Don’t Talk To Me!

Yu Sheng frowned and raised his head briefly from the battle with the system.

The black shirt was stuck in the doorway, carrying two cups of porridge in his hand. The slack slack frame was rarely distracted by Tian Jiang's name. He was looking up at the loud speaker.

Under everyone's attention, the black shirt tilted his head for a while, looked away, crossed the planes with the question of "Is your school usually the same as usual?", and looked directly at Yu sitting in the last row Sheng.

Yu Sheng: "..."

Duan Lei sat on the side, leaned out his head, and looked carefully.

He was a little myopic. It was too far away from here. I couldn’t see the exact appearance of the people at the door. I only knew that the width of the shoulders and legs were 1.58 meters upwards. A black shirt with an elite atmosphere in the workplace.

If it weren’t for the two cups of Xiaomi porridge from the Nanmenwai Street store in the congee, it is estimated that they could be more elite.

In any case, this existence, even if it only seems, is obviously not a class with their group of high school students who are wearing school uniforms and running through the corridors.

Duan Lei looked at the door to see Yu Sheng, swallowed and spit, carefully worded: "Brother Sheng, your father... so young?"

Yu Sheng greeted the black shirt and took a deep breath without expression.

The tortured mouse finally snapped overwhelmed and broke.

Two minutes later, Yu Sheng put two band-aids on his hands, standing exhausted in the empty corridor.

The mouse is broken and needs to be replaced with a new one. That camera can't be used now. Under the perseverance and perseverance of the director of the Education Department to read it again without moving, Yu Sheng still swallowed a bite of blood and closed his eyes and exited the examination room.

The black shirt was shocked and withdrew, carrying two glasses of porridge and standing outside waiting for him.

Probably, he didn't expect things to be so big, he saw Yu Sheng, opened his mouth, and coughed hardly: "That--"

Yu Sheng's hair is written with indifference: "Dad?"

Black shirt: "..."

It seems that there is no way to chat here this day.

Yu Sheng glanced at him, saw the two cups of porridge, closed his eyes, and pressed the irritable temper straight to the top of the forehead: "My stomach pain has nothing to do with you."

The black shirt froze slightly, raising his eyebrows.

"You don't need--"

Yu Sheng opened his mouth, and felt that it was a bit too self-conscious to talk inexplicably. After half a sentence, he swallowed it back again, and said coldly: "I'll have a stomachache when I'm hungry. Don't get me wrong. Pancakes."

The black shirt opened his mouth, not holding back, and chuckled.

Yu Sheng was angry when he saw him laughing, and the words were clear. He turned to return to the examination room, but his arms were gently pulled by him.

Before waiting for his attack, one hand was pressed against the top of his head, and he patted twice slowly, and two heavy millet porridges fell into his arms: "Obey."

Yu Sheng was slightly stiff.

He hasn't heard the word in a long time.

The deep, mellow voice seemed to shake out of the chest, and the tail sound concealed a little lazy and casual temper.

The hand on the top of the head was warm and dry, and a little temperature fell through the hair top, mixed with black tea fragrance that did not know where. The millet porridge is still a little hot, and it is attached to the stomach through the clothes, and the pain in the stomach is pulled down inexplicably.

Yu Sheng held those two cups of millet porridge and shook his mind briefly.

Without waiting for him to throw the porridge back, the black shirt had withdrawn his hand and promptly withdrew the shortest radius he could shoot.

Yu Sheng felt that he was not a very violent person. He changed the porridge into his hands and glanced at him angrily: "I tried it, I didn't plan to do it with you."

The black shirt was inexplicably promoted by the director of the Education Department, respecting the role, still standing cautiously away from him one meter away, nodding comfortably: "Good boy."

Yu Sheng: "..."

After the exam, you can probably get an appointment.

Do it directly, fight that kind of death.

The invigilator walked back and forth a few times, and his mouse had changed.

Yu Sheng didn't want to devote his precious time in the afternoon to such a meaningless waste of life. He rubbed his temple and went back to continue to brush questions. His eyes swept back and recovered the black shirt that was lazy in the corridor before, but the footsteps Involuntarily paused.

Nanmenwai Street is not too far from here. You can try to cross the wall and run out to buy two cups of porridge. Even if Yu Sheng has never been a target for failing, he has never seen such a free operation.

Especially the other party looks like a good student.

Yu Sheng's own results have always been stable under the pass line, but he always respects the efforts of students with good results. The few students in the third high school who study hard are only covered by him, so they have a room to concentrate on learning.

Yu Sheng looked at the time, and then looked at the people who were still leisurely leaning in the corridor. They couldn't help but frowned: "Don't you take the exam?"

"test."

The black shirt rubbed his forehead: "The system is too perverted. I have to answer again as soon as I can. I can't stand it anymore.

Yu Sheng's eyes widened in surprise.

It is actually a scum.

Just looking at his face, he really did not expect that the other party would have the same troubles as him.

Probably the problem was too much collapsed. Suddenly someone stood on the same line with himself. Yu Sheng was inexplicably irritated, and the original anger also disappeared. "

"Thirteen times."

The black shirt sighed slightly, noticed the word "Ye" he used, and raised his eyebrows a bit unexpectedly, "Friend, are you so stuck?"

"Thirteen times you don't look for skills..."

Yu Sheng had no choice but to teach him the experience: "Just pinch the pulse to answer the question. One question with six heartbeats just happens not to be stopped, but you can still spend time."

In order not to give candidates a clear concept of time, the question bank is displayed in full screen, and there is no place for countdown. Yu Sheng tried to look at the table of the examination room, who knew that the **** silent quartz clock's second hand was rotating at a constant speed, and it was impossible to pinch where the five seconds were.

Having completely overturned the previous speculation about the black shirt, Yu Sheng glanced at him and rolled up his sleeves: "Do you feel the pulse?"

The teenager hasn't started to draw a formal strip yet, his bones are thin, and his thin wrists are exposed from the cuffs.

I can't see the neat force when beating people.

The black shirt raised his eyebrows.

He looked at the teenager in front of him, his narrow eyes hidden behind the lens, and he bent a little bit with interest.

"will not."

He moved closer, Xuan's broad shoulders leaned down, and he took the initiative to reach out, his voice low: "You teach me?"

Yu Sheng: "..."

This person always has the ability to re-remind himself how much he owes when he just doesn't want to beat him.

Just seven times after being stuck by the system, Yu Sheng looked at the warrior who had not seen the card out 13 times in front of him, adjusted his mind, pulled his wrist, grabbed the other hand and pointed it up:" Are you looking for it?"

The boy's hands were slender, his bones were clear, his knuckles and palm skin were touching, and he quickly dyed each other's temperature.

The black shirt frowned, raising his eyes: "Why are your hands so cold?"

Yu Sheng took a deep breath.

Teach him to brush questions and time, he will not take the pulse, teach him to find the pulse, but still think his hands are cold.

This person really owes a certain degree to be able to live to the present, is really a miracle created by this face.

Once again silently thinking that the other party was stuck 13 full times, Yu Sheng ignored his words, pressed down with his **** and asked a word: "Find, write, no, yes?"

Aware of the immense murderous intention of the teenager on the verge of explosion, the black shirt nodded in time, concisely: "I found it."

Yu Shenggong retreated, shook his hand away, and turned back to the classroom.

Three hours passed by one minute and one second.

Almost solemnly finished the answer to the last question, Yu Sheng submitted it, threw away the mouse, and threw himself back into the chair.

The bell at the end of the morning rang.

The students, who were almost torn by the overwhelming amount of questions, immediately flowed out of the examination rooms.

The third middle school, familiar with the terrain, went straight to the canteen, like a locust crossing. The provincial key students who came to the exam had classrooms specially arranged for lunch breaks, and most of them brought lunch, and were filling their stomachs while discussing the exam questions today.

The question bank does not prohibit skipping answers, nor does it limit the order in which questions are answered. Many people tried to memorize the answers and compare them. Only when they met each other did they find that the order of the questions was different. In addition, the amount of questions was too large and the knowledge points were too scattered. In the afternoon, review notes for several subjects.

Yu Sheng didn't squeeze with the big troops, he was paralyzed in his chair, and he swam back intently and blood.

"Brother Sheng, brother Sheng?"

Duan Lei took the schoolbag in the past and helped him bring the clothes back together: "Does your stomach still hurt? Do you need to rest for a while? I will buy some for you?"

Yu Sheng rubbed his wrist and shook his head: "No, it's all over."

He got up, glanced at the two empty cups of millet porridge, he paused, took them together, and threw them into the trash.

He actually doesn't like porridge at all. He always thinks that soup and water are not addictive. It is better to eat rice noodles and steamed buns.

But today's millet porridge is really well stewed, soft and sweet, and put a lot of red dates. He bit the straw while answering the question, and unknowingly finished both cups of porridge.

When there is something in his stomach, he doesn't feel pain. Yu Sheng rubs his sour eyes staring at the screen and puts on his jacket: "Go, let's eat."

"Good-Brother Sheng, you're finished so soon?"

Duan Lei hurried to follow up: "I really broke down in the back, and I wanted to be blinded by the feeling. As a result, neither fast nor slow, nor even a number, I went back and asked questions honestly.

He was a little discouraged and rubbed his hair: "I guess at my speed, I won't be able to answer even one day today..."

Yu Sheng walked down in his school uniform and heard his words, then suddenly he had a meal.

Duan Lei stopped blankly: "What's wrong... Forgot something?"

"..."

Yu Sheng had a headache, closed his eyes, and pressed his temple hard: "It's fine."

Of course, it is possible to answer a thousand questions.

Of course, the question bank system can't force people to stay, and you can blow up the computer without answering all the questions.

…So why didn’t he sleep all morning and submit the papers directly if he couldn’t answer the question? He had to honestly finish all 1,000 questions?