To Save the Female Supporting Role As My Duty

Half a month after the start of school, Zhao Jiajia began to worry, Song Lingshu's birthday would be soon, what gift should she give?

She has little gift-giving experience, and now that her wallet is flat, she has fewer options.

In the dormitory at night, she hesitated to speak for a long time before asking her roommates for help, and everyone came up with ghost ideas.

"Fold a thousand paper cranes!" The lower berth suggested, "Nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand paper cranes, full of heart, not expensive!"

"It's too time-consuming." Zhao Jiajia actually tried it as early as the afternoon.

There was a craze for thousands of paper cranes in the school. Many people secretly folded them during class, and those who received them would be very happy.

She secretly hid on the roof and tried it, but she couldn't fold it well, so she gave up.

"The folded stars?"

Zhao Jiajia: "The same takes time." The same didn't work.

"Then give me a scarf you wove by yourself?" said the head of the room.

"......I won't."

Said to the shop: "How about hand-painting a greeting card?"

"It's too crude."

After dismissing countless ideas one after another, the roommates all went to bed, and she also fell into a faint sadness.

Song Lingshu's birthday happened to be Tuesday, and even she forgot about it, because the original owner never had a birthday, and she almost forgot about it.

So when she was closing the shop, she was shocked when she saw Zhao Jiajia come back suddenly, and hurriedly took her upstairs to ask what happened.

"It's okay, I just wanted to see you."

"Look at me, what are you doing?" Song Lingshu paused, pulled her arm up and found several bruises, and asked in surprise, "This, what's wrong?"

"Over/the wall...abrased." Zhao Jiajia lowered her head in shame.

"What are you doing over the wall?" Song Ling stood up abruptly, "Yes, is there...someone bullying you?"

"No, I just came...to celebrate your birthday with you." Zhao Jiajia said.

Song Lingshu was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled, turned around to get the red medicine, squatted down and wiped her arms: "It's my birthday...it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter."

"No." Zhao Jiajia held up her face and said seriously, "If you celebrate my birthday with me, I will also celebrate it with you. We will celebrate every birthday together in the future."

"Okay, okay." Song Lingshu smiled.

After applying the medicine, Zhao Jiajia took out the presents from her schoolbag, a pair of sports shoes for her to run around in business, and an apron with the word "Yu" marked with a red line on it, which is also convenient for her to be busy in the kitchen toasty.

"Thank you, thank you, I like it very much." Song Lingshu held everything in her arms and touched it fondly. Zhao Jiajia urged her to try the size quickly.

"It's very, very suitable!" Song Lingshu put on the new shoes, they were light and beautiful, and she was very moved.

At this time, Zhao Jiajia handed her another piece of hand-painted drawing paper.

She unfolded it and saw the four characters "wish list" written on it.

"I don't have any money now, but it doesn't mean that I will have no money together. I can't give you a good gift now, and I will definitely make up for it in the future. You can write down what else you want, and I will give it to you in the future. .” Zhao Jiajia said.

Song Lingshu was really touched now: "Really, is it true? I want to leave, and a villa is also available...is that okay?"

"..." Zhao Jiajia felt speechless and amused, "Yes, I will definitely try to buy you a villa."

"Hehe, then I can, I can start... looking forward to it."

Zhao Jiajia urged her to hurry up and write down her wishes, watching her write down a series of wishes that would burn money such as "I want a Mercedes-Benz", "I want a villa", "I want a bag", and the corners of my mouth twitched.

When she thought that the other party would only want simple and beautiful clothes and shoes, the other party had already thought of something even more expensive.

But the cruel words have already been released, and she can't be a person who breaks her promise. She must earn a lot of money and satisfy all the wishes of the other party.

While she was in a trance, Song Lingshu had already stopped writing and handed her the wish list.

She took a closer look and found that the last sentence read "If you can't accomplish the above, then realize my greatest wish—I hope Zhao Jiajia will be happy forever^-^"

Zhao Jiajia frowned, solemnly folded it, and put it in the schoolbag.

It was already very late, so Zhao Jiajia simply stayed at her house, lying on the bed with all the things, she hugged Song Lingshu habitually, and whispered to her about the new school and new classmates.

At three or four o'clock the next day, Song Lingshu got up and got busy, and didn't go to drag him out of bed until half past five.

It seemed that as soon as he returned to his own place, he even became more angry when he got up. During the period when he lived in school, Zhao Jiajia got up every day when it was time to wake up, and he didn't even have the idea of ​​staying in bed.

But as soon as she came back, she refused to get up, and insisted on Song Lingshu pulling her hard, and finally lifted her up, before opening her eyes with a smile.

Maybe it's because there is no one who tolerates her in the school, she doesn't want to show her true side in front of outsiders.

"What do you want for breakfast?" Zhao Jiajia washed up, walked to the table, saw the noodles on the table, whetted his appetite, picked up the chopsticks and started eating. Then he saw Song Lingshu coming over with two eggs, and his eyes were attracted by her apron.

Song Lingshu is wearing the one she gave her last night, but there is an extra character "Zhao" beside the messy "Yu". She pointed at the apron curiously: "You embroidered that on yourself?"

"Well, you gave it as a gift. Of course, it must have your name." Song Lingshu made her a poached egg.

Zhao Jiajia was in a happy mood, and ate the poached egg: "It's delicious, I like poached eggs the most."

Song Lingshu was taken aback, and asked with a smile, "Where are fried eggs?"

"I don't like it." Zhao Jiajia twitched her lips, "My adoptive mother used to like making fried eggs the most, and I don't like it."

Song Lingshu couldn't help feeling that metaphysics is really an inexplicable knowledge, why does she always attract people who don't eat fried eggs but poached eggs?

After breakfast, Song Lingshu packed some snacks for her, and asked her to find out if anyone in the class wanted to order milk. She planned to develop this business.

Zhao Jiajia agreed, and after leaving, Song Lingshu went down to do things in the shop.

It just opened, and many people don't know that there is a new bakery and biscuit shop here, so she organized cooperation activities for many shops around, and took the biscuits to other shops to help sell them, and the profit was 82 cents. Naturally, I am very happy to get 30% of the profit.

However, this event is only for one month. When she went out to deliver the goods today, she told these people that the event was about to expire. At that time, she could tell the customers to come to her store to buy during the National Day, and there will be even bigger discounts. After a month of warm-up, people in this area know that there is a new store here.

One weekend before the National Day, Zhao Jiajia's room manager came to the store to buy things, and suddenly asked Song Lingshu if he would go to the sports meeting.

The school organized a sports meeting, and almost everyone in her class had a project. Because Zhao Jiajia hadn't taken the initiative to sign up, the one thousand five long-distance race fell on her in the end.

"I, I don't know, and this...thing, she didn't mention it to me." Song Lingshu said.

"Huh? Didn't she mention it to you?" The head of the office expressed shock, as if he couldn't believe that Zhao Jiajia would hide this matter from her best friend, "Then don't tell her that I said it."

"Okay, thank you, thank you." Song Lingshu gave her a few more bottles of milk, and asked her to bring a bottle with everyone in the dormitory. Introduce a person to order, and get three bottles of milk for free.

There are so many people in the school, even if they introduce ten people, they can drink milk for free for a month, and the head of the department happily took over the business.

On the afternoon of the second day of the sports meeting, it was the long-distance running competition. After lunch, Song Lingshu asked the landlord's old lady to look after the shop, and then slipped to the school.

She didn't know why Zhao Jiajia wanted to hide her, but she still didn't show up, and she found a class to sit behind, waiting for the long-distance running competition.

After a while, she saw Zhao Jiajia went to the playground to get a number, and immediately walked to the front of the steps, poking around.

The long-distance race was coming to an end, but everyone else crowded forward with great enthusiasm, scrambling to see Zhao Jiajia.

One month was enough for Zhao Jiajia's reputation to spread throughout the campus, and the boys and girls in other classes were very curious about what this beauty, who had already secured the top spot in the school belle list, looked like.

As soon as the gunshot rang out, cheers for Zhao Jiajia rang out one after another from the surrounding venues, but the other party kept their eyes on the runway and ignored the cheering shouts of these people at all.

"She's so cold."

"It's kind of cool, but it's not easy to mess with."

"I heard that she doesn't have many friends in class, so she basically doesn't know how to laugh."

"Huh? Is there anyone who can't laugh?"

"He's in, he's in the game, do you want to find time to smile at you?" Song Lingshu said abruptly, interrupting the discussions of the people around her. Those people shut up embarrassingly before she turned around. When I went to see Zhao Jiajia in other places, I couldn't help worrying.

It was obvious that Zhao Jiajia couldn't run any longer. She was not an athletic player at all. She was somewhat depressed when she suddenly rushed to the shelves and was followed by so many people.

Zhao Jiajia is a proud person. She didn't want to show her failure in front of so many people, so she gritted her teeth and ran forward. She didn't know how long she ran, and how many laps she still had, but she just felt her head buzzing Yes, the surrounding voices are almost inaudible.

Suddenly, her feet got tangled up in the shoelaces, and she fell forward to the ground inadvertently.

There was a burst of surprise all around.

She clenched her fists in frustration, and wanted to get up, but her knees were worn out, and her arms scraped a little skin on the ground, and it hurt to pull her muscles and bones even if she moved.

She pursed her lips and supported her hands with difficulty. Just as she was about to use her strength, a pair of hands suddenly stretched out beside her and helped her up.

It was a faint smell of washing powder. She turned her head to look over and asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"

"Boss, boss, you don't even tell me about the game... Tell me, I'm not, not happy." Song Lingshu carefully helped her stand up, looked down at her injury, a big piece of skin was broken , and there was still blood oozing out, she said distressedly, "No, no, let's go, see a doctor."

Whenever these words were said by a teacher or a classmate, Zhao Jiajia immediately agreed to take advantage of the **** to go down the donkey field, but this was what Song Lingshu said, so she didn't want to give up.

She didn't want to lose face in front of her.

"Forget it, let's at least finish this trip." Zhao Jiajia said.

"Wait, wait."

"What's wrong?" Just as Zhao Jiajia finished asking, she saw her squatting down in front of him and tying her shoelaces. The little braids scattered in all directions. Zhao Jiajia was even distracted for a moment, feeling like a blooming flower flower.

Teachers and roommates rushed over and asked her how she was doing and whether she needed to withdraw from the competition.

Zhao Jiajia shook her head, turned around and walked forward without saying a word, but she was led by Song Lingshu all the time, her walking posture was very strange, and she had no time to care about the eyes of others, and asked, "Why are you here suddenly?"

"I, I, I want to see... look at your style and style."

"I just don't want you to see it." Zhao Jiajia lowered his head and said dejectedly, "I knew I would never succeed, and I wouldn't get the first place."

"But you, you persevere and go." Song Lingshu waved his fist, "Whether it is, or not...first, you will always, always be... the most, The most powerful boss, boss!"

Zhao Jiajia tugged at the corner of his mouth.

The other contestants had already arrived at the finish line one after another, and finally everyone started calling Zhao Jiajia's name, Zhao Jiajia was a little embarrassed, so he couldn't help but quicken his pace.

"You, you slow down, no, no, don't panic, at the end... no food." Song Lingshu said nervously.

Zhao Jiajia: "..."

When she crossed the finish line, the audience applauded fiercely, as if she was the first, and the teacher patted her on the shoulder in relief: "Good job, you are very athletic, go to the hospital first. "

There is no infirmary in the school, but there are two small clinics outside the school gate. Song Lingshu carried her outside, and the old doctor let them go back after treating her wound.

Next came the National Day holiday, so Song Lingshu simply went to her dormitory to take away all the things she needed, and then asked Zhao Jiajia to carry her schoolbag. She carried Zhao Jiajia on her back and followed the sunset all the way home.

It had always been a good atmosphere, until at night, a bit of awkward atmosphere suddenly appeared between the two of them.

—Because of the bathing problem.

It is definitely impossible for the school to allow them to take a bath every day. In addition, Zhao Jiajia was sweating all over from running today. Zhao Jiajia really wanted to take a bath, but she could only wipe it with a wet towel in this situation, and her arms were also wet. Injured and unable to rub the back.

After struggling for a long time, Zhao Jiajia still decided to wipe it off, but the back was handed over to the other party.

After wiping the front and back, she called out: "Come in."

Song Lingshu scratched his forehead, opened the curtain, and walked in. The inside was filled with hot air. Under the warm light, the girl's white and slender body looked like a work of art made by an angel. The butterfly bones on her back were raised slightly, as if wings could be extended from it. .

With his back turned to her, Zhao Jiajia handed her the handkerchief, blushing like a ripe tomato, bright and moist.

Maybe it's because of the shyness at this age, or maybe it's some other opportunity, but she was very embarrassed, she lowered her head and said, "Wipe faster."

"Oh..." Song Lingshu finished wiping her, "Okay, okay."

"...Not even a minute, what are you wiping?" Zhao Jiajia dissatisfied, "Re-wipe carefully."

"Oh..." Song Lingshu wiped her slowly and carefully.

"I haven't eaten, I don't have any strength."

"Ah! Take it easy! This is the back, not the back of a pig!"

"It's a little itchy on the top, scratch it for me."

Gradually, Zhao Jiajia got used to the environment and began to instruct her to scratch her back.

The light bulb exuded a warm yellow halo, which was covered by a thin layer of mist through the water vapor. Zhao Jiajia raised his head, and suddenly asked, "Do you think you can see a rainbow this way?"

"Do you want to watch it?" Song Lingshu asked, she even summoned the system, as long as the other party said to watch, she would make the system work overtime.

But Zhao Jiajia is still a good student of socialism, and said: "Of course I can't see it, this is not the refraction of sunlight."

"You, you talk... just talk, chug, chug, turn around, what are you doing?" Song Lingshu looked at her in horror.

Zhao Jiajia glanced down at her figure, quickly covered her chest, and then rushed forward to look at her in a hurry, with a bewildered expression: "Why do you have a nosebleed?"

"Dry weather, dry things, autumn, allergies." Song Lingshu covered his nose and said.

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