Don’t Talk To Me!

Jin Linkun stood on the podium for less than ten minutes, finished all the topics in a dazed gaze of the school tyrants, threw down chalk happily, and returned to his seat.

He was noticeable in his life, and his temperament was different from that of high school students. The way down from the podium was like a catwalk, and his eyes never stopped.

Yu Sheng was too lazy to look at him, bent his arm on the table, buried his head in it, turned over his phone and checked the nearby places where he could buy clothes and daily necessities.

N is not the same as the third one.

The area of ​​the school is too large. Students usually have to take a bus when they go to the school door. The restaurant, shopping mall, bookstore and supermarket in the school are all available. But now it is summer vacation, most of them are closed and did not open the door.

If you want to buy something, you can only take two trips to the downtown business district.

The training room network is not very good, just click a page and you have to turn several circles to jump out. Yu Sheng buried the first-class route and the navigation display was complete. Hearing that the people around him pulled open the chair and sat down, moved his arm to make room for him.

The next second, his shoulders suddenly caught his arm.

Yu Sheng exploded in an instant, dropped his phone and looked up.

"Hush—"

Jin Linkun's arm didn't move, he patted the hand on his shoulder and lowered his voice: "You have a stomachache, I have to care about you."

...

Yu Sheng only remembered the bad excuse for him to speak for himself.

He didn’t know much about this kind of friendly exchange between boys, and it’s unclear whether it’s normal to even shoulders, but he still tolerated it, and didn’t immediately throw a person over the shoulder and throw it into the tabletop: “I’m not concerned about it. ."

"No." Jin Linkun had a certain degree of proficiency, self-confidence, and guided him with certainty, "You nodded."

Yu Sheng frowned, raised his head subconsciously.

Jin Linkun turned sideways, raised his hand, and put it on his forehead seriously.

Yu Sheng stretched his shoulder unconsciously.

The touch from the forehead is very light. The palm was dry, slightly higher than his body temperature, and covered his forehead warmly.

The touch was almost forgotten.

Yu Sheng froze for a moment and closed his eyes silently.

Jin Linkun met the new roommate's eyes again and stopped for three seconds, promptly withdrawing that hand before the new roommate broke his wrist.

He turned his head around, scanned the circles of school tyrants who hurriedly turned his head to look no further, and patted Yu Sheng's shoulder with certainty: "Okay, they all believed."

"..."

Yu Sheng felt vaguely a little stomachache now, took a deep breath, and chopped off the other hand on his shoulder with a blank expression, and fell down again.

A decisive battle is a decisive battle.

In particular, a "top" was added.

From this name, it was destined to be full of pressure to oppress the nervous master duel.

The same is true even with the addition of grammar.

The innocent school bullies eased from Jin Linkun's rolling lecture method for a while, and then cheered up again. Under the leadership of Teacher Wan, they skillfully formed a study group and launched a vigorous brushing question PK.

Jin Linkun also looked very interested, looked around, elbowed back to Yu Sheng: "Friend, are you interested--"

Yu Sheng didn't raise his head: "No."

...

Jin Linkun had a good temper, and he didn't respond when he truncated the conversation. He leaned back to his side, lifted up two chair legs, and slowly swayed backwards. He picked up the roll and turned it over.

Yu Sheng leaned on his arm and swiped the map several times. Seeing that the number of rounds was increasing, he finally gave up completely and threw the phone back into the table.

He pillowed his arms up, his forehead resting against his forearms for a moment, and his eyes fell on those two overly long legs.

Until now, Yu Sheng suddenly realized that Jin Linkun had dropped out of school for a year, and it is probably the same here as him, in fact, no one knows.

His classmates should have finished the college entrance examination, and finally got rid of the **** mode of senior three. Now they should all be relaxed and play crazy, preparing for the upcoming university life.

The province focuses on a teaching building in the first grade, and the classes are missed. There is basically no intersection. Now this group of high school students who are about to enter high school three, even if they are from the same school, he is probably not familiar.

Yu Sheng lay on his stomach for a while and then turned his head: "Why did you go away from school?"

It was rare that he took the initiative to talk, Jin Linkun almost didn't react, and subconsciously looked behind him.

Everyone is well prepared for the duel of the masters. A set of "Grammar Practice" and "Decryption of Long and Difficult Sentences" are thrown on the table one after another, and they are thumped.

The school tyrants seem to be greatly stimulated, their fighting intentions are serious, and they are fighting and fighting.

Wan Yongming stood at the table with his waist bowed, and patiently soothed the head of classmate Kong.

...

"what."

Jin Linkun turned back, bent his legs, the chair fell back to the ground, and smiled: "Something happened."

He put down the roll, and the black eyes behind the lens curled up, patting generously on Sheng's shoulder: "Sleepy? Sleep, I will send you a whistle."

Yu Sheng frowned.

He could hardly think of any reason why Jin Linkun was able to suspend school.

This person is obviously the same as a question, even if there is something really wrong, he can take time to take the college entrance examination casually, and get a good grade back.

But he can also see that Jin Linkun did not want to answer this question.

Everyone will have something they don’t want to mention. Yu Sheng doesn’t plan to get to the bottom. He didn’t ask after asking a word, so he stopped doing more and went down again.

The classroom is a place suitable for sleeping.

Especially the classrooms that are surrounded by a passionate learning atmosphere.

Yu Sheng was really sleepy. He slept at 4 o'clock and 7 o'clock in the past two days. He only made up for sleep yesterday afternoon. The severely lack of sleep hurt the temples.

Originally thinking of staying back in the bedroom and sleeping again, Jin Linkun asked this question, and the more tired he was, the more he found that he could not ignore it.

"No need to."

Suffering from headache to headache, Yu Sheng heard himself say: "I sleep on my own, I don't need you."

The tone was a little rushed, Yu Sheng put his arms on his arms, and after a while, he slowed down a little, enduring the name of this too-second-two activity to barely speak: "Determination-decide your battle, my stomach does not hurt."

After saying this, he didn't wait for Jin Linkun's reaction, he buried it in his arm again, and closed his eyes.

–

The summer camps that Xueba gathers do not require teacher supervision, and pay more attention to giving full play to their initiative. Even at the level of similar achievements, everyone's learning habits are completely different.

Some people are accustomed to communication and improvement like this, some are used to studying in their own heads, and some people must be ruthlessly outside without turning a page, and when they come home, no one sees it and then play with the questions.

Adolescents' unique composure and sensitive self-esteem are mixed together. Many stubborn perseverances are actually a bit childish, but as the age grows, the original enthusiasm transforms and wears away a little, and it will become an unusually bright one in the memory.

Wan Yongming took the senior year of high school for many years, and all kinds of students have seen it, and he is extremely inclusive. He laughed and walked around with his hands, occasionally helping to guide two sentences when the two parties could not dispute, without interfering with anyone in any way.

But the two in the corner of the last row tied for second place, which undoubtedly aroused great concern from the entire seventh group of students.

In the seventh group of "Our Defense Learning Fascination Forces the Alliance" private chat group that I didn't know, who had pulled him in and kicked it out silently, the school tyrants who were killing Zheng Yan were using both hands with both hands. Fight each other, rushing to the water.

[I love chemistry:? ? Lao Kong, did you hear it right? What is the operation to answer the question by pinching the pulse? 】

[The first thing to do in dream test: It should be to suppress the speed. The abnormal question bank has to be re-answered a whole page faster. I am so angry that I almost smashed the computer. 】

[Duo Gu does not seek defeat: …Ok, I didn’t even find the bug of answering too quickly. 】

[Study makes me happy: I’m so careless, I thought it was a comrade in my side who could kick the learning god. It turned out to be a high-end game that I couldn’t wait for. 】

[Save me to learn God sitting behind me: please look carefully, they are not fighting. 】

The entire classroom was quiet for a moment, and the sights from all directions were converging without a trace, looking towards the last row against the door.

The two big players in the high-end bureau seem to be very out of tune, but unexpectedly they are very in tune.

The beating man is lying on the table and sleeping, the shirt sleeves are rolled up, his face is buried in the elbow, and his posture is very skillful.

The beaten gangster was sitting next to him, the shirt collar opened two buttons at random, holding the true question of the book eight, correcting the mistakes, turning upside down in a chair lazily, clutching the stack of rolls in his hand .

There is air conditioning in the classroom, but a hundred or so people are in a room. The temperature of young teenagers is as vigorous as learning, and it is still a bit hot.

Jin Linkun leaned sideways, and the book was placed on his lap at will. The fan of the scroll was not in a hurry. The airflow that was lifted could just hit two people from this angle.

...

[Learning makes me happy: couple, shirt? 】

[Learning makes me happy: Fuck, how to be anonymous? 】

Yu Sheng is very sensitive to people's eyes, and he still feels even when he is making up. He vaguely perceives that more and more eyes are thrown at him, his shoulders move, and he frowns to support them.

Jin Linkun attached great importance to cooperating at the same table, held up the book in time, and covered it firmly in front of his forehead: "It's okay, the teacher didn't come."

Yu Sheng: "..."

He was not reminded that he normally sent his whistle for others. In fact, he was not so blatant, Yu Sheng raised his hand to block the book, sat up against the edge of the table, and glanced into the classroom.

The tyrants withdrew their gazes one after another, and the sound of reading English suddenly sounded three degrees.

...

Yu Sheng was shaken for a while by the enthusiasm for learning, rubbed his forehead, touched the phone and glanced at the time.

He actually didn't think he could really fall asleep. But I don't know if the air conditioner here is of good quality, the wind is too comfortable, and I haven't taken a nap.

Perhaps because of the surrounding atmosphere, he had a short dream.

It's also English. Provincial speech contests, preparations for training before the game, and lively classrooms are all trying to correct accents that are still somewhat Chinese in style following the tape.

He lay on the table, pressed by his teacher under the arm for half a month, and pulled out the perfect manuscript from the dormitory and computer room countless times, competing for time to recharge.

The teacher indulged him very much, patted him on the shoulder and woke him up with a smile, telling his mother to see him, just outside the door.

The light outside the door was so bright that there were flowers in front of people's eyes. There were people beside the familiar figure, two big and one small, and the family stood intimately together.

The somewhat strange man bent down, wearing glasses, and patted his shoulder kindly.

"Xiao Sheng, my brother is going abroad soon. This competition is very important for his resume, can you borrow him for reference to your speech?"