Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 47 Isn't that just for breakfast?

Light came in through the cracks in the curtains.

The room is pink and white, full of modern girly taste.

On the big soft bed, the quilt was slightly raised, which was the girl's position. Probably because of dishonesty in sleeping, the corner of the quilt almost fell to the ground.

The powder blue floral lace on the quilt is only a few centimeters away from the white carpet beside the bed.

Through a gap in the quilt somewhere, one can see a cute little snow-white foot, with shiny and healthy nails, a beautiful arch, and pink and tender soles.

Probably because she felt the cold, this little foot slipped back into the bed with a whimper. The quilt moved, and she folded the quilt by her feet and pressed it with her feet to prevent any cold air from entering.

"Well……!"

The girl pulled up the quilt and covered her head. She was just woken up by an annoying ghost, and now she can't fall asleep.

Stretching out her little hand to grope around the pillow, she took the phone under the quilt.

People are also in the bed.

Click on the photo he sent.

If she hadn't seen that the time displayed on her phone was only [-]:[-], she would have thought she had overslept.

Unexpectedly, Song Jiamu really went out for a run early in the morning.

But if you run, just run, and call to wake me up!

He was going to be pissed off early in the morning.

But she took the words and photos he sent seriously, and even swiped the screen with two fingers to bring his face closer.

She seemed to be able to see the kind of mood he wanted to share with her: the sweaty selfie that he thought he was handsome; the really beautiful sunrise in the ancient city by the An River;
It's been many years since I felt like I had to share even the most important things with her.

……

When Song Jiamu ran the last two kilometers, he was already sweating profusely.

I walked slowly for 500 meters, and went to the breakfast shop near the community to buy breakfast.

"Young man, it's so early today! Did you go for a run?"

"Yes, Auntie packed two servings of braised pork noodles, one with green onions and one with coriander."

"Do you want to add shallots and cilantro together?"

"Please do not!"

It was not yet seven o'clock, and there were not many people in the breakfast shop, and the two servings of noodles were ready soon.

Song Jiamu returned to the community with his face in his hands.

After going upstairs, the sweat on his forehead was also dry, but his vest was still a little sticky. He was only wearing a thin sports jacket after exercising, and his body seemed to be steaming like the noodles in his hand.

He stopped in front of Yun Shuqian's house and rang her doorbell.

He heard footsteps vaguely, and he seemed to be able to see a girl lying on the cat's eye behind the door looking at him.

So facing the cat's eyes, he showed a handsome smile that he thought was very handsome.

After a while, the door opened with only a gap.

Yun Shuqian, who was wearing panda pajamas, hugged the door and hid behind. She only poked her head out to look at him, and she was wearing a panda pajamas hat. She looked so cute that Song Jiamu wanted to pull the panda ears of her pajamas.

"what."

Yun Shuqian pouted, she hadn't settled accounts with him yet, disturbing people's dreams is the most annoying thing.

"No, you just woke up, so lazy?"

"How dare you say it!"

Yun Shuqian raised her small fist, as if she wanted to kill him.

It's just that she, who is already small, looks less lethal after wearing panda pajamas. How can a fist as big as a small apple kill me?

Song Jiamu hasn't seen her just waking up for many years. When she didn't get enough sleep, she looked a little dazed.

Looking down, I saw her lovely feet.

Before looking at it for two seconds, her feet shrank behind the door.

"So you are afraid that you haven't woken me up by calling, so you came here to ring the doorbell to wake me up?"

"...What are you talking about, here."

Song Jiamu handed her the stewed meat noodles with coriander in front of her: "I bought you breakfast."

breakfast?

Brought it for me?

She blinked her eyes, and gently poked at the door frame with her fingers.

"what is it……"

"Braised pork noodles with coriander."

"Oh...don't."

Yun Shuqian said so, but she didn't mean to close the door at all.

The annoyance of being woken up by him immediately dissipated after seeing him bring her breakfast, and even the vigilant look holding the door looked a little more cute.

"Take it, even if you don't eat it, you still have to transfer 15 yuan to me."

"How can there be such a..."

Yun Shuqian stretched out her little hand to take the breakfast, and said in a low voice, "Thank you then."

She was about to close the door when Song Jiamu stopped her again.

"Do you want to go to school together later?"

"No, bye!"

The girl closed the door.

He didn't leave in a hurry, but hid behind the door with his breakfast in hand, with his ear pressed against the door, eavesdropping on the movement outside.

She didn't go in until Song Jiamu also entered the room.

Put the breakfast he bought on the dining table, took out his mobile phone and transferred 15 yuan to him.

She had just finished washing and hadn't changed into her pajamas yet. She smelled the aroma of noodles and felt a little hungry.

Open the disposable tableware, and there are a few slices of tender green coriander floating on the noodles, dotted with fragrant braised meat.

Hee, is there a possibility that he will bring me breakfast every day after running in the future?
Of course, this is definitely not chasing girls, but for reconciliation.

Thinking of this, Yun Shuqian became inexplicably happy.

As for going to school together, that's definitely not acceptable. Walking to the classroom together is a very dangerous act, and a reserved single girl would not agree to such a thing.

Of course, if he invites them to go home together, then she can consider it.

Eating the hot noodles, her whole body was warm, she put her slender legs together, using the heels as the axis, her little feet swayed...

……

Song Jiamu returned home and finished eating the noodles while they were still hot.

As for whether to brush your teeth first or eat breakfast first, it is actually a matter of habit in the final analysis, and it can be done first or later.

"Meow."

Niannian walked around his legs twice with his tail cocked, and Song Jiamu gave him a piece of stewed meat.

The stewed meat is very delicious, the meat is crispy and juicy.

After breakfast, he went back to his room to take a shower, put on clean clothes, and felt comfortable.

Although it was only the first day of the implementation of the plan, Song Jiamu obviously felt that the morning when he usually dozed off was enriched a lot. After running and taking a bath, he was full of energy and had a particularly good appetite.

Mom got up too, and when she saw Song Jiamu in such spirit, she rubbed her eyes.

"You got up so early today?"

"No, I ran six kilometers and came back to take a shower."

"Son... didn't feel any stimulation, did he?"

"Your birthday is August 8th, and the bank card password is the anniversary of your relationship with my dad. Mom, don't worry, I haven't been robbed."

"... Keep your voice down!"

On the road to becoming stronger, there will eventually be many incomprehensions, and Song Jiamu is already prepared.

It has to be said that exercise can increase one's self-confidence. On the way to school, Song Jiamu felt that the girls around him were peeking at him a lot more.

So he is more confident, a confident man is unrivaled.

When he came to the classroom, he immediately saw Yun Shuqian sitting in front.

He didn't sit in the back row today, ignoring Zhang Sheng's old bustard's warm greeting, "Come on, come on, I downloaded something good last night."

He walked to the front with his schoolbag on his back, and sat down on the empty seat on Yun Shuqian's left.

"Morning, squad leader."

"..."

The girl didn't look at him, she covered her left face with her left hand, her eyes were looking at the book, her pupils trembled wildly, and she was holding a pen in her right hand, the tip of the pen left a sunken mark on the paper due to force, and printed three pages through.

She clamped her legs instantly, feeling that the left half of her face was burning hot, and the eyes of the girls around her were all on her like spotlights.

Song!pig!head!
It's in the classroom!You are dying! !
(End of this chapter)