Don’t Talk To Me!

On the first day of the opening of the provincial college league summer camp, the two tied for the second place and became famous throughout the camp.

One was because he gave an overly under-speaking speech on stage, and the other was because he responded to the strong wishes of everyone on the stage and directly beat him.

Wan Yongming is an old teacher with rich teaching experience. He held the frame calmly and continued the interview while seeing the stitches: "Don’t do it. There are many ways to solve problems without hands in our lives... Then the trick for students is what?"

Yu Sheng also twisted Jin Linkun's arm and looked up at the microphone handed to him, looking up in disbelief.

Teacher Wan was very patient, and he probed his arm forward and thoughtfully passed the microphone through the gap between the two.

Yu Sheng: "..."

He understood a little bit why this sweeping monk could sit in the high school senior high school for many years.

Jin Linkun, with his arms outstretched, had no self-recognition of copying the answers in person, and he enthusiastically voted for Tao Li, and turned back to provide him with ideas: "Study hard, review scientifically, and straighten your mind..."

"Sleep at four and start at seven."

Yu Sheng didn't look at him at all, pressed his shoulders blankly, and pressed down hard: "Beat the unsightly person every day."

Before the new dormitory list was released, Yu Sheng hadn't thought about it. He could still overturn the car for the second time so soon after he had put his poisonous milk into this MLM organization.

He soon had the opportunity to beat the unsightly people every day.

Looking at the new roommate who was putting his kraft paper bag on the table in front of him, Yu Sheng stood in the hallway, patted the door on the face with an expressionless face, turned and walked away.

He felt that his brain was probably in trouble.

Skip class can escape, summer camp is not a concentration camp. Obviously, I can go home and sleep for a day and play another day of games, and somehow wasted such a long time in such a place.

Yu Sheng came concisely with a school bag on his body. The light pack traveled half a circle on the unusually large campus of N, and found a relatively friendly fence.

The weather in July and August is hard to predict. At noon, the sun is still poisonous as if Kuafu is chasing, but this time it has been overcast, and it has started to cloud from the sky.

Several dragonflies glide against the blades of grass, and the air gradually brings the cool cool tide characteristic of the rain.

Yu Sheng took two steps back, preparing to turn up.

Suddenly someone called his name behind him.

Yu Sheng knows no one but Jin Linkun here, frowning instinctively, turning back to look at it.

He was called a tall, thin boy.

Wearing glasses, wearing the school uniform of the famous high school in the city B next door, with one hand in his pocket, he walked towards him.

The scope of this summer camp covers the whole province, and all cities allocate places according to the number and quality of schools. The basic ones that can come are the top names of top high schools, which are more or less proud.

The man's arrogance was particularly obvious in front of him. Looking at him up and down, his expression almost showed obvious disdain.

"It turns out that it's really you. I dare not believe the name. I thought I was wrong."

The boy stood in front of him, his eyes sneered, and he lowered his voice close: "Others don't know, I don't know yet? The province's second... How did you get in, the answer?

Yu Sheng: "..."

It's not easy to learn bully, of course, he is understandable with a little arrogance.

But he looked at these people provocatively and provocatively. Probably just like these people looked at him as an auxiliary line, he could not understand why the other party could do such a simple thing so complicated.

The boy had to go on, Yu Sheng could not help rubbing his ears, interrupted sincerely: "Wait a minute"

In normal times, Yu Sheng will habitually add a "friend" as a greeting before preparing to start.

But after being so much called by Jin Linkun, he inexplicably felt that the word also became as punchy as a black shirt, and simply deleted the sentence completely in the opening remarks.

There are too many people who want to fight with him. Yu Sheng really didn't recognize who this person was, and felt that he was already polite enough, and looked at him carefully: "We know?"

The boy choked and stared at him, his face sinking instantly.

"You don't know me? Wasn't it when you robbed me?"

With a chuckle, he couldn't help it anymore and raised his hand to pull Yu Sheng's clothes: "Aren't you rich at home?! You can buy everything, no matter how hard we try, you just need to stretch your hand!"

Yu Sheng frowned, separated his hand and stepped back half a step.

After being reminded by this, Yu Sheng finally vaguely remembered which one this person was, and tried hard to think about his name: "Song-Shen Ming?"

When he was in junior high school, he was still the best private in City B. There was a national literary report performance, and various schools shared the quota for the show. Their school happened to be the piano soloist.

The top private junior high school, a lot of piano tenth level. This Song Shenming seems to have the highest level in it, and he started preparing early. In the school, he directly defaulted the quota of performances on his own head, and soaked in the piano room every day to practice hard for a long time.

As a result, when the jury came, Yu Sheng was forcibly pulled back from the basketball court by the teacher and sat in front of the piano for half an hour.

"Don't pretend, I have long inquired. You are in the most trashy high school there, aren't you?"

Song Shenming looked a little gloomy and bullied Shen Sheng: "You are at this level-worrying about not being able to enter a good university, come to the summer camp to be gilded? I advise you to save this thought, this is not where you came from..."

Yu Sheng sighed.

He wanted to save this thought too much.

Had it not been for the person who suddenly stopped him inexplicably, he had now turned over the wall to leave this place where he should not have come.

Song Shenming actually played the piano a few times, his skills flew up, and his rhythm was fine. But because of too much emphasis on showing off skills, the tension is dry and the emotions are weak, and the overall completion is actually very low.

The shadow left by this incident to Song Shenming was obviously very deep. Yu Sheng didn't want to stimulate him any more, rubbed his wrist, and was ready to remind him that as long as he made a way, he could smoothly get out of here.

However, Song Shenming had no consciousness. The anger that was originally intended to be taken away at an inexplicable opportunity was once again stimulated to the top after seeing him. He sneered in a low voice: "There is no one to teach in life, what is the use of money? --"

The last word hadn't been spoken yet. His neckline suddenly tightened, and the whole person involuntarily stepped back several times, his back hitting the wall heavily.

Too arrogant strength made his chest sullen, his eyes were black, and his mouth was opened without a sound.

Yu Sheng's expression was plain, and he carried him against the wall: "What did you just say?"

The sky was overcast to the extreme, the wind was getting colder, and the big raindrops fell one by one.

The young man had sharp shoulders and no expression, but his body was already sharp and sharply chilled, and his exceptionally soft and beautiful appearance could not be neutralized.

He held him easily with one hand, and the coldness between his eyebrows came out.

Song Shenming's impression of him still rests on yawning and popping Bach on the piano, his throat moved, and then he became suspiciously: "You-what are you going to do? This is not where you get confused!"

"Then what do you do here?"

Yu Sheng narrowed his eyes, raised his palms, and raised his lips. "I don't have anyone to teach, there is money, don't you know?"

Song Shenming was speechless by him, whispered, his eyes finally showed a deep fear.

The sullen thunder rolled, and the big raindrops smashed down, and in a blink of an eye, a rain curtain was ripped open, and the leaves crashed and clanged.

Yu Sheng stood in the rain for a while, squeezed his hand slowly, and threw Song Shenming to the ground.

Yu Sheng looked down, his tone calm: "Go away."

Song Shenming was frightened, and struggled to get up, running away without a shadow.

The rain is getting bigger and bigger, cold, and it hurts life. Yu Sheng didn't feel over the wall, so he found a tree, took off his wet coat, and closed his eyes against the tree.

play piano.

After spending too much time in No. 3 Middle School, if Song Shenming suddenly bumped into his face to get up, he almost forgot that he would play the piano.

He was three years old when he first touched the piano. He was picked up and placed on a bench that was not much shorter than him.

The parents were there, a smile rubbing his head, a big white rabbit toffee that was never allowed to eat quietly in his hand while his wife was not paying attention.

The memory of sugar stopped at the age of seven, and I haven't touched it for many years, and the taste of the big white rabbit has faded into the memory.

Later, Yu Sheng had a whim, and he also tried to buy a bag. The milk was very thick and sweet, and it was not tasteful.

I don't know why I was crying and making troubles when I was a child.

The tree couldn't hold back much rain, and the wind rolled into the drenched clothes, chilling straight into the bone.

Yu Sheng took a deep breath and drove the already blurry picture out of his mind. He was preparing to find a place where he could avoid the rain, but the rain above his head suddenly stopped.

Yu Sheng was stunned and raised his head subconsciously.

An umbrella stopped above his head.

The logo of the summer camp that I don't know is printed. At first glance it is a souvenir. The quality seems to be pretty good, but it is a bit small and basically enough for only one person.

Jin Linkun held an umbrella, the shirt cuffs were a little wet, and he folded a few folds up, loosely stuck between his elbows.

The umbrella was too small. As soon as he stepped back, he was drilled into the neckline by the raindrops and hit a spirit. He had to lean forward: "Friend, I have brought such an umbrella with me--"

Yu Sheng did not plan to cooperate, and raised his hand to push the umbrella back: "No."

He turned around and walked away, and within a few steps, the umbrella came up without hesitation.

Yu Sheng sometimes couldn't figure out where he came from so much kindness. After shaking it a few times and not throwing it away, that constant irritability finally rushed up completely, grabbing the arm that he passed over, and shoulders hard One.

All along, he actually held back the fire.

Maybe it started from the third middle school, maybe earlier, every time the parent meeting with empty seats was picked up less and less, and finally there was only a busy tone on the phone. When I returned home, it was quiet to a quiet night. A little bit of anxiety accumulated.

He couldn't figure it out, either because his parents had a new family and life, and he didn't lack any money to support him. What's wrong with it?

What the **** is there to fuck.

Yu Sheng closed his eyes vigorously and took a deep breath, causing Shi Chengli to grab him, pulling the person hard towards himself, and slamming it against his shoulder.

Jin Linkun's skill is not inferior to him, he doesn't need to keep his hands like every time. Yu Sheng wanted to fight so hard, even if he had a bruised nose and a swollen face, as long as he could vent that irritability and ask him to do anything.

He didn't keep a bit of his hand, and originally thought there would be strong resistance, but the person who was pulled by him didn't even move, so he fell sturdily and fell into the rainwater. on the grass.

The umbrella fell to the ground, and Gu Lulu rolled twice.

Yu Sheng was startled.

Jin Linkun was lying on the ground, his shirt was completely soaked, his forehead was soaking wet, and he looked rare and embarrassed.

However, he was still in a restless and restless posture, so he lay down on the wet grass and groped for the glasses that had been rained together. He extended his hand towards Sheng and waited for him to come over and pull him.

Just like he believed that Yu Sheng would pick up his glasses.

Yu Sheng couldn't help but frowned, and later realized that the other party promised to "make you really fall next time". After a moment of anger, he pulled people up in the past: "You have no brains? Such a heavy rain- "

Jin Linkun was pulled up by him and stood up, his black eyes bent, raised his hand on his head and rubbed it.

Yu Sheng was once again grabbed by the fate of his neck, and his voice stopped unconsciously.

"I saw it, it doesn't hurt to fall here."

Jin Linkun picked up the umbrella with great perseverance, raised it over the heads of two soaked people, and touched his hair. The other hand that he was always clutching passed over: "Cooperate, the dormitory is far away."

A big white rabbit toffee was stuffed by him and fell into Sheng's hands.

The sugar paper was still dry, and with the slight warmth of the other palm, it rolled gently.

Yu Sheng: "..."

How did this factory open for so many years.

The author has something to say: Kun Shen is taking his wife very seriously, but I don't know why Renji always approaches the old father.