He took out his cell phone, took a selfie, took another breakfast in his hand, and sent her it.

Song Zhutou's voice: "Are you awake? I'll run back now. If you haven't gotten up, you won't give it to you."

Yun Zhupo’s voice: “Um~…”

He put his cell phone to his ear and listened. The guy seemed to be still on the bed, so he posted a voice like acting cute.

He is so coquettish and lazy that makes people's ears itchy.

Well, it's only six:30 in the morning, so it's good that she can reply to the message...

Twenty minutes later, he ran back to the community, went upstairs, and rang the doorbell of her house.

The door opened a 30-centimeter-wide slit. The girl in a panda pajama hugged the door and looked at him in the crack. She was still confused when she just woke up. Seeing the bun in his hand, she blinked her eyes twice.

"Here, your takeaway is here."

Song Jiamu put the plastic bag into the crack of the door.

"Hey, thank you."

She took the bun, "Wait a minute."

Then he turned around and ran away.

Song Jiamu pushed open her door and stood at the door to look at it. He saw her standing by the counter, holding a porcelain white mug, holding a soy milk maker in both hands, and carefully pouring the steaming soy milk into the cup.

Yun Shuqian walked over carefully holding a cup of soy milk.

“Aren’t there only two soybeans?”

"I'll ask you for more. I'll go to your house to get the cup tonight. You have to wash it clean and you don't leave your saliva inside."

"It's not your own cup."

"Please accept your perverted ideas, Song Jiamu."

Song Jiamu took the cup and she was about to close the door.

“Hey.”

"what?"

There was only one crack left in the door, and the girl looked at him with big eyes like a timid panda hiding behind a tree.

“Do you go to school together?”

"No. Bye~"

"Think clearly, but don't say to me in the future, 'Song Jiamu, let's go to school together today'"

"I think it's probably because you got up too early that you still dreamed after running six kilometers, hum."

Yun Shuqian wrinkled his little nose and continued to close the door.

"Hey!"

"What are you doing again..."

Just as she was beginning to get impatient, Song Jiamu suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed her fluffy ears in her panda hat.

He wanted to pull this ear more than once or twice! The feel is really great!!

"alright."

"...Go to death, Pig Head!"

The girl covered her pajamas and hat in disgrace, and slammed the door closed.

The freshly prepared soy milk was a little hot, so Song Jiamu sipped it gently, opened the door and returned home.

Sitting on the table and eating buns, like her, were plum vegetable buns and cucumber batters. Not to mention anything else, the taste was really good. The braised pork will not feel greasy when neutralized by the plum vegetable. The dried vegetables that absorbed the meaty flavor were even more fragrant and tasted soft and mellow.

At this time, I used the soy milk she gave me and sipped it with a cool mouthful. It was really satisfying in the morning.

The soy milk that the girl made herself was very large, and she seemed to have added a little milk, and the sugar content was just right.

While eating, Song Jiamu was also curiously looking at the mug.

The porcelain white cup is printed with a cute little rabbit pattern, which is obviously used by girls.

It is probably not necessarily the cup she has used before. After all, Yun Shuqian is the most stingy and is reluctant to spend money, so she would not prepare a cup for him.

While enjoying breakfast, my mother also got up yawning.

"You didn't buy breakfast for me and your dad?"

"You're going to school to eat. My dad goes to the company to eat, so I'll eat it myself."

"Hey, where did your cup of soy milk come from?"

"Sent by Yun Shuqian."

"It's true or false. Qian Qianqian will cook soy milk for you? Let's cook it for you every year."

"I brought her breakfast."

The old mother has been filial to him.

"Give me a taste. I also wanted to buy a soy milk maker some time ago..."

Song Jiamu was alert and like a cat protecting food, Gugu finished drinking soy milk in two mouthfuls.

"Mom, I suggest you forget it. The air fryer you bought last time has not been used twice. These things have something to do with the person you use. You can't make delicious food by buying it."

"You little brat..."

Song Jiamu ran away.

After taking a shower, he washed Yun Shuqian's cup and poured breakfast and lunch food every year. He went to school with his schoolbag.

I jumped to the balcony every year and watched Song Jiamu walk downstairs through the high floor.

The first ray of sunlight fell on its snow-white hair, and the cat stretched out lazily, and it was still good today.

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The classes on Friday are relatively less stressful, only in the morning.

When we arrived at the classroom, Yun Shuqian had already sat in front, and was still in the fourth row in the middle of the classroom. This position could be seen to the greatest extent and listened to the teaching contents clearly, and it would not be as uncomfortable as if he was tilted to listen to the class like the first row. Both university academic masters and pseudo-school masters love the positions from the third to fifth rows.

This time she learned to learn the essence and sat down near the aisle. Yuan Caiyi was pulled over and sat next to her. Now Song Jiamu had no choice but to take advantage of it.

Of course, he could also choose to sit next to Yuan Caiyi, and it didn't matter Yun Shuqian, it was really not at all.

It was probably because Yuan Caiyi, who was caught between the two of them, was a little uneasy.

He came to study, not pick up girls, and sat next to her to let her supervise it! It was not because the girl smelled very good, and the girl's shoulders were soft.

So he sat down on a walkway across the cloudshuqian. She was on the right. Because his hands were long, even if he had a walkway across the walkway, he could still poke her if he reached out.

Yuan Caiyi, beside her, smiled and walked around Yun Shuqian and turned to him, meaning 'If you want to sit with Qianqian, I can give you the position'

Before he could shake his head, Yun Shuqian interrupted their eyes and kept scratching Yuan Caiyi itchy, and the two girls were having fun and laughing.

Everything is difficult at the beginning. With yesterday's persistence and the good rest last night, Song Jiamu was in better shape in class today. Even if he didn't peek at Yun Shuqian's notes, he could still follow the content of the class.

He rarely takes the initiative to take notes. He believes in his brain and always feels that he will understand it. But often after a while, he asks her to borrow notes in shame.

After really investing in learning, Song Jiamu realized that time passed quickly.

After the morning class, he and Zhang Sheng and others went to the cafeteria for dinner. After eating, he carried his schoolbag and walked casually on the campus. He found a secluded pavilion with a beautiful scenery to take a nap.

This is his habit. It is very pleasant to rest in the pavilion on a bright spring afternoon.

If it were the past, he would wake up and go home after no classes in the afternoon, but according to the plan, if there were no classes in the afternoon, he would go to the library to read books.

Just as I lay down halfway down against the red pillar of the pavilion, I received the message from my phone.

It's a new WeChat group chat.

[College of colleagues in the online literature club]

【Number of group - 2】

[Group owner-Yunyunyun also needs to drink more water today]

Damn, those who don’t know think that our club has 200 people.

Before Song Jiamu could ask questions, the group leader sent a new message.

Yunzhu Po: "@Everyone, the online literature club has a meeting. Please go to the No. 2 cafeteria in five minutes."

Yun Zhu Po: "【Yunyunyun also needs to drink more water today-pat Song Jiamu and stick out her butt]"

Yun Zhu Po: "@Song Jiamu! You changed your patting!"

Song Zhutou: "...Is it OK to arrive in ten minutes?"

Yun Zhu Po: "Those who are late will bear the consequences."

Song Jiamu grabbed his schoolbag and ran to Canteen No. 2.

Statement in advance, this is not a fear of her, this is the enlightenment as the vice president!

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Chapter completed!