Don’t Talk To Me!

After a basketball game, the post about Sheng in the three-poster bar doubled.

The Sports Committee finally got what he wanted, wiped off the sweat from the basketball court, and for the first time, the little girl took the initiative to add WeChat chat.

The beginning is still very kind "Hello classmates".

Seeing the hope of breaking the 11.11 curse waved far away, the sports committee was so excited that he pulled a good teammate Yao Qiang together and watched: "Come on, someone has sent me a message. How do I get back? Enthusiastic or reserved?"

"Be a little reserved, now I like to be steady."

Yao Qiang was also excited and poured two sips of water to give him an idea: "It's better to pretend to bring a few English words unintentionally.

The two were really nervous, nagging for a long time, and the preview message in hand was not fully opened yet.

Duan Lei passed by both of them and kindly helped to poke the unread message.

[Hello, classmates. 】

[Your basketball is very good, we all feel very handsome. I heard that you have a good relationship with your classmate Yu Sheng, I want to know...]

Sports Committee: "..."

Yao Qiang: "..."

"I teach you how to get back."

Duan Lei is very skilled at this kind of thing, and inexplicably not surprised at all: "You said that Brother Sheng does not need a mobile phone, does not play WeChat, has no hobbies and interests, and has only learning in his heart, but he does not need a small partner who can improve together in learning.

The Sports Committee held the phone and felt sad: "Can I add another sentence but do I need it?"

"..."

Duan Lei patted his shoulder and found a sticker of the 11.11 red envelope screenshot specially customized by their monitor, and slapped it on the head of the Sports Committee.

The first message is just the beginning.

After knowing that Yu Sheng didn't want to study with others, the people who came to them still kept coming.

There are boys who want to play video, and some girls who are careful to ask if they have high-definition photos. They also talked for a long time about "I haven’t seen you for a long time. Do you remember once we copied homework together in elementary school?" The old classmate of that province’s model friend.

People are getting used to it in the process of repetition. The Sports Committee and Yao Qiang will look forward to it from the beginning. They will soon become numb, copy and paste it skillfully, and become a feelingless reply machine.

Later, the signature was changed uniformly, "Talk about the photos in the album, the video in the space and the circle of friends, and the object of Sheng Ge and his friends."

The ratio is particularly skillful and imposing.

People in Class 7 are very united, and no one not only targets Sheng and his friends, but also these two people are simply talking about the object.

But the atmosphere in the post bar is still in many photos and videos that came out of that irregular ball game.

Later, even several special buildings have been opened.

There are many art students in the Third Middle School, and the building has everything from photography exhibitions to fan comics.

Yu Sheng didn't have much interest in things like this forum, but Jin Linkun watched very diligently. He also collected a few posts on the trumpet, and went to see if the landlord came back to update.

"I can't look at you during the day."

Jin Linkun held his mobile phone, holding one-handed boyfriend who wanted to come over and delete the collection: "If you want to see you, just look at this first."

Two people have to take classes during the day, even if they are not in a class, not even a school, even meeting two words between classes.

When Yu Sheng was in class, he was still following the progress of his review step by step. Jin Linkun didn't often send him news. He had to find something else to talk about and miss.

...

Listening to the fact that this person seemed to have such a posture, Yu Sheng was held in his arms, and he calculated the number of times this person would skillfully cross the fence every day.

You don't have to talk about it and you don't know. He thinks that if the two of them are closer, the two principals should almost be forced to simply tear down the wall and merge the schools into one.

But Jin Linkun still felt that it was not enough.

He was still a little taller than Yu Sheng, put his mobile phone on the top of the bookshelf on tiptoe, took the opportunity to circle people in his arms again, and lowered his head to touch the corner of Sheng's mouth quickly.

The warm and sweet atmosphere in the fan comics of Tieba actually does not exist.

Under normal circumstances, Yu Sheng will be very sensitive to a relatively sudden attack, and the next moment of surprise is usually followed by a new contest about skill.

The skill of the two people is actually not bad. Jin Linkun is not as good as her boyfriend in specific moves, but also has her own unique method.

Especially under the premise that Sheng can't take a hard hand, Jin Linkun's height and physical strength occupy a considerable part of the advantage. Every time at the end, I can smoothly put people in my arms, and with the cooperation of rubbing my head, I successfully kissed their children.

...

After holding the children on the bed and panting for a while, Jin Linkun's thoughts came out of the post bar, and suddenly remembered another matter that had something to do: "Oh, by the way, Cen Rui also said that the temporary certificate of our summer camp forum is about to expire. Now, let us have something else we want to keep."

The forums in the summer camp are mostly full of real questions and counseling, as well as a lot of precious online problem-solving materials. It can be said to be a rare gem under the collision of the brain power and knowledge reserves of the front-line top students in the province.

Kong Jiahe specially bought a large-sized mobile hard disk, which was so full that there was no KB left.

The above question Yu Sheng brushed almost when he was at the summer camp. He turned over and leaned on his arm: "Do you want to save it?"

"Yes."

Jin Linkun said that the video of the two men wearing four-handed dinosaurs and cubs is still on the top of the video. When the words came to a halt, they turned around in a timely manner: "There are a few good competition questions on the top. There is nothing to exercise. Active thinking..."

He sat up and grabbed the computer, opened the forum and was about to log in. Then he suddenly remembered that his "WSYZKA" Ninth Class had a strong brain crippled in front of Sheng, which was inconvenient to expose to the children.

With the arrow on the string, Jin Linkun raised his hand and hesitated for a while, touching Yu Sheng's shoulder: "I forgot my password, it was yours?"

"..." Yu Sheng moved his arm off the bed: "I forgot too."

In a somewhat troublesome situation, it is too difficult to hear the word forget in Sheng's mouth.

Jin Linkun raised his eyebrows and looked at the child who took the cup of hot milk with the lid open, thinking that things might not be as simple as he thought.

But he didn't ask.

On the one hand, even if the two people are already together, they should have their own secrets and space, so they have to let the other party know everything.

...On the one hand, it was also because when he also went out to give a cup to the lone cup lid in Yu Sheng's hand, he was scanned by the death beam of the child, and he felt that he might die after further questioning.

Before going to bed for another half a day, the air conditioner at home was turned on high, and both of them sweated a little.

Yu Sheng took a shower, shoved Jin Linkun into the bathroom, and leaned on the bedside to play with his cell phone.

The junk circle money app of the summer camp has been in the corner of the phone for a long time. His mobile phone usually does not contain anything, and several mobile games that occupy space have been unloaded, and there is no memory worry.

I haven't organized my phone since the start of school, so I let this app lie until now.

The summer camp is over, and the forum does not know who is continuing to maintain it. Yu Sheng clicked in and turned over and found that there were still many people active chatting.

In fact, his account is not a problem, the problem is mainly in the purchase history.

I don't know who had the bad idea, it would cost more to see a photo.

Even if you spend money, you can get a conspicuous purchase record, which is hung on the login interface, marked in bold and red, "Thank you for your support and encouragement to this forum."

Not annoying.

Yu Sheng boarded his own number and clicked on the only purchase record.

I’m afraid that others don’t know what I bought. This purchase record actually comes with a thumbnail. It is said that the provincial demonstration is "the most popular friend with the most friends in the last session." In the picture preview, standing with a group of people in the sun smiles heartlessly.

...

Yu Sheng tried to delete the purchase record, and found that it could not be deleted, so he could only change his mind.

When Jin Linkun came out, he felt that his boyfriend had nothing to see on the forum.

"Why do you brush questions at this time?"

Jin Linkun had just taken a shower, with a warm warmth, wiped his hair and sat down next to him, a little curious about this more and more strange development: "Do you not sleep for a while?"

Yu Sheng took the phone and rubbed it against his forehead.

He was already sleepy.

However, the question was bought at a cost, even if it was just to push the previous purchase record to the second page, it would be too wasteful not to do it.

Yu Sheng originally wanted to buy a few sets of cheap questions, picking out the characteristics and doing it. As a result, I did not expect that these people are still updating the question bank recently, containing a lot of new question types, and the simulation test questions of several other urban areas in the province are also in it.

Then it has been done now.

"..." Jin Linkun couldn't help but touch Yu Sheng's hair after listening to the second half of his journey: "Friend--"

He just opened his mouth and met Yu Sheng's sight, coughing in time and closing in time: "Otherwise...I'll do it for you?"

He had to get up early the next day. Yu Sheng felt that his habit similar to obsessive-compulsive disorder should be corrected. He shook his head and stuffed his mobile phone with him: "I will do it tomorrow, and our teacher will ignore me in class."

Jin Linkun actually felt that this kind of plan was not very successful, but he nodded, cooperated with turning off the light, and put the mobile phone on the side of his bed.

Yu Sheng lay for a while with his eyes closed, and his mind was still the set of unfinished paper.

The traps in the following major questions are very delicate, and it is easy to miss the past if you are not careful. He didn't see it at first glance, and later he carefully examined the question twice before discovering it, but there is no guarantee that all the pits will be found.

There may also be a place where the interpretation of the questioner’s wishes is over-interpreted, but the answer is too tedious, which obscures the points.

Yu Sheng went through it several times in his mind and found that he couldn't help but want to look at the mobile phone.

Jin Linkun was lying on his side, counting 762 little dinosaurs, and Yu Sheng touched his elbow: "Brother."

"Thirsty?" Jin Linkun was not surprised and touched his forehead. "Wait a moment."

He propped up his arm, prepared to pour a glass of water to Yu Sheng, and was pulled back by the resistance of the cuff before he got up.

A child in the bed of their family was lying on his back, the quilt was well covered, and one hand was clutching his sleeve.

The quilt he covered just now was pulled a little high along the edge, covering a small half of his face, and his voice was slightly dull: "Brother, I can't sleep."

...

Jin Linkun's hands were not stretched at all.

Although he knew that his boyfriend probably wanted to give him the mobile phone he wanted to hand in, but Jin Linkun felt that there were actually other ways to open his mind a little.

Especially now this state is very suitable.

Yu Sheng was still thinking about the trap questions, but did not immediately respond, and looked up: "What way?"

"Don't move." Jin Linkun stretched his arms and fumbled to raise his hand to turn on the small bedside lamp. One arm rested under his shoulders, holding the person up a little: "Close your eyes."

Yu Sheng vaguely felt that something was not right, frowned, and had to speak, already covered with warmth and warmth.

It is reasonable to change to thicker pajamas in winter, but the air conditioner at home is too warm, and Yu Sheng does not like to sleep in three layers and three layers in the outer layer, still wearing the T-shirt that is often worn in summer.

The boy lay on his back on the bed, and the clear lines of his collarbone showed through a somewhat spacious neckline, making it clear that he was doing nothing, and the hand beside the bed fumbled back.

Closing his eyes disobediently, his pure black pupil still reflected his shadow and a little light.

Jin Linkun held the corner of his lower lip, grabbed his hand up and held it back, leaned down and covered the person.

...

In the second day of class, Yu Sheng not only failed to finish the unfinished questions, but even slept all morning.

Realizing that Yu Sheng is not so energetic, their class sports committee wandered all morning and finally found an opportunity when Yu Sheng returned after lunch at noon: "Brother Sheng, you can bring teacher Jin to the side of the basketball game at night. Is it?"

The limelight of the last training match was too strong, even the regular competition of the semi-finals.

After hearing that Class 7 Yu Sheng and his friends made it clear that they would not participate in the official game, many people were disappointed. The expectations of the post bar vote for the basketball game plummeted.

It wasn't until the Seventh Class Sports Committee came out and promised that although they wouldn't come, they would sit on the sidelines with their friends and guide them before finally saving the crumbling heat.

"But they are not here to watch basketball, but to watch Brother Sheng and Teacher Jin come."

Yao Qiang is actually not quite sure: "Can someone look at us by the way? Can it bring us a little traffic?"

"No, I can't bring it, but it doesn't matter."

The Sports Committee patted Yao Qiang's shoulder and thought very long-term: "Just leave two photos. When I went to college and found a girlfriend, I took this photo and told her that it was to cheer me on. Little girl in basketball."

Their very flexible thinking of the Sports Commission immediately inspired other male students.

Yu Sheng did not have any opinions, and took over the mask handed over by the life committee member: "Which class to fight with?"

"The second grade of high school, their top class in liberal arts of that year, was the one we gave free training to last time."

The Sports Committee guessed that he didn't know which class he was in last time, and gave him a detailed introduction: "The lead one was transferred from workmanship, called Chang Chi. There is something to do with the family. We at the same level, I heard that it was also the leader of their school."

...

Yu Sheng has not been in the rivers and lakes for many years, and he has no impression of this person. He yawned and nodded.

The basketball game is also quite a big event in the third middle school. The place of the semi-finals is set in the gymnasium, and the audience on the side is mostly full.

The four teams were waiting for their turn. Seventh class, as the defending champion of the last edition, changed their clothes in the separate dressing room. A group of people came out smartly wearing a basketball uniform that wrote "Seven Classes Must Win", and they couldn't be more energetic.

"Ask Lao Duan, did you take the picture? After a while I waved my hand and asked him to take two photos."

The Sports Committee maintained a reserved smile and paid tribute to the audience. He lowered his mouth and held his voice to communicate with Yao Qiang: "Let him take a few more photos, paying attention to the angle and light and shadow."

"No problem." Yao Qiang was still worried before, and I was also immersed in the virtual glory at this time, "I also let him P picture, the effect is definitely perfect."

...

A group of people became addicted, and until Duan Lei's hand holding his mobile phone was sore, he finally sat on the plastic seat on the sidelines.

Jin Linkun walked to the third middle school, and was taken to the gym by Yu Sheng as soon as he entered the school. He then sat in the coach seat and handed the hot milk in his coat to Yu Sheng: "Do you have to wear a mask?"

"They demanded that they should not bring too much psychological pressure to the enemy."

Yu Sheng put the straw into his mouth under the mask and drank two sips of milk: "It's okay, it's not hot."

Actually it's a bit cold.

There was no wind in the gym. If the air conditioner was turned on, the temperature on the sidelines was just right.

Yu Sheng simmered his hand with milk for a while, then turned his head and asked Jin Linkun: "How is this time better than before?"

"Ah?" Jin Linkun thought about it carefully, bent over and looked at the milk carton in Sheng's hand, and found that it was not the same as the one he bought before. "This time it's student breakfast milk, oat."

The milk before was of ordinary taste, but I didn't expect Yu Sheng to like it with a little bit of other flavor.

Jin Linkun flipped out his mobile phone, glanced at it again, and wrote a sign on the memo: "There are chocolates, strawberries, bananas..."

"Shut up." Yu Sheng interrupted briefly, "That's all."

Jin Linkun felt a little regret and put away his phone: "Don't you try another taste?"

Yu Sheng was a little bit big when he heard the name of the milk. He turned the milk carton in a direction and wrote the word "student" toward himself: "It's good not to try again."

Jin Linkun raised his eyebrows, raised his lips, and thoughtfully helped the third middle school who was drinking student breakfast milk to block the line of sight: "The team opposite, what is the leader?"

Yu Shenggang heard from the Sports Committee: "Chang Chi, the work skills are transferred."

According to the division of the two groups of people, he should have fought several times with this person, but just looked at it just now, and there is no special impression.

Their sports committee was also very curious about the classification of Sheng who can’t remember the resident: "What does it mean if you don’t have an impression?"

Duan Lei knows very well and raised his hand to him in a timely manner: "The explanation is that either Brother Sheng won too easily, or the other party really lost too much."

...

After listening to the seventh class, they deliberately pulled up a row of people to block Yu Sheng a little more strictly.

Under the full cover of the entire seventh class, the second and second grades of high school were still arrogant, remembering the defeat in the playground that day, led by Chang Chi to hit the basketball firmly on the ground: "How do you dare to play? "