Don’t Talk To Me!

The audience was a bit chaotic, and there were all sounds.

The lecturer finally reacted, and later realized that he tried to persuade him. Wan Yongming, who was walking back with the seven groups, asked about the original things, and could not help but pull to the sidelines.

Jin Linkun tightened his arms and hugged him again.

A year ago, he also felt that having friends was no big deal and quite normal.

The popularity in the class is also very good. A group of people play together and skip the class together. If there is any question, throw it at him and wait for him to write down the answer and throw it back.

Grades and progression seem to be so important.

It’s so important that you can go in the back row. It’s important that the friend who was playing games and playing the night the day before yesterday will be able to pass the purchased original question to him in the next day. And asked him to do it again.

One of the worst leaking incidents in the number competition in the past years, the original title was priced out and taken directly to the investigation team. It happened that the filled paper was found in the dormitory.

When Jin Linkun was called to go, a dormitory was there, and everyone's head was too low to lift.

When he was writing the paper, he was still playing games by the way. He didn't understand anything. After he figured out what was going on, he already had the biggest suspicion on his body.

"You think about it, think about it clearly."

The people in the investigation team looked stern. "The finals will definitely be replaced with new questions. Who is this paper? If you shield each other, everyone will be disqualified for the finals together, you know?"

He stood opposite everyone, watching Yan Zhi lifted his hand out of his heart, trembling and pointing at himself.

...

Second hand.

The third one.

A copy of the paper has been read throughout the dormitory, and everyone knows the exam questions.

Therefore, no one dared to tell the truth, and feared that once strictness was identified, they would be turned around and involved.

His handwriting is on the paper, he does not want to be sent to take the college entrance examination, he will also be kept by the special care of the school if something happens.

The punishment was settled.

He participated in the competition just for fun, and all the colleges that came to recruit students were familiar. Several vice-principals of colleges and universities jointly helped to intercede. His principal of the high school ran back and forth and broke his leg, but he only took the inspection of the school to the first level.

The next day, he was returned to the school, and the headmaster sat wearily behind the desk, sighing deeply with disposition.

His high school junior was so hastily and was scolded and paused.

Jin Linkun closed his eyes and fumbled to find Yu Sheng's hand.

Before he probed, he was gripped firmly.

The palm was still a bit cold, and his long, thin fingers clung to him, and the other hand pulled out all the sugar from his pocket, pushing it firmly into his palm.

Jin Linkun froze, his eyes softened a little bit, packed the sugar one by one, peeled it off, and touched it on his lips.

Yu Sheng's eyes stayed motionless, his lips whitened and his arms stretched.

Jin Linkun waited for a while, and did not force him, he naturally withdrew the sugar and put it in his mouth.

...

Later, after the storm passed, the school slowly took a breath, and began to persuade him to go back to class.

For all the school leaders who run up and down to keep him running, the most important thing is to press down on this matter and remove his punishment, so that he can successfully participate in the college entrance examination one year later, and the rest are all It's trivial.

But clearly this is not the case.

After the matter was resolved, he also tried to go back to school, but not.

The school kept this matter very secret. No one knew what was going on. The parties concerned had already signed the **** successfully and did not come to the school again.

It stands to reason that everything has passed, even if you go back to class.

But it just can't.

On the day of reluctantly returning to school, he couldn't stay for a long time, turned the box out of the back wall, and casually found an Internet cafe and asked for two beers.

Then, because he couldn't drink, he choked on the boy in the uniform of the third middle school.

...

Jin Linkun gently twitched the corner of his mouth, withdrew his thoughts and patted on Sheng's shoulder: "Don't fight, be obedient."

His arm was slightly loose, his head lowered, and his eyes bent again: "If you were left for another year, I would probably be the first one in our school to read high school for five years."

Yu Sheng didn't mean to cooperate with the joke he told, glaring at him, pushing his arm away: "You let go, I won't fight."

The force on that hand was very soft, Jin Linkun smiled and released his hand in coordination.

Yu Sheng didn't do anything as promised, walked to Yan Zhi's side and squatted down.

Yan Zhi's face was pale, struggling to retreat: "You, don't do it--"

"Don't touch you."

Yu Sheng's eyes were cold, his eyes turned to the stage, and he glanced at the slender tall boy with a distracted look: "A few of you-have you signed up for delivery?"

Hearing his uneasy heart disease, Yan Zhi's complexion instantly changed, and he babbled: "Yes, it's already set! It won't be changed. After the college entrance examinations are finished, it can't be changed..."

Yu Shengmei peaked slightly: "How do you know?"

Over the past six months, I have been repeating the nightmare of exposing things and guaranteeing a bubble soup. Yan Chi narrowed his eyes and moved his lips twice without making a sound.

"good luck."

Yu Sheng picked the corner of his mouth, and his voice calmed down: "All the way down, the future looks like a good one."

His tone was too cold, and anyone who heard it knew that it could never be a blessing.

Yan Zhi was instinctively uneasy, opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but Yu Sheng had stood up and dragged Jin Linkun down to the stage.

Regardless of the attitude of the audience, Yu Sheng did not want to let Jin Linkun stand and be pointed at here, clutching his wrist, dragging him straight out of the auditorium.

None of the students in the seven groups left.

Kong Jiahe tore a piece of paper from the herb. One of the seven groups counted one. They crouched at the door and wrote their names on it. Several people who didn’t rush to the exam also sent back a message and asked the roommate to sign it.

Team leader Ding Zhengjiao grabbed the paper and stood under the stage, his eyes were red, and he raised his arm and handed it to Lao Wan.

The director in charge of the lecture had almost guessed what was going on, and his face was a little unstoppable, and he did not continue to train people. He urged Wan Yongming in a low voice: "Teacher Wan, take your group of students to go first. If you have anything to say, please go back."

Lao Wangang took the paper, raised his head after hearing the news, and lifted the brim: "No, Director Jiang. Our classmates requested a re-examination of the above. This matter is more complicated, and may have to pass the N side. Schools apply together..."

The director was two heads old and lowered his voice: "Don't trouble yourself! Take away and take away, tell them that we will check--"

Lao Wan is very persistent: "Will it be checked?"

"Everything has passed, how can I check?" The director was impatient: "How big is the matter? They are not your students--"

Lao Wan: "They are my students."

The Lord frowned, frowning.

"Both my students are watching what we will do."

Wan Yongming's expression was serious: "Whether it can be re-examined is the future. They are fighting for their friends. This matter is very important."

The seven groups were silent. The dozen or so boys and girls in the entire auditorium were almost a humble handful.

The director was forced by this group of students to have a headache and pressed his forehead hard: "Impossible... I know you have been upset for your classmates, but things have passed so long, how can there be a way to check this year? Isn’t he also having a college entrance exam with you?"

He can understand the mentality of the students to some extent. He searched the crowd and saw Xia Junhua who could ask several sets of simulation questions before the lecture: "That classmate-are you a contestant? You are also following nonsense, Not afraid of being disqualified?"

"Cancel, cancel it." Xia Junhua didn't care and glanced at the few people on the stage. "I even learned competitions. I'm afraid to take the college entrance examination again?"

The director choked on him and said nothing.

"Always check it? Who is buying the problem, buying records, monitoring."

Cen Rui pushed his glasses, "Is the investigation so fierce at that time, is it directly condemned for the handwriting and the witness?"

Ding Zhengjiao: "Such a big thing, there must be backup data, can you check it again?"

Kong Jiahe's face was flushed, and he added: "First, there is virtue, then talent. We will never go to any school that wants them."

...

Wan Yongming walked a few steps forward, stood by the students, and handed the paper over: "We are all adults, and the small things in the adult rules are very important to them."

"Very important."

Wan Yongming: "It is important to decide what kind of adult they will grow into in the future."

Yu Sheng dragged Jin Linkun out of the auditorium and asked him where he wanted to go.

The sun was shining brightly, leaving almost no shadow on the ground, and the heat wave was falling down, making the ground faintly pale.

Jin Linkun clutched his wrist firmly and thought for a while: "Is an Internet cafe OK?"

"..." Yu Sheng got a headache from the sun, raised his hand and pressed his forehead.

Since the last time he overturned the car, he never stepped into the internet cafe half a step, and even felt that he might have quit the game.

Jin Linkun recovered quickly, looked down at Yu Sheng, clutching his hand, and moved closer, taking a shadow to block him from the sun, and lowering his eyelashes: "Friend, I have such a wish..."

"Stop." Yu Sheng cut off his words before giving birth to beating again, and dragged him over the wall.

Sitting in the box again last time, Jin Linkun almost missed a bit, and touched the long-lost projection machine, saying hello with mixed feelings.

Yu Sheng leaned back in the gaming chair, his eyes fell on him, quietly not speaking.

Jin Linkun couldn't help himself, remembering that he had picked more than half of the movies, reopened the selection panel, and turned page after page: "Do you watch movies? I remember there are a few good ones, I don't watch detective films this time..."

Yu Sheng: "Kun."

Jin Linkun bent over, his hand stopped suddenly.

He paused for a while, stood upright, and smiled: "Okay, it's okay. It's all over. You'll wait for me this time to give you a high entrance exam--"

Yu Sheng: "Brother."

Jin Linkun: "..."

The projector is at the corner of the wall, Jin Linkun is still facing away from him, breathing for a while, grinning reluctantly: "Friend... I can't help it if you are like this."

"Then don't bear it." Yu Sheng stood up from the chair, "Hug."

Jin Linkun stretched his shoulders lightly, trying to insist: "No need, I--"

Yu Sheng walked over, grabbed him and grabbed him firmly.

Jin Linkun's heart jumped.

In fact, this is not the first time. The temperature of the chest is quite familiar, with a little short hair, clean washing powder smell, cool body temperature, everything is familiar as if I have already remembered it well.

But there are some distinct differences.

Jin Linkun lowered his head and hugged him gently.

The arms behind him were too tight and a little breathless. He didn’t intend to say that he just tentatively lowered his head and gently rubbed the young man’s temple: “Yu Sheng.”

Because the body between the arms was too hard, it almost shivered, and it was still exerting strength regardless of it.

Jin Linkun dumbly touched his hair.

His children obviously came to comfort him, but it was even worse than him.

A person who has lived for so long has come here, so many wrongs have come, and the trophy certificate that turned out to be Meng Chen was not much concerned.

Because of his things, it was so uncomfortable.

"It's all right, ah."

Jin Linkun patted his back lightly, and as soon as he spoke, his voice didn't know how to be dumbfounded: "It's gone, I'm very good now."

He really felt lucky that he lowered his head slightly and touched the tip of his nose lightly with the tip of his nose: "If it weren't for this, how would I run into you--"

Suddenly the water vapor in the tide cools around the neck.

Jin Linkun opened his mouth, and the words suddenly choked in his throat.

What can be said, what can't be said, suddenly came to the chest in a mess.

"Foul, kid..."

Jin Linkun cleared his throat hard and took a deep breath. The moist feeling of unsatisfiedness still came out, and he could only blink hard several times: "What's the matter?

Yu Sheng did not know what was wrong with him.

Just the thought of it happened on December 6th.

Jin Linkun’s adult ceremony was a cold and unpredictable punishment, and a sudden collapse of something that he once believed in.

Jin Linkun in that picture, Jin Linkun from the vice-principal's mouth a year ago, also had a smooth and promising future.

I still get along well with my friends, I believe in everyone, I got a paper, and I dared to answer a whole article in an elegant way.

The punch was still too light.

Pressing the tide that had stuck in his eyes back, Yu Sheng let go of him and turned to go to the bathroom to wash his face. Suddenly, he grabbed his wrist.

Yu Sheng stopped, "Why."

Jin Linkun set his sights on him, his lips moved, and he didn't speak.

The juvenile's wrist bones were obvious, held in the palm of his hand, slightly a little bit, spreading the slightly hot temperature little by little.

Jin Linkun circled his wrist, his fingers unconsciously exerted force: "Yu Sheng, I can--"

Yu Sheng frowned, meeting his vision.

Those eyes were still clean and clear, black and white were so clear that no impurities were allowed, and Jin Linkun shrunk his chest, suddenly sober.

...

In response to the slightly impatient eyes of the children, Jin Linkun opened his mouth and blurted out, "Can I give you a topic?"

Yu Sheng: "..."

Jin Linkun: "..."

The air was quiet, and Jin Linkun felt that this requirement was a bit too much, and when he was about to make a break, Yu Sheng turned around and sat down: "OK."

Jin Linkun was startled.

"You speak."

Yu Sheng pulled through the schoolbag that he had brought out of the auditorium, and turned over two contest questions that Jin Linkun stuffed in: "I listen."

...

When the seven groups of students worriedly searched for the missing two team members all the way, and finally found the door of the Morning Star Internet Cafe, they squeezed in the door and saw this kind of magical scene.

Two people were sitting on the sofa in the private room of the internet cafe, and a noodle box was beside them.

Kun Shen spread the competition questions on his knees, and wrote and painted on the paper in detail. He had already finished most of the physics competition questions for his roommates.

"Although it's not appropriate to say that..."

Having basically figured out what was going on, Xia Junhua looked at the picture in front of him with a shock: "Kun God, this is-in order to make up for the regret that he did not give people a good topic in this year?"

"..." Liang Yifan had a headache: "Yes, yes."

Cen Rui was inexplicably moved: "Brother Sheng paid too much for their bedroom..."

Ding Zhengjiao coughed a little: "Thinking about it, Brother Ge has also gained knowledge in the physics contest--"

"What a fart."

After finally seeing the person who came to the rescue, Yu Sheng pressed hard and pressed his head that was rubbed by the small slider, and pushed away the workbook to stand up: "I am a liberal arts student, don't you know it by now? "