Don’t Talk To Me!
Chapter 47:
Yu Sheng is actually a liberal arts student.
Because this incident was the most stimulated, it was undoubtedly because of the fact that Kun Shen wanted to participate in the college entrance examination and was once smug. He happily sympathized with Liang Yifan, a liberal arts student of seven groups of science students.
"Unreasonable, Sheng Ge's Tetris is clearly playing so well, and he will turn the Rubik's Cube."
Until the last night of self-study, Liang Yifan was still depressed and unhappy, and it was difficult to accept the too cruel reality: "Why are they liberal arts students?"
Ding Zhengjiao disagrees with his inherent concept: "The liberal arts and physiology students are the same, everyone can be excellent."
"But only the excellence of science students can make me happy." Liang Yifan bluntly said, "When I think that I will sit in the same examination room with Sheng Ge and do the same set of papers, I feel heartfelt pressure."
Everyone returned to a similar situation. Cen Rui shook Sha Hao and patted him on the shoulder: "If we want to open up, we can also skip them to calculate the ranking and compete for our precious second place."
"..."
In front of the two big men who will take the next year's college entrance examination, the academic bullies of both the arts and sciences finally found comfort in each other, shook hands again, and returned to the vast ocean of knowledge.
Neither Jin Linkun nor Yu Sheng came to study at night, and the last row was empty, suppressing the fake note written by Zhang Yusheng.
Ding Zhengjiao couldn't let go, and frequently turned back: "Does anyone know what Kun Kun is doing? Does Brother Sheng accompany him?"
"At least when we left the internet cafe, Brother Sheng was still with him."
Liang Yifan glanced at the mobile phone with no movement, and he no longer made the usual determination: "But now maybe I have to look at the emotional state of Brother Sheng. To be honest, if I was pressed on the sofa and lively listened to the three-hour physical competition There is a certain chance that the six relatives will not recognize it directly."
Cen Rui felt the same way: "Reverse experience, I think Brother Sheng can actually persist until we come, really love God."
...
"it should be no problem?"
Xia Junhua has always been guilty of pulling the seven groups of people to listen to the lecture. He also put down the pen and looked back: "I think no matter what happened, the two of them must be together..."
After he finished speaking, there was silence all around.
I thought it was the director of the inspection, Xia Junhua shut up quickly, and worried for a while, only to find that no one came, somehow: "What are you doing?"
"It's not easy." Liang Yifan patted his shoulder. "Right hand ruled classmates, have you finally learned?"
Cen Rui then let go of her heart: "Even Lao Xia saw that they must be okay... Okay, so read the book, maybe somewhere Kun Kun and Sheng Brother are studying hard."
The third year of high school is getting closer and closer. Everyone has a sense of urgency. The study room has returned to quiet, and there has been a resurgence of book flipping.
Yu Sheng is not studying.
Jin Linkun said he wanted to go out and walk around casually, and he didn't think much about it. He asked seven groups of students to bring school bags and fake strips back, and accompanied him out of the Internet cafe.
As a result, what this person said about wanting to walk was actually simply walking around.
The street lights were on, and the sky was dark, and replaced with a twinkling starlight.
Jin Linkun couldn't walk anymore, sat down on the edge of the road, relaxed, and leaned back on the tree trunk.
There was a vending machine on the roadside, and Yu Sheng looked around, but did not find a cartoon with a bottle on it, barely bought a bottle of sweet milk and spared it.
Jin Linkun took the sweet milk that was smashed on the face, poured two sips, bent his eyes to speak, and Yu Sheng had sat down beside him: "No need to thank you."
"..." Jin Linkun smiled and rubbed his head: "I mean, this one is also delicious."
The man touched his head more and more smoothly. Yu Sheng looked at him without moving. He pressed the bright phone and searched for where the two had gone.
Jin Linkun rarely opened his hand. He unconsciously paused on the short hair with a little tie for a while, and looked down at him.
The air-conditioning in the auditorium was turned on enough, and Yu Sheng was bothered by the nagging, consciously wearing a sportswear jacket.
His habit of wearing clothes is very regular, the zipper is meticulously pulled to the top, so his head is lowered, and half of his face is buried in the erected neckline.
Jin Linkun looked closely for a while and found that there was a less obvious scar on his ear.
...
Yu Sheng slaps his soul and snaps his groping hands: "What are you doing?"
"How did you get it?" Jin Linkun was quite persistent and was shot open and stretched over again, touching the scar, "Here."
There is no less fight in the third school, and hanging out is inevitable. The school bully is very demanding. There are few scars on his body, and it is difficult to calm down when he goes out.
Too many times, Yu Sheng was too lazy to recall the check mark again and again, pulling his sleeve and pulling it out: "Forgot."
Jin Linkun also wanted to take a closer look. He accidentally touched his ear again, and his wrist was firmly clamped in a blink of an eye.
...
It will blow up when you touch your ears.
Jin Linkun rubbed the tip of his nose, tried his best to control his thoughts, put the word "cute" aside temporarily, and tried his best to keep his right hand: "Friend, calm down, I won't touch anymore--"
Yu Sheng only used it for a while, and then quickly withdrew it. He glanced at him and released his hand.
The arms of the two were entangled, and it was not easy to get around. Jin Linkun pulled his arm out of his elbow and was about to close his hand, only to find that the force on his wrist was still loose.
It is cooler at night than during the day, and the palms around your wrists are also cooler than usual. Yu Sheng grabbed him, his fingers curled, and he still stuck to his wrist bones.
Jin Linkun looked at his movements and tentatively said, "What's wrong?"
Yu Sheng looked up and his eyes fell into his eyes: "Brother, is it better?"
Jin Linkun opened his mouth slightly and did not speak immediately.
Are you okay?
People need to grow up and live their lives. Whether they want to or not, they must keep going.
It's been a year, and there's nothing wrong with it.
But suddenly someone accompanied him to vent in a mess, help him feel uncomfortable, and looked at him quietly.
Then suddenly all the emotions that faded early rose up unreasonably, piled up on the chest, and sore.
Jin Linkun met his gaze quietly, took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes indiscriminately, and put them on again.
"...Much better, almost all right."
He raised his hand and put it on Sheng's shoulder, his forehead rested on his shoulder: "Really, don't believe you--"
Yu Sheng: "I believe."
Jin Linkun was startled.
"I believe." Yu Sheng turned sideways. "How can it be all right?"
The boy's breath suddenly wrapped up.
Not to be neglected, the fresh and real breath met him incessantly.
Jin Linkun's chest emptied from the ground.
The two were so close that he could almost see Yu Sheng's eyelashes.
Jin Linkun thought for a moment, before speaking out of consciousness: "Hug-sleep?"
Yu Sheng: "..."
...
"Friend, friend."
Jin Linkun grabbed the bottle of half-sweet milk and got up to catch up quickly: "Let me try it, I can explain it."
It was almost midnight, and even a car on the road could hardly be seen. The bustling streets were empty during the day, and the lights of the street lights were intertwined, bringing down the deep and shallow shadows.
Yu Sheng stood under the street lamp and was dragged by him. He listened for ten minutes to embrace the scientific theory of emotional comfort.
"... Probably that's it. The papers have provenances. I can go back and find you."
Jin Linkun cleared his throat and realized that he had been holding his hand and moved his fingertips, trying to loosen it, but was unable to move.
He paused, his throat rolled gently: "Yu Sheng--"
Yu Sheng: "Is it good to hug?"
He asked too seriously, Jin Linkun's heartbeat was inexplicably fast, and he could not speak immediately.
Yu Sheng has dragged him back.
Subconsciously following a few steps, Jin Linkun heard his voice rang: "Where are you going?"
"Go back and sleep." Yu Sheng pulled him, "You can't take less meat by borrowing from you."
To be fair, Yu Sheng didn't really believe his theory.
But it is undeniable that during those two nights, he did sleep better than usual and did not have those messy dreams.
Moreover, the person who always smiled a bit, seemed to encounter a person who could solve all the problems in three seconds, and suddenly began to stutter the document. I don’t know why, and it seemed that I was a little less punished than usual.
It was so tiring to walk this way that Yu Sheng did not plan to go back again, flipped out his phone and prepared to take a taxi.
Probably too late, there was no driver taking orders, and there was no taxi on the way.
Jin Linkun pulled him to the roadside and stood: "Otherwise... walk back again?"
Yu Sheng looked up at him without a word, and Liang Yifan's news jumped out first.
Stimulated by Sheng Ge, who is actually a liberal arts student, Liang Yifan squatted in seven sets of exclusive toilets and endorsed them in the middle of the night. After packing up and preparing to return to the bedroom, he found that no one had returned to their dorm.
Knowing that these people could not rest assured, Yu Sheng answered nothing, and then sent him a positioning.
On the other side, Liang Yifan was silent for a long time, and responded with trembling: Brother Sheng... Are you going to run the marathon with Kun Kun?
"..." Yu Sheng looked at the distance on the map, calmed down for a while, and put away his phone: "Find a place to stay overnight."
The two men's hands haven't been released yet, Jin Linkun still hasn't recovered, and looked up: "Ah?"
Liang Yifan is a good classmate.
Jin Linkun handed over his ID card to the hotel reception desk for registration, and went into the elevator with his roommates. I didn’t know what to think and couldn’t help but send a red envelope to Liang Yifan.
Liang Yifan was flattered: Kun, did you win?
Liang Yifan: Run and run to vent, let the gang fool die! You're the best! You are Kun God! !
...
Without understanding what he was talking about, Jin Linkun found the room number and swiped the door with the room card.
The hotel's facilities are quite good, business style, the room is covered with soft and hard carpet, there is a sofa desk, and an unusually large double bed.
"There is no standard room." Jin Linkun touched the tip of his nose and explained, "Only this..."
Yu Sheng didn't care, took off his coat and hung up, went to the bathroom to wash: "I will do it as soon as possible."
Xiao Bansu walked the length of a half horse, and Yu Sheng was tired now. He simply flushed away the sweat from his body, and was ready to pack up and give him room.
Putting on the clothes and leaving the bathroom, Jin Linkun leaned on the sofa, probably also sleepy, and was dozing off with his head down.
Sitting back to sleep like this, you have to fall asleep. Yu Sheng wiped her hair and prepared to carry people to wash and lie down as soon as possible.
Only when he touched his arm on the armrest, he was lifted by the hanging hand and pulled.
Jin Linkun opened his eyes, the eyes behind the lens were a little dizzy, and his chest slightly undulated. He probably had a dream just before he was awake.
Yu Sheng touched his pulse smoothly, trying to make him slow first, but the force on his wrist suddenly tightened: "Yu Sheng."
His voice was a little dumb, Yu Sheng frowned, and leaned down: "What's wrong?"
Jin Linkun's throat moved, and for a long while, he said, "Which university are you going to take?"
Yu Sheng: "..."
Did this man have a nightmare and he abandoned the college entrance examination?
In a year's time, he probably counted himself, but he didn't have the habit of making a package ticket. He sat down on the sofa with the strength of his arm: "Which can be tested, which one is tested, first raise the score and then say. Ask what is this doing?"
"Which place are you going to take the test, and tell me when it's time."
Jin Linkun didn't know what he really wanted to say, and looked down: "I estimate the score test, let's go to a university..."
Others don't understand. They have lived in a dormitory for so long.
Yu Sheng did not deliberately study subjects, even other subjects. English is really impossible. Every time the scope of review involves English, he has to sleep insomnia for a long time at night.
He lay on the bed several times, listening to the other side of the dormitory sober motionless, sometimes even waiting for the sky to light up before his breathing gradually became even and smooth.
In another year, Yu Sheng’s remaining subjects will not be a problem. Even if English is given up directly, it may be within the scope of Top2. No matter which place Yu Sheng picked, he can follow the past--
Without waiting for him to figure out the most appropriate range of scores, Yu Sheng had stood up and patted his hand.
"Save it."
Yu Sheng's tone was plain, and he looked down at him: "No need."
Jin Linkun retracted his arm, his throat was astringent, and opened his mouth: "Yu Sheng."
"You **** listen."
Finally, the pressure of the fire was reduced, and Yu Sheng closed his eyes: "How much can be tested, how much can be tested, how many points can they exceed."
The young man was sharp and could not be suppressed with determination, so proud to make his chest hot: "There is another year, so long, do you think I can’t catch up with you?"
Jin Linkun raised his head, and the eyes behind the lens were slightly widened, and it was hot for no reason.
Yu Sheng didn't want to beat him at this time, took a deep breath, and turned to gather things, and was suddenly hugged.
Without waiting for the reaction, the hot dampness had already oozed from the collar behind.
Yu Sheng paused, his shoulders stretched silently.
The arm strangled on the chest and shoulders was slightly palpitated, and Yu Sheng stood for a while, then pulled him backhand: "What are you doing, do I study so excited you?"
"……Yes."
Jin Linkun laughed softly and took a breath: "I'm so excited that I couldn't hold it back."
Yu Sheng ripped off the corner of his mouth, didn't speak, and held his hand gently.
Jin Linkun's tone was very serious when he spoke, but Yu Sheng knew that this could bear even the few wastes that framed him at the time, and in turn could persuade him not to be impulsive and hold him a fool who spoke well, in fact I have been thinking about this for a long time.
...
Then he dragged him for twenty kilometers without finding a chance.
Yu Sheng asked him to lie on his shoulders without turning around and patting his arm with his back.
Jin Linkun cleared his throat and reluctantly said: "Friend--"
"Glasses." Yu Sheng spread his palms and waited for him. "Aren't you panicking?"
There was a breath behind him, and a little smile shook gently in his chest, falling on his back.
Jin Linkun took off his glasses and put them in his palms, closing his eyes and leaning back.
After taking a long bath, Jin Linkun came out of the bathroom and Yu Sheng was asleep.
The teenager was wrapped in a quilt, his long eyelashes were firmly attached, half of his face was buried in the pillow, and his hair was still a little moist.
He turned off the ceiling light and lay down gently, trying to hold the man in his arms.
Yu Sheng was so sleepy that he opened his eyelids and looked at him. He was frowned by the light at the head of the bed and unconsciously buried it in the shadow.
Chest was lightened to a soft strength, Jin Linkun breathed slightly, blocking the light for him sideways, even turning off the bedside lamp.
Jin Linkun lay down for a while, still could not sleep, could not help picking up his phone, and sent a message to Liang Yifan: Are you there?
Liang Yifan was about to go to bed, received his news, and immediately sent a concerned reply: Yes! Kun God, how are you?
Jin Linkun: My roommate should study hard.
Liang Yifan: ...ah?
Jin Linkun: He will be very powerful, I think he can take the provincial champion.
Liang Yifan: ...
Liang Yifan: Kun God, let me insert a sentence first. How do you feel now, is your condition okay? Is it already uncomfortable?
Those emotions on the chest had already disappeared. Jin Linkun took the phone and returned after a while: OK, thank you.
I knew who was coming before I left. I just left the auditorium and felt that there was no need to listen. He did not actually think that the entire seven groups would stand on his side at any cost.
He originally made friends just to let his roommates praise him. When he saw seven groups of students going out one by one, and even Lao Wan walked out slowly, he realized that in fact, people will meet many people in this life.
No matter whether it is good or bad, something happy or unhappy has happened, if you turn around an intersection, the new people you meet will not be the same as the last time.
Jin Linkun took a few moments with his cell phone, knocked out a serious thanks, and clicked to send.
There is a red circle arrow in front of the bubble, and a light gray prompt pops up immediately.
[The message has been sent, but was rejected by the other party. ]
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