Don’t Talk To Me!

Anyway, it is also the handle of the entire technical area, of course, it is impossible to counsel because of the principal's such things.

Shan Xianxiang remembered something, and his expression suddenly fell into a terrible mood, and the cold voice smacked the ruthless words: "See you at the back wall of your school tonight."

Their sports committees had a strong heartbeat, and they were guarding a class. They didn't understand what the school committee said just now: "See you, see each other, one-on-one, it's none of their business."

Shan Xian didn't want to talk nonsense to him, he hurriedly set off and led people out in a hurry.

A group of people came to the door in a mighty way. It was just that the director of the Education Department of the Third Middle School and the old school principal of engineering and technology had eaten almost the same.

"No, the workmanship is not bad. The students are older and calmer than our little rabbits."

"The recent construction of the style of study at the Third Middle School is particularly good, and we should also learn."

"Technology strictly enforces school discipline this year, and the effect is particularly obvious. The improvement is very big..."

The leaders of the two schools humbly and humbly flow from each other, maintaining a sympathetic smile and walking hand in hand to the door.

Single display: "..."

...

"You may not believe it."

Watching the fantasy turn in front of me, the Sports Committee was a little unbelievable: "I think I can blow this for a year."

Just after the old fight in the next area, I immediately accepted the collective apology from the handle to the follower in the next area.

It's also very sincere, and I have to listen to it.

"Do you think he looks wrong with Brother Sheng?"

Duan Lei touched his chin and looked back and forth twice: "It looks like he knows Sheng Ge."

The squad leader squatted beside him: "It looks like he has played against Brother Sheng."

The school committee added: "It seems that he was blessed by Brother Sheng, for example, as long as he dared to fight, he just caught up with their principal and suddenly came up with a meal."

"..."

Yao Qiang: "Ah."

The development of fantasy has suddenly been scientifically explained.

Yao Qiang finally knew why his brother Sheng was so unfamiliar with this group of people: "Last year their hair was still colorful, covering their eyes, this year it will be dark!"

At the beginning of this year, the craftsmanship strictly grasped the school spirit, and all the messy heads of the students were dyed back to black, and the clothing and accessories were also very strict.

A group of bad teenagers who also wore ear studs and dyed their hair last year seemed to have changed their heads.

"When?" Duan Lei couldn't help but gossip. "The two big areas are holding hands, it's such an exciting event!"

Yao Qiang thought for a while: "It was almost last year and this month too. Our brother Sheng was dragged to finish the school style show, wearing that black shirt over the wall and going to the Internet cafe..."

Then the nerd next door sprayed them with beer.

Yu Sheng was fine, ready to go back and change clothes. After the network administrator finished the time, the machine just saw that Shan Xian and Chang Chi's group of people surrounded the people and made it difficult. The yin and yang ridiculed endlessly.

"Their group didn't look good when they saw the top students. They had to toss through a few rounds."

The only time their brother Sheng was wearing a shirt to slap the court was as handsome as if he was shooting a gangster blockbuster. Yao Qiang's memory began, and the rest of the scene quickly became clear: "That buddy should also be in a bad mood and want to borrow wine to ease his sorrow. He didn't take it soft. The people on both sides barred a few words, and they will choke on fire. "

A group of people is surrounded by a group of students who are wearing glasses and wearing school uniforms. It is inevitable to be bullied, but it should not be a big deal.

They felt that one more thing was better than one less, and they didn't intend to control it. Yu Sheng had taken off his headphones: "Yes, what's the noise?"

Shan Xian undoubtedly regarded this as the provocation of the Third Central District.

"You all know what happened later."

Yao Qiang broke their fingers and punched them: "Chang Chi and a group of them lined up to say that the third middle school is awesome. Brother Sheng shook hands with Shan Xian and kindly wished them a smooth fight in the future. It's better not to stop the motorcycle and the guy didn't bring them together Ran into their principal and happened to eat out."

Yu Sheng was still in the experimental stage of metaphysics in the second year of high school. He tried many directions and once wished a lot of people a very diverse content.

So many people have left a profound shadow in their hearts.

At the time, Yao Qiang was so excited and nervous that he didn’t pay much attention to anything else. Now there was only a faint impression: "That buddy should be a provincial model. I remember it was their school uniform, which is quite tall and wears glasses. Looks good—"

He looked at Jin Linkun who went out with Yu Sheng to see the situation, opened his mouth, and rubbed his eyes again: "Handsome..."

Duan Lei heard Xingtou: "Say, what then?"

Yao Qiang: "Wow."

Meeting is fate.

In the memory of Yao Qiang's piecemeal piece by piece, the two parties who met again after a year shook hands in harmony.

"What else?"

Yu Sheng frowned: "When was last year?"

Jin Linkun had guessed that he had forgotten and smiled with glasses on his face: "Yes... I just took a punishment that day, and I was in a bad mood. I wanted to find an Internet cafe and try to change my life."

As a result, the first step in changing life was tripped by beer.

While surrounded by a group of people to find fault, the boy next to him who sprayed a shirt of beer dropped his mouse and stood up.

Clearly harmless little tiger teeth, but imposing but sharp and sharp instinct: "Endless? What happened to your studies?"

...

Yu Sheng recalled his description for a while, but he still had no deep impression. Instead, he first remembered Jin Linkun's "One Year Anniversary of Their Meeting" that day he left behind in order to fool him.

At that time, he vaguely felt something was wrong, but before he had time to ask, he bumped into Jin's father, Jin, and went home secretly.

Later, too many things, did not remember to ask.

Yao Qiang recovered his memory, and he couldn't help but wonder: "Mr. Jin, so are you wearing a black shirt to commemorate your first meeting with Brother Sheng?"

Jin Linkun answered him truthfully: "Because the black shirt is so handsome."

"..."

After all, at the age when I saw any handsome man who wanted to learn, Jin Linkun saw Yu Sheng wearing a black shirt and punched a child with a sharp posture, and felt that this costume was very masterful.

As for the friend who met with help on the other day, he hit the court together and went away.

Pingshui met each other, didn't have time to ask for the name, and they never saw me again.

Until the summer vacation, when Jin Linkun went to buy pancakes, he inadvertently heard the helper brought by the broom's head lowering his voice and said: "Just find the tiger tooth, come together, give him some great..."

Jin Linkun feels that this story is actually worth moving: "Fate, go round and round."

"Turn your head." Yu Sheng didn't give him a face at all. "If you aren't stupid, your family is on my way to school."

If a person is too indifferent, sometimes God's will may also cooperate properly.

The experience of the two days of birthday is too colorful. Jin Linkun and Yu Sheng went to checkout together. There was still a sense of unrealism on the way back: "Is it a dream?"

"Do you want to confirm."

Yu Sheng is still thinking about Jin Linkun's phrase "Buns are scared" at the school gate. He feels that he is very suitable to help him sober: "Choose and beat yourself."

"..." Jin Linkun: "It's not a dream, confirm it."

They paid off while the class didn't pay attention. It was no longer a meal at this time. There was no one in the empty stairwell, so quiet that they could hear the footsteps of two people.

Jin Linkun walked ahead and heard Yu Sheng call him: "Brother."

Jin Linkun turned back: "What's wrong?"

"Your day." Yu Sheng looked up at him, "Isn't it better in the end?"

Jin Linkun froze for a moment, his eyes bent silently.

He nodded, his lips raised, and he answered very seriously: "It's too good."

At that time, they didn't even know each other, and they didn't look at each other carefully. In fact, they couldn't talk about any deep feelings.

But at that time, someone suddenly came out, asked nothing, and threw the mouse top to stand with him impatiently.

It feels better than making all ten papers right.

Yu Sheng glanced at him and pulled the man over.

The children rarely took the initiative to hug him, a little airflow hit his cheek: "Brother."

"Don't believe it?" Jin Linkun raised his hand subconsciously and touched his hair. "Really, I was—"

Yu Sheng touched in his ear: "Happy birthday."

The end of the year is approaching, which means that the content of one semester has come to the end.

The happy birthday to Teacher Jin didn't last long, and the students in Class 7 joined the whole third middle school and fell into a new round of learning.

Unlike other students who have no creative blessings, the circle of friends in Class 7 is full of "forward this black shirt and take you off", "forward this teacher Jin, and the English pass the pass line", "forward this Shengge, this Content deleted" looks like a mysterious koi carp.

For the first time, they had to review the sprint exam in such a way. Duan Lei even had a bit of a stun, and secretly counted the tarot cards during the class.

"Don't move, don't talk, sincerity is spiritual."

The sports committee is very solemn, pressing one hand on the chest: "Mysterious tarot card, please tell me, can our final exam be five points higher than the midterm?"

Yu Sheng couldn't listen to the "Tarot card", he got up and wanted to go, and was finally persuaded by the monitor: "Try, Brother Sheng, we need the power of metaphysics in you, you sit for a while... "

The school committee ordered the soldiers to count for half a day, and finally tremblingly pulled out a hanging man.

None of the people in this group will play the Tarot cards, looking at the pattern on the card face: "What do you mean?"

"Is it better to hang up if I fail the test?"

"Strong beam cantilevered cone head, review is more effective?"

"Maybe it means that our score can be reversed next time."

...

"it's okay no problem."

Duan Lei gave way to the sports committee who jumped up to chase down the life committee, patted the front row of the surprised Yang Fan, let him continue to study with peace of mind, blocking everyone from the director who might suddenly enter the door to check the discipline: "The sports committee took 200 points this time whole."

The final exams of the last semester of the third year of high school are self-evident.

There is a long line in front of the school committee and Yang Fan's dormitory, all of them are the seven classmates holding the workbook and studying hard.

Yu Sheng couldn't stay at school, and the chance of being crying and complaining about this question was too small, but he often kept an extra night of self-study, succinctly and concisely explaining the difficulties and error points of various subjects.

Especially in the last few days before the exam, Yu Sheng simply followed the last evening of self-study.

"Brother Sheng, does this matter?"

Duan Lei was very worried. When he didn’t know the relationship between Jin Linkun and Yu Sheng, he worried about the safety of their brother Sheng. When he knew the relationship between the two, he began to worry about whether this would affect their family harmony. Is Teacher Jin too lonely..."

"It's okay." Yu Sheng judged their classmate's self-improvement simulation paper, "He's home."

Duan Lei: "!!"

Although their brother Sheng only said four words in a simple way, Duan Lei has already filled out a twisty and twisted story: "How did he go home? Are you troubled? Is it because the gathering is so far away? We are on the way It’s too late to call Teacher Jin not to record the video while running?"

Yu Sheng: "..."

The Chinese New Year starts in early January, and the provincial demonstration should enter the second round of review in advance, and make up another week of classes before the New Year. The final exam is also a week earlier than the third middle school.

Jin Linkun did not follow the make-up class, and originally wanted to accompany Yu Sheng to finish the exam. After the Chinese New Year, he went home to Hainan for two days and rushed back. As a result, he was thrown out by Yu Sheng.

I also brought a handful of suitcases and hand-made pastry gifts.

Duan Lei let out a long sigh of relief and went back to inform a group of people not to buy a banner: "Fortunately, okay, Brother Sheng and their family are very harmonious..."

Yu Sheng looked at the rolls spread out on the table and felt fortunate that he hadn't arranged his composition yet.

Without giving them a chance to play, they don’t know how vast these people’s imagination can be.

After correcting the paper, and correcting the problem areas together, the time is quite late. Yu Sheng went over the wall and returned home, put down something to take a shower, and just received a voice chat from Jin Linkun.

The two stayed together for a long time and were not used to saying a few words before going to bed.

Jin Linkun was worried that the child could not sleep, and was escorted by his parents to help calculate the futures exchange rate. His voice was a little vague, or he stayed until he finished the matter: "What are you doing?"

The man's voice was magnetic at first, drowsy, and inexplicably wrapped around his ear for a while.

Yu Sheng held the phone and knocked the egg into the bowl with one hand: "Supper."

The egg liquid touched the hot oil, and there was a tingle, and it seemed to be able to follow the unusually arrogant aroma across the phone.

Knowing that he couldn't eat, Yu Sheng was quite considerate: "Brother, video?"

Jin Linkun: "..."

How much still has a conscience, Yu Sheng made a joke with him, stopped the poisoning behavior at night, and replaced the thick egg roast with a plate: "What about you?"

Jin Linkun touched a biscuit and rolled his arm over his arm: "When will the New Year be completed."

As a matter of fact, after taking the exam, you can relax, and Yu Sheng can also rush back to follow them for a new year. But the end of the exam happened to be the time when I was most impressed with the question. At this time, correcting the wrong question and checking for vacancies, the effect is much better than coming back every other week.

The provincial demonstration was also due to this, and the final exam was deliberately put forward for a week, and the exam last week.

The teachers of the Third Middle School also have to go home for the New Year. Yu Sheng has roughly understood the progress of the preview in the class and decided to leave it to this group to make up the foundation.

It was just this year in the third year of high school. Jin Linkun was very supportive of this decision, just thinking about her boyfriend.

Yu Sheng sat on the bed by himself, put a pair of chopsticks and thick egg roast into his mouth, and listened to the movement of Suo Suo from the opposite side, raising the corner of his mouth: "Don't worry, you should accompany your uncle and aunt."

Jin Linkun: "Uncle and aunt feel that gifts and snacks are enough, there is no need to bring people, I can go back."

The tone was too imitated. Yu Sheng couldn't hold back and laughed.

Jin Linkun felt that he was not too kind to gloat: "Laughing, do you know how heavy? I almost overweight and checked in when I went in. Finally, the weight of the baggage was mixed with his own weight."

Yu Sheng hasn't heard of this kind of operation: "What is the weight of baggage to its own weight?"

"Just the yolk is so delicious."

Jin Linkun thinks about it now, and it still has a little meaning: "Mochi is not bad, boneless chicken feet taste just right..."

After finishing the overweight part, Jin Linkun was still very worried about Yu Sheng, and he called to seriously assure him: "Soon, I will go home for two days."

Yu Sheng was also very worried, looking at the few boarding time left on the plane: "Hurry up, otherwise you can go home directly."

...

The boyfriend was so suffocated that he couldn't tell what he wanted to hear for a long time.

Jin Linkun was a little sorry, and thought it was also very good.

Children are not afraid of loneliness at home alone.

I also know that people who leave are just leaving for a few days. No matter where they go, they will definitely come back.

There was no core idea for the two people to chat, and they talked for a while. Jin Linkun was really sleepy, and finally fell asleep before holding on.

Finally, I chatted across the room until I fell asleep. Yu Sheng sat for a while with headphones, stood up calmly, and put the phone on the pillow.