Don’t Talk To Me!

The headmaster and director are getting older and can't understand the art form of young people. They simply think that sportswear is so good-looking. They sit together and discuss what the relationship between the dinosaur and the bear is.

Jin Linkun lay beside the railing of the rostrum, quickly took out his mobile phone, and took two photos while the seventh class came over.

In the last high school games, everyone was wearing school uniforms with straight shoulders and vigorous walking.

The youngster who walked in the forefront held a class card, and his collar was filled with bright daylight falling down.

"Brother Sheng is really god!"

Coming down from the playground, the squad leader could not suppress the excitement, patting the shoulders of the sports committee with emotion: "Chic and lively, cold and sunny!"

It perfectly fits every expectation of their team leader clothing.

Although other classes came up with a lot of normal and abnormal ideas, and the group of demons danced extremely eye-catching, but when they passed the rostrum, the applause of their class was still the warmest one.

"It's so handsome." Yao Qiang couldn't help but sigh, "Although I know those little girls don't look at me, I still want to thank the Sports Committee for arranging me to go to the first row, so that I also feel the happiness of being baptized by my eyes.

The Sports Committee indulged in happiness with him: "We seem to be the most beautiful of the three."

"The most beautiful boys in the third high school, please disturb." Lao He patted their shoulders and took the students to the auditorium. "This is the 11-day vacation worksheet. Take it back for parents to sign and hand it in tomorrow..."

After discovering a large number of false reports and concealment of holiday homework, it is an excellent tradition for the third school to let parents sign the holiday homework.

A group of people who had just rejuvenated immediately wailed, and the other classes were not much better. Looking at the entire playground, the spirit was instantly half more than before.

On the third day of the Games, there was not even a project on the first day.

Only an unusually large opening ceremony can basically become a large-scale camping snack sharing meeting.

In this way, at the end of the opening ceremony, two other teachers almost did not finish the speech and had to temporarily delete the speech.

"I told you that you are now in the stage of growing your body. Don't always eat this kind of nutritious snack... Is the spicy bar delicious?"

Lao He wisely did not follow the teacher's large army on the rostrum, and after finishing the homework, he mixed it in the students' piles. When he found out that the snacks in his hands looked delicious, he carried his hands on the back and educated him.

"It's not tasty!" Yao Qiang didn't hear the alarm from the people around him. He awakened and quickly hid all the remaining spicy strips behind him. "Really, it's not tasty at all."

Lao He was a little lost and sat down next to him: "Our results are almost out. If everyone is fine, come tonight to talk about homework and monthly exams..."

Yu Sheng and Jin Linkun's scores have been hanging for a long time, even if they are the first to approve the top scores, they can almost be scored in the past few days, but they have not yet been uniformly notified.

As soon as Laohe's words fell, a group of students who finally relaxed because of the sports meeting quickly sounded the alarm.

Squad leader: "No no no, Lao He, we don't really want to talk about this."

Sports Committee: "The sports meeting is not over yet. We need a passionate look to meet the test of the organization and win glory for the class."

School Committee: "The monk can't run the temple. Comrade Jianguo, please let us live for a few more days."

Duan Lei rushed over and shook Yao Qiang's shoulder desperately: "Hey! He! Eat! Ah!"

Lao He got the spicy note, stopped the mental blows to the students with satisfaction, and walked to the front row to study why so many girls with wrong faces went to their class to ask for directions.

...

Persisting that the last teacher finished reading the speech, the opening ceremony of the first day of the Games finally ended successfully.

The students in a playground were separated from each other by hula, and the seven classes were regrouped in the class, officially selecting the suitable radio exercises for the competition.

Time is tight and the task is heavy, even if you are familiar with the set of exercises, if you want to find a new one, you must decide which set to jump as soon as possible and start practicing immediately.

"Military boxing? Ballroom dancing?" The sports committee flipped the video on the phone. "It doesn't look too difficult. Would you like to hug your arms, you have to hold hands in circles."

The seven classmates were silent: "..."

"Look at the ratio of men to women in our class." Their classmate put him on his shoulder. "You will know the answer to your question."

The Sports Committee does not believe in evil: "Isn't it just that there are too many boys, can't it be overcome? It is just that our class literary and art commissioners lead the exercises with Brother Sheng..."

Sheng’s family members had to wait for Brother Sheng to go home together, did not participate in the discussion where everyone had no achievements, and the two of them screened by the window the contents of the radio exercises that could be seen slightly.

Duan Lei glanced over there with his pergola and patted the head of the Sports Committee: "Look."

The Sports Commission turned its head: "What do you think?"

Duan Lei: "Look at who killed you. When we look back and hug you crying that the Sports Committee cannot die, remember to tell us what his surname is."

"..."

A group of people discussed for a long time, and besides hurting each other, they failed to find any valuable clues.

In the end, it was Cen Rui who helped them out and picked out a set of radio exercises that looked much normal and very easy to learn.

"What's it called?" The squad leader's eyes were sharp, and he wrote down to prepare the report. "The young eagle takes off? Dancing youth? The vitality of youth? The rising sun..."

Yu Sheng put down his mobile phone: "The ninth set of radio gymnastics."

...

"It's like this." The school committee took the squad leader's shoulders and comforted him. "You think about it, the more unknown cheats, the more likely you have unimaginable power."

Although the ninth set of radio gymnastics sounds very simple, it does surpass the other flashy sets in the normal degree of movement, the difficulty of mastering and proficiency.

Although it has been called for two years, the students who stretch out their arms and kick on the playground every day learn the speed of this set of exercises, even faster than the original version.

The squad leader thought that this secret of winning must not be easily circulated, and led the students to move the desks, chairs, and benches to the corners, closed the front and back doors, and even used the waste paper to paste the windows together. .

The 6X6 phalanx does not require everyone to play. Duan Lei was thrown out of the phalanx team after stepping on the right classmate's foot for the fifth time, guarding the back door and sending his whistle.

Jin Linkun was also sitting in the last row, writing something on the paper, and seeing the classmates who had a good relationship with the children came over and looked up and greeted him very friendly.

Duan Lei sat on the side, could not help but glanced at the piece of paper that Jin Linkun laid on the table, lowered his voice and leaned over: "Mr. Jin, are you painting?"

Jin Linkun took the eraser to get rid of some miscellaneous lines, and blew the end of the eraser: "See?"

"See it, see it."

Duan Lei has always admired him, and quickly nodded: "What is this, crocodile? The painting is really good, but the front legs are shorter..."

Jin Linkun: "..."

Jin Linkun erased the Tyrannosaurus rex painted all afternoon: "A few days, do you have any plans?"

"What's the plan?" Duan Lei was at a loss, "Just... greet the monthly test results and prepare to be beaten?"

The results were announced on the last day of the Games, and these days of hard work were almost over. They have already made a good assignment of the inheritance. By that time, who has sacrificed heroically, others will force those who inherit the inheritance to write the remaining workbook and eleven assignments.

The substitute teacher doesn't usually ask them such questions. Duan Lei guessed that it should be Yu Sheng's business: "Did Brother Sheng have any help? We are very busy. We can call us if we need it. "

Jin Linkun froze a little, shaking his head: "It's fine."

The students in Class 7 have a good relationship. If you know the day, even if you catch the holiday, you will definitely give Yu Sheng a birthday.

It's just that Yu Sheng didn't want to say.

Jin Linkun didn't rush to speak, he chatted with him casually, put down the pen and looked up to see their children doing exercises.

The boy has a beautiful frame, even if he just raises his arms casually and does two chest expansion exercises, the posture is clear and smart.

Tibetans can't hide their breath.

Probably feeling a little hot, Yu Sheng took off his jacket and put it on the back of the chair.

Not to mention the little girl in the outside class, it is the girls in Class 7 who are used to seeing themselves. At this time, there are several blushing and whispering words, and some people sneak out their phones and take several photos.

Duan Lei sat for a while, and suddenly remembered something: "Yes, Teacher Jin, have you been in trouble these days?"

"Something happened on the seventh." Jin Linkun thought he was going to make up the class. "What's wrong?"

"Just--"

Duan Lei felt that this was a bit inappropriate. After thinking about how he saw two people sitting together at the time, he felt that he could only say to the person in front of him: "If you are fine, can you... Accompany Brother Sheng?"

In the middle and middle ages, the games were held before the eleventh year. Duan Lei remembered that when the games were held last year, Yu Sheng reported 3,000 and 5,000 kilometers.

At that time, it was not long before they finished the class. Everyone was not familiar with this. The sports committee did not dare to talk to the prestigious third lieutenant colonel, and asked him daringly, "Is it too tired? Both of them are tired. It may be a bit hard to run down..."

Yu Sheng didn't speak, but Lao He squinted over and pressed his shoulders: "Run if you want to run, the teacher will cheer you on."

Later, Yu Sheng ran two first and second. Lao He also fulfilled his promise and stood by the playground to cheer him on until he hit the line.

Five kilometers is the last item, and the audience on the sidelines have been scattered.

When Duan Lei walked back with something, he saw Yu Sheng lying on the plastic runway with his arms in a daze.

For the first time, Lao He looked very serious, sitting on his side, pressing his shoulders, and talking to him in a nagging manner.

"I don't know why." Duan Lei touched the back of his head. "It just feels that every time Sheng arrives at this time, he seems to be in a bad mood."

Who seems to be waiting.

The feeling was too obvious. The last seven people in the sports meeting were almost familiar. At the end of the 11th holiday, they pulled Yu Sheng to turn black. As a result, the charging line of Yu Sheng’s mobile phone did not know who accidentally touched it. Automatically shut down for several hours when there is no electricity.

"The first time I watched him get angry."

Duan Lei remembers the situation at that time: "It can't be called angry... He didn't scold us, he didn't do it, that is-that was the first time I felt that I might be so close to death."

Later, the battery was charged and the phone was restarted. There was nothing to miss.

Yu Sheng went out blowing a gust of wind on his own, and when he returned, he recovered almost, and brought them two cans of beer.

...

It seemed that everything had passed, and it seemed that nothing had happened from the beginning.

The first practice of the ninth set of broadcast cheats was almost over. Duan Lei was carried over to help restore the table and chairs, quickly bid farewell to Jin Linkun, and joined the class work diligently.

After being reminded by Duan Lei, Jin Linkun began to notice Yu Sheng's mobile phone consciously or unconsciously.

He probably guessed what Yu Sheng was waiting for, and he did not intend to forcefully interfere with Yu Sheng's habit, and even helped bring a huge charging treasure the next day.

It's a lot of weight and is said to be enough to charge the phone ten times in a row.

As a result, Yu Sheng thought it was too heavy, and even threw his mobile phone into Jin Linkun's arms.

"Help me hold it, it's too heavy."

Yu Sheng pulled the cuffs up, took the javelin and shook it, and found a good feel for a few test shots: "In fact, the view here is not the best."

Jin Linkun deliberately found the edge of a javelin court and was curious: "Isn't it?"

"No." Yu Sheng held the javelin in his hand and went to the referee to report the number. "The podium is better."

"..." Jin Linkun was tortured when he entered the school today, and he didn't really want to show up on the podium for the time being: "I think I will appear in front of your principal again. He may have me responsible for the javelin's distance measurement. "

In semi-sports high schools, the strength of boys is generally great. There are not necessarily many people who can throw the discus javelin, but there are definitely not many people who can turn these two weapons into a weapon. A good referee job has already threatened life.

Yu Sheng raised his head and glanced at the few people sitting on the side of the court holding his head in a trembling helmet, unable to help holding the corner of his mouth, and stuffed the number cloth into his hand.

3721, Yu Sheng.

The unusually bold and chic fonts fell on it, and I didn't know how to save it, even without a crease.

Jin Linkun flattened the number cloth carefully, flipped out a pin, and put him behind him: "Do you want to add oil?"

"No." Yu Sheng turned his back on him. "You be careful, don't stick me."

The children's demands on him are a little low. Jin Linkun looked at Yu Sheng who was looking back. He couldn't help raising his hand and holding his head, turning the person back: "Can't tie it, don't believe me?"

Yu Sheng laughed and said nothing.

Teenagers don’t always laugh. At this time, they wear clean and neat sportswear, and their curved eyebrows are reflected in unusually bright sunlight. The whole person looks soft and transparent.

The more he wanted to reach his birthday, the more Jin Linkun couldn't help thinking about his family's affairs. His chest tightened unconsciously before he rubbed his hair. Yu Sheng took the half-handed hand and dragged him to the side of the court.

They were still on the sidelines, and the inspections were over there, and some people were officially bidding for guns.

Yu Sheng studied what he was thinking for two days, and finally when Jin Linkun turned into a charging treasure that he could hold with two hands, he almost guessed what was going on.

"Okay, I won't wait any longer."

He and Jin Linkun stood on the sidelines for a while, and then smiled sideways: "This year is different, I am a bit busy, and I have no time to wait."

Busy study, practice, competition.

Busy talking to this person, learning with this person, doing a lot of silly and inexplicable things with this person.

Busy running forward, always running forward.

"So don't believe me?" Yu Sheng knocked his arm down and walked forward according to the number to prepare, "Show you a great one."

Jin Linkun's heart beat quickly, looking up at Yu Sheng.

Yu Sheng held the javelin, gave him two hands in his hand, and ran forward. He turned and threw the javelin out.

The boy's eyes were clear and bright, and the power behind his shoulders was added without reservation.

The javelin drew an arc, broke through the air and inserted it straight across the entire playground, firmly on the other side of the bright red runway edge.

...

This year's javelin competition drew a lot of attention from the audience.

Yu Sheng usually wears school uniforms, either in the classroom or directly away from school. Apart from fighting and helping the town, there are not many entertainment activities, and the third is not a familiar face.

At least it is much worse than the popularity of his name.

Yesterday, there were many people who heard about their class. Today, more people asked, one by one: "Who is your leader, do you have WeChat?"

"Is it an art student? Do you need one-to-one supplementary lessons? It's just a simple and pure learning relationship."

"What are your hobbies? Do you like watching movies?"

"Will you give me a call, two sausages, absolutely not going out..."

Duan Leifei quickly returned the news, tempted to swallow by two roasted sausages, and wanted to ask if Brother Sheng's phone could be circulated outside. When he turned around, he saw the two men who had completed the javelin's return. Together.

The boy was tall and long legs, sitting in the front row was too crowded, sitting in the last row.

The substitute teacher lowered his head around Yu Sheng's shoulders and held a few bags of potato chips with patience to promote his taste.

Their brother Sheng was drawing something on the paper, and he was really impatient with the sales. He opened his mouth to hold the potato chips, and pulled the zipper of the down jacket of the substitute teacher, pulling it up.

"..."

Duan Lei withdrew his gaze, stuffed half of Shuanghui ham sausage in his mouth, and chewed back the message: Sorry, our Sheng brother has no phone, no WeChat, no hobbies, and maybe no girlfriend...