Don’t Talk To Me!

The substitute teacher who was forced to succumb to his ambitions and failed to present his own aesthetics was somewhat lost.

Of course, the students in Class 7 also saw that his overly obvious desire to stop, but under the control of a strong desire to survive, no one dared to come to ask in detail, solemnly watching the big student who was going to go home carrying the person. Out of the classroom door.

"Sportswear, sportswear."

The sober squad leader shook his head and raised his hands to wipe away the cold sweat: "No matter what the brain has just done, you will immediately put away your imagination."

"All I want is a shirt." The life committee member used to take the number cloth and looked up curiously. "Squad leader, what do you think?"

Squad leader: "..."

"Is the number cloth written? Come to get it, don't lose it, you have to change the meal tomorrow."

The squad leader coughed twice, and the topic turned abnormally stiffly: "Take some food tomorrow, no seat cushions, according to the law of rain in the sports meeting, bring an umbrella..."

The number cloth will be used for check-in registration tomorrow. Yu Sheng and Jin Linkun left after finishing writing. They were neatly stacked and placed on the table.

The handwriting of the two people was clean and neat, and the piles were very steep and chic. When they were taken over by the life committee, they were scrambled over by everyone.

"This is the best time my name has been written."

Yao Qiang was compulsorily reported three thousand meters, with tears in his eyes, stroking the bib number pen: "Last time, a bib number written by Brother Sheng was placed in front of me. I did not cherish it. This time I must write it down , Practice ten times a day..."

"Don't think about it." Duan Lei strikes him mercilessly, "Have you ever heard that drawing a tiger is not an anti-cat?"

Compared with other subjects, Yao Qiang's language is quite good, think carefully: "Aren't they dogs?"

Duan Lei: "Just like your woolen ball, do you still want a dog?"

Lao Hezheng was chatting with the director of the Education Department, and the kung fu who went upstairs saw his classmate Yao Qiang chasing after Duan Lei. A sideways quickly blocked the director of the Education Department.

The director was a little dazed: "Lao He, what's wrong?"

"Look." Lao He steadily put him on the shoulder and pointed to the dim sky outside the window. "The clouds today are not like the seaweed egg soup in our school cafeteria."

...

After a month of classes, a rare relaxation interval after the monthly exam, and another 11 holidays.

Not only the third middle school that is about to usher in the Games, almost all schools have relaxed the control of the students without any trace.

When Jin Linkun took Yu Sheng on a bus and was going to find a mall to buy some snacks for the children's games, they were surprised by the mighty students in school uniforms.

"Is there usually so many people?"

Jin Linkun held the person with one hand and stood at a slightly less crowded place: "Why don't you just go home and eat? What do you want to eat in a while, go back after eating outside..."

It doesn't take much time to buy things. When the time for students to get out of school has passed, it is followed by commuting from get off work, mostly during peak passenger flow.

Rather than squeezing from 3D to 2D, it is better to have a meal outside.

Yu Sheng has no opinion on where to eat: "Random--"

The words didn't finish, and they were catching up at the station to stop, and the whole vehicle shook unsteadily with the station.

The bus capacity in the morning and evening rush hours is unlimited. The people on the bus are already crowded. The front door is still difficult to squeeze up a few people.

The twinkling of an eye in the carriage seemed a little more breathless than before.

Yu Sheng stood by the window and stepped back. He wanted Jin Linkun to come over a bit. The person opposite had already circulated him into his arms skillfully, crossing him with one hand and supporting it on the fence by the window.

The squeezed compartment was stretched out by a wide chest arm.

...

Then even the vocals around seemed less noisy and noisy.

Yu Sheng looked up and looked at Jin Linkun's eyes behind the lens.

This kind of scene is actually not much to see, especially this person can't help but talk about going to school every day after staying at home, nor is this the first time a bus is crowded with people.

Yu Sheng was almost used to it, and didn't think it was different this time.

The two went out to buy things together, discussing where to eat at night and when to go home...it's nothing unusual.

He almost couldn't help it, and gave birth to a thought about the future within reach.

"Hot pot?" Jin Linkun is still seriously looking for dinner options. "Barbecue is also good, or find a coffee shop first..."

He was still thinking, the boy's cool fingers suddenly rubbed his ear and fell again.

Yu Sheng put a headset into his ear and pulled the person to his side: "Walk around and eat anything."

The piano music in the headphones is still familiar. Jin Linkun smiled, lowered his head to speak, and the words suddenly gave a light pause.

In the crowd, the child who was not allowed to move his feet grabbed the hand on which he was drawn and raised his head: "Brother, will you make an appointment?"

...

Until getting off the train, Jin Linkun still had these words in his head.

I even want to pick up the phone and change the WeChat name.

Yu Sheng confiscated his cell phone, carried the green light across the road, and entered a shopping mall.

The Games is an ancient ritual with mysterious cursing power. It is mainly manifested in every Games. No matter how clear and sunny the weather forecast was originally, there will definitely be a mysterious rainfall phenomenon on the first day of the Games and even the same day.

When the sun was setting, it was still clear and sunny, insisting that it still did not hold up, and began to rain on the window on the road.

The two of them entered the mall on their front feet, and the rain outside their back feet had already crackled and smashed the windows.

Just squeezed through the bus, Yu Sheng had no appetite. Jin Linkun did not rush to find a place to eat, bought him an ice cream, and led the people into the supermarket first.

Yu Sheng actually had no idea about the fact that he had to buy food at the Games: "What do I have to buy?"

"Water, sugar, chocolate, potato chips, biscuits..." Jin Linkun casually counted him, "Don't you buy it before?"

A lot of primary and secondary schools use the 11th holiday to hold sports games. They passed by a family of three. The little boy crooked and tied a red scarf. His parents were not allowed to mess around. I want a drink.

The little boy, the tone is very horizontal: "I want this, Dad, buy it for me!"

The voice was a bit loud, and Yu Sheng subconsciously glanced aside and shook his head.

Jin Linkun's chest was tight and he held the child's hand and pulled the person to his side.

Without waiting for the thought to be suppressed, the child led by him has continued to speak out: "Generally do not buy, otherwise you will not be able to eat."

Jin Linkun: "..."

No way, after all, Yu Sheng is well-known in the Third Middle School, and the younger brothers who usually wear him have no chance to pay protection fees, and they have seized the rare performance opportunity of the Games.

Every time the games are held, Yu Sheng will receive a bunch of inexplicable beef jerky, canned beer, squid shreds, snickers, and occasionally some pink marshmallows and chocolates.

I don't know which younger brother is so girlish.

The seventh class often relies on Sheng's feeding, and anyone who hasn't eaten it will feel it and have a very nourishing life.

Jin Linkun rubbed his forehead and listened for a while, but still couldn't help laughing: "It's too powerful..."

"It's all nonsense." Yu Sheng actually didn't take these seriously, to see that there were no people in the shelf. He held his hand and looked at the same things, "It's meaningless to kill and kill."

He didn't come to the supermarket very often. If he had anything to use, he bought it directly in the back street shop. Occasionally visiting the supermarket, it is also to buy food to buy rice noodles, grains and oil, have not visited the snack toy area.

On the one hand, there is no need for this, on the other hand, it is a bit of a heavy school bag.

When you are a school bully, it is normal to visit the Internet cafes of barbecue stalls. They appear in a pile of colorful snack toys. It is easy to damage the majesty if they are seen.

Jin Linkun deliberately slowed down his footsteps, and found a trolley to push him over.

Yu Sheng's eyes widened, and he looked round, looking abnormally good. The collar of the school uniform was erected, and the zipper was pulled to the top of the collar, looking at the rows of shelves with a little curiosity.

Slightly tilting his head, the sharp line of the throat knot was covered by the collar, holding the trolley with one hand, trying to push back and forth back and forth.

A clean boy who doesn't have a bit of arrogance.

Jin Linkun had no reason to think of the frame Yu Sheng played outside the back wall before the exam that day.

It is better to say that fighting is a unilateral education. The shot was sharp and simple, and he showed no mercy, and it was seen that he had been specially trained.

Obviously it is a pair of hands that can play the piano very gently.

In the education department of the Third Middle School, the director’s opinion on Sheng’s parents was too great. After two years of storage, he was nagging at him, and he hated the iron: “If the child sees children fighting, if a parent helps him, Is it necessary for him to run out and play with other people's lives? Doesn't he want to pull the master to hit other people's door?"

...

Yu Sheng looked at the shelves with all kinds of toys next to him, and turned around and found that the person beside him was also in a daily routine, raising his hand and shaking in front of him: "What did you think, did you bring money?"

"...Brought." Jin Linkun turned around, smiled and shook that hand, "Thinking my boyfriend is so nice."

He feels that Yu Sheng is very good now.

What's wrong with formidable skill, to fight what is wrong, their home and children to learn good and bad fights, in addition to a little love to beat him this little headache, obviously where you are particularly good.

Yu Sheng didn't keep up with his emotions, and glanced at him inexplicably. He took a toy of the dinosaur model series from the shelf and learned to see the little boy before: "I want this, boyfriend. I'll buy."

Jin Linkun: "..."

Another thing is to learn what you see, and the degree of reduction is actually still a little high.

There is also a bit of a headache.

Yu Sheng just wanted to tease him, and he smiled without any constriction, and put the box of plastic dinosaur models back: "OK, tease you."

He didn't figure out why Jin Linkun suddenly had something to worry about, and he leaned on the trolley and looked at it, "Is your mood better?"

Jin Linkun was shocked.

The boy's eyes were dark and clear, and fell into his eyes unhindered.

A little bit of astringency under the eyes was smoothed down. Jin Linkun endured for a while, still laughing inexplicably with him, raising his glasses and rubbing his eyes: "Okay, okay... especially good."

Yu Sheng raised the corner of his mouth and was about to straighten his waist to continue exploring the supermarket. Suddenly he was gently pulled by him and held in his arms.

The warmth overwhelmed him, pressed against his neck, and rubbed twice.

Yu Sheng raised his head with his arms open and knocked on his shoulder: "Surveillance"

This time Jin Linkun wisely did not hold him in a good-looking posture with himself, and slightly closed his arm: "Just a moment."

Yu Sheng didn't quite understand his idea of ​​"as long as we hold fast enough, the monitoring can't find us", but he let him hug quickly.

Yu Sheng is still not familiar with the various functional areas of the supermarket, Jin Linkun promptly dismissed the idea from his mind, and seriously took his boyfriend to visit the supermarket all the time.

...

And resolutely ignored the boyfriend's protest, bought several bags of potato chips and snow cakes, a large bag of bags out of the supermarket, and filled it into the locker on the first floor.

"I eat." After all, Jin Linkun also has to attend the Games as a family member, raising his hand to ensure, "I can eat without waste."

Puffed food doesn't take up space, Jin Linkun repeatedly promised several times, finally convinced Yu Sheng to reluctantly believe that he no longer forced him to stand at the door and distribute a pile of childish snacks to the children who just entered the mall.

Neither of them knew exactly how to date. They walked the mall in strict accordance with the process, ate a meal, and strolled in the mall a second time. They found a coffee shop and brushed two sets of papers together.

Finally, it was two or three hours after the rain stopped.

The bus has probably been stopped. Jin Linkun asked Yu Sheng to call the car first, then went back to the supermarket locker and took the storage.

It took a long time to go. Yu Sheng thought he was lost somewhere in the supermarket, and almost went to the radio station of the mall to send a tracing notice.

"Going around in a circle, the route is a bit long."

After returning home, Jin Linkun simply sorted things out, and filled the room twice. The refrigerator should be put into the refrigerator. The newly bought clothes should also be put into the washing machine to simply pass the water: "Friend, actually I think this one-piece pajamas……"

"Impossible." Yu Sheng cut off his thoughts concisely and clearly, and by the way, he took out the two sets of the same old costumes that he had to buy back.

Jin Linkun was a little lost: "But when I bought them, you didn't seem to be too resistant, because you have gradually begun to accept them?"

"It's because your eyes are about to grow."

Yu Sheng didn't want to recall the picture at that time, and pressed the forehead: "Can't wash together, this hair loss... forget it, I'll come, you go to the shower."

Although there wasn't much rain, the evening breeze after the autumn rain was also cool. Jin Linkun was afraid that he would catch cold, and he forced his jacket to force him, and there was still a little ice on his body.

Yu Sheng blasted him away, neatly separated several pieces of clothing, and then took out the two sets of the same pajamas, and stuck the sticky floating hair with the roller.

It may be that rainy days make people more active in thinking, and they are quiet around for a while, and a family of three seen in the mall comes out of their minds again.

In a few days, he should be eighteen.

At that time, the old card he had replaced was placed in another empty card slot of his mobile phone, except for occasionally receiving a few spam messages and advertisements, it was as quiet as ever.

In fact, it is not unexpected.

Yu Sheng rolled up the sleeves of the sweater by two folds, but still felt inconvenient. He planned to change to a pajama.

The bedroom door was hidden, it was supposed that Jin Linkun came back and took the towel.

Yu Sheng didn't care, he walked in the door while taking off his clothes and pushed the door open completely, only to find that there were still people in the room.

Jin Linkun hadn't gone to the bathroom yet, he was holding a box in his hand, and was cautiously pushing it under his pillow.

This person often stuffed the "College Entrance Examination Simulation Test Selection" and "Black Gold Sprint Examination Question" under his pillow. The most exaggerated one was a gift box of the "Five Year College Entrance Examination Three Year Simulation", which was twice as large as the pillow. , No surprises at all.

Yu Sheng took off that sweater, went to the bed and touched the pajamas, and bent over to take a look: "What is this time? Which subject is..."

His voice fell suddenly, his movements suddenly stopped.

Nor is the workbook of any subject.

Jin Linkun held a colorful carton in his hand, the one he had joked in the toy area.

The transparent plastic paper is covered with a layer of plastic dinosaur models lined up neatly.