Don’t Talk To Me!

Jin Linkun said that the meal was ready, but actually made a table of dishes.

Yu Sheng took off his raincoat and passed by the dining table. He couldn't help but go around and looked at it.

When learning to be a god, thinking is always broader than others. After Jin Linkun found that he really had no talent for cooking, he stopped slamming with the stove and changed his mind.

Yu Sheng stood a little shocked at a table of cold tomatoes, salted garlic seedlings, sweet and sour cucumbers and shredded lettuce.

"Trying the hot, not very successful..."

Jin Linkun coughed slightly, covered his eyes with one hand, and led the person to the bathroom to send: "The dishes are not afraid of cold, don't worry, first flush the hot water."

This is not too cold.

It has never been hot.

Yu Sheng moved his palm, wanted to speak, and found that his throat was still dumb. He could only delete the content of Tucao regretfully and put forward the demand as concisely as possible: "I want to eat tomatoes."

Jin Linkun's footsteps stopped.

He still covered Yu Sheng's eyes, stooped down and picked up the chopsticks, picked him a piece of sugar covered with sugar: "Come, open your mouth."

Seeing that this person's kindness index began to exceed the standard again, Yu Sheng wanted to remind him that when he reached the mouth, he couldn't help holding the corner of his mouth and opened his mouth cooperatively.

The sweet and sour juice ran down the throat.

Yu Sheng stood at the table and seriously fed him the tomato.

...

At the end of the meal, I don't know why I came back with a cool soft touch, and it fell on the corner of my lips and rubbed gently for a while.

Just after raining for a long time outside, Yu Sheng held a hot water bottle in his arms, and Jin Linkun wore a raincoat, which was cooler than him.

The two men played a few rounds at the door of the bathroom for a short period of time. Jin Linkun's eyes were fast, and while his boyfriend was lax, he stretched his arms and hugged the man into his arms: "Wash together?"

Yu Sheng was afraid that he would catch a cold, but had no idea about this, and nodded.

Jin Linkun inserted the water heater before going out, and the temperature was just right. The hot water dripped from the shower, quickly dispelling the chill from the ice and rain outside.

The mist was steaming and Yu Sheng leaned against the bathroom and walked away for a while.

His skin was pale, and the red rope around his neck was a little wet with water, and it was especially conspicuous.

The key was close to the chest, probably because the clothes were too thick before, and a small red mark appeared.

Jin Linkun pulled the man under the shower, touched his hair in the hot water, and lowered his head to kiss gently.

Looking for bathing supplies, Yu Sheng had already held his hand and raised his head to kiss.

The child's tiger teeth are a little sharp, and biting in the corner of the lips will hurt a little. The lips are warm and soft with hot water, and the strength is still green, and the wrist is squeezed and clenched.

...

Jin Linkun walked out of the bathroom with a bath towel, fumbled to find the mobile phone, and wrote "The kid didn't breathe" on the beaten notepad.

Originally planning to take a shower and have a meal before going to bed, Yu Sheng was too sleepy. Jin Linkun returned after two hot meals, and the person leaning on the bed turned over the book and couldn't hold back.

The boy who had just taken a hot shower, with a bit of moisture that was not completely dry, obediently attached it to his forehead, his face was much more rosy than the rain, his fine eyes were closed, and his eyes were firmly attached .

The book didn't close, and half of the pages turned between the fingers.

Fearing that he would be hungry at night, Jin Linkun put the rice on the side of the bedside table, pulled the book out and closed it with bookmarks, and lay down carefully holding the person.

Yu Sheng couldn't sleep well, wrapped in a quilt and turned over, saw the familiar black shadow crouching beside the bed, flashing a flashlight and didn't know what toss about.

Moving and learning that Suo Suo kept ringing, Yu Sheng glanced at the empty box on the pillow, which was a birthday gift from Cen Rui.

It is said that the full name is a net red fantasy rainbow romantic projector. The two of them have studied it twice, but failed to understand the overly complicated operation principle, and put it aside for the time being.

Yu Sheng smelled a little hungry with the smell of rice close by, and didn't feel anything romantic at this time. He leaned his arm and pulled his clothes. Without waiting for the opening, the machine in Jin Linkun's hand suddenly clicked, and a faint running sound rang.

The shimmering purple light shone brightly in the half of the room, and the super cool colorful light crossed the roof.

Yu Sheng was lying on the bed, pulling the back collar of Jin Linkun's clothes with one hand, stunned at the particularly dazzling rainbow.

Jin Linkun was also shocked by the richly colored net red style. He squatted on the ground and looked up at the roof: "...ah."

I wanted to see the rainbow after the storm.

The result is completely inconsistent with the main purpose of the previous article, but it seems to open a small nightclub ready to jump.

Jin Linkun coughed a few times and rescued in vain for a while. He tried to cover it for a long time. Finally, he took off his glasses and put it in front of the small cover of the projector.

Yu Sheng was not so sleepy, lying on the edge of the bed, watching him toss for a long time, and finally buried his head in his arm.

"...Friend." Jin Linkun completely gave up saving this rainbow-making machine and sat on the ground. "Our world needs a little compassion, I think—"

Yu Sheng had no sympathy at all, and he lay on his elbows with a stomachache.

Jin Linkun had planned to stretch for a while, but finally couldn't hold back, and he couldn't breathe with a smile: "It's almost done... No more laugh, I wanted to get a romantic rainbow dinner."

Cen Rui did not expect to harm.

Preparing to have a good chat with the culprit who gave this gift tomorrow, Jin Linkun crossed his arms and looked over, preparing to shut down the rainbow manufacturing machine that was still doing his best to create the atmosphere of the nightclub, and was suddenly wrapped by the other hand.

Yu Sheng also got out of bed with him and squatted beside the bed.

Jin Linkun pulled the bed quilt down from the bed and wrapped it around him: "Is it cool or cold? It's almost time to turn on the air conditioner, a rain and a cold..."

"Not cold." Yu Sheng took his hand and moved to him, "Brother."

Jin Linkun stopped nagging and turned his head to look at him.

The boy only wore a thin half-sleeve, and honestly let him wrap a quilt on his body, and his short hair was obediently attached to the forehead.

"Brother." Yu Sheng called him again.

"Rainbow, I saw it."

Jin Linkun hadn't recovered from the blow, pushed his glasses, and looked up: "Yes, I saw it. In fact, I think that the building opposite our house may also have seen it. After all, its brightness is difficult to ignore... "

The rest of the words were blocked by the children who brought their quilts into their arms.

The matter of Yu Sheng's family didn't make any splash in the third middle school.

The teachers didn't seem to be different from the past because of this matter. The principal was still three to five because the cubs were fighting next door. Lao He still smiled and went to class and class. Outstanding Student Award.

The director of the Education Department also grabbed Yu Sheng and gave Duan Lei the KFC family bucket. They were so angry that they snatched three pieces of original chicken: "This is a mistake and confinement! Is this a spring tour? Why not give tomato sauce?"

There are only five pieces of original chicken, and Duan Lei is so distressed that he goes around in circles: "Director, we are going to an Internet cafe to watch English foreign teachers' online classes..."

When the dormitory is turned off and the internet is off, since Yu Sheng began to give lectures to the classmates, the seven classmates were shocked by their "speak, nowhere" lecture method, and no one dared to make mistakes. Point again wrong the second time.

Can only go out in the middle of the night to continue to hurry up to make up time.

...

To be honest, Yu Sheng couldn't quite figure out why he was so kind and detailed, and the attitude of these people towards him and Jin Linkun was so different.

The head teacher of the first class didn't understand: "Where is this sentence wrong? It's normal."

"Probably because our classmate Yu Sheng has a strong aura."

Lao He was working on a teaching plan at the time, and arranged a job collection job for Yu Sheng. He picked up the tea cup without any hassle: "The description is more detailed. He sat on the table and took the workbook: "Say it , Where not, come one by one.'"

"..."

There is no way for class seven students.

Without pressure, there is no motivation. Under this kind of pressure that seems to be life-threatening, students have greatly stimulated their autonomy and enthusiasm for self-study reflection.

"Looking at the online class is the reason why you don't stay at night and go over the wall to the Internet cafe?"

The director was unimpressed, stepping on his slippers and staring at his eyes: "Is it wrong to go to an Internet cafe? Is it over the wall?"

Jin Linkun helped their children to buy the whole family bucket. At this time, they were also trained together, lowering their voice and asking Yu Sheng: "Isn't it?"

"..."

Yu Sheng is more familiar with the style of their director, covering his mouth with his hand and explaining briefly: "Hush."

"...Of course!" The director pulled a tissue. "But your most serious mistake is staying at night! The pressure of the third year of high school is so high, you run out without a word, how nervous the school is, how nervous the teacher is!"

In the middle of the night, the dormitory found that a row of dormitory was empty, so scared that he almost lost his soul, and quickly called the head teacher and the head teacher.

A group of people who listened to the online class took notes madly with headphones, and no one heard the phone. Lao He used a flashlight to find a half-night, and finally had to find Yu Sheng, before inferring where these people might be.

There was a false alarm, and the teachers who had tossed for half a night couldn't sleep, nor rushed back to the teacher's dormitory to sleep, and gathered together to educate the group of students to relieve boredom.

As a result, half of the education came and threw a family bucket out of the window.

Actually brought three bottles of Coke.

The directors divided the original chicken and the spicy chicken wings and wiped away. Lao He was kinder and only ate mashed potatoes and corn sticks: "The next night I will return to the place in advance, I will say that it is the second adult ceremony I organized."

The children knew they were wrong at first glance, crying sadly holding the empty bucket and the bottle of coke, they should not need any more education.

Lao Heshun took the last glass of Coke, patted his head one by one, let a group of people hurried back to the bedroom to sleep, and returned to the teacher's dormitory.

Duan Lei burst into tears and hiccuped: "Brother Sheng woos the family bucket..."

"..." Yu Sheng pressed his forehead, flipped out his phone, and ordered another one for the group.

Put it in a small bamboo basket that I didn't know where to get it, dangling from the window of the bedroom.

With the enthusiasm of the seven classes in full swing, the midterm exams are approaching day by day.

The importance of the mid-term exam and the monthly exam are not at the same level, plus the perverted difficulty of the last monthly exam, which sounded an alarm to all the ignorant senior students. The entire senior third year was filled with a tense learning atmosphere without traces.

Duan Lei carried word books in their physical education classes and didn't play the ball anymore. After preparing for the dissolution, they squatted on the edge of the flower bed and formed a circle.

Yang Fan's treatment is much better than Yu Sheng's, holding his glasses in a circle by everyone, lowering his head and lowering his voice to speak seriously. If you don’t understand clearly, just stay and prepare to ask Yu Sheng.

Occasionally, there was a class next door that happened to take physical education classes together. They brought the ball to seduce them. Without waiting for their voices, they were blasted away by the sports committee without mercy: "What are you going to play? Look at you like basketball! Walk around, we only have English in our hearts ..."

The sports teacher dangled his whistle and looked at the students who seemed to be in a mysterious formation to summon knowledge. They were very lonely: "Is the time changing? Am I not my classmate's favorite teacher?"

"Don't worry." As an English teacher in Class 7, Bao Qin's recent treatment is almost comparable to VIP. He walked down to tour Jiangshan and patted his shoulders generously. "You can speak to them, and English and sports have the same path..."

A physical education class is comparable to self-study.

Yu Sheng, the only teacher of physical education, was left with consolation. After playing the badminton with the physical teacher for a while, he felt a little bored and walked to the side with the tempo: "Who will not come, come here."

Class 7 students: "..."

Watching this group of students suddenly start rock-paper-scissors under the pressure of Sheng, the lone sports teacher gave birth to some expectations, and then came together: "What are you doing? Allotment? Do you want to play basketball? Do you want to jump the big rope? The teacher is still here There are a lot of equipment..."

"Hush." ​​They pulled the physical education teacher, and mysteriously lowered his voice, "We are guessing Ding."

The physical education teacher certainly knows that they are guessing Ding Huo: "I know, and then?"

The sports committee is very deep: "Then whoever loses and comes out, it will not be a problem for everyone to ask Sheng Sheng."

...

The English proficiency of Class 7 students has changed dramatically in just two months.

Through homework and classroom quizzes, Baoqin has increased from the difficulty of junior high school to the review of the senior high school without any trace, and was happy to hold the judged homework. Especially when I saw a class teacher, I had to shake his hand with great enthusiasm for a long time every time.

I was so annoyed by the head teacher of another class: "Thank me for what! Yin Mei, who wasn't what I wanted to teach English! Rolling!"

A roar passed from the corridor into the class door. Their class life committee member put down the pen and thought about it: "Who is Yin Mei?"

"Whoever she is." Duan Lei bit the pen and waved his hand casually, "Hurry up, is this question to or to? I still can't tell the difference..."

The sports committee still remembers this person, but the impression is not deep: "Speaking of it, what did we originally do to learn English well."

Yao Qiang just looked up from the word root memory method with a sigh of breath: "Ah, isn't it to live?"

...

On the way to study hard, I unknowingly pushed the last school tyrant in the class to drink milk.

It was cold, and the place for lunch was changed from a small pavilion to an activity room. Jin Linkun specifically asked the shopkeeper of the back wall shop to help warm the milk, and it was still hot every time it was taken.

The mid-term exam is about to begin. After lunch, the students hurried back to the classroom for self-study, leaving only two of them in the activity room.

"Isn't it good that they study hard?"

Jin Linkun didn’t go into Class 7 recently, and didn’t know much about the specific mental state of the students. He touched Yu Sheng’s hair and put a piece of Coke chicken wings in his bowl: "Where is the problem?"

Yu Sheng held a paper cup and sipped milk.

In fact, it is not a particularly big problem.

It's a little strange.

Probably because of the good nutritional supplements recently, Yu Sheng's length is longer, and he doesn't like to wear his original clothes very much. Every time he flips a jacket of Jin Linkun out. The number of the two people is still one. Jin Linkun's clothes are slightly wider by a few centimeters at the shoulder seam, and the cuffs can still cover a small half of the palm.

The boy hasn't cut his hair recently, and it's a little longer than before. He woke up early to school and was pressed all the way by the hoodie's hat, every time it was clean and smooth.

Together with the coffee-colored corduroy jacket, the whole person's hand feels exceptionally good.

Jin Linkun couldn't help rubbing it for a while, and was about to take his hand away. Their children had finished drinking the last bit of milk, put down the paper cup, and raised their heads with a circle of milk foam: "Do I look like someone who beats people often? "

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