Don’t Talk To Me!

Not counting the results of Sheng and Yang Fan, the average English score of Class 7 is slightly different from that of Class 1 after the decimal point.

The students in the third middle school are of average source, and there are not many outstanding students in the top class. In addition, the previous English teacher can't be liked. The English of the first class is the weakest one.

But in the past, the class with the lowest score has been able to catch up with so many, the teachers have been surprised, and they all defaulted to the seventh class to win this unwritten bet.

The students in Class 7 were not reconciled. Under the leadership of Mr. Jin who came to pick up the brothers, they collected the papers and reviewed them. Finally, they found two questions that the teacher missed and judged wrongly in a paper. Added it.

After the points were changed, the seven class students held the lollipops requested by the class teacher and went back and forth ten times at the door of the class with raised eyebrows.

...

Finally, the director of the Education Department held the electric car battery back to the class one by one.

When Yu Sheng and Jin Linkun went out, the class was quiet.

A group of people who still want to know how much they can do are hard at work. Yao Qiang scratches his head desperately, the sports committee holds the pen, his eyes are rounded, and he seems to be able to eat the set of rolls in front of him.

"A meaningful day."

Jin Linkun was supposed to be boring and waited for the following. Let's take a look. I didn't expect to participate in such an exciting historic moment: "So is my level of supplementary lessons good?"

This man began to swell from hearing the English results of Class 7. Yu Sheng glanced at him and decided to cooperate with him first: "Good."

Jin Linkun was very happy, looking at no one in the corridor, couldn't help but think about the hand of Lala's boyfriend.

The motive is too obvious, Yu Sheng did not hide, and he loosened it together: "Did you buy all the dishes?"

"bought it."

Jin Linkun was easily satisfied, took his hand and walked forward: "Your class does not need to fill up other subjects, such as language--"

It was only halfway through. Several boys in Class 7 went out together to get dinner, and turned over the stairs and hit them head-on.

Their classmates now see that Yu Sheng’s response is highly unified, quickly and straight, and took out a portable version of the necessary ancient poems from his pocket: "Just not see it! The water of the Yellow River comes to heaven! The rush to the sea does not return..."

Do not squint attentively.

I didn't see any extra content.

Jin Linkun touched the tip of his nose and changed his mind: "such as math..."

Yu Sheng flipped through the phone and showed him a text message from Jin Linkun's teacher.

After discovering that the champion of the liberal arts in the school next door could control Jin Linkun, the teachers of the provincial demonstration began to send text messages to Yu Sheng in turn.

The two text messages that Yu Sheng recently received are both suggestions from students Jin who are too active in mathematics subjects. It is recommended to try to use normal people's common methods to solve problems.

"..."

Jin Linkun crossed his mind and coughed a little: "Friend, you may not believe it, in fact, I am also a little bit involved in history and land administration."

"Science supplements for science students."

Yu Sheng raised his eyebrows and remembered hearing the group of people in the class chatting at that time: "You dare to teach, they may not dare to learn."

Regarding Jin Linkun’s habit of answering questions in a jumping manner, there is still a result to be sorted out. If you answer the essay questions, you still don’t know what to do.

—Indicate the change of salt content in the wetland in the future, and explain the reason.

-Change: increase.

-Reason: Obvious.

Yu Sheng felt that it should still leave a way for the students of Wenzhong No.3 Middle School.

It seemed that there was really no chance to play the residual heat. Jin Linkun was quite lost and calmed down and walked forward.

Bored by his words, Yu Sheng was clear for a while, and he took two shots of the chalk dust stained on the podium: "What's wrong?"

Jin Linkun was dragged by him, and he was amazed: "Friend, do you think the students in your class need to learn to twist the cube?"

"..."

Yu Sheng let go of his hand and lifted it to touch his forehead.

Jin Linkun was a little dazed: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Yu Sheng withdrew his hand. "It's just to see if the sudden unemployment has really such a big impact on people's mentality."

Suddenly, the unemployed tutor was upset all the way and was carried back by his boyfriend.

Jin Linkun’s parents came back in the early morning, and the dishes were as bad as they were early.

Yu Sheng marinated the ingredients that he needed to taste, and boiled two soups in advance. He felt that Jin Linkun's room was too messy, and he threw people into the sofa, and he packed the room.

Jin Linkun looked at the overly tidy room, and was a little afraid to enter the door: "Isn't it like that it has a more breath of life like before?"

"Duan Lei said, one-fifth of the reason he was beaten was to confiscate the room."

Yu Sheng flipped his phone and checked whether it had fallen: "Do you usually use a pen tip to poke holes in curtains?"

...

Jin Linkun decided to follow along.

Yu Sheng should have initiated a solicitation response in his class, "Why would he be beaten by his parents for whatever reason?" The mobile phone contains all the suggestions from class seven students.

It looks almost like a history of blood and tears among teenagers.

"It doesn't matter, my parents shouldn't beat me because I fished out our goldfish and fed the cat."

Jin Linkun took Yu Sheng's shoulders and looked down one by one: "It shouldn't be because I burned the kitchen and didn't give me meals... The kitchen you saw has been rebuilt after our house burned for the fifth time ."

There is a row of smoke alarms on it. The kitchen utensils are all fireproof. The masks and gloves are all within easy reach. Special towels are provided for wetting.

Yu Sheng held the phone and looked up at him.

Jin Linkun touched his hair and took the opportunity to stuff him with candy: "What do you think?"

Yu Sheng contains sugar and is very straightforward: "I was thinking about what mysterious power will protect you from living to the present."

It may be the kind of portable space that Duan Lei talks about, or some mysterious stone rune that can continue to add blood.

Otherwise, a life may not be enough to beat.

Jin Linkun couldn't hold back and smiled on his shoulder: "I burned it three times, and the rest was burned by my parents and my mother. No one in our family would cook."

The Jin family is a family that is a bit too casual from any angle.

In the matter of cooking, Mr. Jin and Ms. Li have little experience, but they also have the courage to challenge.

When Jin Linkun was in elementary school and junior high school, his family basically relied on the aunts who served the meals to supplement their nutrition. Later, it was difficult for him to go to high school, and his body was almost the same size, even the aunt did not invite him.

"So they often travel a lot now."

Jin Linkun explained to her boyfriend: "After all, you can eat outside when you travel, you don’t need to go home to cook, or do the housework."

The plan was very successful.

Yu Sheng felt that there was some omission in this successful plan: "So what do you eat?"

"I am a mature son." Jin Linkun calmly, "should learn to go to the cafeteria by himself."

In the winter and summer vacations, when the school canteen is not open, you should learn to find a summer camp yourself, or take the initiative to find a place such as youth training camp.

In fact, even if he chose the provincial demonstration at the beginning, it was because the dining hall of the provincial demonstration was very delicious. Not only the Chinese and Western snacks and drinks, but also the flavor windows around the country.

As long as the Teppan steak is not closed on the second floor of the East Canteen, Jin Linkun has no plans to transfer to school for the time being.

Yu Sheng was still a little incomprehensible to the atmosphere of their home, holding the phone and frowning for a while.

Jin Linkun hugged him and looked at the child with a very serious look. Some corner of his heart unconsciously and quietly ached.

Yu Sheng contained that piece of sugar for a while, and was about to cook, and suddenly Jin Linkun touched it in the corner of his lips.

"Don't make trouble." Yu Sheng pulled the head off his shoulder, "Go make your sugar-mixed tomatoes, put sugar in a spoon, don't just take the bag down--"

Jin Linkun closed his arms and put his lips close to him: "No trouble, I want to kiss you."

The man lowered his voice and slammed people. Yu Sheng's words came to a halt, and he didn't continue.

Jin Linkun circled him in his arms.

A simple kiss without any other meaning.

The sweetness of the sugar was divided into half, and it was changed to a very soft breath, a little warm and warm, from the mouth to the entire chest.

"Don't leave in a while." Jin Linkun touched his hair and looked down, "Meet my parents?"

It is normal for boys in high school to take their classmates home. Friends came over to play, too late to go home and spend a night at home, even without extra explanation.

But because of their relationship, it seems to have a very different meaning.

Seems to see a parent quietly.

Jin Linkun waited for his response, Yu Sheng raised his head, his lips slightly stretched: "Next time."

He nipped Jin Linkun's clothes, leaned back on his feet and kissed him back, biting off the remaining half of the sugar halfway through: "I'll talk next time."

Jin Linkun watched their children turn around to cook, but did not immediately follow.

Yu Sheng cooked a few dishes, put the insulation cover on the table, and took the dish of sugar-coated tomatoes from Jin Linkun and placed it in the middle.

"Friend." Jin Linkun looked at his only work. "No kidding, I think it is in the middle, it is a blasphemy for this table..."

Yu Sheng couldn't resist holding the corner of his mouth and patting his shoulder: "There is no blasphemy with garlic seedlings. I went back to see it, and the rest turned yellow."

The pot of garlic seedlings in their house started to turn yellow independently without knowing why. I thought of various ways, changing water and garlic, and moving it to the heating had no effect.

Jin Linkun believes that it is the seasonal reason. The change of sunlight angle and the decrease of insolation duration cause the garlic seedlings to find insufficient sunlight, so the chlorophyll of the garlic seedlings is reduced.

Yu Sheng felt that he should be scared by the pot of salted garlic seedlings.

"It doesn't matter, I think I can learn to scramble eggs with them sooner or later."

Jin Linkun was very confident in himself and helped him put the radish rib soup on the table: "True fragrance, can I try it before my parents come back?"

Yu Sheng squeezed the remaining half of the white radish into his mouth: "No, there is steamed buns on the sofa, eat it with spicy sauce."

...

Saying it was impossible, Yu Sheng finally gave him a small bowl of soup, picked out a little bit of the same dish without affecting the presentation, and mixed a plate on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

In the living room of Jin Linkun’s family, there is also a TV from Yu Sheng’s house. No one knows what to look at. The usual task is basically to block the wallpaper on the back of it from colors that are not the same as elsewhere.

Before becoming a tutor, Yu Sheng casually mentioned the requirement that "when I was in high school, I wanted to watch TV to relieve my boredom".

Jin Linkun managed to study for a week, and finally mastered the skills of using TV and set-top box thoroughly, and turned on the TV proficiently with a background sound.

Both of them stayed for half a night, but it was even more uncomfortable to get up again after sleeping. They didn't even lie down. They sat on the sofa and played with mobile phones.

By the end of the year, all TV stations were filled with a strong atmosphere of quitting the old. A lot of news has begun to summarize the development of this year, while looking forward to the new goals for next year.

This year's New Year's Eve, the lunar calendar is now at the end of the winter month, and December can be completed in a blink of an eye. It is almost time for winter vacation in January.

Jin Linkun changed several news stations, put down the remote control, and flipped over the advertisements of the "Happy College Entrance Exam for College Entrance Examination" and "Winter Holidays for Senior High School Seniors in Winter" on the mobile phone.

The word happy is placed in the middle of the college entrance examination sprint, and it has a very strong sense of fraud. There are very few people who click into it and there are very few comments.

These winter camps are privately sponsored, mostly imitating the model of Kong Jiahe's school, and strictly urge students to compress their relaxation time indefinitely and sprint with all their heart. It may indeed have an immediate effect on scoring, but if you really want to participate, you will undoubtedly suffer.

In particular, the "lunch time only 5 minutes" as a selling point.

Jin Linkun withdrew from the advertisement and touched Yu Sheng's arm: "What are your plans for the winter vacation?"

The seventh class was also talking about this. Yu Sheng took a sip of soup and turned his phone to show him: "Learn."

Lao He's math problem is actually a little idealized, but class seven students don't care.

After all, it has been this year. Too many things have fallen before, and many foundations are a problem. It is better to learn more than not.

Zhang Luo, the monitor of their squad, gathered together to check for vacancies and communicate with each other during the holiday, because everyone may face too many problems and was asking Yu Sheng if there was time in the group.

Yu Sheng didn't mind helping with the topic, but he returned two messages and agreed to the winter vacation training plan: "What about you?"

Jin Linkun has not settled yet.

Their family usually gathers together at the end of the year. When the year ends, the family regroups and flies to a warmer place for the Chinese New Year. They usually stay until February.

The children don’t seem to be able to go together. Jin Linkun is planning to come back early the next year, but he needs a suitable excuse.

It's all a matter of time, and maybe there will be changes.

Jin Linkun didn't rush to tell Yu Sheng, he simply agreed to two sentences, and also chatted with the seven class people about the confusion and trouble in learning.

After midnight, weary and climbed up little by little.

Yu Sheng calculated the time, and thought that Jin Linkun’s parents should have flew to the province at this time, and put the bowl of soup on the table: "I will wait for you at home?"

"Not in a hurry."

Jin Linkun picked up his clothes and quickly turned to the alternatives he had designed earlier: "Wait for me, I will pick them up and walk together."

Yu Sheng washed the bowl and put on his coat to get the schoolbag.

He finally checked Jin Linkun's house and confirmed that there should be no omissions. He was about to go out and was caught by Jin Linkun's arm as soon as he turned around: "Wait a minute, I suddenly got a set of very sophisticated math papers ..."

Yu Sheng was dragged by him. He did not stand firm for a few steps and almost knocked on the door frame.

From the beginning, he felt that Jin Linkun had something to say. Looking at this man’s unusually tough excuse, he stood for a long while, and still couldn’t help but bend his mouth: "Then you pass it to me, I will go home and do it."

This method was unexpected by Jin Linkun. He touched the tip of his nose and coughed a little: "It's a paper version--"

"Yes." Yu Sheng said very well. "You take a picture of me, remember to send the original picture."

...

As a matter of common sense, the plan can almost fail here.

But after all, the children are so close to the edge of the pit, Jin Linkun is still very reluctant, and feels that he can work harder: "The invisible anti-counterfeiting coating of a special material is painted on it, reflecting, and it is not clear."

"..."

Yu Sheng feels that his respect for this human brain circuit has reached a peak in a certain sense.

There should be some time left, Yu Sheng did not rush to leave, put down the school bag: "OK, you can show me."

By the way, he took out his mobile phone with great exploration spirit: "You take it, let me take a picture to see what effect the invisible anti-counterfeiting coating has."

Jin Linkun: "..."

It’s rare for a boyfriend to be so genuinely lost. Yu Sheng looked at him for a while and couldn’t help but hold the corner of his mouth and pulled the person over: “It’s okay, just one day, you have a good birthday.”

He knew what Jin Linkun was thinking, but felt that there was nothing to come up with.

The uncomfortable things quickly broke away and the uncomfortable one passed away. In the heavy rain that day, he had already vented all the vents, and the encounter had completely changed his mood.

It didn't seem to care as much as before.

Of course, Yu Sheng also wants to give Jin Linkun a birthday, and also wants to meet Jin Linkun’s parents, and wonders whether the so relaxed and warm family atmosphere in his mouth is really still edited.

But it seems not so suitable.

It’s such a big deal that his parents came back to give his son a birthday, and he can’t bother to come and disturb him.

Especially Jin Linkun was unhappy last birthday.

It is only once for an adult who is eighteen years old. I can't make it up next birthday, but I can try my best to be as happy as possible.

Yu Sheng held his wrist, did not release it immediately, and stood for a while.

He was not going to have a relationship with Jin Linkun, he let go of his hand and touched it in his pocket, preparing to give him a gift in advance. The person on the opposite side suddenly sulked and said: "I have a birthday at home, our children eat buns at home cold water."

Yu Sheng: "..."

He bought steamed buns purely because he was too lazy to cook rice. His home was also piled with several boxes of portable instant hot pots from Haidilao, and a box of snack ham sausages stuffed with a box.

But Jin Linkun no, Jin Linkun thought this matter was worthy of hypocrisy: "When I eat a bite of cake, I want our children to have a bite of buns."

"The two of us met for the first time last year today, and we can't spend the first anniversary together."

"Children helped me prepare a table of dishes, and then I went home by myself, waiting for me at home alone."

"He's the only one at home, and there are two pots of garlic seedlings and two grasses, black gourds, no sound..."

Yu Sheng felt that the scene he described was a bit too far from reality, and he couldn't help interrupting: "Wait a minute, why is Heilonglongdong, can't I turn on the lights and let a song be heard?"

...

Jin Linkun was even more sad: "Too lonely, he has to sing to himself."