Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 64 Is This a Shared Sleep (available at noon tomorrow)
"It's fine if you don't say it, I don't really want to know."

Song Jiamu stretched comfortably, and sat back at the desk to type with a victorious expression on his face.

On the screen was the content of the manuscript he was going to update tonight, just casually peeking at it.

"Hmph... why do I have to tell you, the second rule of the society is that you are not allowed to inquire about other people's books."

Song Jiamu ignored her.

The shriveled girl had already sat in the middle of the bed, with her back against the wall, pulled his quilt over to cover her beautiful legs, and hugged his pillow in her arms, after having such a fuss with him, she forgot all about it It's his bed.

The door was closed, and she felt very comfortable in the small space. Song Jiamu began to type, and the sound of him typing on the keyboard sounded.

Nian Nian also jumped on the bed, and Yun Shuqian played with Nian Nian, or took out his mobile phone to take pictures of Nian Nian.

The kitten hides behind the quilt, revealing a pair of big eyes and fluffy ears, very cute.

Song Jiamu would look back occasionally, so that he was a little dazed, feeling that he was about to turn off the lights and sleep with her after typing.

Yun Shuqian didn't bother him, he coded very fast, there was not much left, and he finished coding in less than half an hour.

Only then did she speak out.

"The quilt you cover is so thin, won't it be cold at night?"

"It's not cold, my hands and feet are so hot."

When he said this, Yun Shuqian was a little envious. In winter, it is very cold for a girl to sleep alone.

"It's not that I can't tell you what book I wrote, but I'm going to finish it soon, so there's no need to tell you. I'll tell you when I change my vest and write a new book." Yun Shuqian thought for a while road.

She has been thinking about this just now, the club is just the two of them, sooner or later they will communicate and write a book or something, but she asks herself that she can't be as cheeky as him, after all, it's not just the reason for the book, but also a certain identity!
Fortunately, he is so stupid that he doesn't know anything.

"What a coincidence, I just happen to have a friend who is finishing his own book soon." Song Jiamu looked stupid.

"Hehe...well, what book did your friend write?"

"It's a very popular love routine now."

"oh oh."

Yun Shuqian was heartbroken, and continued: "It's usually written by singles, love fantasies and so on. The more lonely people write, the better. I'm different. I never write about these things."

"..."

Song Jiamu admired her very much.

"Then what did you write?"

"I, I write suspense! Murder! Detective! Ancient tomb!"

"Aren't you very timid..."

"Who told you, I'm very courageous, I decided, the first time I collected songs, we will go to the haunted house to find material together!"

The more Song Jiamu looked at her suspiciously, the more she wanted to run to the haunted house.

"That's right, let's get down to business."

Song Jiamu also climbed onto the bed with his ultra-thin notebook. Yun Shuqian was a little nervous, but he didn't dare to act recklessly. As long as she yelled, Auntie would be there to rescue her within five seconds. innocence.

The two sat on the bed together, leaning against the big Jay poster behind them, Song Jiamu opened the ultra-thin notebook and put it on his lap.

Wrapped in a quilt, Yun Shuqian bent her knees, hugged his pillow in her arms, and looked sideways at the contents of his computer.

"What's the matter? If you want to pull me to watch a movie together to learn English, then I recommend you to watch "Sea Pianist""

"Next time, I don't watch many literary films."

"Stop watching action movies."

"I think Thanos can also learn English."

Yun Shuqian rolled his eyes.

Song Jiamu has already opened the document, it is a few activity projects that she sent before, just in time for her to communicate and supplement it, otherwise there are only 86 words to make a [-]-word plan, he is at a loss, and he has not yet graduated , then first experienced the feelings of Party A and Party B.

"What do you want to do with this study session?"

"It's just to make it more professional, combining reading, appreciation of online works, and practice of writing, exchanging ideas, discussing things, and so on. The Social Federation likes to watch these." Yun Shuqian said.

"What about the writing skills training event?"

"You give the lecturer of the whole training, including the material selection, opening, reading sense, anticipation, character design, etc. in the online writing, and finally summarize the harvest and write out the meaning." Yun Shuqian snapped her fingers road.

Song Jiamu crackled and recorded, then turned to her and asked, "Then shall we really find a lecturer?"

"Stupid, how can there be so much funding, anyway, it's just the two of us, we can just find some writing materials and read them by ourselves. When our club has more people, we will find a way to find a real boss to give lectures to everyone."

Song Jiamu patted his chest: "Maybe this boss will be me then!"

"shameless……"

Yun Shuqian got closer to him, pointing at the screen with her beautiful fingers from time to time, telling him where to do it.

"Then we will still do the offline music collection activities then?"

"Of course! I'm going to the haunted house to find material."

"You're really here..."

"In short, it's enough to make these plans more beautiful, but at present, there are only two of us in our club. The specific implementation situation will be adjusted on the spot according to the actual situation." Yun Shuqian concluded.

Leave the professional matters to professional people, and she completely trusts Song Jiamu in how to blow up the planning case.

Can you stop having this strange trust in me! !

Song Jiamu was powerless to complain, and asked her: "Then what is meant by 'responsiveness to the actual situation'?"

"Simply put, just listen to me."

"...As the vice president, do I have the right to make suggestions?"

"Of course, but the decision-making power rests with me."

"I propose to remove your one-vote veto."

Yun Shuqian looked at him like an idiot.

Before she knew it, it was past ten o'clock in the evening, and she actually stayed in his room for two hours. Compared with the living room, she was obviously much more comfortable in his room, and even the time seemed to pass quickly.

"I'm back, bye."

Yun Shuqian got out of the bed, climbed to the side of the bed, put on her slippers, hugged Niannian and kissed her, then opened the door and went out.

The sensible mother and father are not in the living room. They went out for a walk early, which made the girl breathe a sigh of relief, otherwise she would always feel a little guilty...

Almost forgot, she ran back to get the cup again.

"It's so late, and it's such a long way, I'll forcefully send you home."

"...Student Song Jiamu, I am more confident that you can write a good plan. Your face is thicker than I have ever seen in my life."

Song Jiamu took the initiative to open the door to the president and sent her home all the way.

The task was arduous, Song Jiamu continued to go back to the room to write the first draft of the event planning, and did not lie down on the bed until eleven o'clock.

Unplug the charged phone, there is a new message.

Yun Zhupo: "The president wants to eat fried dough sticks and barbecued pork buns from Caixiang Baozi shop tomorrow. The fried dough sticks need to be put together."

Song Zhutou: "Why are you so picky?"

Yun Zhupo: "[Transfer 7.5 yuan] Remarks: The extra two yuan will count as a fried dough stick for me."

Song Zhutou: "Do I still have soy milk tomorrow?"

Yun Shuqian didn't call him back.

It was another fulfilling day, Song Jiamu was very sleepy, his phone stopped on the chat interface with her, and he also fell asleep.

I don't know if it's because the pillow has been hugged by her for too long, and it smelled of her.

Song Jiamu didn't count the clouds today, but dreamed that he was lying in the clouds, pillowing on the girl's lap.

Let me state in advance, this dream was broken in by herself.

(Tomorrow at around [-]:[-] noon, I hope you will support me a lot, thank you~)

(End of this chapter)