Don’t Talk To Me!

The hand held up was obviously cool, but the overlapping parts were inexplicably layered with warmth.

Jin Linkun's throat rolled.

People who usually find a reason to grab the opponent's hand over for a while, but suddenly they don't know what to do, and they are holding the hand, and breathe out unconsciously.

The palms are stacked on the back of the hand, and the air is still thick.

...

Jin Linkun's arms stretched too tightly and did not hold up, shaking slightly.

The college entrance examination is not a trivial matter, and Yu Sheng can't just talk so hurriedly, raising his hand and wanting to pat the back of the other person's hand first: "You--"

Before he spoke, Jin Linkun's hand that had just shaken suddenly turned over.

Thunder couldn't cover his ears, grabbing Yu Sheng's hand quickly and firmly.

Yu Sheng: "..."

Jin Linkun: "..."

Jin Linkun coughed lightly, trying to explain the sudden change from normal comfort to interlocking states: "Friend, I thought you would take your hands away--"

Yu Sheng expressionless: "I want to take my hand away."

"..."

Jin Linkun broke the jar and shattered, holding his hand tightly again.

Yu Sheng doesn't comfort people very much, and he has never been comforted. I don't know if this is a new means of communication that has evolved now, but he still feels instinctively inexplicable.

Jin Linkun nudged him with his left hand, slid across the sheet of paper with his right hand, picked up the pen and wrote on it stroke by stroke: hold it for a while.

Yu Sheng barely grabbed the pen with his left hand and pulled the piece of paper back to him: no, no.

He was not good at writing left-handed characters, and he was very inaccurate in writing pens. The characters he wrote were not recognized by himself, and the last stroke was drawn directly across the edge of the paper.

Jin Linkun didn't move, and didn't know if he didn't understand or committed the crime. Continue to write down seriously: Friends, hold it for another minute and give you the first test.

...

The whole sentence is messy and there is no logic at all.

Yu Shengxin said that whether you want to take the first test or not has nothing to do with me. When you talk to your lips, you have to stop, and you can't help but look up at him.

Jin Linkun lowered his eyelashes and didn't know what he was thinking. He still held up the pen in his hand.

It stopped halfway through the last stroke of the word "Clai", and the nib rested on the paper, gradually fading out a conspicuous dot of ink.

I don't know if something unusual in him is too obvious. Yu Sheng's hand that he was about to kick back at the table was paused. He tried to prove what he was holding firmly, and never broke away again.

The body temperature gradually divided into two in the place where the hands were held.

Jin Linkun held the pen, paused, extended down the ink dots, drew a flower stem, and added two leaves.

The pen nibbled and pondered for a while, twirling round and round, filling the outside with petals of different sizes.

A year is actually faster than expected.

When he saw the vice president of N, he suddenly remembered that some things had passed for almost a year, and he could almost turn it over.

In fact, the school called him more than once during the year, and there were more than one teacher who persuaded him hard, even if he could not take the college entrance examination that year, at least he had to come back to class and don't leave his foundation behind.

The school tirelessly guarantees that if he really minds that he can help him apply for a class change, he can specifically assign a teacher to teach him, and will not let him encounter those things before.

One person after another came to persuade him not to be affected, not to be willful, and not to be arrogant.

Don't give up on yourself, don't delay your future because of a little thing.

...

A little thing.

The pen in Jin Linkun's hand was crooked, and the last petal could not be drawn well. If he was not careful, it would be larger than the edge.

Just about to add a second layer of petals, Yu Sheng suddenly stood up.

Without waiting for the reaction, he had been pulled from the seat by Yu Sheng and pulled out of the study room in a few steps.

The study room was silent.

Even the sound of writing stopped, and the seven groups of students raised their heads together, exchanging their helpless eyes in the air.

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Jin Linkun was pulled into the bathroom all the way.

He leaned down the wall, standing firm, and the black eyes behind the lens bent a little confused: "Friend -"

"Wash your face."

Yu Sheng frowned, released his hand and took a step back: "After a while, I will accompany you to go out to play the game."

Jin Linkun was slightly surprised, almost thinking that he accidentally leaked some traces when comparing with the workbook: "I accidentally spoke just now?"

Yu Sheng was so annoyed by his state just now that he didn't understand what he was asking, and he was too lazy to ask. He twitched on the cell phone the micro-signal that the Internet cafe owner left last time: "Morning Internet cafe, second floor private room, what do you drink? "

Not too reacting to the other party's overly neat decision, Jin Linkun opened his mouth and said smoothly: "Wangzai Milk--"

After he said this, he took a half step back from the murderousness of his roommate in time.

Yu Sheng held his phone, looking up blankly, waiting for him to change his mouth.

Jin Linkun coughed lightly and smiled: "...Coke, I want ice."

Yu Sheng lowered his head and quickly knocked the order for the private room reservation on the screen.

The bathroom was quiet again.

Jin Linkun pressed the faucet with one hand, his eyes fell on the teenager with his head down and intently tapping on the screen. After a while, he was awakened by the sound of water.

He took off his glasses and was about to put them by the sink, washing his face first.

Holding the glasses down, it wasn't cold tiles.

The hand that had just been lukewarm came over and grabbed his glasses.

Jin Linkun couldn't help raising the corner of his lower lip, withdrew his hand, and took the water to his face.

The owner of the internet cafe was very enthusiastic, entertained the two people, put two cans of ice cola, two boxes of instant noodles, and piled up a mess of snacks peanuts and ham sausage.

For the first time, I knew that Internet cafes could still be opened in this way. Jin Linkun looked at the posture in front of him and was a little shocked: "Are we...want to stay overnight?"

Yu Sheng opened the Coke, pulled the ring around, poke the straw into the hole and handed him: "Just whatever you want, go back whenever you want."

"Studying with you for one night and self-study, can you change for another night?"

Jin Linkun thought about it for a moment, and understood it a little. Gao Xingxing took over Coke: "I think it is very appropriate. We can actually think about it and add an early self-study appropriately. It can also be used every day at noon...

Yu Sheng: "..."

Being sensitive to this person is a waste of time.

Yu Sheng ignored him, threw a box of instant noodles, and leaned over to turn on the boot: "What did you go to the youth training camp? You don't need to score your old number, I borrowed your number, whatever you want. "

Jin Linkun once mentioned that he went to the youth training camp to play e-sports for a year after suspending school, but because he found it was easier to learn compared to it, he came back.

A while ago, he always got up early and overturned the wall. Yu Sheng didn't believe it at first. Later, he realized that he actually went to an internet cafe and regularly set a new level for the old number.

According to Yu Sheng's understanding of this person, humble words have to be listened to in reverse. Even if the game is not as good as learning, at least it should be counted. Changing a high-ranked number to play a few rounds of games is always better than sitting in the study room.

...

Jin Linkun reported a game name. Looking at the new account he got, he was inexplicably nervous: "Friend, you seem to be a bit higher than me."

"It doesn't matter, playing games is for fun."

Yu Sheng put on the headphones and leaned back into the gaming chair: "Double row, you play, I follow you."

Jin Linkun still seemed to want to explain, looking at the roommate who had already started preparing, and touching the tip of his nose, he swallowed back.

He sat upright, put on the headphones and held the mouse, his eyes fell on the screen, and the whole person also had a more focused posture.

The machines in the private room were side by side. Yu Sheng looked sideways at his face under the computer's fluorescence, withdrew his eyes and knocked on the keyboard.

The vice-principal didn't make the words too clear, but the implication was nothing more than what happened a year ago, which delayed the other party's path that should have gone smoothly.

Nothing is trivial.

I don't want to see Jin Linkun wasting papers meaninglessly. Yu Sheng recalled and confirmed that the two people's topics had been completely transferred to the game before finally speaking with confidence: "I believe you."

Jin Linkun was wearing headphones. Before he could turn on the sound effects, he heard his voice and turned his head subconsciously: "What?"

"I believe in you and I know you can do it."

Yu Sheng grabbed the mouse, and his eyes fell on the screen. After a while, he said again, "You can do whatever you choose."

Even if the teenager leaned back in his chair, his shoulders and back were still straight. The eyes are fixed on the screen, the look is attentive, and it seems to be talking about the game.

But both of them knew for no reason that what he said was not a game at all.

Jin Linkun looked at him sideways. After a while, his eyes bent slightly behind the lens and turned back to look at the screen: "I'm trying."

His voice softened, and he didn't know who he promised to listen to: "I must work hard."

...

After three games.

Yu Sheng took a deep breath and raised his head from the front of the computer, looking at Jin Linkun.

Work hard... a fart.

"This rank is higher than mine, and the matching level is a bit beyond my level."

Jin Linkun touched the tip of his nose and coughed a little: "Wait for me to adjust again--"

Yu Sheng interrupted him: "No need."

Rarely, my roommate came out to play a game with himself. Jin Linkun sat up a little and leaned over his shoulder: "Friend, the first few games were an accident. Star Diamond is too difficult. I haven't shown my true strength..."

"No need to adapt."

Yu Sheng's one-on-four was blown up by a suicide attack, and looked at the two line-up friends who had fallen into a box indifferently: "The next match will be platinum."

Jin Linkun: "..."

"I was still thinking, you are retired, your youth training camp actually did not allow you to take out the training number, it is a bit unnatural."

Yu Sheng: "Now I understand, are they still not allowing you to say which camp you came from?"

"It's not unacceptable..." Jin Linkun rubbed his wrist: "They refunded my money and begged me not to say it."

"..." Yu Sheng pressed his temple hard.

Just now, he thought about it, would Jin Linkun encounter something when he was away from school to play e-sports, leaving a psychological shadow, so that his personality would change so much.

Now it seems that the psychological shadow should be the unfortunate youth e-sports training camp.

The last time he encountered such a level of foreign power and middle-handedness that could only abuse vegetables, it was still the silver substitute who brought him to the summer camp.

After three consecutive innings with the teammate's legacy left alone, Yu Sheng had a headache. He took off his headphones and threw them on the table, preparing to go out and breathe the fresh air.

"Friend, calm down."

Jin Linkun's eyes were fast, he pressed the roommate who was about to stand up, and put his arm over his shoulder: "Take me two more rounds and I will play hard."

Yu Sheng saw his true level early, and mercilessly opened his arm in front of his chest: "If you play a few more games, my two numbers will fall to gold."

"Golden three." Jin Linkun explained with a good tone, trying to press the person back, "I will upgrade to platinum immediately, don't worry, I think it will be a trick to play two more games..."

Yu Sheng didn't feel anything about the game experience when he landed into a box. He raised his hand and wanted to push people away. However, this man has obvious advantage in shoulder width and arm length. After pushing it twice, he didn't push it. Instead, his chair turned a half circle because of the reaction force.

Jin Linkun didn't watch out and tried to make it empty. The whole person was led forward and almost buckled on his shoulder.

The strength of both men stopped involuntarily.

There was no headlights in the private room and it was a bit dark.

The computer fan was buzzing, and the background sound stuck in the game's ranking interface came out of the headphones a little tangled, mixed with the thump of the heartbeat.

The clothes in summer are thin, the body temperature penetrates through the cloth, and it is faintly hot.

Jin Linkun swallowed and swallowed, his chest slightly suffocated, and his arms barely supported the edge of the computer desk behind him, faintly stiff.

The whole person of Yu Sheng was almost pressed into the chair by him, restricted by his posture so that he could only slightly tilt his head, one hand was traversed in front of the two people's chests, his elbows pressed against his shoulder.

The boy's throat knot outlined a line almost in the front in the slightly dim light, without saying a word, his shoulders had unusually strong strength.

"friend."

Jin Linkun inexplicably did not want to let go, staggered his eyes, and his voice was a little dumb: "Consult, if you want to beat me, let's avoid the machine first, this is more valuable..."

Yu Sheng: "Shut up."

Jin Linkun closed his mouth and quietly turned his head slightly, his jaw gently brushing his shoulder.

Yu Sheng closed his eyes and scolded, and the arm lying between the two suddenly withdrew.

Before Jin Linkun reacted, the back of the head was firmly pressed by a hand, and he could hardly put it on the shoulder just in front of him.

The teenager's irritated voice sounded: "...Is it so **** difficult?"

Jin Linkun was shocked.

Yu Sheng's body temperature is also a bit low, and his body is cold when there is no fever, and the neckline smells of a little clean laundry liquid.

Jin Linkun pressed the back of his head firmly, holding the computer desk with one hand, his forehead against his shoulder, and almost felt like the whole person was inexplicably hot: "Really... difficult. I have practiced for a year, From silver to gold three, friends, you listen to me explain—"

"If you don't want to say it, don't say it. I asked you what happened?"

Yu Sheng didn’t want to tell him the game at all. He punched him in the shoulder and released his hand holding the edge of the table: “It’s uncomfortable, I don’t want to be alone, just tell me well, can’t it? ?I would rather paint the **** octopus than believe me?"

Jin Linkun's shoulder was dull and painful, and he collapsed forcefully and fell on his shoulder.

Yu Sheng grabbed his clothes, his chest was inexplicably blocked, and his voice was coldly pressed: "Just his mother shouldn't care about you..."

The rest was intercepted by the chest and shoulders that fell down.

Jin Linkun leaned over, leaned his hand behind him, lifted his leg to catch the gaming chair, and picked him up from the chair.

The teenager, who was just about to get upset and beaten, suddenly became quiet, his eyebrows crouched tightly, his shoulders stretched hard, and he wanted to break away uncomfortably.

The arm behind him was obviously stronger than his strength, plus the advantage of height, and with a little effort, he was completely sealed in his arms.

"...Not an octopus."

Jin Linkun circled him, his voice faintly faint: "I painted sunflowers."

Yu Sheng: "..."

"I'm wrong."

Seeing that the person in his arms was about to throw his arm away, Jin Linkun circled the person back in time. One hand rested on the back of Sheng with two hands. He seriously said what he taught: So I want to pull you to play games."

It's been a year, and everything seems to have passed, and nothing seems to have passed.

Exactly the same question, full of answers, guilty gaze, one hand after another pointing at yourself.

"The influence is too bad, the handwriting is yours. No matter what, there will definitely be no way to take the college entrance examination this year... Let's take a year off for a year, let it go for a year, and give the school room to move around."

In the office, the principal held the penalty in his hand and sighed softly: "Knowing you don't know, not training you-all in high school, everyone is in a competitive relationship, where are you friends from? How can you say trust and trust others? What about?"

...

Jin Linkun bowed his head, tightened his arms, and heard his voice ringing: "I believe in you."

Yu Sheng squeezed his lips hard, his tight shoulders eased a little, and his eyes were staggered.

Jin Linkun's heart beat quickly, slamming against his chest.

"I only believe you."

Jin Linkun raised his hand, gathered the younger boy into his chest and shoulders, rubbed his hair gently, and bowed his head: "Take care of me, don't be angry."