Don’t Talk To Me!

I took the subway for more than half an hour early in the morning and bought pancakes and cult pancakes.

Then I took the subway for more than half an hour to come back.

Yu Sheng took the coat and rolled two hot plastic bags, and pushed back the door of the bedroom, still wondering why he had toss about this trip.

Jin Linkun was in the bedroom this time, holding a book and leaning on the sofa.

Yu Sheng thought he was reading a book, but when he got closer, he realized that he was holding up the big book with high skill.

The sofas in the dormitory are standard. Jin Linkun is tall and has long legs.

He was spreading books on his legs, the whole person was stuck in the sofa, his shoulders and back were slightly curved by the shirt, and his eyes closed slowly.

Without glasses, his eyelashes are particularly clear.

It's very long, like a crow, so it looks extremely dense, with a touch of blue underneath.

Yu Sheng closed the door and bent over to read the book.

When he fell asleep, Jin Linkun actually looked quite quiet.

There is neither a lazy and casual posture in peacetime nor a vague alienation that seems to be unable to enter the crowd that day.

Before he had time to sort out the thoughts that had popped out, Jin Linkun's eyes moved, and suddenly he opened at a close distance.

Seeing that there was a person in front of him, he closed the book, leaned back a little later, and narrowed his long, narrow black eyes.

Yu Sheng looked up: "..."

It was probably a little unclear to ride the subway for an hour.

The room was quite quiet. When the two people met, Yu Sheng straightened up and took a big step back from the sofa.

He backed away too quickly, not paying attention to what was behind him, and his leg suddenly hurt so badly.

Last night when Jin Linkun dragged the suitcase up, it was quite late. Seeing that Yu Sheng was already very sleepy, he threw it there without frustration. This morning, two people went out one before the other, and no one could take care of it.

In this step of Yu Sheng's retreat, the left calf was firmly scraped on the corner of the stack of copperplate books with thick covers.

The book corners are very sharp, and there are several books with copper edges, and he fell to the ground with him.

Yu Sheng couldn't help but take a breath, closed his eyes.

The first intimate contact with a long time reunion with knowledge.

It was really impressive.

After Jin Linkun squinted Fan Er's eyes, he hadn't had time to react further.

He just woke up, still not calming down, touched his glasses, tried to speak out to the more familiar silhouette of the human body in front of him: "Yu Sheng...?"

In the morning Jin Linkun went over the wall and went out, originally intended to bring Yu Sheng back with breakfast. When I saw the news from Yu Sheng, I didn't buy anything and waited for more than half an hour in the bedroom.

Then I fell asleep hungry accidentally.

Waking up hungry again, his new roommate poked in front of him with a familiar aroma of pancakes.

The thinking that just woke up was a bit chaotic. Jin Linkun touched his glasses and put them on, and then figured out what was happening. He quickly stood up and said: "Is it all right? Didn't you touch--"

Yu Sheng divided his cult pancake from the wrapped coat and threw it over: "It's okay."

He moved his left leg, glanced at the pile of books scattered on the ground, still couldn't help but leaned over and picked it up, and gathered his hands on the desk: "Where did you go this morning?"

It's absolutely impossible to say that it's clearly going over the wall and coming back by yourself.

Yu Sheng has no clear idea for the time being, so he is ready to refer to Jin Linkun's morning itinerary casually, and what reason he should go out to do in the morning.

He just asked casually. Unexpectedly, Jin Linkun was really surprised by him. He opened his mouth and did not answer immediately.

Yu Sheng squatted on the ground, picked up the last few books, and raised his eyebrows.

"...Walk."

Jin Linkun was so anxious that he quickly came up with an answer. With his long legs striding over, he squatted down to help him pick up those books: "What about you?"

Yu Sheng: "..."

Yu Sheng expressionless: "Morning."

In the next few days, the summer camp gradually spread the legend of two second-ranking big brothers, the German intellectual body, who worked hard early in the morning to walk and walk in the morning.

The body is the capital of learning, and Lao Wan is very pleased. I think this is also a very encouraging thing. I specially added an optional activity of morning reading and rushing to let the leaders of the groups notify them.

"Friend, discuss it."

After sitting up on the bed at 5:30 the other day, Jin Linkun finally couldn't hold it, his arm was loose, and the whole person smashed back into the bed: "It can't be too early, my fault, I didn't go for a walk that day."

Yu Sheng fumbled and pressed the alarm clock.

Before he was completely awake, he removed his arm that blocked his eyes, tried to lift his eyelids, and glanced at the sky that hadn't completely lighted up outside the window.

Jin Linkun made up his mind to take a truce and pulled him back into his body again, "I went over the wall that day and played the game."

"..."

The entire dormitory followed a moment of silence.

Yu Sheng sat up with his arms, and gave him a cold look.

Jin Linkun turned to look at him, sincerely: "Really."

Yu Sheng yelled, "I didn't go to the morning run that day, I did not recite words."

Jin Linkun: "..."

The two people got up early in the past few days, and the alarm clock went straight back from 7:00 to 5:00. Yu Sheng was too sleepy. He casually uttered this cargo that had to be loaded even when he got up, deleted the remaining alarm clocks, and closed his eyes behind his back.

To tell the truth, no one believed. Jin Linkun scratched his hair and was a bit worried. He sat up and wanted to explain to him.

The movement of him getting up was actually quite small. When Yu Sheng was asleep, he couldn't detect it nine times out of ten. He often opened his eyes and the opposite bed was empty.

But no matter how small, there is still a voice.

Yu Sheng was recreating the critical moment of drowsiness. Hearing the news of Suo Suo getting out of bed behind him, he pressed the quilt into the bed, rolled a roll skillfully, and shrank from the roll with his eyes closed.

Jin Linkun unconsciously gave a meal.

The style of the young boy's quilt was very uninhibited. Most of his face was buried in the quilt, but the back was not covered much, and the clothing was rubbed halfway up.

Yu Sheng was covered with a quilt and his voice came out a little dull: "Aren't you sleeping?"

"...Ah." Jin Linkun separated, and the reaction was a bit slow. "Sleep."

Yu Sheng fell into the quilt again, raised his arm to cover his eyes, and it was a response.

Jin Linkun stood for a while, and went back lightly to tighten the curtains.

He lay back and slept again.

The two big guys with all-round development of the German intellectual body slept in the dark all morning.

The school tyrants, who strictly followed the study and rest of the day every day, watched the morning, and accidentally threw an empty air, and the tense breath quickly surged in the seven groups.

[Save me I can’t get up: it’s over, I didn’t keep up with the morning run today, did I get up so late? 】

[Quit coffee or stay up all night: I didn’t follow the walk here, my mind collapsed. 】

[Early to bed and early to rise: God is the God, must have finished the morning run and walk before 5:30. 】

[Early birds get worms to eat: morning exercise ends at 5:30, and there is a full six hours and 30 minutes between lunch and twelve. Even if you deduct half an hour for breakfast, there is still a long period of time to be able Used to learn from knowledge and improve oneself. By comparison, we are too lazy. 】

[Be the first to dream a dream: …not to mention laziness, can you always change your name? Who is talking now? ? 】

[Early Rush Chong Chong Chong: It’s okay, just pretend you know, anyway. 】

...

The teaching method of Wan Yongming's teacher is different from others, which directly leads to the seven groups' style of painting being very different from other groups.

I don’t know if it’s too long to take the third year. It’s very important to come to the relatively relaxed summer camp. Lao Wan instead pays special attention to the overall development of the students.

For example, he always firmly believes that only after a preliminary understanding of each other, such a thing as self-introduction can be maximized, so it must not be too hasty.

So that the other groups introduced themselves on the first day, only seven groups from the beginning of the camp, always let the friendship grow freely in the WeChat group and anonymous forum.

Until now, everyone in the whole team knew Jin Linkun and Yu Sheng, and even the two team leaders and deputy team leaders still had incomplete names.

The school tyrants didn't care much about the name because they failed to keep up with the diligent footsteps of the school god. Embracing each other in the group for a lap of comfort, they unanimously placed their hopes on Kong Jiahe, the only deputy leader of the dormitory where the two lived.

The seven groups of students who were hit hard decided to follow in the footsteps of Kong to see what the two gods who had already finished their morning exercises at 5:30.

Kong Jiahe is the most standard kind of good student. He never dare to misrepresent the notice. After hearing a few words, he shook his head and refused. It wasn't until the team leader personally pulled out a hard-covered out-of-print Huanggang question bank and shot it on the table that he finally rounded his eyes a little.

...

Near noon, the deputy team leader Kong, with the silent and enthusiastic encouragement of a group of people, knocked on the door tremblingly.

With two taps, the door was pulled open from inside.

Jin Linkun stood at the door and glanced at the dozen or so powerful people, raising his eyebrows: "What's the matter?"

His voice was low originally, and his tone did not know why it was lighter than usual. The long and narrow black eyes were hidden behind the lens, and the end of his eyes was lazy and slightly curved, and he could not see the emotion.

Kong Jiahe instantly lost his mind: "Yes, yes..."

A group of people was very inhuman, leaving Kong Jiahe alone to face the big brother's aura, trying to covertly look into the door slit.

In the bedroom, I don't know why the curtains were pulled tightly, and everything in the room was surrounded by a hazy dim.

Jin Linkun's table was close to the door, and he could vaguely see that seven or eight books were spread out horizontally, and a small lamp was lit in the corner, with a faint white light.

Like a mysterious ritual of summoning knowledge.

Kong Jiahe was so guilty that he swallowed and swallowed hard, thinking hard about the line: "Something..."

Jin Linkun didn't want to wake Yu Sheng, and stopped the person again, blocked himself, and gestured to lower his voice: "Hush."

Kong Jiahe shut his mouth tightly.

Looking at the guy who was so nervous that he couldn't even speak, Jin Linkun lowered his gaze, raised his hands and kneaded his neck, and thoughtfully opened his mouth for him: "Is there any group activity today?"

Kong Jiahe nodded hurriedly and hurried down his head: "Yes, teacher Wan-teacher Wan said that everyone should deepen their understanding of each other, so we are encouraged to have dinner at the top floor of the canteen at noon and exchange ideas with each other... …"

Jin Linkun raised his eyebrows.

He seems to be lazy and casual, but his aura is so strong that he can't ignore it. It's simply not right for a high school student who normally loves learning.

Kong Jiahe was completely exhausted by the courage of the out-of-print question bank. After he glanced at it, the whole person was completely frozen.

The leader of the seven groups coughed and bravely came up to the rescue: "Kun God, everyone just wants to make a friend, know each other, help each other and improve together..."

Jin Linkun smiled and nodded in coordination: "Very good."

The seven group leaders breathed a sigh of relief: "Are you coming?"

Jin Linkun: "No, I am still used to being promoted by myself."

Leader: "..."

He refused to be too fluid, and everyone looked at each other, but he hadn't figured out anything new yet, and there was some vagueness in the room.

It was too dark in the room, and no one thought there was a person in it.

Jin Linkun was quite indifferent, his body probed back: "Wake up?"

"No."

The two of them had some inexplicable comparisons about getting up early for several days. Yu Sheng's drowsiness had not retreated in the too comfortable dark environment, and yawned: "Are you up?"

Jin Linkun gave a soft smile, his voice lowered, and he closed the door.

"not yet."

A deep voice loomed out of the door crack, and the ending sound was a little light, and was completely blocked with the light.

"I'm still in bed, sleep."