Don’t Talk To Me!

Running all the way, before 7:30, Yu Sheng finally crashed into his examination room.

As soon as the **** was on the chair, the closing bell rang loudly.

Great deal.

The elevator was too slow, and Yu Sheng rushed to the seventh floor on foot in the last minute. At this time, there was a little blood in his lungs. He wiped the sweat on his forehead, and slumped on the chair to restore the blood.

The test ran out of the effect of the Jedi survival, saying that he did not like to learn, he was almost unbelief.

"Brother Sheng, Sheng brother!"

A head protruded from the next door, and the familiar loud voice lowered the excitement: "Are you really here? I thought you would not send a text message to your parents at this level..."

Yu Sheng regained his breath and was pulling down his sweaty school uniform jacket, and Wen Yan twitched his eyelids: "Duan Lei, which level am I?"

After being named, the big voice immediately realized. Raising his hand to a fork on his mouth, he smiled and changed his mouth: "No one, no one-who do not know our brother Sheng? Absolutely abide by discipline, unite classmates, don't fight, don't fight, sunny and helpful."

The more he talked, the less he was, and Yu Sheng couldn't hear it, rubbing his temples: "Okay, it's fake if you edit too much."

Duan Lei responded with a smile, and took advantage of the proctor's inattention, slipped over and continued to chatter with him.

Yu Sheng put his school uniform on the back of the chair and touched the apple with his hand. He kicked the swivel chair under his butt: "There is surveillance, don't talk."

The monitoring in the computer room is not a decoration, but the school has just spent tens of thousands of pieces for replacement. It is said that it is even possible to see clearly what is written on the paper.

The favorite thing that the group of crazy people in the Education Department do is to monitor and catch people every time they take advantage of the opportunity to practice playing games, and read out their names and game IDs with the big speakers of the Unicom.

Under the control of such a shame, the atmosphere in the computer room is prosperous every time, and the students of the whole third middle school are proficient in all the mini games of Jinshan Typing.

Duan Lei shrunk his neck, finally stopped, retracted into the plane, and brushed the last daily task while confiscating his mobile phone.

Nine subjects joint exam, one hour for each subject, plan to take a full day off after lunch break. Early admission is allowed, but the earliest submission time is also limited to 11 noon.

Not being able to touch the mobile phone one morning is already a very cruel punishment for these internet addicted teenagers.

Yu Sheng was generally interested in mobile phones, yawned and turned on the phone, and turned back to touch his school uniform pocket.

He didn't eat anything in the morning, and he was really hungry at this moment. He only had a few mouthfuls of soy milk in his stomach, and the pain was empty.

Apple is not hungry, always better than nothing.

I can't go out now, I can only finish the paper at noon, and then go out to find a place to fill my stomach.

Yu Sheng conceived today's lunch, only to touch his pocket in his hand, suddenly a meal.

The apple is gone, and I don't know when there are more pancakes wrapped in plastic bags in my pocket.

It's about to cool, and it's soft and collapsed by steam, and it can also get rich cult fillings from the cross section.

...

No wonder he felt a little different when he ran up.

Yu Sheng was holding pancakes, and the student's throat knotted insignificantly under the intimate endorsement and frantically playing with his mobile phone.

It wasn’t obvious when I didn’t notice it. Now I notice that I feel as if there is a food aroma that I can’t ignore.

Yu Sheng took a deep breath, and at last the heavens and men battled for a while. Finally, under the urging of his stomach becoming more and more painful, he took out the half of the pancake without any trace, peeling off the plastic bag and biting.

I don’t know if it’s because I’m so hungry. Although the pancake is cold, the taste is unexpectedly good.

The crisp is a little bit soft, the sausage is still warm, and the fish and tofu flexes its teeth flexibly.

There are indeed chicken cutlets.

I didn't want to admit that I had lost my stance for so many years of perseverance. Yu Sheng bit his pancake with a dull head, and attributed all the shaking to being really hungry.

Duan Lei's head came over from the next door and made a fuss: "Brother Sheng, you actually eat pancakes that are uncooked-don't you always say that pancakes are cults other than fruit crisps?!"

Yu Sheng: "..."

Yu Sheng put the last bite of pancakes into his mouth, rubbed his wrists and calmly raised his head, thinking about whether to wipe out the witness cards as well.

Duan Lei shrank and immediately counseled: "No, I haven't seen anything."

Yu Sheng turned back expressionless, rubbing the plastic bag into a ball, and raised his wrist.

The plastic bag jumped over the empty back row, and a very beautiful arc was drawn, and the grain fell into the trash can in the corner.

Duan Lei clapped the venue and applauded: "Okay, so handsome."

Yu Sheng was too lazy to talk nonsense, glanced at him, leaned back in the seat and closed his eyes to make up.

Last night, he was angry with the suspected silver trainer. He played the half-night game. He got up early, and now he has food in his stomach, and he is back.

The chairs in the computer room are much higher than those in the classroom, and they feel comfortable to make up. Yu Shengchu leaned back in his chair and took a nap, then was woken up by someone again, and the preparatory bell before the test had rang.

The invigilator requires that the schoolbags and items unrelated to the exam be placed in the temporary storage area, which is being examined next to a table and desk.

Duan Lei carried the schoolbag and was ready to put it, standing beside him and shaking his shoulders: "Brother Sheng, do you have anything? I'll take it with you and forget it."

Yu Sheng yawned and shook his head: "Without, you--"

The voice fell, and the strict voice of the invigilator had already sounded: "The coat is also considered, you have to put it in front, move faster!"

"Also put on the coat?" Duan Lei's eyes widened in surprise. "What's the point? Isn't it that I'm afraid of cold?"

He just said a word, and was touched by Yu Sheng's arm, closing his mouth subconsciously.

Yu Sheng stood up in his chair and glanced into the examination room.

When he first came in, he noticed a little bit, and now it is even more obvious at first glance.

There are also probabilities for sub-testing. In this test room, eight Chengdus are the students who come to the province to focus on the exam. Only a few of the three middle schools are scattered. The proctors are all face-to-face.

Yu Sheng has seen the strict posture of the provincial key exams that he would like to search for. The students of the Third Middle School have bad criticism. In this kind of examination room, they are undoubtedly the objects to be focused on.

The air conditioner is turned on just right, and you really don't need to wear a coat. It's nothing more than a morning and you don't have to cause so many troubles.

Yu Sheng froze for a while and just wanted to move. He picked up the school uniform and stood up, carrying Duan Lei and turned around: "Let's go, lead the way."

Duan Lei opened his mouth and retreated discouragedly. Ren Lao Ren complained to the old man, leading Yu Sheng, who was still sleepy and not awake, to the place where he put things.

"Brother Sheng, I really can't figure it out..."

He took a little effort to push open the stack of textbooks, put the schoolbag up, and turned back to the school uniform in the hands of Sheng: "You said that your home is in such good conditions, we have no such treatment in dreams, why are you so obedient? what?"

Although he was often punished for a station because of small problems like sleeping in class, compared with his sturdy record among students, Yu Sheng was indeed very compliant and disciplined among a group of rebellious students. Yes.

To comply with the rules and regulations, even to make a stand, he must meet the requirements of his old man. He must be finished before the door, otherwise he will be directly picked up on the ground by the brother Sheng who must return to the dormitory on time, forcibly ending the battle unilaterally.

Among the rebellious youngsters of China and the Second, who still adhere to the belief of "Dead to fight against school teachers", Yu Sheng's style of painting is simply out of tune with each other. Many of them are expelled from this group because of this problem. But it wouldn't be long before he would be punched back with a punch, and sit back on the front line of the problem boy.

Unexpectedly, he would ask this question suddenly. Yu Sheng was slightly surprised and raised his eyebrows: "Is my house in good condition?"

"Yeah, we all envy you."

Duan Lei was a little discouraged: "The family is so rich, and your parents don't care about you. I want to have this treatment in my dreams, but if my parents see me hard to learn, they will definitely kill me..."

Yu Sheng opened his mouth and laughed.

The family has money, regardless of parents, his treatment seems to be good enough.

Nothing is unsatisfactory.

"Isn't that a way of life for you."

Yu Sheng swallowed back what he was going to say, lazily rubbed his forehead, and handed over the clothes: "Otherwise I will squat with you in the office next time, and there is no one to send me to visit the prison at noon?"

Duan Lei stiffened.

The picture is terrible, even if you just think about it, it makes people scared.

Duan Lei was completely enlightened, shook his head desperately, and took his clothes diligently with his hands for his schoolbag: "No, no, you can't live that day. Brother Sheng, you are still obedient, you are our only hope... …"

Among them, only Yu Sheng had the gift of being obedient by the face. Every time something went wrong, he relied on Sheng to look after him. If you drag Yu Sheng and get confused with them, you really don’t even have a person who sends fried chicken, beer, and mahjong poker to the cell.

"Freedom is the most important."

Seeing that he was finally in the dark, Yu Sheng nodded happily and patted his shoulder. "For freedom, the process is a bit bumpy."

Just like this exam.

Suddenly such a rigorous examination, such a big setback, must be for the sake of selection.

Once chosen, it is impossible not to be tucked into the ocean of knowledge.

"If you want to have some leisure time to play during the summer vacation, don't test too well."

As Yu Sheng walked, he generously taught him the experience: "Control a little score, you can make a difference with your family. The gun shoots the first bird..."

Duan Leidian followed him and nodded convincingly.

The pre-examination bell rings.

Yu Sheng returned to his desk, opened the keyboard, opened the question bank according to the test instructions, and went straight down to A.

If you don’t choose C, then according to the habit of the teacher who usually puts the most unlikely answers first, the winning rate of choosing A can be lower.

Yu Sheng looked for the submit option and pressed Enter, and a dialog box suddenly popped up.

The first time I used this kind of question bank, Yu Sheng frowned and looked at the dialog box of the cartoon style.

I don’t know what the question bank will think of using crows as logos. The dark black crows shake their heads, their mouths fit together, inexplicably like some kind of metaphor for bad intentions.

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