Don’t Talk To Me!

It didn't take long for the English teacher who was guessed by class 7 students to be missing arms or broken legs for a long time, and they went into the classroom door safely together with their brother Sheng.

Do not know why, Duan Lei also felt that their brother Sheng seemed a little red.

"It may be the reason for the light." Yao Qiang also felt the same, opened the curtains and looked at the red burning clouds outside. "You see, today's clouds are not like scrambled eggs with tomatoes in our school cafeteria."

Hearing this analogy, the class committee of their class couldn't help but interject: "Can you be a little bit successful?"

"No." Yao Qiang rubbed his stomach. "The meals in the cafeteria can't feed me. Today, my aunt's hands were shaking and I thought I had hallucinations."

The canteen has an unshakable position in the hearts of the three middle school students of all dynasties, and every aunt in the canteen can shake the spoon out of the image.

Let’s just forget the meat dishes, there is no meat anyway, a spoonful of scrambled eggs with tomatoes can shake off half a spoon of eggs, and finally all the sweet and sour tomatoes are on the plate.

A piece of red glowing, if you can find a piece of egg, you have to take out your mobile phone and take a group photo to commemorate the circle of friends. The following group of people lined up and scrambled to rub the European spirit.

Therefore, the sports games of the Third Middle School have always been extremely lively and able to gather students. In fact, it is not only because they are high schools that favor sports and arts, but also because there are athletes’ meals in the cafeteria of the sports games.

The window has a special person record, as long as you can make a copy with the number cloth of the competition, there are dishes and meat, rice is unlimited, and you can hold it after eating.

Although it is actually the level of a lunch box for ten dollars in the back street, the fact that the meal with meat can be eaten from the school canteen still mobilized the enthusiasm of the students indefinitely.

"Athletes will have someone to help them when they have a meal. You don’t have to go by yourself. Everyone remembers to bring the equipment together. Those who play games with mobile phones put a photo of learning materials on the lock screen. The more complicated the better, remember to bring a pack book cover."

The life committee member read the matters needing attention to everyone, carrying a bag of blank number cloth and looking for Yu Sheng to help: "Brother Sheng, you have nice characters, can you help write this?"

Yu Sheng nodded and took the roster with the bib.

Jin Linkun also wanted to help, and asked for a black marker: "I write a little?"

The question about "families let not let in" actually failed to get a clear answer.

Yu Sheng almost threw him out because of the itchy warm air around his ears, and because it was too dangerous to handle people directly in the stairwell, he directly took him all the way back to the classroom.

"Why don't I borrow a uniform from the third middle school."

Jin Linkun nudged the standard block letters, neatly copied the name down the roster, and whispered to him: "I found that as long as I don't wear a shirt, they won't find me..."

Yu Sheng wrote two strokes and raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "No."

Before Jin Linkun spoke again, he had bowed his head again, finished writing the number cloth in his hand, and folded it on the table: "I'll pick you up and get in."

Jin Linkun's eyes were bright, and he couldn't help holding the corner of his lips. He touched with his left hand and wanted to take a hand with him: "Then I will sit with you?"

The provincial demonstration sports meeting was very troublesome. Jin Linkun participated twice and vaguely remembered to ask: "Do you have a spiritual civilization competition, do you need to wear a hat? White gloves? What equipment is needed, I will prepare in advance as required..."

The warm body temperature came close, Yu Sheng pressed the corner of his mouth, still couldn't hold back the arc, and took a marker and drew a watch on his wrist.

Jin Linkun: "..."

Yu Sheng took a closer look and added a second hand: "OK."

On the side, Duan Lei, who watched two big men with more than seven hundred percent: "..."

"Come here, the class cadres come to gather, and the class representatives are also counted."

After learning that Yu Sheng agreed to lead the exercise, he quietly slipped into the class from the back door and was carefully deploying the preparations before the sports meeting: "Half of the people followed the life committee to buy tonight, and the rest will come with me to the audience tomorrow. Location. The place where the six classes of grandchildren robbed us, this time must not let them succeed..."

The so-called auditorium is actually a circle of concrete steps beside the playground. Because the surrounding building environment is different, the location of the awning or the baffle banner will attract many people to covet.

At every sports meeting, the use of moisture-proof pads and plastic ropes to draw a shaded position has become the main content of the cadres of each class.

"Looking back at that year, at the high school games, we still occupied the position at seven in the morning."

The first year of the school committee and the class leader took a class, holding notes to mark the time, while feeling: "Time flies, the years are like a shuttle, but fortunately our high school is only three years."

The sports commission just set the alarm clock and looked up blankly: "Why is it only three years?"

"Because in the second year of high school, we became six in the morning."

On the other side, the life committee member who was in the same class as the class leader added a broom and patted the shoulders of the sports committee: "According to the arithmetic sequence, if you just repeat one year and the class leader also repeats one year, then you will be in the early morning At four o'clock to the auditorium. If you happen to repeat it for five years, the monitor may take you to the ground to play on the ground..."

When the words fell, the life committee was chased by the sports committee and the squad leader.

"Yuck, bad luck, bad luck."

The life committee also remembered that they had reached the third year of high school. They raised their hands and solemnly changed their words: "I am willing to not eat mangoes for one year. I will change the class leader and the sports committee. I will go to the school I want to go to.

The Sports Committee was satisfied, just sitting back, the squad leader rushed over to continue beating him: "Fart, you are allergic to mango, you can't eat mango!"

The life committee member was strangled by the neck, fluttering his arms, and changed his voice again from the good: "I am willing to eat grapes for a year without spitting grape skin..."

...

Usually come directly to give lectures, and today it is estimated that no one can listen. Jin Linkun wrote while listening to the class seven students making trouble, and couldn't help but gently touched the back of Yu Sheng's hand: "Your class has always been so fun?"

There were many people in the class, and Yu Sheng regained his consciousness, grasping the hand with conditioned reflex, and pressed it into the tabletop with one hand: "Less use your hands."

Jin Linkun was firmly grasped by his hand and twitched back twice without twitching.

...

The meaning of their children's "less use of manual feet" may be to let him hold hands honestly and not to withdraw them.

"Do not move."

Jin Linkun nodded in coordination, stayed hand in hand with him in the table for a while, his shoulders leaned over: "What do you compare?"

Before I had been thinking about things, I didn't listen to the people chatting, and Yu Sheng slowed down before he realized what he was asking: "Javelin."

Jin Linkun: "..."

Before asking, he actually thought about how likely it is.

For example, in high jumps and long jumps, he can help get a dress and take a photo at the right time.

For example, tug-of-war, he can help shake the flag and shout a sign.

For example, three kilometers, he can go to accompany the run, help hand a water, give Yu Sheng a warm hug at the finish line.

"……friend."

Jin Linkun cleared his throat: "In your project, I don't seem to be able to find a place where it can exist."

Yu Sheng glanced at him and couldn't help but pull the corner of his mouth: "No need."

Probably because he was too lost, Yu Sheng sat in the evening glow like scrambled eggs with tomatoes, held his hand gently, and rubbed a sugar into his palm.

"No need."

The young man carried the light, as if he had just digested the word completely, patting his palm in the heart of the desk through a piece of sugar, the curvature of the corner of his mouth was brought close to the sun by the sunlight: "Family, you will see when you look up Now."

...

Jin Linkun felt that it was wrong for Yu Sheng to say that he was provocative.

Obviously, every time their children licked him, they almost killed him.

Fortunately, both of them were sitting close to the window, and everyone chatted and lively until the heartbeat slowly dropped and nothing was noticed.

The palms overlap, no one wants to take it away first, and soften the hard toffee a lot.

When the thought in Jin Linkun's mind ran into whether the milk was saccharified or not, it would happen that their class committee had bumped into one side, and it was in the corner of the Sheng table: "Brother Sheng, this is the case. Everyone is discussing your opening ceremony. What to wear when holding a card..."

Sending propositions one after another, the sports commission was forcibly kidnapped by a group of people, "Is there a difference between death once and death twice" theory, and a few obedience majority were thrown out again.

The Sports Committee came with closed eyes, and after quitting, I felt that the small piece of atmosphere by the window was a bit wrong.

He opened his mouth and looked at the two people in front of him: "Sheng, Brother Sheng, you--"

"It's okay." Jin Linkun calmly took out the piece of sugar and peeled the sugar paper into his mouth. "He threw the javelin, and we were practicing grip strength."

With reasonable grounds, the Sports Commission believed.

The Third Middle School Games do not have so many requirements, nor do they judge any spiritual civilization class. In order to make the photos of the opening ceremony more magnificent, the school uniforms are required to be worn uniformly except for the signage when walking in the queue. The school does not make uniform restrictions on what to wear and what to wear for the next four days.

As the only part that can show the personality of each class, the thing that the students who hold the sign wear is very important.

"It's better to be more eye-catching, stand alone, and be out of the ordinary."

The squad leader drew a pen and meditated with suggestions: "It can reflect the lively, enthusiastic and sunny side of contemporary middle school life."

The seven classmates were silent, staring at him in a complicated mood to keep silent.

"Although I think I might die, I still want to ask." Yao Qiang trembling and raised his hand. "Squad leader, do you know that our class is holding the card?"

The squad leader was very happy: "I know."

A good person is so crazy, Yao Qiang looked at him unbearably: "Do you think there is a sentence that you can make up of "xxx's Sheng brother" in these words?"

"..."

The squad leader stunned under Sheng's cold eyes, regained consciousness, and quickly changed the page guide: "Reflecting the chic, cruel, and generous attitude of contemporary middle school students, not killing people..."

Jin Linkun contained that piece of sugar and chewed it twice. His thoughts stopped on the set of adjectives in front of him. A picture that had passed for a long time suddenly appeared in his mind.

He was still copying the bib number in his hand, just copying the name of the child. The word "Yu Sheng" was written carefully in one stroke, and the subconscious spoke: "I think—"

The eyes of class seven students were all bright, and they all looked at them together.

Under the gaze of the whole class, their English substitute teacher coughed and raised the pen in his hand to meet Yu Sheng's ruthless and murderous gaze: "I think... sportswear is very suitable."

The author has something to say: Kunshen: No, no, what little dinosaur, I don’t know.