Don’t Talk To Me!

Customer is God.

The next day Yu Sheng returned home, somehow received an apology letter from the hotel owner.

"Maybe one for each person, our room is quite clean."

Jin Linkun took a band-aid, gestured to Yu Sheng's neck twice, and pasted it carefully: "The conditions in their house are actually good, and the boss is too sincere."

Even the sound insulation is very good.

It would be better if the bathroom was slightly larger.

Yu Sheng's skin color is white, and any traces are very obvious, and the disappearance is slower than others. Jin Linkun persuaded him to reach the limit after wearing a shirt for a day, and could only temporarily cover up with a band-aid: "But it's all December, where are there bugs?"

Yu Sheng looked at the letter of apology that was unusually wronged: "The boss thinks so."

But the life committee doesn't care.

The life committee was justified and reasonable. After resolving the theory with the boss for a long time, he still won the due rights for his classmates, and reached a discount for regular customers who can reserve an room and check out one hour later on the next trip.

...

Overall, although some episodes appeared in the hotel, this trip was still very pleasant.

Everyone's intentions were unsatisfactory, and even Qin Qin saw a pin and arranged an English composition about the trip, which did not cause much backlash.

"Good news, all the scores will come out this Friday."

The representative of the English class went to the office to finish the composition, and came back to inform everyone of the enemy's situation: "Congratulations, I can live an extra week."

The intelligence of the group of people is strictly correct. It is indeed the weekend, but it is not the last week, it is the weekend of this week.

During the period of time, Qin Qin was in a good mood. When he finished writing, he joked with the English class representative: "Of course, the papers are also on holiday. The teachers are not human? Do you think the teachers are happy to see you in fear?"

...

To be honest, the representatives of the English class feel that the happiness of the teachers is almost materialized.

But no matter what, it is undoubtedly the common expectation of everyone to be able to get results late.

The spirit of the Sports Committee was also revitalized. He instantly recovered from the wilted organic matter and continued to boast: "Same joys and joys. Really not to hide, I recently told several questions to our training team, I think I did The feel of the question is particularly good, and it has even reached the level of having a book in your heart and no book in your hand. You don’t need to endorse it again..."

Yao Qiang heard more and more wrong: "Don't you just say that you feel that you have lost the sense of the question, do you need to continue to study hard and read the book from today?"

"That's what I thought I would score today."

The sports committee waved its hands with an enthusiasm: "Nevermind, as long as we don't have one day's results, I can still pretend that I am a bullish day."

His straightforward attitude also made people unable to vomit, and everyone was quietly convinced for a while, their class school committee suddenly looked up: "Ah, Sheng brother -"

The sports committee sat upright and quickly drew out the book from the desk, reciting it aloud: "Rogue Chichi! Hugging cloth traders! Bandits come to traders! I come to seek!"

None of the books were corrected.

After studying for a long time, I noticed that the surrounding atmosphere was not right, so the sports committee put down the book and read it in a circle: "Brother Sheng?"

The school committee finished their speech without any hassle: "...the book on Brother Sheng's desk is about to fall, old paragraph, help me."

Sports Committee: "..."

A group of uncomfortable people instantly laughed together. The school committee pushed their glasses and hid behind the monitor in time.

Even after the midterm exam ended, the class seven students did not leave behind their exceptionally good diligence.

Not entirely because the students have really fallen in love with learning.

The main reason is that Lao He didn't know what method to use, so Yu Sheng agreed to the representative of the Chinese class, and even asked him to check the ancient poems of his classmates.

For this new job, Yu Sheng has always felt that his attitude is still very kind, but the students in Class 7 obviously do not think so.

Not only did he not think so, Yu Sheng even recently discovered that as long as he went there, there would be a full-bodied and unusually loud reading sound nearby.

The sound of wind and rain, the sound of reading, and the sound of ears.

Even in class, I can't sleep well.

Jin Linkun watched him yawn for a few days and couldn't help but give him an idea: "Do you have to tell them?"

The students in Class 7 speak very well. If they know that their hard-working behavior disturbs their brother Sheng, they will immediately correct it.

But Yu Sheng obviously did not intend to let them know: "No, I just go home and sleep more."

Driven by the unusually powerful motivation of "may be checked and recite by Brother Sheng", the learning enthusiasm of the students in Class 7 has risen once again, and there is one more copy of the small book with words in their pockets.

Yu Sheng doesn't seem to have any special feelings about the work that urges students to study, but actually likes it.

Jin Linkun found it several times. His boyfriend clearly had to go out and go home with him. He had to go around the place where the seven shifts were gathered, and then came to him with satisfaction in the recitations after another. .

...

The child's shoulders were straight, his pace was not too slow, and the corner of his mouth was still firmly pressed by the arc.

When I look at it, I especially want people to take it to places that others can't see and rub my head.

"Someone."

Yu Sheng doesn’t mind bringing Jin Linkun to the Seventh Class to introduce this is his target, but the school bully is undoubtedly not old-fashioned.

Jin Linkun was quite satisfied with this arrangement. He clutched his wrist and took the schoolbag in Yu Sheng's hand: "Go home directly? There is not much food at home and I have to bring some eggs back."

His birthday is next Monday. The two smart fathers and mothers of Jin Linkun's family came back on the weekend and left for two days on the weekend.

It is said that Mr. Jin ordered Ms. Li’s tickets to Zhang Broadway’s scene, and he could go to the backstage to find the type of actor to sign, so he should not be delayed for too long.

But Yu Sheng still feels that as long as the family meets, it is not a trivial matter, so the main topics of the two people this week are about what Mr. Jin likes to eat and what kind of dishes to cook.

Yu Sheng checked the recipe last night and found it late. Jin Linkun wanted him to rest for a while and try to scrape his skills: "I can make hot pot, and I can mix a sugar and tomato... Was the garlic seedling delicious last time?"

Last time he went out to relocate his account on a rainy day, he ended up eating a few cold dishes at home, and Yu Sheng finished up a little bit. Jin Linkun couldn't take a bite.

"..." Yu Sheng paused: "Don't do it, keep it."

Jin Linkun thought that tomatoes and garlic seedlings should be very dazzling on the dinner table, and there was a little regret: "Not done well? I think it looks pretty..."

"It's good-looking." Yu Sheng gave up the idea of ​​encouraging him. "You make a plate of garlic seedlings, and I cooked everything at that table."

The words have been straightforward to this point, and Jin Linkun can only regret to give up the idea of ​​making the remaining garlic seedlings together.

This winter was extremely cold and the weather was gloomy again. The two of them walked back for a while, and when they were talking, they could see a sigh of vain.

Yu Sheng had never felt anything like gloves. Jin Linkun looked at his boyfriend's fingertips with redness. He remembered the request that he wouldn't be allowed to move his hands and didn't go home.

"What are you doing?" Yu Sheng looked up, and Jin Linkun had quickly ran into the corner.

Yu Sheng hadn't figured out what he wanted to do. After looking at the place he just looked at, he found a couple who came out with his teacher to press the road.

The boy ran back with a cup of pink mixed with white pearl milk tea, handed it into the girl's hand, squeezed her hand, and approached and whispered.

Boys and children in their twenties are a little childish and very serious in love.

Yu Sheng: "..."

Yu Sheng stood for a while and decided that if Jin Linkun dared to give him a cup of milk tea, he threw the man directly over his shoulder.

Jin Linkun did not disappoint him.

When learning the gods, the homework is usually not copied directly, and within two minutes, the man returned with a warm baked sweet potato.

He burned his hands backwards and forwards, blowing his breath into his hands: "Quick, warm and warm."

Yu Sheng was stuffed with a particularly pragmatic roasted sweet potato in his hand, and he was almost too hot to hold it.

After pouring his hands a few times, he finally held it, and he looked up to meet the person's unusually confident eyes.

"..."

Yu Sheng endured for a long time, still unable to hold back, buried in his shoulder.

"The yellow flesh I want, this one is especially sweet."

Jin Linkun was still trying to recommend his choice. Suddenly his boyfriend curled up with his arm and pestle, and instinctively raised his hands to hug people: "What's wrong...friend, where is the laugh?"

Yu Sheng didn't know where the laughing point was. He was carrying a plastic bag that was so hot in his hand that he couldn't bear the smile.

It may be that this person is particularly naive every time in various inexplicable places. It may be that this time he only stood for a few minutes on the street corner. Not only did someone come back to find him, but he also brought him a yellow-roasted sweet potato.

Yu Sheng blew the ashes on the roasted sweet potatoes, studied for a long time, and carefully peeled off the plastic bags outside.

After taking a bite, I just heard Jin Linkun nagging beside him: "eat it slowly, this one is very waxy. It must be sucked slowly, not bite, and it is easy to burn your tongue..."

Yu Sheng: "..."

Jin Linkun was not right: "What's wrong?"

Yu Sheng: "You tear it down."

...

Jin Linkun felt that his boyfriend might have his tongue burned.

The children were very cool when they were outside, and they were still calm when they were hot, and they still had the roasted sweet potato in their hands, ready to continue to try the second bite.

The outside was still inconspicuous, and the roasted, dried outer skin bite apart, revealing the soft yellow flakes inside, and the white steam melted instantly.

Jin Linkun shot in time, holding his wrist: "Isn't it hot? Does it hurt--"

"No pain."

Yu Sheng didn't take it seriously, he shrunk his hands into his sleeves, slowly sucked in the soft yellow flesh inside as he taught, and tasted it carefully for a while: "It's quite sweet."

Jin Linkun was slightly dumb, and he wanted to tell him not to rush to eat. His eyes fell on Sheng, and he didn't know why he paused.

Everyone in the three of them was frightened by the news, and wherever they stood, they could scare the staff of the seventh class from reading the book loudly, holding the roasted sweet potato seriously, shrunk their hands in their sleeves with heat insulation, and ate in small bites.

The boy's eyes were black and white, and he looked very clean.

The thick eyelashes were covered with a layer of water vapor and the density of mist, and because of the dry and cold weather, a fluffy white frost formed in the blink of an eye.

Jin Linkun's hand hung down on his side, and he twitched twice, but he couldn't help pulling the person to the corner, and wiped off the layer of white frost on his eyelashes for him.

I also want to see how my tongue is hot, but it seems I can only go home and watch again.

Yu Sheng ate the roasted sweet potato without raising his head. He let him lead it and walked home all the way.

After walking for a while, Jin Linkun sensed the coolness and wetness of the temple ears, raised his hand and touched it, and raised his head.

The street lights were on, and in the yellowish warm light, there was a small flying snow swirling in Shen Shenmu.

This is the first snow this winter.

Jin Linkun couldn't help but touch the back of Yu Sheng's hand: "Boyfriend."

Yu Sheng just finished eating the last bit of roasted sweet potatoes, threw the finished plastic bag into the trash, and wiped his hands with a tissue: "Huh?"

Every time Yu Sheng makes a single sound like this, he looks extra soft. Jin Linkun turns around and pulls the collar high for him: "Hold a hand, is it a manual foot?"

Jin Linkun pulled it in time, but there were still snowflakes being blown into the collar by the wind, turning into cold water.

Yu Sheng found out that it was snowing, looked up, raised his hand.

Jin Linkun felt that holding hands didn't need to be so formal, but he put his hands up in coordination.

Yu Sheng just wanted to catch a piece of snowflake and watched this man consciously put his hand up: "..."

After a while, I found out what my boyfriend was doing. Jin Linkun coughed and prepared to take his hand away. The child was suddenly warmed back by the extremely warm hands baked with roasted sweet potatoes.

Without waiting for him to react, he grabbed his hand and walked forward.

Jin Linkun was easily smug when he was in a particularly good mood. He flipped out his mobile phone and created a new notepad: "No? Where is the standard for manual operation, are there any tips? Let me understand..."

Yu Sheng glanced at him, his lips pressed, and he still raised: "Yes."

Jin Linkun held the mobile phone in one hand and stopped with his fingertips on the keyboard, waiting for him to speak.

It was not far from their house to go back over the wall, and it turned out that another turn was coming, and the flow of people also dispersed a lot.

Occasionally, after one or two, they all hurriedly stood upright.

On a snowy winter evening, no pedestrian is in a hurry to go home.

Yu Sheng looked at him for a while, then held his other hand, and stuffed it into his pocket.

Suddenly, the two became face-to-face. Jin Linkun froze for a moment, and their children had leaned over.

The moist and soft touch touched between the necks, leaving one touch away, like snowflakes melting right on the skin where the collars overlap.

"here."

The boy's ears were red and hot, and he was not convinced. He grabbed his hand and raised his eyebrows brightly: "Boyfriend, do you understand?"

...

Jin Linkun not only did not understand, but also wanted to carry the person back immediately, immediately check to see where the tongue is hot

The two were so childish that they struggled back and forth in the growing snow for a long time. Finally, they didn't know why they developed into a small skill exchange. They finally got a little breathy when they returned home.

Jin Linkun's cardiopulmonary function is still slightly better. When he enters the door, he circles the person on the sofa and carefully examines the hot spot again.

The next day, Yao Qiang looked at Sheng Ge who had previously put a band-aid on his neck and now has a small unnoticeable wound in the corner of his mouth. Are you fighting?"

Yu Sheng was flipping through the practice questions that Qin Qin specially found for him, but he didn't quite understand what he was saying: "What fight?"

"It's okay, brother Sheng." Duan Lei was more knowledgeable and covered Yao Qiang's mouth. "Why did he recite his poems, how to solve his worries?

"..." Yu Sheng was a little shocked by the string of ancient poems that he still rhymed on. He put down the paper in his hand and looked up to correct it. Duan Lei had dragged Yao Qiang away quickly.

Before Qiang Yao figured out what was going on, he was dragged to his seat: "What are we doing? Can't we care about Brother Sheng?"

"Yes, but it shouldn't be."

Duan Lei raised his hand and stroked his head: "Do you remember the aliens smashing their heads and falling peacefully?"

Yao Qiang was completely unimpressed: "What the hell?"

"It's okay, just don't remember."

Duan Lei now regrets that he accidentally blinded Bibi at the beginning, confirming that the only witness has lost his memory, and finally patted the chest with confidence: "I don’t hide from you, I have been thinking recently, this brother Sheng is good The metaphysical power of the spirit may be contagious..."

For example, he now regrets abnormally. When he was blind and barren, why did he fall into a flat ground and be smashed by aliens?

According to this momentum, Duan Lei feels that it won't take long for the aliens to come to invade the earth.

Although Lao He was loose in control, the seven class people could not stand up for themselves, and there were still a few out of order. Even if the squad leader had a few of them, they are still only at the stage where they will blush and heartbeat and explode.

In a group of people who didn't know what happened to their brother Sheng, everyone was drunk and it was actually quite stressful for me to wake up alone.

Duan Lei, who was under pressure, was lying on the table, writing "Song Song Xing", "Book Wall Mountain Road", and "Qinyuan Spring Changsha" left by Yu Sheng. He could not help raising his hand: "Sheng, I feel that the middle one does not seem to be in the scope of our syllabus."

"It's rare that you will carry it."

Yu Sheng did not raise his head while doing the title, and generously raised the pen: "Award for your first song."

Duan Lei grabbed the pen: "..."

Everyone was drunk. It was not only a stressful thing for me to wake up alone, but also extremely exhausting.

Yu Sheng was awake today, and his class was extremely enthusiastic about learning Chinese. Everyone was diligently turning back and forth to recite the required content.

The paper was not finalized, and their class and sports committees were not strangled by fate, and they jumped onto the rostrum: "Students, let us know something..."

After two days there was a fateful basketball match.

In fact, this basketball game has been dragged on for a long time. The preliminary games were held simultaneously during the school games. A group of teams have gone through a complex selection process and have reached eight out of four.

"And we are different."

The Sports Committee is very proud: "We were the champion last year. We have the only direct ticket in the school. We are born to be strong and airborne to the top four."

Blow even their class leader can't listen: "Okay, who doesn't know how our champion came from our class?"

Although in terms of the level of basketball, the 7th class is actually not a class other than that, there was a team in the next class last year who played irregularly.

With a sigh of relief, they invited Yu Sheng over.

"Not playing."

Duan Lei also remembered the glorious past of that year, and gave Yang Fan the popular science: "Brother Sheng is sitting on the sidelines."

To be precise, Yu Sheng was sitting on the sidelines to make up.

As a result, I slept for four quarters, and as soon as I opened my eyes, I heard that their class won.

Yang Fan was the boy who had been blocked by a group of people to ask for money when Gao Yi had just entered school, and was rescued by Yu Sheng. Later, because Yin Mei was targeting Sheng, he just moved to work.

Since transferring to class seven, this thin and tall student has been taken more and more cheerful by this group of people, even talking a lot, and listening to the story, his eyes brightened: "Then... let Shengge not play Is that all right?"

But Class 7 didn't seem to think about it at all.

The sports committee squatted at Sheng's table and asked him to be a coach, designed the tactics for the team members, and even asked the life committee to buy a mask for Yu Sheng.

Duan Lei shook his head: "I'm afraid not."

Basketball is a competitive sport that is dominated by confrontation. It is not the same thing as running a javelin compared to a sports meeting.

Duan Lei still remembers the grand occasion at that time, and touched his chin: "The team opposite was not only afraid to play so badly, they didn't even dare to play..."