Don’t Talk To Me!

"Squad leader."

The students in the class couldn't see the details of the corridor, and couldn't help consulting their class leader who was leaning against the door: "What happened outside?"

"Why is there a muffled sound of the body hitting the ground?"

"Kun God and the takeaway who won, did Kun God avenge our hatred for us?"

"Why are the eyes of the Sports Committee green?"

...

The squad leader turned back, faced 100,000 other classmates again, leaned out his arms and closed the back door: "Don't ask, don't look, don't be curious."

The boy on the side had already seen the entanglement between the two men, and was caught off guard. She regretted that she couldn’t do it: “Why!”

"For your sake."

Witnessing the head of the corridor scene with my own eyes, I firmly pressed the door and kindly prepared a beautiful illusion for a group of underage students: "Kun God defeated the takeaway and pulled the people out of the corridor. You smell, there is no food The aroma of it."

It is said that Kun God, who defeated the takeaway, limped and took a good-looking man with good skill and takeaway, pushed open an empty activity room, and led the person in.

Yu Sheng carried the food and found an empty table to put down: "Okay, I'm so ruthless?"

This man owes too much time to beating. He is now basically kicking twice to make appearances, ready to wait until when to save, and then start to educate people.

Although that buttock seemed to fall a bit hard, he also caught people in time.

...

He was also touched by the opponent's muddy water, and took the opportunity to stuff sugar in his mouth.

The scene was a bit confusing. The warm and soft touch of the fingertips and the sweetness of the fruit candy hardly rubbed over the lips, inexplicably blushing.

Yu Sheng's ears are still uncomfortably hot. He raised his hands and kneaded two. He chewed the sugar in his mouth and swallowed it.

Jin Linkun just limped and moved two chairs. After hearing the words, he touched the tip of his nose and returned to normal: "I'm used to it, you didn't say I didn't pay attention..."

"..."

Jin Linkun coughed slightly as soon as he touched the child's mouth, trying to explain: "Friend, I think I can--"

"No need to explain."

Yu Sheng opened the plastic bag on the outside of the lunch box, turned over the chopsticks and threw it over: "I will remember to focus on next time."

Jin Linkun has a lot of problems. He has to watch his cell phone while eating.

After pulling the meat under his chopsticks for three times, Yu Sheng finally lost patience and pulled his mobile phone out of the table to buckle on the table: "What's so beautiful?"

"Memo." Jin Linkun was sincere and turned over his phone to show him. "I remember a possible beating situation. Try to avoid it."

Yu Sheng: "..."

This person's mobile phone actually recorded in detail all kinds of possible beatings.

And it has actually saved several pages.

Yu Sheng put the phone back: "Then you add one more item."

Jin Linkun is sensitive and studious, picking up his phone: "What?"

Yu Sheng: "By looking at the memo to avoid being beaten."

...

The taste of the food is really good. It is worthy of skipping the class to rank the back street unnamed overlord. Although it was a little cooler to carry it all the way, it did not affect the taste at all.

Yu Sheng was recently held by Jin Linkun to eat together, and the time for the three meals became more and more regular. At this time, he was indeed hungry, and he took a few bites.

Jin Linkun put the milk in the straw and passed it, and Yu Sheng took it.

The milk box is too small, the fingers of the two are stacked together, and there is no separation after two seconds.

The stickers are a bit firm, gradually getting the temperature of each other.

Yu Sheng took the milk twice, seeing that he didn't mean to let go, he couldn't help raising his head: "Not for me?"

"...Yes." Jin Linkun woke up and handed over the milk. "Drink more milk."

He just suddenly realized that Yu Sheng should not come to him at this time.

Of the two, Yu Sheng, a school-hegemon who has heard of not only the third middle school, but also many of the key people in the province, is actually the one who abides by the school rules.

On several occasions, it was too late for lunch delivery. Jin Linkun asked the teacher for leave and did not go to the last 15 minutes for self-study. But as long as Yu Sheng did not encounter any special circumstances, he would not be late or leave early.

...

But the children seemed to have no meaning to explain to him.

Jin Linkun ate two meals and suddenly remembered another thing. He took out a charging treasure from his jacket pocket and handed it over: "Is the phone dead?"

"Ah." Yu Sheng remembered, put down the chopsticks and turned over the phone.

In fact, he doesn't really like chatting. It is the habit of carrying a mobile phone with him all these years. Charging and replying to messages is simply a small red light that can't stand the low battery of the mobile phone and the red circle with numbers reminded by the message.

I have been chatting a lot recently, but I still share the faults I developed in two schools with Jin Linkun.

Jin Linkun has also been serious in class recently, and there is still more than half of the battery power left. Yu Sheng took it, connected the power cord to the phone, and restarted after a while.

The first thing that jumped out was Jin Linkun's message to him, asking him to choose whether to eat sweet and sour pork tenderloin or dry beans at noon today.

Yu Sheng raised his eyebrows, put down his phone and looked up, facing the slightly curved eyes of the person opposite.

Ignoring this naive person at home, Yu Sheng put down his mobile phone with frowning eyes, but still did not hold back, and his mouth raised.

This inexplicable little tacit understanding sometimes makes people feel good enough.

"I was still thinking about whether to go ahead and take a seat."

Jin Linkun put a piece of tenderloin into his bowl and raised his hand to rub the children's hair: "I didn't expect their family to hire a handsome thief takeaway boy in advance."

Yu Sheng opened his mouth and wanted to take care of him, but the force rubbed on his head was too comfortable. The whole person relaxed for no reason, and put the sweet and sour pork in his mouth: "How handsome?"

Jin Linkun: "..."

Unexpectedly, when this man still has a jam, Yu Sheng raised his eyebrows and looked at him with sweet and sour tenderloin.

The boy's eyebrows were soft and clean, diluting the coldness in his pupils to the greatest extent.

It doesn't feel the same in peacetime, it's relaxed, and it seems a bit lazy, chewing something quietly under his palm.

The cheek on the right bulged a little, and it looked soft.

"……friend."

At that time, Jin Linkun, who had passed the 140 Chinese language simulation test and took the first place in the city's joint examination, was suddenly a little poor. He opened his mouth and coughed: "Suddenly it is a foul to change the routine."

Yu Sheng did not immediately respond: "What is the routine?"

Jin Linkun's throat knot moved slightly and explained to him in detail: "Beating me."

...

Yu Sheng feels that if there is an extra domestic violence in their family problems in the future, the problem may not necessarily be their own.

A meal with a chat, eat for half an hour.

Yu Sheng put down his chopsticks and glanced at Jin Linkun who was still trying to make a draft to praise how handsome he was. He couldn't help but stop: "OK, I don't want to listen."

Jin Linkun said very well: "It's okay, I will read it to you when you are asleep."

He said very seriously. He quickly knocked down the last few words with his fingertips, looked up at Yu Sheng, and the eyes behind the lens were bent again.

Yu Sheng was originally prepared to bow his head, and then looked up subconsciously.

The person in front of him is obviously a cold and lazy Sven look, but because the smile is too warm and soft, the whole person seems to be true for several degrees.

In fact, he was not very skeptical. With Jin Linkun's mobility, he might be waiting for him to fall asleep tonight. This person would really stay by the bed and seriously write a 800-character character description for himself.

...

terrible.

Yu Sheng thought about the picture and couldn't help shivering, confiscating his phone in time.

Jin Linkun also has a little regret: "I just thought of a particularly suitable sentence."

"Keep the exam." Yu Sheng patted his arm. "What time do you have class in the afternoon?"

He just wanted to come to Jin Linkun for a meal. Once he had eaten, there was nothing else. He tidied up the table, wiped the table clean, and put the garbage in a plastic bag, ready to take it out and throw it away.

Jin Linkun was very reluctant to leave immediately: "I have more than an hour to go to my classroom for a while?"

When Yu Sheng remembered his experience in the corridor just now, he didn't really want to go to that classroom.

Jin Linkun thought about it, and put sugar on the edge of the pit for the children: "The information we just sent today, the mathematical simulation volume, the question type is particularly good. I wanted to make a copy for you.

...

The children couldn't hold back, picking up the sugar on tiptoe and being hugged into the pit.

Yu Sheng was sitting on Jin Linkun's seat, wearing Jin Linkun's coat, looking at the set of questions in front of him, and still didn't want to understand how he would fall to the point of being tempted to change his mind by a set of papers.

He lowered his head and wrote the answers to a few questions. He divided the dim sum and listened to Jin Linkun's happy introduction: "Yes, the summer camp, my roommate, is particularly powerful..."

Most of the people in the classroom rushed out of the classroom at the moment when the bell rang, and the remaining few people took their own meals, insisted on staying in the classroom, and continued to study every minute.

For the first time, I saw the kun **** who usually travels alone and brought people back. The school committee standing in the classroom couldn't help but be curious. Then he was pulled down by Jin Linkunchun in the weather and introduced his children .

Yu Sheng doubted that if he had kicked this person's stool in time, Jin Linkun's introduction to him might really change from "Summer Camp My Roommate" into a more terrible summary.

No one was resting in the classroom. Jin Linkun’s story was vivid and detailed, and it took a while to attract the students who lacked extracurricular life to near blankness.

...

Yu Sheng's pen turned a few circles, squeezing the open space next to the scroll, and hoping to jump to write a "Solution: Obviously" for this jump step, he tirelessly emphasized the standard problem-solving steps.

The problems of high school mathematics are actually limited. As long as there are enough questions to be brushed, the quality of the questions is high enough, and the classification is clear and meticulous. Except for the monstrous big devil province in which Ge Jun sits, it can basically cover the new curriculum standard. Questions of more than seventy.

The question of sea tactics is not wrong, the mistake is to blindly brush questions without purpose and gain. Once you have memorized enough routines, a set of moderately difficult math papers can be completed in less than 20 minutes, except for the last choice and the last two answers.

Yu Sheng has been brushing questions recently, and these things don't need to go through his brain. While filling in the answers, he unconsciously followed Jin Linkun's stand-up crosstalk.

... he didn't realize how much they actually experienced so many things in the summer camp.

Obviously, it's just over a month.

When Lao Wan sent them away, he patted their shoulders with a smile and said to them: "I hope each of you can get the strength to continue to carry weight from this time."

Yu Sheng grabbed two pens and looked at the filled papers.

Jin Linkun harvested all the listeners in the class, and finally found an occasion to play. While patiently answering questions for the curious summer camp students, he found various opportunities to praise his roommates.

Boys who are different from the youthful temperament of their peers rest on the table with one hand, do not wear school uniforms as usual, and the shirt cuffs fit on the slightly raised wrist bones.

I couldn't find any usual laziness and casualness, my body leaned forward slightly, and my expression almost let out light, and I was both serious and proud.

That kind of unabashed, proud pride.

Just like all your progress and gains, all the joy of being a step forward, there is a person who is happy with you, proud of you without reservation, and seriously think that you are the best.

Yu Sheng couldn't resist picking the corner of his mouth, buried his head again, and continued to solve the following problems.

Jin Linkun finally got out of a group of school tyrants with a strong interest in college summer camps. When he returned to the seat, the children had already finished the set of papers early.

And because he didn't come back for a long time, he played with his cell phone boringly for a while, and took a nap while holding the cell phone under the effect of food difficulties.

Jin Linkun also brought school uniforms to school, but generally did not wear them. He chose shapes in various shirts all year round, which led to being often greeted by various new students as teachers in the corridor.

Later, he felt that it might be a little out of this way, and he also tried to put a school uniform on the outside of the shirt to integrate into the group.

The result was voted by the whole class that morning, rejecting this too ordinary shape.

"Not chic enough." The reason given by the students was very straightforward. "Without a shirt, you can't express your temperament."

Mathematics representatives agreed: "Without a shirt, how is Kunshen different from those ordinary learners except that his face is very handsome?"

The Sports Commission added: "The photo of my worship **** is the black shirt. If I change the shape, maybe it won't work."

...

Jin Linkun once thought that these people did not accept him, but his black shirts of various styles and shapes.

But children look good in school uniforms.

Yu Sheng wears everything beautifully, and the kind of clean and pure youth that can't hide is clearly revealed.

The coat was one size bigger on him, Yu Sheng was leaning against the wall, his cheeks were half-closed by the collar raised, slightly covering the curvature of his jaw.

Jin Linkun looked for a while, sat down, and put his hand on his head against the wall.

Yu Sheng frowned, trying to open his eyes, and his eyes were covered in time: "It's okay, just sleep for a while."

Can't really come to sleep in the key class, and Yu Sheng took his wrist and broke free from his sleepiness: "How long will it take to attend class?"

The hand holding the wrist was very light, and it was more like pulling him instinctively than moving him away.

Jin Linkun looked at him and tried his best to hold back the urge to touch the head of the child, letting his voice go softly: "Forty minutes, enough sleep."

Yu Sheng was actually a little sleepy when he wrote the last few questions. He reacted a little slowly for a while, then nodded and closed his eyes again.

For students, the day of class, I feel that I can never sleep.

Perhaps it may be because the continuous high-speed operation of thinking is really hurting the brain, and you have to doze off to cool down.

Or it is because the kind of breath in Jin Linkun is so hypnotic.

Yu Sheng was leaned on his shoulders by his shoulders, lowered his eyelashes, and shrunk in a somewhat large coat.

He was still holding the phone while he was dozing off. He was about to put it down, and suddenly buzzed twice and picked it up subconsciously.

It was a text message from an unfamiliar number, very tentative, asking him where he had been and when he would come back.

Yu Sheng changed his mobile phone number before going to the summer camp. Up to now, many people's phone numbers have not been saved. They often receive text messages from various unfamiliar numbers.

It was almost the end of the month, and it was estimated which classmates had no traffic.

Duan Lei said in the morning that he was going to invite them to open a small stove in the cafeteria, and took such a terrible English class. This group of people might get angry and rub a meal.

Yu Sheng was already panicking for a while, and he knocked on the article. Reply: Provincial demonstration, no return, no need to wait for me.

You can sleep for a maximum of half an hour, and it's too late to wake up and go back to class after turning two walls.

Yu Sheng groped for an alarm clock, and tucked his phone into Jin Linkun's hand: "Looking at some news, I will answer something if there is something."

In order to be with him at the table, Jin Linkun deliberately moved over from the back row to a set of empty tables and chairs. He steadily embraced him and nodded reliably: "Relax.

Yu Sheng just closed his eyes and opened again: "I'm not allowed to turn off my alarm clock again."

...

Facing the children's eyes, Jin Linkun touched the tip of his nose and coughed away his thoughts: "... rest assured."

Yu Sheng closed his eyes again.

He leaned on Jin Linkun's shoulders and didn't use much force. He was embraced by the arm behind him and he unknowingly snuggled into the warm chest and shoulders.

Drowsiness came to the door little by little, and intangible entanglement with the uneasy warmth that could not be refused dragged people into sinking involuntarily.

Yu Sheng leaned on his shoulder and fell asleep soon.

Jin Linkun embraced him, looked down seriously and looked at his boyfriend asleep for a while, then picked up the set of math simulation.

The children's habit of doing questions has not changed since they came out of the summer camp. The neat and beautiful handwriting fills the corners, which is tidier and easier to read than the printed body. Any questions that may involve steps are marked with points for them.

Jin Linkun even worried that too Sheng Sheng had done so easily, and would help the teacher mark the points and scores in the exam room in the future.

While he was under siege to tell a story, Yu Sheng had already answered the answer, and also marked several error-prone points.

Jin Linkun took his heart away, leaned in with one hand and leaned into his arms, carefully continued to read the handwritten and corrected answers, and continued to be familiar with the problem-solving routines that can be scored on the roll.

After reading a few questions, Yu Sheng's cell phone at the table suddenly lit up.

It was the call from the unfamiliar number just now.

Jin Linkun's eyes quickly pressed mute, preparing to answer for him, and Meifeng suddenly raised his eyebrows.

...I didn't look carefully just now, but now I've found it clearly. He seems to remember this phone call.

It is the private telephone of the principal of the third middle school next door.