Don’t Talk To Me!

Yu Sheng picked up his arm on his shoulder and put it back.

Then moved far to the other end of the sofa.

"..."

Jin Linkun sat down a little bit, trying to make up: "Friend--"

Yu Sheng concisely said: "will die."

Jin Linkun: "..."

The movie picture continued unmoved. Yu Sheng was attracted by the uncharacteristic plot. He couldn't help watching it for a while, but he couldn't stand the more and more heavy sleepiness and yawned and closed his eyes.

...

Half asleep and half awake, he faintly noticed someone squatting beside him, playing with the projected control screen.

So tired that he couldn't open his eyes, Yu Sheng moved his arm and pulled off the clothes he didn't know when he was put on: "What are you doing?"

"Change the movie, there is a problem with this theme."

Jin Linkun was very persistent and was digging his head through the plot introduction. He returned his hand and patted his knee: "Sleep, it's okay."

The hand fell on the lap, like the coat covering him, with a slight, imperceptible temperature.

Yu Sheng didn't know what he was thinking, looked down for a while, suddenly grabbed the hand and pulled back.

Jin Linkun squatted for a long time, he couldn't help but took a breath, and squatted to slide on the ground: "No, the feet are numb--"

"Ma is still squatting." Yu Sheng dragged people into the sofa. "Don't tune, just this."

He was so sleepy that he couldn't figure out what kind of movie this was. He only knew that the tone was very soft and the background music was soft and soothing. It was just suitable for sleeping.

In order to ensure that this man no longer squatted on the ground to adjust the movie in the middle of the night, Yu Sheng simply grabbed his hand and prevented him from squatting back, closing his eyes and re-entering the sofa.

Jin Linkun was gripped by him for the second time, still a little do not know how to react.

Normally fluent thinking is now both stagnation and active, crashing into the car in a very messy way.

All thoughts went out, and nothing was clear, all cluttered at the crossroads.

Yu Sheng took his hand.

The hand was not cold, and I wondered if he was dressed in the right clothes, or if he ate something, it would be warmer than usual.

He should be dressed in clothes next time.

His roommate had really long eyelashes and a little curling, and it seemed to lift it with a light touch.

A person who is obviously stiff, with his eyes closed, is particularly well-behaved, and looks younger than usual.

Yu Sheng took his hand.

That hand is not usually cold.

...

Jin Linkun was so clear-headed that his thoughts couldn't stop one by one, staring at the hand that the two men shook hands, couldn't help clearing his throat gently: "Yu Sheng..."

Yu Sheng did not respond.

Jin Linkun tried to get started, only to realize that the other party no longer knew when to fall asleep.

The hand was just loose and slid away.

It may be that the temperature of the air conditioner is a little low, and Yu Sheng unconsciously leaned against the heat source while falling asleep, and placed it on his arm with his head slightly off.

Just rubbed his shoulder.

He slept deeply, and the warnings often worn between the eyebrows were gone, completely unprepared, quiet and soft.

Jin Linkun's hand stopped in the air with nowhere to rest for a while. He didn't know what to do, and he moved the gods away, carefully craming it back under Yu Sheng's palms.

Afraid that he could not rely on it, he even stiffened his shoulders, ensuring that the shoulder height was just enough to serve him as a pillow.

...I didn't sit so straight in class.

Jin Linkun pulled the corner of his mouth dumbly, exhaled gently, and looked up to put his mind back on the movie.

Yu Sheng closed his eyes and picked on a less sad youth romance film, which did look more suitable than the detective film.

Jin Linkun adapted to the situation at the moment, sitting straight on his shoulders for a while, and accidentally raised his head and scanned the screen.

The protagonist held hands, and one fell asleep while the other fell asleep.

Very lightly and slowly, cautiously, touched on the lips.

Jin Linkun: "..."

Still not very suitable.

It was not convenient to look up hurriedly, he sat on the phone for a long time, still touched the phone with one hand, just opened a set of competition questions, and quickly calculated the answer in his mind.

Logical thinking is not affected much, the brain turns fast, and the answers jump out one by one.

The overflowing emotions that were nowhere to be placed piled on his chest, and he suddenly swelled uncontrollably for a moment.

Vaguely, as if to find a new breakthrough.

The light and shadow of the picture fell, and Jin Linkun looked down at the subject, breathing inexplicably a bit fast.

The palms overlap, and I don't know when a little sweat permeated.

His fingertips paused, and he couldn't continue turning the next page of the question. He hung on the screen for a long while, returned to the main screen, and turned on the camera.

...

The background is a bit dark.

The teenager's facial features were sculpted clearly and delicately by the light, his brows were soft, and he rested quietly on his shoulder.

Holding his hands together, wearing his coat, he slept better than usual.

Jin Linkun looked at the picture for a while, turned into a hidden album, and saved it.

The two gangsters did not return to the dormitory until dawn.

Jin Linkun went to Liang Yifan's dormitory and took two people's things.

I thought Yu Sheng would come again, and when Liang Yifan looked up to see Jin Linkun, the air in the entire bedroom seemed to stagnate for a moment in awe.

Jin Linkun didn't care much. In the past, he took the schoolbag that had been packed up and said graciously, "Trouble."

"No trouble, no trouble." Liang Yifan quickly waved his hand and stood up to give him away. His eyes fell on him, but suddenly he paused.

Liang Yifan picked up his phone and read the news sent by Yu Sheng again last night and swallowed.

In fact, he also thinks that Kunshen is very good. If the conditions are right and suitable, he also wants to make friends with the other party.

...But it should be scared.

In particular, the remaining seven groups of students were not there. Even the roommates went to the small garden to study. When no one applauded him with ideas.

Watching that Jin Linkun had reached the door, Liang Yifan held his mobile phone, took a deep breath, and finally sighed, "Kunkunkun God."

Jin Linkun stopped and slightly raised his eyebrow: "What's the matter?"

"One thing..." Liang Yifan tentatively looked at him, "Are you busy?"

Jin Linkun nodded: "One point."

Liang Yifan: "..."

The conversation seems to be over here.

But Liang Yifan is not so easy to flinch.

After all, Brother Sheng agreed to him, as long as he said more than three sentences with Kun Kun, he would be able to give him a cheat sheet to crack the third-order cube.

The big deal is to run away. Liang Yifan turned his head and continued to talk, saying: "Do you... do you want to know some skills that have nothing to do with learning?"

Inexplicably, he jumped out of the draft paper he saw last night, and he came out without a word: "For example-how to open a relationship with a roommate that originated from a roommate but is higher than the roommate ?"

...

After unexpectedly saying this, Liang Yifan felt that he might have to kneel down to Yu Sheng first, and then immediately took a suitcase and began to escape.

But what surprised him even more was that Kun Shen actually turned back.

Not only did he turn around, but after a moment of meditation, Kun God even temporarily put down his hand and sat down at the table.

Jin Linkun looked at him. For the first time, the narrow black eyes behind the lens did not make Liang Yifan feel alienated from awe.

Liang Yifan even felt as if he had a certain illusion, and saw a sincere look in the other party's eyes that asked shamelessly.

Jin Linkun: "What does it matter?"

...

Liang Yifan, one head and two big, screamed silently in your heart. Both of you shook hands for one minute and stayed up all night. Why did you prepare to choose some other relationship? Swallowing: "For example...friendship?"

The uncle is obviously not satisfied: "This is there."

Liang Yifan: "..."

A little regret that he started such a topic, Liang Yifan took a deep breath, very cautiously stretched his feet on the edge to test: "Brother-brotherhood?"

Jin Linkun raised his eyebrows, his eyes brightened.

Liang Yifan crossed his mind and automatically changed his brotherhood to himself, lowering his voice: "This kind of thing can't be anxious, you have to brainstorm in order, and you need the help of the masses..."

...

In a corner where Sheng didn't know, Jin Linkun and the seven students in a surprising way established a little strange relationship that seemed better than before.

Even before the evening self-study, some people began to be brave, holding overly difficult and unproductive competition topics, and came to their table to ask questions.

In all fairness, Jin Linkun was actually very detailed when he gave the topic, and the ideas were clear and concise. It was not as bad as speaking English when I first entered the summer camp.

It's just that this person's lectures and exercises are a routine. If you only move your eyes and don't write, people who come will have to prepare their own paper notes. Occasionally, their thoughts will be too fast to keep up.

"Here, one omega is missing... yes, don't shake your hands."

Jin Linkun knocked on the one-step formula and patiently helped correct it: "Remember? Can you say it again if you don't remember it?"

The boys who came to ask questions nodded: "Remember, remember, thank you Kun---"

Only halfway through, he was interrupted by Jin Linkun's gesture. The boy raised his head and looked at Yu Sheng, who was still immersed in the question, and immediately muttered and quickly slipped back to his seat.

Yu Sheng didn't even have to brush a question to quiet the street. He looked up and looked at the person who touched it in his pocket. He raised his eyebrows, and the pen in his hand knocked lightly on his wrist.

Obviously there is sugar in the schoolbag, so you have to touch him, and you don’t know what new problems you have developed.

Jin Linkun changed directions in a good manner, took out a lump of sugar from his schoolbag, and skillfully peeled it into his mouth.

Yu Sheng glanced at him: "I will hold mint next time I touch my pocket again."

It's not necessary to bring a school bag every time you go out. What Yu Sheng wears is prepared for the occasional need to go out. Every time he takes it this way, he has to replenish it every two or three days.

Jin Linkun seemed to be in a good mood. The black eyes behind the lens were bent, and he nodded in a good temper and agreed to take a vacuum cup to renew the red date wolfberry tea: "They are like this, won't you bother you?"

"Do not disturb, I will listen."

The pen in Yu Sheng's hand turned twice, but he still couldn't hold back his curiosity, "How the **** do you know?"

He was actually quite willing to see Jin Linkun talking more with others, but the whole thing started a little too abruptly and without warning, always letting him feel that there seemed to be some inexplicable transaction here.

Jin Linkun coughed lightly and stuffed his mobile phone, which had just received a cheat book for eating, drinking, and playing near the N University, into his desk: "It's more complicated..."

"Then forget it." Yu Sheng had to rehearse the question, and didn't listen patiently. "You just need to be happy."

When he said this, there was no special tone. Liang Yifan couldn't help but think about it in front of him, worrying whether Yu Sheng was upset because someone came to seek God.

But Jin Linkun knew that Yu Sheng was saying this very seriously.

He really wanted him to be happy.

Jin Linkun sat for a while, but still could not help holding the corner of his lower lip, trying to sneak a hand with his roommate.

Yu Sheng was doing a good job, and his empty left hand was suddenly held under the table cavity. He couldn't help frowning and raised his head: "Why?"

"Look at whether your hands are cold or not." Jin Linkun answered smoothly, holding his hand and nipping, "What to eat at night?"

Yu Sheng: "..."

After observing and summarizing the control variables of Jin Linkun's perseverance, he found that his cold hands are indeed related to whether he eats or not, and he began to use this method to judge whether he was hungry or not.

I don't know how this person suddenly knows all kinds of restaurants around N big. Every time his hands are cold, he can lead him out to eat a nice restaurant.

Actually, it is not the same every time.

"Spicy hot, grilled fish, barbecue, casserole, Haidilao, Kanto boiled, food stalls..."

Jin Linkun swiped his phone and asked his opinion: "Which one do you want to eat?"

"Randomly." Yu Sheng crossed out a worthless subject, "Don't be spicy."

Jin Linkun couldn't hold back and smiled: "You keep this one every time."

Yu Sheng said indifferently: "After all, my roommate is prone to allergies, leaving me not many choices."

"..."

The two bigwigs recently reported the name of the dish in the back row every day. Liang Yifan couldn't help feeling hungry at the same table. He put down his pen and poked Liang Yifan: "Will you go to dinner for dinner next night?"

"Don't eat." Liang Yifan could not support it anymore, doubting that life looked up: "Are you not full?"

Deskmate:"?"

Liang Yifan sighed a little bit lonely and waved his hand: "It's okay, I'm supported by knowledge."

The evening self-study is only a few minutes away, and recently the entire summer camp has been busy recruiting itself. Many people are taking advantage of the opportunity to exchange information for mutual benefit, and the classroom is much more lively than usual.

Lao Wan came early today, smiling with his hands in a circle, knocking on the blackboard and announcing a new message.

There will be a literary performance next week, and each group will have a show. When the time comes, the performance will be reported. The outstanding performance will become a plus in the interview of the entire group of students.

The original intention of autonomous enrollment was to allow more comprehensive and excellent talents to be included in the enrollment range. In addition to the exams that can be dealt with by means of knowledge reserve and thinking diversification, the interviews have a variety of topics, which have long broken through the scope of learning.

Literary and artistic performances not only exemplify talents, but also test the ability of collaboration, solidarity and organizational planning, and have always been a reserved item for many college summer camps.

Everyone was almost sad and bald, and suddenly he heard a bonus point, and his eyes quickly lit up.

"Deputy leader-deputy leader, will you pull Erhu? The time to test your time is up!"

"Does Dong Jue write in brush writing? Can this be regarded as talent?"

"What should I do? I will play the piano, kind of kindergarten..."

"I can play the guitar, can anyone sing!"

"Don't worry, it must be a collective project. I have heard that the more collective projects, the more dominant."

...

A group of Xueba pondered their talents, Yu Sheng raised his head, and inexplicably thought the scene in front of him was also very interesting. He simply put down his pen and listened with interest to the crowd from time to time with "whistle", "triangle iron" and the like. Artistic specialty.

Jin Linkun had just finished arranging his numbers in Haidilao. As soon as he looked up, he saw a little arc in the corner of Yu Sheng's mouth. He couldn't help but wonder: "What are you laughing at?"

"Thinking about playing games before, I encountered a neuropathy with silver training, and the technology is worse than you...I was careless, and he was directly pitted here."

Yu Sheng laughed and returned to him casually: "At that time, he also said that the literary and artistic performances, he told others that he would play the organ."

"..." Jin Linkun: "Ah?"

"He should be here, always wanting to beat him up."

Yu Sheng took the list of newspapers passed in front, filled in the piano, and stopped writing for him: "What about you? What is talent?"