Don’t Talk To Me!

According to the feedback from seven groups of students who were stationed in the bathroom, Kunshen hadn’t come out all night after being pulled into the dorm by the collar.

"It may have been stewed. I passed the door of their dormitory last night and smelled the aroma of the food."

Cen Rui was very worried, and lowered his voice to report to a group of people: "Speaking of it, you probably don't believe it, and there is still a slur."

"It's so terrible." Xia Junhua shivered. "Weak meat and strong food. Is this the world of the strong?"

Liang Yifan regretted it and patted his head hard: "blame me, think things are too simple. If you are right, you should let Kunshen tear the security window..."

"Okay, don't talk nonsense."

The group leader of the seven groups had a headache for the group that was flying more and more, and turned the news to rumor: "Did you not see the circle of friends? That is porridge. Brother Sheng has a fever, and God is cooking for him."

After passing the familiarization and transition period of the camp, the rhythm of the summer camp also began to be on the right track. There are a lot of introductions and lectures about college subjects every day to help these students in the forefront of the province to be more clear about their future choices and also attract students in advance for the self-enrollment that will start soon.

The lecture started on the first day today, and the two people were absent together in the morning. Ding Zhengjiao sent the morning news one after another before asking about Yu Sheng's fever.

Yu Sheng, who hasn’t sent a circle of friends for thousands of years, also made a picture of Zhang Conge for an unknown reason. The text: delicious [/smile][/smile], he threw it there without replying to any of the comments below.

I don't know why, Ding Zhengjiao always feels that the two smiling faces with rolled eyes still have other deeper meanings.

Cen Rui immediately flipped out his phone, swiped down quickly, and found the circle of friends soon.

A few people on the edge also joined together, squeezed on the armrests of the chairs in the auditorium, opened the photo of the porridge, and followed eagerly to find new clues for reasoning.

Ding Zhengjiao did not participate in this boring act and continued to send his message to Yu Sheng.

Seven sets of No.1: Brother Sheng, are you better now?

Seven sets of No.1: This lecture seems to be organized by the vice president of admissions of N University to talk about the summer camp guarantee. If you ask each group to call the rolls, you have to report the list back. Can you and Kunkun come here?

Seven groups No.1: If you are uncomfortable, we will help you sign a name on behalf of you, there should be no major problems, but the content seems to be very important.

...

The requirements of this lecture are stricter than the previous ones. Not only the names of the leaders of the groups are required, but the people who come must sign in, saying that they need to check the people carefully.

The seven groups came together, and the rest were signed, only the two of them had not yet arrived.

Ding Zhengjiao hadn't done such a stimulating thing in his school before signing. After entering the summer camp, he was knocked over the wall several times, and his courage actually expanded a lot. I have to send another message, and Yu Sheng's reply has come back very succinctly.

Yu Sheng: Alright, go.

"It's really cool and concise."

Cen Rui probed over and admired the contrasting areas of the dialog boxes of different colors on the screen, and couldn't help but envy: "When can I be as cool as the big brother, just use one word to answer my mother's message?"

Xia Junhua patted his head: "As long as you are ready to be stewed into porridge, you can always go back like this."

Cen Rui: "..."

dorm room.

The simple and cool guy is sitting on the bed, silent to the large rainbow lollipop passed by his roommate.

According to Jin Linkun, when I went over the wall to buy food, I saw this lollipop, and I remembered that my sick roommate might be suffering from taking medicine.

It sounds so good that people can't bear to refuse.

Yu Sheng did not hesitate to reject the lollipop that was too grandiose, set aside the mobile phone that had just responded to the news of the seven group leaders, and got up to pack things: "You keep it, I don't eat sugar."

The lollipop in Jin Linkun's hand turned down, and he sighed regretfully, and found a safe place on the table: "It's pretty."

Very beautiful.

After eating this out, it is estimated that the photos will spread throughout the forum the next day.

Yu Sheng put two charging treasures in his schoolbag, and piled up a bunch of words if he wanted to vomit. He stopped at his mouth, or did not say: "Are you going?"

"Huh?" Jin Linkun didn't know what he was thinking. He was asked by him, and he suddenly recovered, "Go, isn't it a roll call?"

Yu Sheng zipped up: "If you don't want to go, don't go, just say you take care of your roommate all night and you are exhausted on the bed."

Actually it's almost the same.

Last night, Yu Sheng burned more seriously than he thought. It was probably that he had not been sick in high school for the past two years. He had to recover all the fever once. He broke through thirty-nine degrees in the middle of the night and was so hot that he could spread eggs.

At that time, Yu Sheng's consciousness burned a little vaguely, and he only remembered that Jin Linkun had replaced him with freshly twisted towels one by one, helped him up to feed the water, and touched his forehead every ten minutes.

This person's ability to take care of people is messy, and I don't know where they all learned from.

In the middle of the night, Yu Sheng retreated a little, sober, and found that Jin Linkun was really solemnly pulsing his veins, dipping a cotton swab in water to moisten his lips, and also put his hand under his nose and tried his breath carefully.

Yu Sheng once thought that he was afraid that it would soon be impossible.

The result is a cold, fast and fast.

Yu Sheng's own health is not bad, he successfully took care of his roommate's stormy showers, burned overnight, and the temperature dropped early in the next morning, and he basically had no feeling.

He was not interested in **** delivery and lectures. It was because watching Ding Zhengjiao’s circle of friends said that if he didn’t go, he might be deducted from the group. He always sleeps wherever he goes.

Considering that Jin Linkun also ran out in the morning to buy a lollipop, Yu Sheng felt that it was necessary for him to lie down and sleep awake now.

But Jin Linkun obviously doesn't think so: "It's impossible, it's not tiring to take care of roommates."

He didn't really seem tired, and even had a little extra energy, he also packed his things and picked up the schoolbag in Sheng's hand: "Put on some clothes and the hall is air-conditioned and cold."

Yu Sheng hadn't seen anyone go to the lecture so actively. Before he recovered, he took his schoolbag. After a little hesitation, he took a coat: "Are you going to leave?"

"Don't go." Jin Linkun twisted his clothes to check the thickness, and answered very happily. "The delivery is too boring. Only the college entrance examination can prove my strength."

Yu Sheng: "..."

Jin Linkun checked the clothes from the sleeve all the way, and was quite satisfied with the thickness. He looked up to meet Yu Sheng's vision: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay."

He bent over, a rare height. Yu Sheng patted his head smoothly: "It's just counting how much time I have to stare at you every day so that you won't be thrown out of the wall by a sack."

The idea of ​​patting the head just came out, and Yu Sheng raised his hand without much thought.

Suddenly, the movements of the two followed a pause.

Jin Linkun also nuzzled his clothes. The rare eyes behind the lens were slightly widened. The long and narrow black eyes were neither lazy nor beaten, and only his shadow remained clean.

Suddenly the air was a bit uncomfortable.

After a while, Yu Sheng reacted first, withdrew his hand and pulled the zipper to the head, carrying the schoolbag and preparing to go out: "Do you want to go?"

"...Let's go." Jin Linkun returned to his mind, copying the contest questions and quickly catching up. "I don't think the task is so heavy. Recently, my popularity in the group is not bad--"

Yu Sheng: "Like last night?"

Jin Linkun: "..."

You shouldn’t listen to the corner if you know it.

The entire seven groups have been discussing for so long, but no one's proposal can knock on the door.

Too disappointing trust.

Jin Linkun gave up his struggles about the relationship, and the two went out of the dormitory building one after the other.

The dazzling light immediately covered the field of vision.

The weather after the rain was very good, and the sun was shining brightly and warmly.

Yu Sheng's eyes were squinted, his footsteps stopped, and a small shadow fell from the top of his head.

...

Yu Sheng looked up and looked at Jin Linkun, who was holding the contest title to cover the sun for him, but he was a little wonder if he should be moved with cooperation.

"Think carefully, I still can't be too confident about personal safety."

Jin Linkun raised his arm, and the competition question in his hand followed the connection between him and the sun precisely: "You may—"

He cleared his throat inexplicably, the rare sight behind the lens fell on Sheng, and raised his hand to rub the tip of his nose: "Maybe... it will take more time."

Yu Sheng didn't expect this person to be really on the pole, glanced at him, and wanted to say that he was afraid that it would be spent on you 24 hours a day, to meet his look, but he didn't know why he couldn't say it. .

...

It seems that this is a very important sentence, just say something that is responsible.

Because of this sentence, the atmosphere between the two of them up to the auditorium is a bit strange.

This lecture is about guarantee delivery rules and self-recruitment registration, and most people listen very carefully. However, there were also some school bullies who were not interested in the N University from the beginning, and some of the sponsors who had already decided their way out. They cooperated with the local people in the meeting room and had already done their own work.

This place is not suitable for brushing questions. Yu Sheng took this political test site, opened it and swept it, and took out the big white rabbit of the charging treasure data cable insulation cup.

Jin Linkun: "..."

Jin Linkun coughed lightly and subconsciously took the handful of sugar he sprinkled over and sat up a little: "Friend -"

Yu Sheng didn't look up: "The headphones don't come with you, converge. If the second old man is standing on the station, at least one of us must be distracted to listen to a few words."

When he endorses, he usually has no mood to pay attention to the things on the edge, but Lao Wan is a teacher who likes to interact with students very much.

Several times Yu Sheng flipped through the book Jin Linkun and wore headphones again, all frustrated by the hard work of Liang Yifan in the front row.

Jin Linkun opened his mouth and smiled softly for a long while before he spoke again.

The light in the auditorium is a bit dark, so it is not very suitable for reading. When they came in, they chose a location near the exit, and only the faint light fell through the side door.

Jin Linkun held the phone twice and turned his head to look at his roommate.

Yu Sheng turned over the book quickly. Every ten seconds or so, one page was scanned, and every seven pages, the sticky notes stuck on it were torn off, neatly piled up in a pile.

Obviously it seems that he has a bad temper, but he does everything properly. He has to clean up the house before going out. It is too sweaty to retreat if he has a fever. A shower.

It made him know for the first time that the maximum temperature of the original bedroom air conditioner was thirty degrees.

Yu Sheng was very attentive while reading, and generally could not find the situation around him. Jin Linkun simply put down his phone and looked sideways seriously.

The teenager lowered his head, and the facial features were outlined by light and shadow. The light fell on the slightly curled eyelashes, casting a faint shadow.

After all, the fever had just receded, Yu Sheng's lip color was still a little pale, and his complexion was not good. Probably the air conditioner in the auditorium was turned on too much, and obviously he was wearing a coat, but the hand that just grabbed a handful of sugar was still cold.

Jin Linkun looked at Yu Sheng, and the thought returned unconsciously to last night.

All of them were already confused, and they had to hold on to refuse to be soft. As a result, he was held by his hand and rubbed his head, and the whole person was honest.

He got up halfway to pick up a towel with cold water and felt that the effect of this medicine seemed to be really not working. He took the pill box back and turned it over, only to find that the amount of medicine at this age should not be given by children.

Another half of the antipyretic medicine was added back, and the warm water was picked up to support the person, but they couldn't feed it.

Only later did I realize that the sugar was not given.

I don't know how to get into the habit. I usually eat sugar as if I were going to die, and when I was burned, I suddenly died. If I had to prove something like that, I had to give sugar to take medicine.

It takes a long time to be distracted, the screen of the mobile phone goes out automatically, and the light suddenly dims again.

Jin Linkun withdrew his mind, turned on the phone, turned it over, and inexplicably couldn't see it, and opened the contest question again.

After reading half a book, Yu Sheng raised his head in applause and subconsciously glanced to the side.

Jin Linkun grabbed the competition question, but did not turn the page with the frequency of the usual thunder. He had already scanned half of the political test sites on this side, only to find that the other party's progress was still stuck on the page they came in.

On the stage talking about the precautions for participating in the competition, Yu Sheng didn't find anything worth listening to Jin Linkun, raised his hand and shook in front of him: "What do you want?"

Jin Linkun shook his head and turned to look at him.

Yu Sheng frowned and was a little uncomfortable when he saw it inexplicably: "Is there something on my face?"

"No."

Jin Linkun smiled and shook his head: "I'm counting, how many hours can you stare at me every day."

"..." Why is this person still here?

Yu Sheng pressed his forehead and showed him the answer without mercy: "Don't think about it. I have to study for up to three hours. You need to exercise more."

The people around were silent for a while. Yu Sheng couldn't help but look at it, and the hand on the arm was suddenly wrapped in warmth.

This environment is not suitable for frying. Yu Sheng took a breath, glared at him, and pulled his hand back: "Why."

"Cool, you just got a fever."

Jin Linkun explained the motivation succinctly, took his hand, turned his face, and put his fingers into his palm: "Friend, discuss something."

Yu Sheng is not used to this kind of movement, but the seats are next to each other. After earning a little twice, I had to stop my temper and stop: "What to discuss?"

"I will study with you."

Jin Linkun held his hand, leaned his shoulders, and slightly lowered his head: "Will you divide me for a few more hours?"