God Made Incompatibility

Shortly after Meng Wanji returned to her room, Shen Tinghua called. She is calling to care about how her Mid-Autumn Festival is going.

Sheng Jinshu was afraid that Meng Wanji would be disturbed, so he walked back to the balcony, took a sip of wine, and replied, "It's good, two students came and had a meal together."

"Just the three of you?"

"No, and my roommate."

"Oh..." Shen Tinghua elongated his voice with a playful tone.

Sheng Jinshu didn't care, rubbed her thumb on the can, and analyzed with Shen Tinghua: "I found that she seems to really mind me being in close contact with her."

Shen Tinghua was funny, she knew that Sheng Jinshu was going to tell her about Meng Wanji again.

From the time of check-in to now, the roommate was a little cold and difficult to get along with at the beginning, and then the teacher Meng was a little awkward and cute. In the phone they made, the eight-way Sheng Jinshu Club mentioned to her that this is difficult and beautiful. roommate.

Shen Tinghua teased: "You are thinking about others again."

Sheng Jinshu looked at the flickering clouds floating in the sky, nonchalantly: "It's boring, it's interesting to think about it."

"So what did you figure out?"

"No, so this is not asking Dr. Shen to help me analyze and analyze."

Shen Tinghua couldn't say anything to her, laughed and thought about it with her resignedly: "Maybe people's personality is that they don't like to be too close to others."

Sheng Jinshu thinks it's not: "I've seen her go to the playground several times between classes in the morning to supervise exercises, and every time a female teacher walks with her, not the same one, but every time the other party will hold her, so does she. It looks so natural."

Shen Tinghua guessed: "That may be because I simply don't like to be in close contact with you."

Sheng Jinshu was puzzled: "Why?"

Shen Tinghua answered casually: "Why, why? Maybe it's not familiar enough, maybe it's because of the wrong eyes, wrong aura, and I don't like you. Or else..." She suddenly thought of something, and Gu Zi laughed.

Sheng Jinshu asked, "What?"

Shen Tinghua smiled ambiguous, cleared his throat twice, and then answered seriously, "She likes you."

Sheng Jinshu was stunned for two seconds before realizing which "like" Shen Tinghua's "like" was.

"..." She thought about Meng Wanji's strict and square shirt, her words and deeds, and sneered: "Senior sister, how dare you think about it." Although she has many curvy friends around her, straight people are still the big ones in this world after all. most.

Shen Tinghua teased her: "You can have more confidence in yourself." From high school to the present, Sheng Jinshu has never lacked suitors. As far as she knows, men and women can even split halfway.

Sheng Jinshu was determined: "Impossible."

This time it was Shen Tinghua's turn to ask why.

Sheng Jinshu said: "Even if the whole world bends, she will probably be the last straight daughter."

Shen Tinghua laughed. She thought about it and said, "Then I don't know if she likes you, but Xiaojin, if you keep following her like this, I'll suspect that you like her."

Sheng Jinshu rubbed the can's finger and paused, then laughed: "Senior sister, are you sleepy and confused? Wash and sleep."

She hung up the phone.

Shen Tinghua laughed when she heard the busy tone, quickly called back the phone, changed the subject, and discussed with her seriously about going on a National Day holiday with a few friends.

After taking a shower in the middle of the night and returning to the bedroom, Sheng Jinshu was blowing his hair, unconsciously remembering what Shen Tinghua had just said, and felt a little bored. But when the hair dryer was turned off, Meng Wanji's blushing face appeared in panic just now. Thinking about it carefully, she felt like she was being scratched by something.

feel more interesting.

A few meters away, in the master bedroom separated by two doors, Meng Wanji dreamed of Sheng Jinshu again.

This time, it was on the balcony where they had just stayed at night. Sheng Jinshu smiled and kissed the bridge of her nose, her lips, and her thin white fingers, unbuttoning her one by one. She clings to her shoulders, almost unsteady.

Meng Chuyang's surprised cry suddenly exploded in his ears: "Sister, what are you doing?"

She pushed Sheng Jinshu away in a panic, turned her head to look, and saw Meng Chuyang holding Li Yuanshu in his left hand and Meng Shipei in his right, a family of three standing in the middle of the living room looking at them.

Meng Chuyang looked confused, Li Yuanshu covered her eyes with disgust, looking at her as if she was looking at something dirty.

Meng Wanji's heart throbbed, and she took a trembling breath to find Meng Shipei's eyes.

Meng Shipei didn't want to give her another look, so he turned and left, with a look of disappointment that Meng Wanji had never seen before.

Meng Wanji woke up in a cold sweat.

The night was dark, and the room was full of nothing but empty darkness. Meng Wanji sat up and remained motionless for a long time. She fumbled for a pack of cigarettes from the bedside table, took a bite, got out of bed and sat by the desk, opened the drawer, and took out the lighter inside.

With a slight lift of the thumb, a cluster of bright and warm fire lights illuminated the night. Just like the spark at the fingertips of Sheng Jinshu that night.

Meng Wanji bent her legs and hugged it, staring blankly at the cluster of lights, neither lighting nor extinguishing.

She found that she underestimated the attraction of Sheng Jinshu to her.

From a very young age, she has understood what is a sense of boundaries, what is a sense of distinction, what belongs to you, and what you are destined to not have and should not covet. Over the years, including that year, she has seen it clearly and practiced it well.

But Sheng Jinshu made her delusional again.

With gloomy brows, Meng Wanji lowered her head and lit the cigarette on fire.

Just the time for a cigarette. She let out a breath and let the white mist engulf her face.

At six o'clock in the morning the next day, Meng Wanji got up on time as usual. Not caring about the discomfort of chaotic work and rest, she changed into a sports suit and prepared to go for a morning run after washing up.

She expected that Sheng Jinshu couldn't get up so early during the holiday today. But unexpectedly, she just took the door and took two steps when Sheng Jinshu's door opened with a "click".

"Mr. Meng, good morning." Sheng Jinshu fluttered his messy long curly hair and smiled brightly.

Meng Wanji frowned, and even gave birth to the illusion that she was waiting for the rabbit.

"Morning." She replied lightly and continued to walk to the bathroom.

"Get up and run in the morning?" Sheng Jinshu followed behind her.

"Um."

"So did you sleep well last night?"

Standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom, Meng Wanji paused with her toothbrush and toothpaste.

In the mirror, Sheng Jinshu seemed to have completely ignored the episode on the balcony last night and stretched out.

Meng Wanji lowered her eyes: "It's okay."

Sheng Jinshu walked to her side, and naturally reached out to take away his toothbrush and toothpaste, as if to brush his teeth with her: "That's good. There seemed to be drunk people outside in the middle of the night, and there was a lot of noise."

The too close distance and the too intimate scene made Meng Wanji feel uncomfortable. She squeezed the handle of the toothbrush in her hand, put the toothbrush and toothpaste back in the tooth cup, turned around and gave up her seat: "Use it first."

Sheng Jinshu left her sideways: "Can we go together? I'll just spit in the toilet."

"No." Meng Wanji walked out of the bathroom without looking back: "I'm not in a hurry."

Sheng Jinshu was a little confused and a little funny. She hooked her lips, put the toothbrush in her mouth and bit it, as if she didn't notice it, and asked, "After washing up in that moment, shall I go for a morning run with you?"

Meng Wanji paused in her footsteps, and before answering, Sheng Jinshu added: "I'm not familiar with the route, so I want to know."

Meng Wanji could not find a reason to refuse.

At 6:15, the two put on their sneakers and set off.

Meng Wanji said lightly, "I don't like talking when I'm running."

Sheng Jinshu raised his eyebrows and said understandingly, "It's okay, I don't like it either, it affects the rhythm of the breath."

Meng Wanji didn't speak anymore, she put on the Bluetooth headset without saying a word, and looked like she was refusing to be thousands of miles away.

Sheng Jinshu was also sensible, and he didn't stop talking to her along the way, but just followed her not far or near.

After running a short distance, Meng Wanji worriedly stopped the music in the headphones, turned off the noise reduction, and understood her movements based on the sound of footsteps.

The campus was quiet in the early morning of the holiday, and there was no one else on the entire avenue except for them.

The sound of Sheng Jinshu's footsteps was particularly distinct in this silence.

One by one, it was light and rhythmic, and Meng Wanji was out of his mind when he heard it.

Why did she come together when she made up her mind to keep a good distance.

She was distraught.

After running for an unknown amount of time, Meng Wanji suddenly realized that the footsteps behind her had disappeared. She thought that Sheng Jinshu was tired and stopped to rest for a few seconds, but she could slow down and listen carefully, except for the chirping of insects and birds, there was no other sound. She stopped uneasily.

Looking back, Sheng Jinshu was already 100 meters away.

Covering her calf, she was sitting on a flower bed, looking like she was in pain.

Meng Wanji was startled, and hurriedly tore off one of her earphones and walked back quickly. "What's wrong with you?" she asked, frowning.

Sheng Jinshu looked up at her, took a breath and said, "Suddenly I have a cramp."

Distressed expression.

Meng Wanji's brows tightened unconsciously. "You knead it."

"Kneading, it still hurts, it's hard." Sheng Jinshu said pitifully.

Meng Wanji looked at her smooth calf, and there was indeed a hard knot on it. She moved her throat, squatted down, and said, "lift your leg up, and I'll rub it for you."

Sheng Jinshu's eyes brightened, and he immediately raised his legs.

Meng Wanji lowered her eyes and put her hands on Sheng Jinshu's calf without any distractions, and pushed and rubbed gently.

Sheng Jinshu stared at her without blinking. She looked at Meng Wanji's tiny hair on top of her head, her crow-like eyelashes trembling under her eyes, and her ears that were exposed in the air, turning red little by little, suddenly felt that Meng Wan Ji is really cute.

She approached her ear without headphones and said softly, "Mr. Meng, your craftsmanship is good."

The warm breath brushed against his ears, causing a secret trembling. Meng Wanji suddenly raised her head to look at Sheng Jinshu, her eyes a little heavy.

Did she do it on purpose?

Sheng Jinshu stepped back a little, looked at her openly, and smiled: "I feel much better."

Meng Wanji couldn't tell the difference, she pursed her lips and didn't answer. After rubbing again, she loosened her calf, stood up, and said, "Okay, let's go back."

Sheng Jinshu naturally took her hand and invited: "Everyone is out, let's go, I'll treat you to breakfast."

The palms are dry and soft, and the knuckles are long and strong. Meng Wanji bluntly took her hand away as if she had been scalded by something, and refused: "No need."

"Be kind to me?"

"No." Meng Wanji turned away from her, "I want to go home and eat at home."

"That's it." Sheng Jinshu sighed, curled up his hand that was thrown away, and put it on his calf, his eyes became even more playful.