Don’t Talk To Me!

Yu Sheng actually wants to directly admit that he is blind.

But this force was pretended by Jin Linkun.

Not only was it pretended, but also with the natural temperament of beating, he also put this sentence together with the name of "friend" and thoroughly pulled it into the category of people who wanted to greet his family when he heard it.

Until now, the scene of Yu Sheng directly beating people on the podium has been widely circulated in the chat records of thousands of people, and he was resolutely selected as the biggest and most popular picture of the camp so far.

Yu Sheng grabbed the paper, stood at the door for five seconds, and looked up.

The appeal of reading comprehension does not look small.

The room was a lot quieter than before. No one practiced speaking. Wan Yongming sat on the seat expectantly. A group of school bullies looked at the door and waited for him to speak.

...

Yu Sheng raised his hand flatly, grabbed Jin Linkun who was curious, and returned to the corridor.

Jin Linkun was still looking at the paper in his hand. Suddenly, he pulled the door out of him and stood upright. His eyes behind the lens showed some doubt.

Yu Sheng looked at the true scholar who lived in the legend in front of his eyes, remembering Wan Yongming's words just now, inexplicably angered by the iron and steel, pulled the person to the window, frowned and asked in a low voice: "How come you have All right?"

Jin Linkun: "..."

The new roommate suddenly began to care about his studies, but he was still not used to it.

The question came suddenly, Jin Linkun propped the window sill, shoulders down with his strength, and opened his mouth deliberately, raising his eyes.

Stimulated by the situation in front of me, the teenager's voice was low, and the habit of not allowing people to close was temporarily put aside, holding his shoulder sleeve with one hand and pressing a little thin shoulder.

The boy is drawing, his bones are sharp, his eyelashes are long and thick, and his beautiful eyebrows are screwed tightly.

His eyes were dark, and with a little bit of anger, he stared round at him.

...

Seeing him this way, Jin Linkun was a bit dazed unconsciously, and inexplicably gave birth to a reflection on the test attitude that was not correct.

"Blame me."

He responded quickly, and he regained his mind and rubbed his forehead in an instant. Rarely unpretentious and humble, he sincerely apologized: "I counted, and I think it was enough."

Yu Sheng: "..."

Jin Linkun raised his head and asked with eyes.

"...It's okay."

Yu Sheng rubbed his forehead. "It shouldn't stop you from pretending."

He really didn't expect that this man would be even more annoying when he wasn't forcing.

Yu Sheng didn't want to speak softly to him, loosened his clothes, frowned, then picked up the roll and looked down at it several times.

He hasn’t studied it seriously in a long time, and his vocabulary has deteriorated badly. The book he can understand in his hand is really limited, and he doesn’t even have the conditions to edit it.

Yu Sheng couldn't hold his face from the podium to say, "This question is obviously wrong with ABD, so it's obvious to choose C." He grabbed the papers and raised his hand to rub his forehead.

The tension brought by the clothing suddenly disappeared, Jin Linkun straightened his waist, and his eyes stopped on the roll for a while.

Follow the hand upwards and move to the person holding the roll.

Yu Sheng's clothes were soaked and he was wearing his shirt. The cuffs were folded neatly, pressed against the elbows, and the collar slipped tightly to the head, two different styles from his body.

Obviously terrible, but in any case can not suppress the strength in the teenager's body.

Bright and pure, ramming straight, involuntarily breaking through the imprisonment and protruding his head.

Jin Linkun raised his hand subconsciously.

Yu Sheng was trained to be immune. He opened his hand halfway up, frowned, and looked down at the paper.

"It's okay, don't need to be too detailed, just talk about the idea."

Jin Linkun finally realized his resistance to the materialization of the paper, and after thinking about it, he kindly helped in the past: "How did you do it?"

Yu Sheng looked up without expression: "Putting on the pulse and answering a question with six heartbeats."

...A bit familiar.

Jin Linkun coughed lightly, raised his hand to touch the tip of his nose, and was about to change his way to chat with his new roommate. A dumb noise came from behind them.

Looking up, the deputy leader Kong Jiahe was standing blankly at the door.

Obviously, after hearing what Yu Sheng said just now, his face was a little white, and his eyes were fixed on the two of them. He opened his mouth and said nothing.

It's inexplicable to cry.

Yu Sheng had a headache.

Realizing the ambiguity of what he said just now, Yu Sheng put down the paper: "I mean, I am indeed blinded."

He paused, raised his head, and glanced at the two people in front of him.

"..."

Yu Sheng: "You two, believe it first."

Kong Jiahe apparently didn't listen in. He picked up the Oxford dictionary smashed on his feet and pushed open the door to float into the activity room.

Jin Linkun met his gaze, lowered his hand, and nodded sincerely: "I believe."

Yu Sheng didn't think he believed.

I wasn't ready to imagine what this sentence would be like when the deputy leader entered the activity room. Yu Sheng slammed the roll into his hand and turned to prepare to go back to the bedroom to collect things and go over the wall.

Only one step was taken, and his shoulder was suddenly lightly caught.

Yu Sheng's shoulder was stiff, and when he raised his hand, he would push away this guy who had no sense of distance, but Jin Linkun had leaned against him, his shoulders slightly tilted down: "Don't like English?"

...

Yu Sheng raised his eyebrows.

He didn't know if he still liked this option.

For the first time, when I felt that the person in front of me was still not so punished, Yu Sheng glanced at Jin Linkun, which was very straightforward: "I don't like it."

With previous experience, he didn't throw a sentence and ignored it, explaining with patience: "I really don't like it. My final exams are all written in pinyin."

This kind of operation is undoubtedly incomprehensible for the existence above the level of Xueba. Jin Linkun didn't speak, his hands were still on his shoulders, and he stood there thinking for a while.

Yu Sheng was accustomed to the appearance that these people had never seen the world and was too lazy to be ridiculed by him. He wanted to pick the hand away, but Jin Linkun suddenly realized that he nodded convincingly: "It makes sense."

Yu Sheng: "..."

He heard this sentence more than once.

The first time was that this man was actually pretending to use the toilet to wash his face. After the second time the other person made a speech, he completely plagiarized his answer in public, which directly led to his dilemma.

Yu Sheng didn't care before, but now he connected, and finally realized afterwards.

Jin Linkun may be seriously studying and summarizing the tricks of pretending.

...

After staying with this person for a long time, he might be hurting himself when he thunders.

Yu Sheng raised his hand, carrying Jin Linkun's sleeve, and removed the arm that hung on his shoulder.

Jin Linkun was so weak that he threw his arms down, and said: "Really ready to go?"

"if not?"

Yu Sheng's tone was calm: "I said it was Mongolian. I recite the English word back to abandon. I don't need to work, I don't study hard.

His words slammed.

...Can't poison milk anymore.

In case it is true that the times are all right, this summer camp will probably never be able to get out again.

terrible.

Finally, Ma Hou was a little wary of his mouth. Yu Sheng opened his mouth and swallowed the last sentence back to meet Jin Linkun's staring gaze.

"..."

Yu Sheng: "Is there a pen."

Jin Linkun: "...?"

Half a minute later, Yu Sheng sat in the position, thinking expressionlessly how he was for a pen, and was coaxed into the classroom from the back door by the **** rubbing his head.

The main reason may be in the head.

Yu Sheng was lying on the table, watching Jin Linkun explaining to Teacher Wan that his stomach was uncomfortable and giving a topic for himself on the podium.

...

There is nothing wrong.

He was pushed up by him, rubbed two, and then followed him involuntarily.

Look back to see if any symbols are drawn on the man's hand.

Yu Sheng leaned back, leaning **** the back of the chair, and looked up at the podium.

When Jin Linkun gave a lecture, he was actually very serious.

It is estimated that he has never been to the podium. He is calm and even a little leisurely, saying that he will have line-of-sight communication with the audience. Yu Sheng raised his head a moment later, and met his gaze at least three times.

The essay-like article seemed to be simpler than Pinyin in Jin Linkun's hands. After scanning it, it was easily translated.

He was outstanding in appearance, holding a few pages of printing paper in one hand. The long and narrow black eyes were separated by lenses, and the whole person took on the careless and graceful temperament. Slender fingers squeezed a piece of chalk loosely and wrote a beautiful string of English on the blackboard.

Yu Sheng narrowed his eyes, subconsciously licked his tiger teeth, and the pen in his hand turned twice.

The cell phone in the table suddenly lit up.

Yu Sheng took a look at it, it was a text message sent by Duan Lei.

-Brother Sheng! How did you survive in the summer camp? Don't you have to do your homework in class?

-Conscience of the world, I didn’t intentionally betray you at that time, the tyrants of the schoolmasters deeply shocked me! You have at least been awesome, and my family has failed three generations. I don’t think it’s really an area where I can get involved...

— Speaking of it, did you bring nothing, do you buy it over there? Do you want me to visit you?

Yu Sheng leaned back, touched the phone and replied a few words, telling him not to toss about it, so he needed to do it directly if he needed it.

He turned off the screen and was about to throw the phone back. Duan Lei sent the last message again.

—Brother Sheng, how does it feel to study, handsome?

Yu Sheng looked at the news and was startled.

He lowered his eyelashes, his fingertips paused for a while in the reply frame, and then glanced at Jin Linkun, who was on the podium, and bowed his head again.

Just about to type, Jin Linkun also ended the cursive display that no one could understand, and the magnetically pleasant subwoofer sounded.

"...It is not difficult to find out by reading the question, the choice of this question A, B, D is obviously wrong."

"Obviously, the answer should be C."

Yu Sheng: "..."

In City H, Duan Lei is holding a fried chicken takeaway and fighting happily in an Internet cafe. The phone on the table suddenly lights up.

Yu Sheng: Handsome ass.

The author has something to say: Brother Sheng: You, believe me, thank you. :)