it's really like what he said, lowering the requirements and flicking people in first, but she doesn't want to do this. If she compromises, then what's the point of spending so much effort to start this club.

Even if no one can be recruited until the last one, isn't there still Song Jiamu who has been taken advantage of...

"Why don't you lower your requirements? It's impossible for every member to have such a pure purpose." Song Jiamu looked back at her.

"No."

"Then why were you willing to let me in?"

"You are different."

"Because we know each other well?"

"As the president, I'm very fair. If you didn't love online literature, even if you know me better, I wouldn't let you in."

Song Jiamu took a deep look at her, then turned his head away, and said with a smile: "You said it as if you knew me very well, didn't you know that I read novels before that?"

Yun Shuqian was vigilant, oops, I substituted him into a pen and paper unconsciously, almost revealing my secrets!
Fortunately, the idiot didn't notice.

"The person who knows you best is your enemy, isn't it normal for me to know you..."

Yun Shuqian whispered.

When I peeked at him again, he had already closed his eyes and was sleeping on the table.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on the campus, and everything was bustling, like a moving feast, while Song Jiamu, who was sleeping on the table, was still, like a painting, which made her a little lost in thought.

In a trance, it seemed that he had returned to the three years in high school. He was at the same table as her, and when the afternoon sun fell on the table, he liked to sleep on his stomach like this.

She was writing quietly beside her, occasionally looking at him.

After graduating from high school, I seldom see my former classmates, and I don't know what other people are going through now, and what kind of distance they have gone to.

Only Song Jiamu was still by her side, looking at each other with disgust.

"Yun Shuqian." He didn't open his eyes, but moved his mouth.

"What?" Yun Shuqian was shocked by him, and hit him angrily.

"Squeeze my shoulders, will you?"

"Do you have a penchant for eating farts?"

Yun Shuqian suspected that she had heard it wrong, so let's not talk about this guy's face, why is he so courageous?
"It's not that I haven't pinched it. I worked so hard today. As the president, you have to reward me. It's been until noon."

"Squeeze you to death."

Having said that, the girl still stretched out her hand to pinch his shoulder, which seemed a bit perfunctory, she sat far away from him, only stretched out her right hand, and only used three fingers: thumb, index finger, and middle finger.

Gently pinching the flesh on his neck and shoulders, he closed his eyes as if enjoying it.

"The clouds are sparse."

"What else?"

"It's just... you can actually be very gentle, right? Of course, I mean me..."

"..."

"Ah! Take it easy! Take it easy! It hurts!"

Go to hell, Song Zhutou, if you take advantage of it, you won't know who you are!

(End of this chapter)