Don’t Talk To Me!

Yu Sheng maintained a sober aesthetic, let him pick one casually in black and white.

Lao Wan's clothing style is too complicated, and no matter how hard the scientific tyrants try, they can't compile a unified style of story.

In the end, under the proposal of Cen Rui, it simply turned into a castle grand party with an unknown background and an unknown plot.

"Someone came in a pumpkin carriage, some came on a bicycle, some came in a flying saucer."

Cen Rui was clever and cleverly fingered: "The pumpkin carriage needs a coachman, at least two people are required to play the pumpkin and the carriage, which has arranged three more people..."

"..." Xia Junhua couldn't hear it: "So the pumpkin carriage you are talking about is a carriage with pumpkins on it?"

Xiao Ruiling Cen Rui did not watch cartoons, and nodded, of course: "Of course, isn't Cinderella selling pumpkins?"

...

With the brainstorming of the seven groups of students, the discussion of the stage-mode musicals moved forward with very gratifying progress.

Yu Sheng couldn't really see the past, and Chao Cenrui reached out his hand: "The pen is for me, I will write."

Cen Rui was overjoyed, quickly grabbed the paper and pen together, and gave it to him.

"I felt the happiness of Lao Liang."

Looking at the two big brothers sitting in front of the piano, while whispering to discuss and set apart, Xia Junhua couldn't help feeling: "It's really cool, I'm about to fall in love with this feeling."

"Not exactly." Liang Yifan has appeared inexplicably deep and mature from this morning. "If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight."

Cen Rui did not understand: "What do you mean?"

Liang Yifan held the phone, and the whole person was lonely and stubborn: "It means that if you enjoy the happiness of lying and winning, you must bear the pressure that is not your age."

"What pressure?"

Ding Zhengjiao did not hear the previous article and took Lao Wanding's milk tea to share with everyone. By the way, he reminded: "Kun Shen will give a lecture in the group tomorrow afternoon. From three to seven. Are you friends of God?"

Liang Yifan: "..."

"It has been added!" Cen Rui was very positive. "I have added it already. Do you have any questions about God!"

Ding Zhengjiao nodded: "Everyone talks, Kunshen also plays C++, you can ask your letter question."

Liang Yifan: "Wait a minute, are you sure--"

"The liberal arts!" The boys on the side couldn't help but join in. "Can you also ask? There are a few geography questions that you don't understand, and there are some grammatical confusion..."

"Yes." Ding Zhengjiao asked very clearly, "Kun God accompanies Brother Sheng to learn, and they will read the liberal arts questions together."

"..."

Lonely and stubborn Liang Yifan touched his mobile phone, clicked on the blacklist, and sent him a friend application again.

The literary and art performances are basically written, and it is still early, and everyone discusses where to eat at noon.

In the end, it was decided that it was better to choose the day than to hit the day, and it was better to go out for a meal with the entire seven groups.

Lao Wan was very interested and wanted to join in. He offered to cover everyone in the name of group work, and directly skipped the meaningless lecture before the evening self-study.

The seven groups of students were holding milk tea and bowed their heads to Chi. Nude nakedly.

With the presence of Lao Wan, the specifications of the dinner have been improved a lot.

After the small hot pot, KTV, and Internet cafe boxes were rejected one by one, Liang Yifan suddenly showed up and suggested that he could set a daily rent.

"That kind of big room is generally in a high-end community. There is everything in it, you can cook and play games."

He is very experienced in this kind of thing. Liang Yifan raised his hand and turned over his phone to find: "We can play for most of the day, make our own lunch and dinner, and come back before the evening self-study."

"Yes." Cen Rui agrees. "There is only one week left in the summer camp. We have to do more group activities before going back to each family."

Xia Junhua didn't feel it at all, and when he mentioned it, he was shocked: "It's been a week? I think we have just gotten together-why should we break up?"

"I'll still contact you in the future. Who said it was broken?"

Ding Zhengjiao strongly disagrees with his statement: "We have a group of people who have phone calls, and those who go back to guarantee will go to the college entrance exams for food. Everyone who does not go will train him together."

"What kind of distribution model is this, does the contest not have a name?"

Cen Rui raised his hand to protest: "We applied to help the beating life of the college entrance examination! Holding a wandering beating one! Twenty sacks, fifty circles with black pens on the eyes, every ten dollars can kick the **** once ..."

Everyone laughed together, for a long time, and again gathered around to pick places.

The number of people who chose the Mahjong table and the VR immersive game could not be kept up, and under the arrangement of the team leader Ding Zhengjiao, a fierce stone scissors cloth was allocated to determine the final choice.

Yu Sheng didn't participate. He only separated his ears and listened to the chaotic discussion.

Time is tight and the task is heavy. Jin Linkun is sitting on the side, offering a variety of brain holes that can be rejected at any time. By the way, he provides roommates with red dates and white fungus tea to dissect the dried dates manually.

Wan Yongming looked at the side for a while, and the seven groups of students guessed Ding Huo. He came to care about the two people: "Don't you pick where to go? Everyone seems to be fiercely fighting, and now it has become two wins in three games."

"Everything." Yu Sheng respected him and put down his pen to sit up. "Where do they go and where do I go, it's the same."

Jin Linkun didn't wait for Lao Wan to ask, he also smiled and responded: "I am the same, wherever he goes, I will go wherever he goes."

Lao Wan raised his eyebrows and looked at the two boys for a while. He smiled and nodded, and then turned back to help out his ideas, so that everyone can turn three wins and three wins into five rounds and three wins.

The increasingly fierce battle for the stone scissors was finally ended unexpectedly by Kong Jiahe, the deputy leader of the team who could not guess Ding Huo.

He turned the page of the app and found a daily rental house with both a mahjong table and VR immersive games.

"Where do you want me to go?"

Yu Sheng just roughed up the character, but hasn't refined the position yet, and he stuffed the pen and paper into the schoolbag: "Do you still plan to go to the third middle school with me?"

Slightly surprised by the roommate's unusually keen thoughts, Jin Linkun coughed lightly and promised: "Just think about it, I will try my best to ensure the safety of your school's principal."

Yu Sheng remained skeptical, glanced at him, put his coat in the school bag, and zipped it up.

The two people's things were packed together a long time ago. Jin Linkun habitually picked it up, and Yu Sheng still clutched the schoolbag and didn't let go.

Jin Linkun dragged it slightly and bowed his head: "What's wrong?"

"When the time comes, you can't be in a class."

Yu Sheng let go of his hand and gave him the school bag: "Don't make trouble, your habit of answering questions must be corrected, and it's not that your brain can test well."

Jin Linkun was startled.

The original idea was not to transfer school, but to tease him casually, I didn't expect Yu Sheng to really go to his heart.

After thinking about the joke, Jin Linkun put down the things in his hand and assured him seriously: "I know, I must be well prepared."

He paused and couldn't help raising the corner of his lower lip. He bumped into Yu Sheng's head and gently rubbed it: "Worry me?"

"Worry about a fart."

Yu Sheng knew that this person would climb the pole if he said a few words, patted the hand mercilessly, poured two red jujube teas, and went out in response to Ding Zhengjiao's greeting.

Jin Linkun carried the schoolbag at the end, his eyes could not help but bend, and speeded up to catch up.

The daily rental houses are basically distributed near the N major, without transportation, you can pass by the 11th road.

In order to take care of Lao Wan, the seven groups of students did not choose to cross the wall and worked hard all around the gate.

A few hours after noon, the hottest time had not yet come up, the sun was bright, the morning breeze was hiding under the tree in a circle, and the tenacious station stayed at the last point of coolness.

Everyone's interest along the way is very high, you talk to me one sentence at a time.

"Seriously, I was particularly stressed when I thought of the third year of waiting for the start of school."

Cen Rui carrying a schoolbag and walking under the shade of a tree, he couldn't help but express his emotions: "If I didn't come here, I would enjoy the rare pleasures after studying, I might be bald."

"Not at all." Xia Junhua patted his head. "You all learn information competition, are you afraid of baldness?"

"..."

Lao Wan is chatting patiently with a few girls who are under too much pressure. When he looks up and finds that Cen Rui is chasing Xia Junhua, he is a little worried: "What happened, do we need to persuade you?"

Liang Yifan immediately dissuaded: "No, no, they are running against the morning sun to commemorate their youth that is about to die."

Lao Wan reassured himself and continued to talk about the heart with the little girl.

These two men's physical strength is not very good, commemorating the youth of nearly 500 meters, they can not run panting, one after another, leaning on his knees panting.

The collective journey can't be delayed, Ding Zhengjiao responsibly found two boys, ignoring the two's ghosts crying and howling, and continued to move forward one by one.

Kong Jiahe followed everyone for a while, took the initiative to fold back to find Jin Linkun, and suggested that he want him to sign a classmate record.

"Classmates?" Jin Linkun hadn't heard this thing in years, and thought about the meaning of these three words. "Write it now?"

Kong Jiahe shook his head: "I haven't bought it. I just heard that Cen said that there is only one week left in the summer camp. I am very reluctant to everyone. Although we have only met for more than a month, we have forged a profound friendship... "

I was busy helping Yu Sheng to make suggestions in terms of personnel design. I didn't pay attention to what the seven groups were talking about at the time. Jin Linkun heard him talking about it, and then figured out the previous topic: "I was talking about this just now?"

Kong Jiahe nodded: "Student Jin, although there is still a gap in our strength, but--"

"Surely write, and put me back in the bedroom."

Jin Linkun had a thought in his heart and promised to come down: "I still have something to say later."

After confirming that he would fill in the classmate record, Kong Jiahe rested his mind and continued to keep up with the big army, trying to integrate into a new round of topics on the combination of physical exercise and rest.

Yu Sheng didn't walk with the crowd. He laid it at the end. While walking, he lowered his head and pressed his mobile phone, rummaging through the places he could participate in for reference.

Unconsciously, there was another familiar figure around me.

Yu Sheng didn't raise his head, handed him the thermos, "Thirsty?"

Jin Linkun smiled and took over the mug he passed over.

He wasn't really thirsty. He took the glass and couldn't help unscrewing and drinking.

In fact, it’s not a good tea, he always couldn’t figure out how to make the right proportion, and the process of denucleating the red dates has been bumpy. After Yu Sheng strictly prohibited him from using a utility knife to dissect red dates, and confiscated his knives, he could only do this work with an unbreakable table knife. The dissected dates were unsightly comparable to postmodern works of art.

I don't know how Yu Sheng drank without changing his face every time.

Yu Sheng felt that he had something to say, deliberately left alone, and walked a few steps, and a familiar opening remark came around him: "Friends..."

Yu Sheng couldn't help but hold the corner of his mouth: "Why?"

"you have just--"

Jin Linkun didn't know what to ask, cleared his throat, and his throat knotted: "Did you hear what they said?"

He was still thinking about how to make a joke about schooling. How suddenly Yu Sheng took it seriously today.

Nian's head is a steam bubble rising from the bottom of the water, popping out on the chest, bursting out one at a time, and splashing a small splash.

Yu Sheng vaguely guessed what he was going to ask, frowned, not planning to answer, to grab the glass in his hand.

The young man's ears are faintly red, and I don't know if it's hot or basked.

Jin Linkun couldn't hold back the corner of his mouth more and more, hiding the water cup behind him, holding him loosely with one hand: "I just heard them say that there is only one week left in the summer camp..."

With only a week left, the children couldn't help but start thinking about what to do in the future.

He also began to reluctantly.

...

I don't know that it would not be inappropriate to just apply directly to the house church.

Anyway, Yu Sheng's family already has two pillows. Jin Linkun feels that he should have nothing to prepare except for his clothes.

"..." Yu Sheng looked at the corner of his ear that was about to grin: "It's almost over, are you still happy?"

Jin Linkun has never finished his mind: "Ah..."

...

The students in the entire seven groups were in trouble, and the two people who suddenly started fighting later caught the attention of the people in front after a while.

Brother Sheng hasn't beaten the **** for a while. Ding Zhengjiao was inexplicably worried. He glanced at his head and said, "What's going on, what is God doing?"

Many people started to look back, and Lao Wan also turned back.

Teacher Wan is very experienced this time, without making any fuss, smiling and waving: "I know, it doesn't matter, they should be commemorating the youth that is about to die..."