Don’t Talk To Me!

Jin Linkun was actually quite prepared.

For example, they were slapped on the face by their children or thrown out of the cinema directly.

But after eating the popcorn, Yu Sheng didn't move.

The palm was clean and slender, and his fingers curled up a little unnaturally and folded on his palm.

Then suddenly snapped over.

The attendance rate on weekdays was not high. They bought the last row deliberately. The seats in the nearby corners were all vacant. No one noticed them.

There is no sign of the past.

Jin Linkun's heartbeat was sluggish, and he had no time to raise his hands and hug people before entering the climax of the film rhythm.

The young man's shoulders were slightly stretched, and his palms were a little cooler than usual. The tide held his hand firmly.

Yu Sheng is particularly nervous every time at this time, and the requirements are still very strict. The person being kissed is even more nervous than him.

...

Jin Linkun felt that he could perfectly meet this requirement.

Every time a child from their family took the initiative to kiss him, he felt his heart beating fast.

The armrest in the middle could not be retracted, Jin Linkun moved his arm without trace, and paddled a handful of armrest for him.

The tilted chest and shoulders were tenacious, and his heartbeat clearly passed through his chest, and it landed on his arm.

The soundtrack of the movie gradually climaxes, and the change of light and shadow becomes more intense. Yu Sheng pressed his lips and called him softly: "Kun God."

The young man's tone was serious, and his clear voice was lowered, leaving only a soft tone.

Jin Linkun unconsciously took a breath.

Yu Sheng held the corner of his mouth, stopped talking, and pulled his cuff closer to him.

The cinema was dark, and the projector was buzzing not far behind.

The light fell far on the screen, reflecting the flying dust, and cast a gentle light path.

The boy's eyes were bright, facing the falling light, like a splendid galaxy.

...

"This is a pretty good development!"

Liang Yifan thought that the story was completely okay here, and was a little puzzled: "So why would it become the two of them to brush the movie three times again?!"

"I failed to persevere during the three brushes, I don't know what happened later."

Recently, after finishing a wave of preliminary competitions, Cen Rui, who rushed over to **** for the whole time and has been sitting in the corner of the cinema, handling accidents, held his chin and thought carefully: "The second brush was probably because the two of them kissed the scene. Brother didn't see it."

Yu Sheng is very strict in watching movies. Either he doesn’t watch the whole movie carefully. After watching it, he can’t leave a molded impression in his mind.

Because the film theme chosen by the two was not so suitable, Jin Linkun did not expect this unexpected situation to happen.

...

But when the children seriously watched the movie seriously, the bright profile outlined by the light and shadow was really beautiful.

It's so pretty that I can't help but want to post it and kiss it.

Yu Sheng endured him for three games, and finally in the fourth game he simply put people on the massage chairs in the waiting area outside the theater and bought his own ticket into the cinema.

Liang Yifan sighed with emotion: "The world is terrible."

Cen Rui: "Whoever hears the sorrow sees tears."

Xia Junhua's note: "So this story tells us that if we are in love, we should not disturb her all the way, should we finish watching a picture together?"

"..."

The group video of the summer camp was quiet for a brief moment. Liang Yifan patted his shoulder in a virtual way across the screen and nodded kindly: "Yes."

It was midnight to brush the movie, and the next day Yu Sheng made an exception and lay on the table, making up for two lessons.

Basically, there is no loss of basic knowledge in his papers. Teachers in various subjects default what he should do. The history teacher, who always has a loud voice, did not pay attention to the volume, and was quietly raised his hand by the representative of his own class, saying that the flu is prevalent recently. In order to protect the voices of teachers in various subjects, everyone is willing to be quieter during the class.

Under the **** of the entire seven classes of love, Yu Shengshun slept smoothly for two classes.

Then in the second big class, when I added milk biscuits, I took over the list of radio exercises performed by the sports committee with breathless hands.

...

"You help me watch a little." The sports committee held its breath and gestured to other people without any traces. "Notify me of any life threatening immediately."

After all, Yu Sheng’s seat is near the window. Although everyone is usually a good brother, the Sports Committee is still worried that his brother Sheng will suddenly turn and throw him out of the window with one hand like a schoolbag.

The complex emotions of Class 7's love and awe mixed with awe aroused the curiosity of many outsiders. The Sports Committee of the next class saw that the Sports Committee of Class 7 began praying from the morning exercises and couldn't help but ask him: "You don't like you very much Brother Ben, why are you so afraid of him?"

"It's different." The Seventh Class Sports Committee is very serious. "Do you love your father?"

The committee next door was at a loss: "Love, does it matter?"

The Seventh Class Sports Committee patted his head: "Do you dare to let him go to the stage in a straw skirt and twist his buttocks?"

The vivid image metaphor immediately made a group of sports students feel a sense of excitement, and invariably moved away from the seven class sports committees that seemed to have died early.

The squad leader clenched his teeth for three days, and the burden fell on the sports committee. Stretching out his head and shrinking his head is also the same. After making a comprehensive account and carefully arranging the distribution of various properties behind him, such as the English exercise book, he finally found the courage and handed over the registration form.

As a result, he didn't know whether he was awake or awake but didn't read clearly. He glanced at the list and said plainly: "OK."

The sports committee was shocked in an instant: "..."

Although the leader does not need to dance in a straw skirt or twist his buttocks, Sanzhong is a school with a long history and a very weak sense of innovation, cherish traditions, and not keeping pace with the times.

Until now, the bell is still a piercing old hammer hitting the iron piece, and the ringtone of the static school is still the kind of Saxophone's "Going Home".

...

In other words, their broadcast exercises so far are still the famous "Time is calling" that has dominated a generation.

As soon as you come up, you have to do something like "the sea is water", which includes the mysterious punching kick, air breaststroke and zombie jump. It is completely impossible to understand the set of "Call of the Times".

Although the original intention was to persuade Sheng to agree to lead, but the other party agreed to be too fast, but instead made the Sports Committee a little overwhelmed: "Brother Sheng, did you see it? The top row..."

"Saw." Yu Sheng nodded. "I'm in charge."

Sports Committee: "..."

"What should I do." The boy on the side looked at Sheng Ge who wore a significantly larger coat, drank milk and biscuits, and took Duan Lei's shoulder a little sadly. "I think our Sheng Ge seems to be It's a little bit different from before."

Duan Lei took off his glasses, took a paper towel and wiped it twice, and put it back: "Look carefully."

The boy was even more worried: "It's over, our brother Sheng seems to be very different from before."

In the end, Lao He solved the confusion for the students.

The third lesson was a Chinese lesson. Laohe came five minutes in advance and found that the students were all leaning against the window, and also curiously leaning in with the computer.

Then I followed a group of people for a while: "Student Yu Sheng, will you do our set of exercises?"

In the brief silence of the seven shifts, Yu Sheng put down the milk carton and shook his head.

When I first came to No. 3 Middle School, no one dared to do exercises with him, so he was given a weekly quota without exercise. The main job was to use the time of class exercises to check the hygiene of various classes.

Later, the class was re-allocated, and the quota was not recovered, so it was always attached to the Education Department.

Yu Sheng was too lazy to scrutinize. Basically, he filled in a score of 9.8 and 9.9 every week. During the class, he had to make up for it in the classroom, or go over the wall to get a breath.

In the past two years, he has never carefully looked at what should happen to the classroom exercises every day.

Lao He had expected this situation long ago, and turned on the computer without any hassle.

...

After watching Lao He's "Second Set of Radio Gymnastics for Middle School Students: Demonstration of Mirror Calling in the Times" broadcasted during class time, the whole class could not speak for a long time, watching them bravely, holding their foreheads with bare hands. I pinched a 2B pencil that had been coated.

"Courage to take is a good quality."

Lao He smiled and added: "Student Yu Sheng has a strong sense of collective honor. He stood up when the class needed it, which just fits in the "time when he is defeated, he is ordered to be in danger"-here is the focus , Students, remember, this article is our must-have content..."

Watching the head teacher skillfully demonstrate what it means to go upstairs and pull the ladder, the students in Class 7 quickly lowered their heads, turned the notebook into a rattle, and immersed themselves in it.

"Seriously." Yao Qiang couldn't help but lowered his voice to communicate with Duan Lei. "Although I do this set of exercises every day, I didn't expect it to look so neurotic..."

Duan Lei looked ahead and sat abnormally: "Don't talk in class."

The two have always been good partners for secretly passing snacks in class. Yao Qiang was a little stunned: "When did you get so obedient?"

Life is at stake, Duan Lei looks cold and cold, and does not move: "Look at me to the left and count the pencil that has broken into several paragraphs."

Yao Qiang: "..."

Then I realized what I wanted to get. Yu Sheng sat by the window, and the low air pressure on his head circulated until the compulsory English tutor came to speak the paper.

Jin Linkun probably understood the situation, put down the lesson plan, and sat among the students: "Do I have to do this set of exercises?"

"It's not that, no one else will."

The Sports Committee touched the back of the head: "What we have been doing is this set... Which set does the provincial model do? Can we learn?"

Jin Linkun smiled a little apologetically: "We're running."

The topic has once again reached an impasse.

There will be a sports meeting tomorrow, and tonight's self-study has no one thinking about it. The teachers returned to the office in tacit agreement. Several classes next door were fortunately not drawn into performing radio exercises. They all had noisy movies and chat days, brewing an atmosphere for the next five days of sports.

Jin Linkun sat among the classmates and watched the demonstration video of the classroom exercises left by Yu Sheng's class teacher.

"Isn't it funny?" Yao Qiang looked blankly at the substitute teacher who was still. "Did we imagine the nature of this set of exercises to be too serious?"

The sports committee raised a glimmer of hope: "Maybe this is a Kaner. When we become a mature adult, we will not feel that this set of exercises is too boring."

The school committee pushed the glasses: "Is this hurdle so closely related to age. Then do we have to seize the time to become an adult first, maybe we can successfully accept this setting..."

Without waiting for these people to discuss the results, Yu Sheng, who had been circling in the low air pressure for an afternoon, had got up hurriedly, and took the calm and mature adult substitute teacher out of the classroom with one hand.

Yao Qiang rubbed his nose: "I just felt like a murderous scrape over the tip of my nose."

"Strong and fierce wind." The representative of the history class put away the schoolbag. "At least it's time to come."

The Sports Committee was a bit worried: "Are we going to avoid it? Will this building cease to exist for a while?"

A little dull wrestling sound came in from the corridor. Duan Lei put his hand on the pergola and propped the table along to look out: "Looking forward, our Sheng brother still hasn't been soaked by milk and cookies..."

In the stairwell, Jin Linkun hugged his boyfriend who had not been soaked with milk and cookies, and then took the back of Shun Maolu manually: "Not funny, not funny, but actually very handsome."

Yu Sheng: "Then you can't laugh for three seconds."

"..." Jin Linkun: "Poof."

Yu Sheng simply put the people out again.

"Friend, friend." Jin Linkun clasped his wrist in one hand and stuck the person on the wall in a half circle. "There is also a turnaround. We can also find a set of more normal exercises to do..."

After all, the range of good friends in the summer camp encompasses the whole province.

This man is not serious every time he fights back, either because he has the advantage of height to circle him on the wall, or he holds him with strength, but each one is close and the subwoofer is soft. He squeaked loudly and drilled into the human ear indiscriminately.

Yu Sheng didn't fail to lift him, but he didn't want to give someone a back fall here, and posted it back on the wall: "What does it have to do with you?"

It was very tough, and I couldn't see at all before asking him if he would come to the sports meeting.

Jin Linkun nuzzled his wrist, raised his eyebrows slightly, lowered his head to rub his temples: "Don't let the substitute teacher come?"

Yu Sheng pursed his lips: "Inside information, non-editors are not allowed to enter."

Broadcasting performances have been a traditional performance project over the years, and teachers have never refused to take this opportunity. Every time, they even packed the podium with the auditorium, and some even held cameras and video recorders to show mercy to classmates. Let's continue the wonderful moment.

Otherwise, Lao He wouldn't look at it like this.

There is no humanity.

He now has a headache when he thinks about the movement of the exercise. He still remembers it very clearly. When he uses his brain a little, he can make up the picture of his exercise.

Yu Sheng took a deep breath and thought carefully about whether to wear a mask or sunglasses, or simply equip both.

Jin Linkun dropped his eyes and smiled gently.

The boy's tone was unusually cold, his ears were red, and the corners of his mouth stretched straight.

Even if I was so annoyed, I didn't refuse to dance with a group of people during that stupid and unworkable class.

Even if you just look at it, your heart is too soft.

Jin Linkun looked at him, lips raised, and put on Yu Sheng's forehead: "What about the family?"

Yu Sheng was a little strange to this word, frowned, raised his head to meet his gaze.

"Family."

Jin Linkun circled him on the wall and leaned against the children's hot ears. The eyes behind the lens were bent, and he asked seriously, "Do you want to let in?"