Don’t Talk To Me!

The water area of ​​the anonymous forum was once again filled with blood and tears from seven groups of students.

The plot of this story is still a bit strange.

In the August 18th post, the relationship between the two bigwigs suddenly changed from going hand in hand to the toilet to an undercurrent.

More than one person took a vicious oath with a fifty-fifty mark, Kunshen not only secretly read a book while sleeping with a roommate and playing with a small lamp, he even slept a bit more for the purpose of deceiving a roommate. Bed.

Yu Sheng went out to wash his face, Jin Linkun was leaning against the door, holding his mobile phone and turning pages and pages.

Turning over, he sighed with emotion: "Three complaints. It is not reasonable to change this direction now."

Yu Sheng skipped the idiom and glanced at the screen of the mobile phone that he passed over, raising his eyebrows.

Except for the last time he spent more than an hour buying pancakes, he never saw this forum again. He thought that Jin Linkun didn't go shopping very much. He didn't expect his forum level to be quite high.

There were dozens of pages turned out on the previous eighteenth floor. The newcomers were really immobile. They were already almost sinking. This time the gossip was posted in another post.

After reading a few pages, Yu Sheng had a lot of emotions. Most of them sighed that I had the same intentions as me and I might have been quietly brushing questions in the middle of the night. I was struck by the remaining confidence. I reignited in the chests of the tyrants. Burned throughout the summer camp.

I didn't write any messy content like learning God's arrogance and getting along badly.

He didn't care much, handed back the phone, pulled a towel and wiped his face: "You didn't play a small lamp?"

Jin Linkun took the phone: "Call, but—"

Yu Sheng doesn't follow him but: "You didn't lie to me, are you in bed?"

Jin Linkun: "..."

The facts are indeed facts.

Had he not said more then, Yu Sheng would not have fallen asleep and slept directly over lunch, and finally woke up with a stomachache.

Jin Linkun put away his mobile phone, opened the can of millet and red date porridge, and handed it over: "Although I'm almost lettering myself now, I still feel that this matter can also be explained by my love with my roommate..."

Yu Sheng received half of it and was shuddered by his wording, withdrawing his hand: "Who is blind to you."

"OK, no blind date."

Jin Linkun spoke very well, nodded from Shanruliu, pulled his hand directly, and stuffed the porridge directly: "Eat a little, this stomach."

...

After drinking millet porridge, Yu Sheng felt that there was something wrong with this conversation.

In high school, the hot topic among students is destined not to last. Freshness has passed, and the water area has naturally become a new batch of gossip in the workshop.

The stone hammer that Kun Kun secretly learned by lighting the lamp basically turned over, but the effect brought by it didn't turn over.

The inexplicable dark lamp of the same model of the God of Learning is widely circulated in the camp. Economically-minded students quickly seized the opportunity to find the same wholesale purchase and were sold out in a flash.

Probably because of the nature of the triangular ruler set that must be passed on every exam, the sales of table lamps once remained high for the next few days.

A post counts the scattered sales, and finally, it has reached the unprecedented grandeur of a small table lamp for every ten people in the entire summer camp.

Yu Sheng went out to buy supper at night, and was even jammed with a decent leaflet under the street lamp.

"Look what?"

Jin Linkun looked up from the desk and saw that he was holding a piece of paper in his hand.

Yu Sheng didn't finish reading, he turned the leaflet to the side and cooked the Kanto on the table.

Jin Linkun looked at the leaflet with him and bowed his head to read: "Are you still sorry for the lack of time? Are you still worried about the short life? Are you still stunned because you have finished your roommate study... What is this?"

"it."

Yu Sheng turned his back and glanced at the source of evil on his desk, and shoved the leaflet into his hand: "Same kind of learning God, secretly immersed in learning while the roommate is asleep, fast charging, endurance Strong, can deal with a large number of sudden power outages, trips, world destruction and other unexpected situations, and the urge to learn at night is suddenly difficult to suppress—"

"Fine, spare me."

Jin Linkun smiled and shook his head to intercept Yu Sheng's words: "The world of learning to master is terrible..."

The books on his desk were piled up a bit messy, and he opened two next to each other.

The leaflet was about to be clipped in, and the line of sight was swept to the back of the small print, and the eyebrow peak suddenly lifted slightly.

Pick it up again and take a closer look.

Word is not bad.

Yu Sheng just turned the face after he finished reading the front, and at most he only glanced.

Yu Sheng has ended this topic and returned to his desk, pulling back the chair and preparing to eat.

Feeling his sight, Yu Sheng opened the chopsticks and glanced up: "Aren't you hungry?"

Jin Linkun looked really hungry, put down the leaflets, and gazed steadily, and put his hands on his shoulders: "Friend."

His shoulders were lowered and he met Yu Sheng's eyes, his attitude was even a little solemn, and he seemed to say something important.

Yu Sheng frowned.

In fact, he is not very comfortable with people so close. Three times and five times he was invaded by the person in front of him at a safe distance. A little bit, he could not control the person from falling out, and he was still not used to being looked at his eyes like this.

Especially this person's pupil color is particularly deep.

It's dark and deep, even if it's hidden behind the lens, it's inexplicably like it can **** people in.

The night outside the window was deep, the warm-colored lights fell down, the air conditioner sounded the wind, and the cool air flow wiped the skin between the arms.

Yu Sheng's heart beat inexplicably, squeezing the chopsticks in his hand, enduring not to poke him out of two holes: "Why."

Jin Linkun: "Do you want to study in groups?"

"..."

"Recall."

Yu Sheng sat in the evening self-study classroom and calmly watched the time schedule from 8 pm to 11 pm: "When you invited me to form a group, in addition to refusing, I once said, "It is better to learn from you." Late self-study' this kind of words?"

Jin Linkun thought for a while, and was very sure: "No."

Yu Sheng looked at "Do you really master the math of college entrance examination-conic curve" in front of him, took a deep breath, and exhaled for a long time.

The summer camp suddenly added a late self-study for the reason.

After buying a small table lamp, the school tyrants fell into the crazy late night brushing mode. Even if both of them were learning, they must turn off the lights and turn on the small table lamps to face each other. Atmosphere.

There was no big problem at the beginning, until the director in charge of summer camp life came to check the dormitory on a whim, and saw the white light in the dark black bedroom, the white light fluttering under the white light to the eyes. The godless face was almost immediately scared out of heart disease.

Lao Wan thought about it carefully. This was probably because the active learning enthusiasm of the school bulls had not been fully expressed.

"Three hours, forbearance is over."

Jin Linkun seemed to understand him very well. He swept the classroom to express his enthusiasm for his classmates and patted his arm: "I am not comfortable learning with so many people."

Yu Sheng is more than uncomfortable studying with so many people.

It took him too long to lay down his foundation. Even if he stayed in this summer camp inexplicably, his subconscious mind still resisted learning.

As long as it is like this, as long as it is no longer attracting attention and no longer standing in the eyes of everyone, it can completely sink those bad things into places that can't be remembered, and completely separate them from the past.

He knew this was wrong, but was blocked by inexplicable force and could not get out.

The activities of the seven groups these days are all self-study exchanges in various subjects, and neither participation nor compulsion is required, but the atmosphere of late self-study is very different.

Especially the sound of writing around and turning pages around. Everyone is immersed in learning. I wish they could put a progress bar on their head and write [Chemical Progress: 46/100].

The knuckles written by Yu Sheng unconsciously exerted their strength.

...

Just glance at it, don't go to the heart.

He sat at the table for a while, opened the exercise book stuffed by Jin Linkun, and turned a few pages.

Turning to the seventh page, the slightly heavy weight suddenly pressed between fingers.

Yu Sheng frowned, turning the page back.

A post-it note was posted on it.

Fluorescent yellow with a little dazzling eyes, very free and abstract brush strokes skewed obliquely, and only the thing with a mouth was drawn. The following is also intimately attached with a bold and chic font: Donald Duck.

Yu Sheng: "..."

God **** Donald Duck.

A little puzzling about the unique aesthetic of learning God, Yu Sheng sat for a while against the stick figure Donald Duck that seemed to have leaked after the Disney balloon, and touched his fingertips between the pages of the book, and found the next one on page 14. Post-it notes.

Probably it was confirmed on the first sheet that he didn't have the talent to draw Disney anime characters. On page 14, the post-it became Doraemon with a big mouth open.

Yu Sheng couldn't hold back, and continued to count a few pages later, and found the next few hand-drawn rollover works on pages 21, 28, and 35.

Yu Sheng pressed his forehead, thinking about Jin Linkun’s ingenious way of learning. He turned seven pages and found the last post-it on the thin last page of the book.

I probably also found out that I really don't have the talent for painting. I just wrote a line on the sticky note without drawing any lines that I could not understand without explanation.

The strokes are sharp, the clouds are flowing, and the shelf structure is so beautiful that it can be directly used as a hard brush calligraphy exhibition.

—The content of this page is too serious and there is no illustration.

Yu Sheng was slightly dumb and couldn't help raising his lips. He was about to close the book, but his hand suddenly stopped.

On the day of the decisive battle against grammar, there was an irritating English recitation.

Jin Linkun took the sixth-level vocabulary he had finished reading early in junior high school, leaned down, wrapped his hand around his shoulder, and opened the book.

...

"This is good."

Probably because his face was not really good, Jin Linkun took a little more effort than usual to hold his hand that day, warmly pressing his palm on his shoulder, trying to pull him out of the force.

"Look, this one also has illustrations."