Don’t Talk To Me!

Yu Sheng felt that this person must be sick.

How could anyone be so familiar that they couldn't help but want to send fists to his face.

The hand on his head hadn't been moved away yet, Yu Sheng moved his arm, and inexplicably didn't lift it.

Yu Sheng closed his eyes and took a deep breath: "Hands away."

His reaction to the back of the neck, which seemed to be grabbed by fate, aroused the interest of the black shirt. He went up against the difficulties and rubbed it tentatively.

Immediately afterwards, the whole person leaned back backwards lightningly, dangling and dangling to avoid Yu Sheng's fierce punching style.

The black shirt leaned back on the stool, dangling against the table, raised his head, and looked like he wanted to talk.

The legs of the painted wooden stool were propped up on the ground, in disrepair, and creaked with his movements.

Yu Sheng turned around and left, opening the door for him.

A little old door panel hit the iron wardrobe behind the door heavily, and there was a cyclical echo in the corridor of few people.

The black shirt opened his mouth and said nothing more.

The original posture was a bit more difficult. He leaned his back on the edge of the table, the stool leaned back again, bent his arm and leaned on the table.

Yu Sheng opened the door wider.

Realizing his determination to drop off, the black shirt raised his eyebrows and leaned on the arm of the table to prepare to stand up.

...

The next second, the stool finally squeaked overwhelmed.

Then it suddenly broke into a place.

Black shirt: "..."

Yu Sheng: "..."

Yu Sheng leaned on the door frame and looked at the rare black shirt sitting in a stool part. He remained silent for a few seconds, raised his hand over his forehead, and shook his shoulders twice.

"It's not me, it's the hand that the stool moves."

The black shirt really fell down this time, and he didn’t even pick up his glasses. He was awake for a while before recovering, leaning on his waist and standing up: "Do you use compensation? To be honest, I think it can actually be put together, Need some tools...friend, can you wait for me to leave before laughing?"

Yu Sheng was unmoved by his request, leaning on the door and shaking his shoulders.

The black shirt sighed, patted his trousers and squatted down, gathering up the strips of wood.

He was tall and long legs, so that even half-squat inexplicably showed some chic, the waistline of the shirt was gathered up neatly and wrinkled, and the spine line was outlined clearly with the movement.

It's a pity that he doesn't seem to have such a handsome self-knowledge at all. He still squats on the ground, and his mind is struggling with the stool on the floor.

"okay."

Yu Sheng smiled enough, rubbed his eyes casually, the tone was rare and better: "Ten dollars, don't worry about it."

The stool is provided in the dormitory, which is regarded as school property.

This thing is very practical. In the hands of generations of three middle school students, it has been smashed up and hit countless things, including but not limited to windows, iron doors, and heads. When it breaks is a very easy thing. The total compensation is not much, and no one has paid attention to it because of this.

But the black shirt obviously didn't think so, still picking up two pieces of wood persistently and trying to fight together: "Ten dollars, a lot."

Yu Sheng glanced at his shirt worth at least two hundred stools: "You don't go to the exam, just fix the stool here?"

"According to what you have taught. After you hand in the papers, you are lost in your school. You want to ask for a polite way, and then you are thrown up and thrown on the ground."

The black shirt finally tried to put the parts together, shaking and holding the hand, without looking back, and the slender palm with long eyes protruded to the back: "Is there a hammer? Oxford dictionary is also fine."

Yu Sheng: "..."

Yu Sheng decided to let him continue to lose his way, no longer talking nonsense, turned over and handed him the wrench, found Zhang Xiapu to lie down, and pulled the book to cover his eyes.

The fan buzzed, sending a cool breeze.

I don't know when, the inexplicable irritability that has been entrenched in the chest seems to disappear faintly.

"Considering that you don't like being patted on the shoulder, should we talk to each other?"

The black shirt squatted on the ground and jingled to work in the local area, but the movement was still very skilled: "My name is Jin Linkun, Xianhuankun and Chenyingxi, the king, beside the word Wang, is not Kunming in Kunming.

Yu Shengxin said who cares which one you are, and rubbed her hair impatiently: "Yu Sheng."

He paused for a long time, until the black shirt felt that this was probably the introduction of each other, and began to repair the stool, and then continued to say: "... Sheng Shengsheng every night."

The young man's voice came out from under the book, and it was a little boring, and the natural clearness and brightness could not be concealed.

Clean, like the ice cubes in the summer sour plum soup clanging into the glass.

Black shirt: "Good name."

Yu Sheng ignored him and covered the book on his forehead.

What a fart.

I almost didn't think of an idiom with sheng.

There was finally some movement from the room, no longer an empty silence. Yu Shengyu lay for a while with his eyes closed, listening to the sound of beating and beating on the edge, and tiredness came up little by little.

Before falling asleep, he vaguely felt that the name Jin Linkun was somehow familiar, thinking for a long time without remembering where he had heard it, yawned, and closed his eyes completely.

The night before the night, the lack of consciousness was severe. Yu Sheng opened his eyes again, and the sky outside was already dark.

Yu Sheng sat up with his arms up, and he didn't know when the school uniform he had put on slipped down and fell to the ground.

For a moment, he stooped to pick up his school uniform and looked at the dormitory.

There was no one in the room quietly, and the door was closed.

The stool was repaired, and the legs were tilted and leaned on the table legs in a very difficult posture, basically restoring the state of the moment of falling apart.

It clearly embodies the character characteristics of the repairer's childish revenge, blind and tangled in meaningless points.

Yu Sheng felt that his reading comprehension had never been so good.

After a sleep, I got a lot of headaches, but I was still very tired. Yu Sheng yawned and propped himself up to turn on the light, but his eyes were suddenly attracted by the things on the table.

Two cans of milk, a bag of biscuits.

Two big red cans with a big eye boy's milk on the packaging.

A bag of light green painted cartoon bear biscuits.

...

Yu Sheng feels that this person is really a bit too much.

The problem teenagers can not violate the discipline, but the problem teenagers will not drink Wangzi milk with bear biscuits. Yu Sheng lifted his legs and swept the stool back to the state of four feet on the ground. He threw milk and biscuits into the drawer ruthlessly, grabbed a row of missed calls, turned over, and picked one to hit back.

"Sheng! Brother! Ah!!!"

Duan Lei's loud voice exploded in an instant, and he rushed from the mobile phone to the earthquake: "Are you awake?! Look at the mobile phone, something serious is happening!"

When Yu Sheng called, he didn't lean the phone against his ear, rubbed his forehead, put on his clothes and got up: "What happened, the school exploded?"

"No! You look at the phone quickly, the ranking list comes out, you can check it on the official website!"

Duan Lei was accustomed to his attitude, and he gave him gossip with excitement: "I heard that God is not the first! The rumor says that it seems that two people share the same, the system is regarded as tied for second, first It's empty. I don't know which dark horse is so powerful..."

It's not clear why this group of people is enthusiastic about these specious gossips. Yu Sheng yawned again and opened the door to turn over the instant noodles. "So, do you change your idol now?"

"impossible."

Duan Lei denies: "Kun is still a god, the dark horse should be lucky, and he is a little bit right."

The instant noodles in the cupboard were probably eaten up by the group of black animals before the holiday. Yu Sheng turned over for a while without success, and then went back to turn over the drawer.

Duan Lei is still surging speculation about the mysterious dark horse, Yu Sheng finds out the gap between his stop and gasp, and asks the only interested question: "Did you say? What test is it? It takes so much effort Just for ranking?"

"No, no, I heard what a provincial college alliance summer camp."

This kind of thing is too far away from them, Duan Lei is not interested in this, and laughs at himself: "Take the top 100 in the city, saying that it is to ensure absolute fairness and justice, and give us these garbage high schools a chance to participate."

His words followed a quick turn: "...but our school has to organize a "summer camp" for the top three hundred in the school according to the small rankings in the school! In fact, it is the junior high school sprint for the first three years of school-one and a half months in advance! The summer vacation is only forty days a month! I am just stuck at 301! Brother Sheng, you saved my life!"

Yu Sheng stood for a while, frowning: "How many questions did you answer?"

Duan Lei is also immersed in the happiness of not having to start school in advance: "472!"

Yu Sheng: "..."

Suddenly he felt an ominous hunch.

He knew the level of Duan Lei's achievements. The correct rate of answering questions and the questions is almost the same. Occasionally catching up with luck, the latter may have a higher accuracy rate.

But he was blinded to a thousand questions.

From the perspective of probability.

...

Yu Sheng did not study hard, but he still instinctively felt that his score might be higher than Duan Lei this time.

He was deep in his heart, and asked Duan Lei the web site of the score check, and under the pillow, he drew out the computer and turned it on: "You said I am poisonous milk now, will it be useful?"

"It's useless, it's all out..."

Duan Lei still believes his mouth, hesitating for a while, hesitating to use his little brain capacity to reason: "Unless you said it before the exam-Brother Sheng, did you say nothing before the exam?"

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