Don’t Talk To Me!

For the next two hours, Yu Sheng could not help but fall into the painful thinking of "how to edit the following five questions".

At the same time, I tried my best to restrain the strong urge to greet the whole family of the creators of the question bank.

This question bank seems to be specially designed to torture people who are prepared for blindness. From time to time, he can jump out a prompt according to his answer speed and choice of options, which makes him have to correct his attitude and knock the next group carefully Brand new ABCD combination.

Even so, occasionally, he will be forced to rethink for ten seconds because he is too fast.

Yu Sheng held his mouse, took a deep breath, and raised his head when he was forced to stop for the third time.

The entire examination room is filled with a strong and positive examination atmosphere.

Several invigilators went back and forth, and the key students of the province were all absorbed in the strict array, waiting to read and solve the problem quickly.

The test room was so quiet that the needle fell, and occasionally the sound of a mouse click sounded.

Duan Lei was sitting next to him, staring at the screen deadly, with words in his mouth, the nib poking at the cursive paper, and his face flushed a little.

He is not a piece of material for learning, and he usually can't listen to the class. But the family is strictly managed, and if you get poor grades, you will be beaten.

Yu Sheng didn't disturb him, slowly released the nearly crushed mouse, and retracted his gaze.

These people do not know that Yu Sheng is actually not obedient.

The reason why he did not want to cause trouble is not because his love is so widespread that he is not willing to confine the outdoor selling business, but he does not want the school to notify parents.

I don’t want to stand in an office, and explain to a new teacher why the text message was sent and no one manages it, no one answers the phone, and every time I ask the parents, no one comes.

After living for so many years, there was no major disaster and serious illness. Like everyone around me, he grew up to 17 years old. Yu Sheng was used to this kind of life.

But I don't intend to explain to others again and again how I live.

Ten seconds after being locked, Yu Sheng counted the seconds, staggering the options one by one.

Stomach hurts.

At half the age of a poor man, half a pancake is really useless, and it will be digested after half a morning.

Yu Sheng lifted his left hand and pressed the hungry stomach, drank the northwest wind, slumped his shoulders and lay on the table, clicked the mouse, and continued to persevere with the system.

The door of the classroom was half open. From time to time, students who took leave to go to the toilet hurried past. The silence in the corridor, the sound of footsteps sounded much louder than usual.

...

Seventh time.

Yu Sheng was strictly stopped by the system for the seventh time for ten seconds.

He pressed his hand into his stomach again, slumped on the table, seriously thinking about the Big Bang and his short seventeen years of life.

Footsteps that were not heavy were heard from far and near.

Someone has frequent urination.

Yu Sheng is now more interested in seeing anything than Mongolian questions. He yawned and glanced out at will. He was arrogantly thinking about whether to let himself go to sleep for a while and then he was blinded again. His eyes suddenly stopped.

A pretty black shirt floated past.

Floating back again.

Yu Sheng took his elbows against the table, sat up a little bit, raised his eyebrows, and looked across the half-covered door and the black shirt outside.

Severe lack of consciousness, coupled with a little stagnation of the system's thinking, turned slowly again.

Yu Sheng considered him staring at his own eyes, and searched carefully several times to confirm that he had neither buckled the wrong button nor forgot to unzip his pants, and looked up a little confused.

After three seconds, Yu Sheng suddenly faintly realized what the other party was looking at.

Yu Sheng lowered his head and looked at his hand that was poking his stomach.

His stomach hasn't been very good, he felt a little bit hungry, and he didn't feel bad. He just didn't feel comfortable.

He feels familiar now, but he is hungry after eating half of the pancakes.

...But this action is indeed a bit ambiguous.

To an outsider of unknown circumstances, he ate pancakes in the morning, now covering his stomach, and his face is not too good.

Anyone with a slightly stronger ability to associate will obviously think he eats pancakes and eats his stomach badly.

After weighing for two seconds, Yu Sheng slowly moved his left hand and put it back on the table.

He did not look good in this black shirt, but the pancake was innocent.

Still can't be sorry for the half-worked pancake.

Probably made him guess. The black shirt looked at him for a while, and finally turned around. The sound of footsteps returned from near to far, and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Yu Sheng immediately withdrew his hand and poked it up, sat down on the table in a sitting position, bowed his head into his arm, and exhaled for a long time.

Stomach hurts so bad.

Next time, you should eat bubble noodles.

"Brother Sheng, brother Sheng..."

The movement this time was a bit big. Duan Lei, who was sitting on the side, noticed his strange appearance and was a little worried. He lowered his voice: "Does your stomach hurt again?"

Yu Sheng didn't want to disturb him, he pressed his stomach and waved his hand: "It's okay, take your test well."

The voice of the two of them was not high, and no one cared about in the examination room of the third middle school. At this time, they still attracted serious criticism from the invigilator without suspense: "No speaking, answer yourself!"

Duan Lei was a little anxious, so he had to stand up: "Teacher, his stomach hurts--"

Yu Sheng grabbed him and took the man back to the chair.

The proctor frowned and looked back and forth, seeing that his face was indeed bad, and also a little uneasy, he quickly walked over: "Is it important? Can I still take the exam?"

Yu Sheng gritted his teeth: "Can."

He hasn't seen such an inhuman question bank system. The long-lost desire to win and lose is completely aroused. The original idea of ​​going out and breathing out has also been suppressed, and he must finish this thousand questions.

His attitude was very persistent, and the proctor hesitated for a while, but still did not persuade him much, but just told him to raise his hand immediately if he felt uncomfortable.

Yu Sheng nodded, rubbing his teeth and re-picked up the mouse.

Duan Lei was unclear, so he was excited by his enthusiasm to answer questions, and he also chewed his teeth and reentered his head back into the vast sea of ​​questions.

Time passed by one minute and one second.

Yu Sheng grasped the mouse and the system, and the frequency and arrangement of the combination completely entered a skilled and stable rhythm, brushing back page by page.

One thousand questions, one hundred for each of nine subjects, plus one hundred cross-subject choices, he finished most of it by inertia and was about to turn the page. Two knocks on the door suddenly came to the door. sound.

The entire examination room followed.

Yu Sheng's ears didn't hear the things outside the window, unmoved, holding the mouse, and continued to concentrate on the lower Mongolia.

The knocker did not show up, and whispered to the invigilator at the door.

I can't hear the content. The low voice that is especially rare at this age makes the empty corridors together. It's as thick as a microphone directly inserted into the hand, and a high-quality subwoofer sound is connected.

Many little girls couldn't help but put down their pens and quietly glanced out at them.

Yu Sheng was troubled by this, rubbing his ears vigorously, pinching his heartbeat to count the time, and hitting the next option sooner or later.

The invigilator looked back at the examination room, as if something was a bit tangled, and he raised his head and talked softly with the person outside.

The tone is very polite, there is a discussion, there is no serious stereotype at the time of proctoring.

The people outside insisted and whispered a few words, but still did not leave.

After answering the question for two hours, it was the easiest time to slack and tired. The entire examination room was attracted by the incident at the door, and one by one couldn't help but look at the lively probe. Only Yu Sheng was still immersed in the wit and bravery of the system and launched a charge towards the last three hundred questions.

The negotiations at the door finally yielded vague results.

The invigilator looked back and made a dilemma, opening the door slightly.

A bit of the black shirt came out.

...

The rare sight was unobstructed under the camera and immediately caught the attention of the director of the education department in the monitoring room.

It is undoubtedly the ordinary director who can read the game ID of the disciplinary student frankly on the whole school broadcast. In all the examination rooms of the third middle school, the horn suddenly sounded twice, and the majestic voice of the director of the Education Department rang.

"Examination Room No. 10 on the third floor of the high school and the seventh floor of the third floor of the high school-yes, the parents of the students carrying the porridge, go inside and out of the door."

The director of the Education Department is not used to the parents of students who have to deliver meals even to the children's lips. They have always believed that the current student clothes come to reach out to open their mouths, and they can't be beaten. They are all so spoiled.

Surveillance and loudspeaker installation are used as a deterrent. The director of the Education Department tapped on the microphone and said with a long-term focus: "Now it's exam time, and spoiling must be done so as not to disturb normal teaching activities. Take your children in a hurry Outsiders are not allowed to enter the examination room, you know?"

The author has something to say: Brother Sheng: I heard that someone would spoil me :)