Don’t Talk To Me!

Boyfriend is a bit abnormal today.

Maybe it’s a good mood.

Jin Linkun pondered for a while, and felt that he should not let go of this opportunity: friend.

Yu Sheng:?

Jin Linkun: If you don’t call it.

Jin Linkun: I can only put on my pajamas and let me grab my tail.

After a while, Yu Sheng's reply came: ......

Yu Sheng: OK.

In the evening, the good friends of the summer camp even talked about the same topic with Mai, and Liang Yifan was retold this conversation, almost scared to stand: "Brother Sheng said OK?"

Jin Linkun also couldn't figure it out: "Yes."

Liang Yifan shuddered: "Kun God, are you sure you are still alive now."

Jin Linkun: "..."

Not only alive, not even beaten.

Even Jin Linkun felt this was a bit abnormal.

Liang Yifan feels that this matter must not be as calm as it seems on the surface: "Kun God, you must be careful in these two days. It is best to buy insurance or deal with what you have to deal with first."

just in case.

Jin Linkun felt that his children were too terrible to be thought of by these people, and he was not very satisfied: "Aren't you?"

Liang Yifan has gone offline quickly.

The avatar also quickly turned gray, and no matter how it knocked, nothing happened.

"Lao Liang said that he has recently prepared to carry his schoolbag to the end of the world, let us not contact him, especially Kun Shen."

After a while, Ding Zhengjiao came out to help retell, and was curious by the way: "What's the matter, he broke the exam?"

The fact that the schoolbags are carried away is often included in the plan of the seven groups in the summer camp. It has been a long time since everyone went back to each school to study hard.

Xia Junhua also missed a bit: "Wandering in the distance, I really checked the map at that time..."

"It should have nothing to do with the exam." Cen Rui thought for a while, "I think Kunshen should be able to give us an unexpected and reasonable explanation."

Ding Zhengjiao made sense: "Kun God? Are you still Kun God?"

...

Jin Linkun: "It is so."

Jin Linkun: "Does any of you want to inherit my math contest?"

One model is the first simulation of the college entrance examination, and the significance is actually quite significant.

Especially this time, the former college entrance examination proposition group issued a question, and the three cities unified examination basically covered most of the famous high schools in the province.

In exchange for judging papers and joint rankings, as soon as the paper was issued, many schools studied it.

The provincial demonstration was still in class the next day. While the students had just finished the exam, they were impressed and used the early self-study time to pay close attention to the important and difficult parts of the paper.

"Please ask the classmates to go downstairs to line up."

The horn above the class sounded as soon as the self-study next morning: "Bring your belongings, and each class consciously maintains discipline..."

Jin Linkun usually doesn't listen to lectures. When the teacher announced that everyone was packing up for the hike, he didn't even respond: "Where are you going?"

"Fifteen kilometers away." The monitor of their class was particularly happy. "Kun God, can you help you with everyone?"

Jin Linkun: "..."

Most of the students in the provincial demonstrations usually bury their books in the sea of ​​books. Even if there is no need to take classes for two days, not many people really want to walk 30 kilometers on foot.

Although there was no ability to defy fate, the mourning of students sounded upstairs and downstairs.

In a depressed atmosphere, Jin Linkun was actually a little happy in their class.

After all, daily dimensionality reduction strikes the whole class of learning gods just faster than others in their brains, and they walk like everyone else, and they have to walk step by step.

And he brought nothing.

Usually under the rule of learning God's early submission and tempting meals at the noon peak, even if their class teacher emphasizes that everyone is a friendly classmate, they should unite and love each other, and their classmates who have endured long and heavy burdens are still happy Can't help it anymore.

Even the motivation is a lot better than other classes, leading all the way ahead.

"Kun God, do you want to eat Snickers?"

It didn't take long for their class branch secretary to generously help: "calorie chocolate, supplement sugar, to provide you with rich energy."

Their squad leader joined in: "I have American black coffee with pure and intense bitterness and refreshing mind all day."

The deputy monitor is not far behind: "I have mints with cola..."

In general, there is at least a certain classmate sentiment within the class.

Finally, I can enjoy the fun of helping to learn God. A group of people generously help while walking. Anyone should have an addiction.

Jin Linkun raised his head from his watch and watched the coke that spewed out after the mint candy was thrown in the hand of the deputy squad leader: "...No, thank you."

It's not a big deal to walk, but the more anxious thing is that he ordered lunch in the back street.

Yu Sheng told him to sleep until he woke up naturally. He had thought that he could just catch up after going back from school. Now, looking at the speed of the journey, whether it is dark or not can be a problem.

Jin Linkun wanted to order a takeaway, but also worried that Yu Sheng had not yet woken up.

The sleep quality of the children is normal in general, and finally the chance of being able to sleep lazy, in case of being awakened by the takeaway, the chance of being able to sleep again is probably infinitely close to zero.

Jin Linkun put away his mobile phone, thought about it, and turned over the piano music collection quietly copied from his boyfriend and put on a headset.

It is said that each class is lined up, but the management is not so strict.

Some strange faces will often appear around their class, looking at them all the way, and being named by their class teacher, "Which class does what?"

Not only because the light of their class learning **** is too strong.

It is not so obvious at ordinary times, and Jin Linkun does not have the habit of ventilating in the corridor. Now the vast crowd, the tall and tall boy in the middle is particularly conspicuous.

Especially when talking to people, the eyes behind the lens are slightly bent, revealing a little aloof and decent attitude.

Obviously indifferent, and inexplicably unable to move his eyes.

The post on their school campus was deserted for a long time, and because of the rare liveliness of a few captured photos, several topic buildings were built.

A group of little girls even seriously discussed whether the song that God listens to is European or American or classical. Thinking about what is so fascinating, is it thinking about the origin of the universe or the philosophy of life.

Jin Linkun was thinking about his children's meal.

When it was time for rest at noon, each class received a notice to fix it on the spot and took a break after lunch before continuing on the road.

Jin Linkun actually brought a jug of red jujube water, and also turned out two bags of compressed biscuits that he didn’t know how long to throw inside. The schoolgirls stay up late to review the cognition of refreshing methods.

"Mistaken, you shouldn't finish eating egg tarts on the road."

The squad leader was a bit sorry: "Now if you have egg tarts with coffee, you must enjoy it very much."

The study committee agreed with him: "Carefully, the potato chips may be cursed quickly after opening the bag."

"What about my biscuits?" Their sports committee was unbelievable with an empty bag. "I clearly remember that there were still half a bag of biscuits before..."

No matter what age, this kind of activity with lunch is usually less than one-third of the time when you go out.

The first half of the journey was when everyone had the highest interest. A group of people couldn't help but start eating snacks. The oppressed students finally found an opportunity to raise their eyebrows and exhale. Everyone must bring carefully prepared delicious food. Kun God, who didn't bring him, turned several times in front of him.

It was really noon and noon, and there was little left in the schoolbag.

"Although not necessary, it is worth it."

The squad leader did not regret it: "Where there is oppression, there is resistance, and we have proven ourselves in front of Kun God."

The Sports Committee was also inspired by him and cheered up: "I have been here, I have eaten, I have been full."

The propaganda committee clenched the fist: "Beyond the God of Kun in everything, we are able to blow four years of glory."

"Everyone is right, but I'm still a bit hungry."

The deputy monitor took a deep breath: "Probably because my lunch was only left with a tasteless bread, I think the air has become a tempting taste of Beijing sauce..."

A group of people lost the pleasure of walking along the way to eat in front of the God of Learning. They could only hold the remaining bread biscuits and swallow their heads with mineral water.

This is also one of the education for the students. Their teachers see the needle and explain the reason to the students: "Look, now your bread and Jin's compressed biscuits are not much different. This is like your review process."

"Some classmates may prepare delicious food, but after the first half of the baptism, everyone has nothing left in their schoolbags-just like when reviewing, the first half may be assisted by external forces, some people learn easily, Some people learn relatively hard. But in the final sprint stage, the external force is exhausted, and everyone will actually return to the same starting point. At this time, the fight is perseverance."

The teacher is holding a tea cup and has a long-term focus: "The college entrance examination is a very difficult process, and the same is true in life. The help of all of us is external. The real path can only be done by you, by you..."

"The teacher made sense."

The propaganda committee member heard it deeply, took a deep breath, and talked to the deputy squad leader: "But there is still a trivial matter."

Their class teacher can diverge from anything to the philosophy of life, and has always been a valuable source of materials for students to discuss papers. The deputy squad leader was burying his head in this paragraph, and he looked up in his busy schedule: "What a trifle?"

Propaganda Committee: "Is it a psychological suggestion? I also feel that the air has changed to the flavor of Beijing sauce."

...

Is it implied that it is not necessarily, but their classmates inexplicably feel that this scene seems familiar.

"That's how I feel."

The representative of the Chinese class took the initiative to raise their hands: "This time is a rich, sweet and savory sauce, fresh onion and natural tofu skin. There are also newly steamed steamed white and fat buns..."

"Yes." They nodded at the sports committee. "I also found the feeling. At that time, I was in such a mood that I had to beat the representative of the Chinese class and beat the representative of the Chinese class."

The memory of a group of people gradually recovered under the familiar scene, and then looked around.

Jin Linkun was patiently chewing cookies on the piano music in the headphones, realizing that the atmosphere in their class was not right, and also took off the headphones and then looked down.

"teacher."

The deputy squad recognized the take-out brother who could ride the bicycle and could cross the wall at once, and raised his hand to ask: "In this case, can you correspond to life philosophy?"

teacher:"……"

"how--"

Jin Linkun was still thinking about whether Sheng was awake or not. As soon as he looked up, he saw that their children supported the bicycle on one leg and hung a schoolbag on their shoulders.

Yu Sheng was a raw face in their school. It was probably because people were hitting the courage and talking all the way. The boys wore masks and their eyes were written "No appointment, no WeChat, no phone".

The bottom of the pupil reflected the lazy and warm sunlight in the afternoon.

Jin Linkun finally wanted to understand what happened to their boyfriend's "wake up naturally after sleep, eat a big meal, and get black".

He stood for a while, put Yu Sheng's eyes into his eyes, raised the corners of his lips unsteadily, and put down things past: "How come running, have you slept well?"

I don't know what Yu Sheng brought with him. A whole schoolbag was full of stuff.

Jin Linkun studied for a while, Yu Sheng had unzipped the outer layer, and took off the mask that was so boring: "Good, why are there so many people in your school?"

The scale of the No. 3 Middle School is not too small, but it has never made such a huge posture. It’s not obvious that the students from the provincial demonstration are stuffed into the classroom. It’s so fateful to bring them out of the school so you can find someone.

Yu Sheng asked the road several times, and was really unaccustomed to being onlookers. He went to the roadside supermarket to buy a mask on the way, and finally found it smoothly.

Jin Linkun smiled, helped him hold the bicycle, and took off the mask on the ears of the children: "It's quite a lot."

Provincial demonstration is strictly controlled, and Yu Sheng was quite careful not to go out with him too much, but Jin Linkun obviously didn't mean to avoid people.

Zhengda was bright and pulled him proudly. Anyone who asks must give them a careful introduction to others, and it won’t work if they don’t listen.

Very annoying.

As long as these two people are together, there is an inexplicable atmosphere that no one else can participate in. Most of the other classes are curious and onlookers, and their class has quickly disbanded, sadly: "Teacher, we apply for another place to rest..."

"But this position is stipulated by the school." The teacher was a little hesitant. "Going somewhere else, it's easy to fall behind."

"Teacher, look."

Their class leader said quickly: "Yu took two packs of potato chips, one pack of tomatoes and one pack of cucumbers for Kunshen. Now it is a jar of Wangzi milk, although we are not quite sure why this kind of naive drink, But then there are two bottles of wow haha."

The representative of the Chinese class took over the narration work: "That lunch box, that is not a normal lunch box, contains the best Beijing sauce pork shreds produced by our backstreet. This taste is very familiar, as long as it is rolled up with dried tofu You can taste the fresh Q pork of pork, and the unique aroma of the meat wrapped in the sauce..."

"..."

Teacher: "Students, we should change places and the class leader remember the way."

The students who raised their eyebrows and succumbed for a long time finally tolerated the weight and picked up things to prepare for migration.

"I thought it was too late."

Jin Linkun found a place that was fairly suitable, and felt that the two of them were a bit too tacit in understanding: "How do I know I have ordered food at their house?"

Yu Sheng felt that this kind of thing did not even require tacit understanding: "Because you filled in my phone."

...

Jin Linkun touched the tip of his nose, coughed slightly, and raised his hand calmly to prepare to pick up the lunch box.

Not yet met, Yu Sheng suddenly carried the bag and raised it up: "Call brother."

Jin Linkun hadn't responded yet, and rubbed his neck dumbly: "Okay, no trouble, wait for you to come home and make something delicious..."

The voice hadn't settled yet, Yu Sheng had carried the bag behind him.

A good friend Liang Yifan's reminder suddenly hit his heart, Jin Linkun opened his mouth, and subconsciously glanced at Yu Sheng's bulging schoolbag.

The kid was very serious, flipped out the phone and opened the notepad: "If you don't call, it's not something that Brother can solve."

The author has something to say: Brother Sheng: Happy. :)