Don’t Talk To Me!

Self-introduction like a large-scale netizen Ben Xianji exchange meeting continued until dark.

The roommates who were immersed in their studies suddenly began to fiddle with their phones, and the screen seemed to be straining.

Jin Linkun thought he was playing a game, and once tried to get help in the past, he was pressed back to his seat, and he had an extra two dollars of neutral pen in his hand.

"Not afraid of falling."

Yu Sheng's semantics are brief, and the pen in his hand turns around and stops in his fingers: "Hurry up, don't be distracted."

Jin Linkun was a little surprised, holding the pen for a while, raising his eyebrows, and the black eyes behind the lens suddenly brought a smile.

He was hanging on the chair a little lazily, but then suddenly he was holding his arms, sitting upright seriously, and re-clamped the pen according to the instructions.

Yu Sheng didn't know what could be taught about such things as turning pens. He tried his best to sum up a few things: "...Understood? Just turn it around."

Jin Linkun nodded solemnly.

He rarely sits upright, his wrists resting on the edge of the table, looking for his state with a pen in between.

Yu Sheng raised his head.

Jin Linkun lowered his eyelashes, his shoulders and lines were clear and smooth, his long, cold fingers slightly curled, and the humble fountain pen swayed gently between his fingers.

It seemed as if there was some kind of casual attraction.

Yu Sheng couldn't help frowning.

People with wide shoulders and nice hands are really annoying.

Yu Sheng categorically ended the short friendship lecture, looked away, and went back to prepare to continue to brush questions.

Only after opening the exercise book, the beautiful hand suddenly caught in a hurry.

Without catching it, the pen fell again on the table with a click.

...

Back to the dormitory, Jin Linkun was still thinking about the transfer.

Yu Sheng turned over the afternoon and had already finished the whole workbook, threw it back to him and went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

Jin Linkun took it over, still leaning on the desk and continued to try again and again, giving himself comfort and cheering: "It doesn't matter, this probably needs to be practiced slowly..."

Yu Sheng squeezed a large amount of hand sanitizer on the back of his hand, rubbing it for a while, and finally washed off the black spot that had been on the back of the hand for an afternoon.

He wanted to say that this talent and savvy basically didn't need to practice anymore, and the words came to his lips, but he still didn't speak.

"...May be a pen problem."

The hands were all covered with foam. Yu Sheng took the wrist and tapped the tap, flushed it under the water and flushed it: "I'll look for a special pen for turning."

"This one is also dedicated?" Jin Linkun was quite surprised. "Can I use my skills?"

"No."

Yu Sheng wiped his hands and snapped off the bathroom lights without expression: "Professional no water, no second point on my hand."

"..."

There is probably nothing that cannot be done in the growth experience of Xueshen. The failure of this incident hit Jin Linkun quite hard. Yu Sheng simply ate something. When he went to bed and lay down, he also saw a video tutorial of a silent pen on his computer screen.

Yu Sheng lay back on the bed, did not rush to sleep, and put his arms on his arms to sort out his thoughts today.

Returning to the long-lost learning state is actually not as uncomfortable as expected.

His habit of brushing questions is not the same as others, and he always reads the answers directly after reading the questions. It is almost memorable to read three or five questions of the same type of question. If you see a similar one, you can directly write the problem-solving process and embed it. If there are really too difficult and complicated, you will only brush ten more. Up.

Although the memory is somewhat stronger than the average person, it does not take much effort to remember. Yu Sheng still needs extra time to sort these out in order to avoid being dizzy by the messy memory.

The bedroom was very quiet, and Jin Linkun had adapted to his study habits in the past two days. Without a word, leaning back in the chair, he pulled out of the cursive paper that Yu Sheng had sandwiched in the exercise book.

The cursive paper has been filled with words, but it is still very clean, but it is more like a carefully organized note.

Yu Sheng's patience with the subject is actually very high. Even the basic subject still can't bear to jump. Every scoring point is listed properly, and the handwriting is also neat and tidy, only revealing in the pen. A little vague and sharp edge.

It was a bit too detailed, and even (1 point) this was written silently together.

Jin Linkun unconsciously watched as he withdrew and said, "This place also needs a point? Don't you write a deduction?"

"buckle."

Yu Sheng just sorted out his thoughts, got up and poured water to drink: "Jump, write the correct answer."

Jin Linkun raised his eyebrows in surprise, nodded, and continued to look at his cursive paper one by one: "No wonder I am always dissatisfied, too dark..."

Yu Sheng exchanged a glass of warm water, poured it in one breath, and glanced at him.

Jin Linkun is too fast to do the questions, and can't control the speed of thinking. He may not be able to write down the process completely when he looks back. In formal exams that are not all choices, they are not so dominant.

The handwriting on the cursive paper is much easier to read than in the exercise book. Jin Linkun reads it quickly, and after a while, most of it has been scanned.

While he couldn't help commenting on the trivial scoring points of the pits, he still took the cursive papers neatly and neatly stacked them together.

Yu Sheng frowned, and took away the stack of scratch paper: "What's so good about this thing."

Jin Linkun emptied his hand and looked up: "Isn't it for me?"

He sat in the desk lamp, and the temperament of the whole person was softened by the warm yellow light, which inexplicably coincided with the picture for a moment.

Yu Sheng stopped briefly, unmoved: "Have you finished reading?"

Jin Linkun is very honest: "I finished reading, but—"

"It's enough after reading."

Yu Sheng pulled out the stack of cursive paper, rolled it around, and threw it into the corner of the desk: "Writing blindly, don't keep everything."

Jin Linkun didn't stop, raised his hand and raised his eyes.

Not long after washing, Yu Sheng's hair was still a little bit tidy, and he wore a neat half-sleeved sleeve.

Jin Linkun couldn't help raising his hand, walked back halfway and came back, gently touched the tip of his nose, smiling: "Thank you."

He was very candid, leaned back in his chair and looked up at him, his expression was even a little more serious: "After reading it again, the thinking is clearer."

Yu Sheng looked at his hand and frowned.

He paused while holding the cup, didn't speak, put down the cup and turned back to lie down on the bed.

The ceiling lamp was not turned on, only the table lamp was turned on on Jin Linkun's table, and the light was almost dimmed when it reached the middle.

When Jin Linkun was sleepy, the movement of turning the book lightened again.

"It's okay."

Yu Sheng blocked his eyes with one hand: "Make a sound, anything will do."

Jin Linkun stunned: "Aren't you sleeping?"

Yu Sheng was quiet for a while.

"sleep."

He turned sideways and turned to the wall: "So get some movement."

Jin Linkun gently rang on the table, and the book was put down.

Yu Sheng lay down for a while, his mind still couldn't calm down, he could only bring up what he saw today from his memory, and repeated the silent repetition.

There was indeed more noise behind him, footsteps, slight knocking, and the sound of moving the chair, quietly and clearly in a small space.

Yu Sheng closed his eyes and was about to go to bed after memorizing the last page. A little light from the lamp suddenly turned on.

Jin Linkun held the book and sat down beside his bed.

Yu Sheng: "..."

Yu Sheng turned around: "No need to make such a big move."

"I tried it just now. It's just blocking the light."

Jin Linkun obviously thinks this is appropriate, and sincerely suggests, raising his hand Hu Lu and took a handful of his hair: "Talk for a while, you will sleep when you are sleepy."

The shoulders under Yu Sheng's quilt stiffened slightly.

He lay motionless for a while, turned slightly, and turned to face him.

Jin Linkun's hand was still resting on top of his head, and in such a motion, it seemed to rub gently twice.

"For some time last year, I suddenly felt that learning was boring, so I went to the youth training base and tried e-sports for a year."

Jin Linkun withdrew his hand and turned over the book. By the light, he continued to look at the remaining scratch paper: "Later, it was still easier to learn, so I came back."

...

Considering this person's technique of turning pens, Yu Sheng is not quite convinced.

But Jin Linkun said it was too serious. Yu Sheng looked at the shadow under the lamp, and after a moment of silence, he casually cooperated with the sentence: "What level?"

Jin Linkun paused, and adopted a more euphemistic side-contrast technique: "When playing games, some people think I am acting for me."

Yu Sheng couldn't hold back and laughed.

"Really."

Jin Linkun was very serious: "I was on my own number a year ago, the strength was raised too suddenly, too much hatred, there was always someone chasing me to beat me..."

He was still turning page by page, and suddenly he felt that the page had a different feel, and subconsciously turned to the side of the lamp: "What is this?"

"Huh?" Yu Sheng was really sleepy, his consciousness had been blurred to half, and Kangkala was back again.

He rubbed his eyes and remembered: "Basic information sheet, just help me put it on the table."

Jin Linkun promised, but couldn't hold back, glanced at the basic information form again.

The form has been filled to the end, it is estimated to be completed, but the parent column and the emergency contact below are empty.

"Don't think about it, my parents are still there."

Yu Sheng guessed what he was thinking and interrupted aloud: "I forgot to call the two of them, let me put it on the table, and went back and checked and filled it in."

Whatever happens to high school students is to find parents first. If the parents are filled in, the emergency contact will be called as if the column is empty.

Yu Sheng filled out the forms a few times in the third middle school, and it was a long memory. He was simply empty, and finally there was no more trouble.

He filled out the form and stuffed it directly into the workbook. Later, he forgot to take it out, and he was not prepared to let Jin Linkun see it.

Jin Linkun didn't speak.

Yu Sheng raised his eyelids, propped up his arms, and prepared to take it himself.

Before sitting up, Jin Linkun had put the exercise book together and placed it on Yu Sheng's pillow.

Yu Sheng frowned: "Why?"

Jin Linkun pressed him to lie back and covered him with the quilt.

He touched the pen, leaned down, filled the exercise book on the form, filled in a series of numbers, and signed his name.

"This kind of thing is not so troublesome, just fill me in."

Jin Linkun settled his last pen, and by the light, he turned over and showed him the form: "Remember my phone, I remember the phone."

The light was dazzling, and Yu Sheng narrowed his eyes unconsciously.

The black eye behind Jin Linkun’s lens was slightly bent, and the palm of his hand covered his neck, rubbing a hand: “Okay, next time I will be your emergency contact.”

The author has something to say: Kun God, a kind, attentive man who has become a father.