Don't Talk To Me!

seven in the morning.

Yu Sheng rubbed his messy sleeping hair, pulled out an arm from the bundled quilt, and groped to pat it down.

The noisy mobile phone finally died down.

It was bright, but the room was still dark.

The curtains were not drawn tightly, and the glare of light barely squeezed in, falling crookedly on the floor.

The phone rang persistently again.

The system comes with an incoming call prompt tone.The volume is loud, and there is vibration, buzzing, buzzing, buzzing.

There is a posture that if you don't answer the phone, you will be shocked until the eternity.

With his eyes half closed, Yu Sheng struggled out of sleepiness, picked up his phone and pressed the answer button.

"Brother Sheng! Come to school!"

As soon as the call interface came out, a deafening voice came out of the phone: "It's seven o'clock! Where are you? It's dawn..."

Yu Sheng sat up suddenly.

The powerful instinct that has stepped into the school gate for many years quickly took over the control of the body. Yu Sheng threw away the phone, pulled off a half-sleeved sleeve and put it on, poured a large glass of water in one breath, and was about to jump out of bed when his gaze suddenly stopped. On a calendar that just had a page torn out.

Friday, November 7nd.

The third day of summer vacation.

"..."

Yu Sheng grabbed the phone, gritted his teeth and took a breath: "Your uncle! It's summer vacation!"

Yesterday the game encountered a suspected booster, and won a dozen or so games in a row with a silver.Unwilling, he played all night, and his head is still swollen as if it was filled with a bucket of paste, and it hurts when he twists and turns.

I originally planned to catch up on a full night's sleep today, but it was only seven o'clock, and I was actually dragged up by a phone call.

"It's summer vacation. There's an extra exam today. Brother Sheng, you forgot—the exam starts at [-] o'clock. Enter half an hour earlier, the one for the city's unified exam!"

The loud voice obviously failed to understand his pain, and it rang in his ears like thunder: "They looked at the list, and they heard that Jin Linkun will come to our school to take the exam this time! Just go back to the unified exam to get the first student! Last year! Waiting for him to win the provincial champion, but he suddenly dropped out of school for some reason..."

The legend of the god of learning has been circulating in various high schools throughout H City. The voice on the phone became more and more excited, babbling non-stop, as if he was suddenly inspired to change his mind and dive into the ocean of knowledge.

Yu Sheng had a severe headache, raised his hand to cover his eyes, moved the phone a little farther away, and bit by bit he was pulled out of the chaos that created the world.

There is such a thing.

He had clearly passed the final exams, but he didn't know what the fuss was about, and suddenly another city-wide unified exam was organized.

Computer-based test, joint test for nine subjects, [-] multiple-choice questions.

He also purposely dispersed the students, and took the trouble to divide the examination room into areas, and the city's ranking list gave out points on the spot.

The quick success has aroused the murderous aura that has always been undercurrent among several high schools in H City.

Yu Sheng yawned, pressed his temples and fell back: "No."

He fell on the bed, covered his eyes with one hand, and concentrated on brewing the sleepiness that had just been dispelled: "Anyway, I won't, forget about it."

A thousand choices will make you a dead person.

It is more meaningful to have this time than to go back to sleep.

Although Yu Sheng did stay up late, he always paid attention to health preservation. He must sleep for eight hours at three o'clock in the morning. For this, he also developed a superb ability to doze off by standing against the corridor.

He didn't intend to mess around with something as boring as studying theology.

He sighed heavily in a loud voice: "Who wants to go? It's not what Lao He said! You can answer blindly, but you can't skip the exam, otherwise the Academic Affairs Office will send a text message to the parents directly, or I won't come if you kill me..."

Yu Sheng moved his hand away.

He sat up with his arms propped up, and pressed his temples for a while: "When did you say that, why don't I know?"

"Just before the holiday—"

Thinking about it with a loud voice, he slapped his thigh: "Yes, it was the day you were taken to the corridor to sleep by the physics teacher!"

Yu Sheng: "..."

Lao He is their homeroom teacher, named He Jianguo, a little old man in his early fifties.He got along very well with a group of students whose total scores were not as good as a fraction of that of the experimental class, and they didn't have the serious airs of ordinary teachers when they spoke.

Occasionally, he would help them to get through the wind and put a whistle, and give some very accurate gossip.

Lao He said that he would send text messages to parents, so he would definitely send text messages to parents.

Maybe there will be some messy transcripts, end-of-term comments, and a promotional word about home-school cooperation and a win-win future that I don’t know where to download.

Yu Sheng sat on the bed for a while, took a deep breath, wiped his face: "Okay, squat down and pick him up."

The loud voice immediately became excited, and at the top of his voice, he added fuel and vinegar to the phone to broadcast him live the situation of the reunion of various schools at the door.

Yu Sheng got a headache when he heard it, so he pressed the hang up button and dropped the phone.

The phone bounced on the bed, and the screen went dark in an instant.

Yu Sheng let out a breath and stood up while holding his forehead.He picked up the quilt and hastily folded it in two, walked to the window, closed his eyes and pulled open the curtain.

Summer is just over, and the sky is still early.

The full morning light poured down on the head, instantly wrapping the furnishings in the room firmly.

Very spacious bedrooms, furnished with a water bourgeois up.

The laptop of the ThinkPad X1 hermit was randomly thrown on the table, the red light of insufficient power was on, a pure black earphone dangled from the corner of the display screen, and three small green snakes entwined were drawn.

It was quiet outside the bedroom, no one was there.

The aunt hired by the family resigned half a month ago and went home.I heard that my son is going to be in his third year of high school, and the pressure is too great. The mother deliberately put down work and went back to study with him to help relieve the pressure.

He was still living in school at that time, and he sent a red envelope to his aunt, and he never took the trouble to ask for a new one.

Yu Sheng walked into the bathroom with half-closed eyes, wiped his face with cold water, went back to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door and looked in.

It was empty, with two or three cans of beer placed, and a few takeaway fast food boxes scribbled in the corner for an unknown amount of time.

Still the same as before he came back.

Yu Sheng got used to it, scratched his hair, pulled a bag and swept the fast food box in, tied a knot and threw it at the door, and took it down and threw it away when he was about to go out.

The exam starts at 07:30, and you can enter the exam hall half an hour earlier, and you can get to the exam hall at [-]:[-].

He lives very close to the school, and he can get there in 10 minutes, so the time is not too tight.

Computer-based exams, online grading, and no need to bring a pen.Yu Sheng took out his school uniform and put it on, and walked around the kitchen again.

There are still a few apples on the window sill, brought by the aunt who has left, and grown in the orchard at home, saying that they are for him to try.He took a bag to school, and only a few were left, which have been kept on the small windowsill.

After being blown by the wind for half a month, it is already dry and crumpled.

Having just stayed up late last night, Yu Sheng doesn't have any appetite yet, and he doesn't bother to make food.Glancing at the pitifully stacked bags of instant noodles in the corner of the kitchen, he casually copied a barely-looking apple and put it in his pocket, carrying the garbage out the door.

Among the five high schools in H City, the third middle school has always been at the bottom of the general high schools with its orderly school spirit in chaos, stable penalty demerit rate and enrollment rate.

It happened to be located in the immediate vicinity of the top provincial key high school in the city.

The school ethos of the two schools is very different, and the source of students is very different. The school gates are facing each other and seem to be more than ten kilometers away, but the back wall is surreptitiously bumping against each other, and there are only two streets between them.

The two streets are commercial pedestrian streets. Vendors directly face students who are studying hard or playing truant. They are full of Internet cafes, KTVs and all kinds of cheap small shops. It is a bustling and extremely chaotic place.

It was so chaotic that every time something happened, it must be caused by the third middle school students.

Wearing the No. 17 Middle School uniform, Yu Sheng yawned today's No. [-], and bypassed the stalls enthusiastically selling suits that must pass every exam to passing students.

This kind of commercial street, which relies directly on students, will be obviously depressed during the winter and summer vacations.But today is the day of the city's unified examination, and many vendors set up their stalls early on. Both sides of the road are crowded with temporary stalls selling things, which directly doubles the congestion of the already narrow road.

"Produced by the Confucius Temple, you must pass every exam!"

The stall owner was very enthusiastic, holding up the triangular ruler set in his hand and swaggering in the wind, yelling: "Two pieces of plastic, five pieces of iron! With parabolic perspective, you will save you at least half an hour in the examination room!"

"A must-have artifact for exams, you can use it just by looking at it!"

"Buy a free bookmark, take the koi exam, get a score if you pass it!"

……

There was a sound of greetings, one set after another without repetition, and not long after, a few students couldn't resist the temptation, and hesitantly moved over.

Yu Sheng rubbed his ears, making a half-circle on purpose.

Those who do business are smarter than anyone else. They sell school supplies and never greet the students of No. [-] Middle School. Wearing a school uniform can save a lot of trouble.

This kind of exam will not do anything good, maybe it is the first-level selection of this innovation competition, and specially tricks those good students into a circle, so that they have to swim in the ocean of knowledge all summer vacation.

Yu Sheng came here today with his eyes closed, walked around the messy stalls, bought two buns and a bag of soy milk, and went straight to the back wall of the school.

There is a gap in the railing of the back wall of the school, which has not been repaired for so many years, benefiting generations of No. [-] Middle School students who climbed over the wall.

Yu Sheng's house is in the newly built high-end residential area behind the school. If you go around from the front door, it takes at least half an hour, but it only takes 10 minutes to climb over the wall from the back.

In my high school life, in the face of the benefits of being able to sleep for 10 minutes more in the morning, all the regulations that do not allow climbing the wall are paper tigers.

Yu Sheng was familiar with the road, stepped on the spot and walked half a circle around the back wall, found a clean place, opened the paper bag containing the buns with soy milk in his mouth.

The buns are freshly steamed, steaming hot and a little hot.

Yu Sheng turned his hand away, and just took a sip from the plastic bag of soy milk, when there was a sudden commotion in the originally secluded corner, and a group of people greeted him from afar.

Six or seven.

Upright, menacing, with a guy in his hand.

The leader is a boy with a broom head, biting a cigarette, wearing a school uniform crookedly, and stepping on a pair of arrogant white cement. His painting style is not at all focused.

Plastic bags are easy to spill, Yu Sheng protected the soy milk, and turned sideways politely, ready to make way for this group of people.

As soon as he turned around, he was surrounded tightly by people.

A few tall and muscular people stood in front of them, arms crossed, their faces full of not to be messed with.

Holding the limp soy milk bag in his mouth, Yu Sheng looked at the head of the broom staring at him gloomyly, looked at it for a while, and said hello to him: "Friend, I know you?"

It's okay if you don't ask, as soon as the words came out, the face of the broom head became even uglier: "You fucking—"

After cursing for a while, he suddenly remembered that he was the one who brought his brother to block people. After a pause, his expression gradually changed from annoyance to disdain: "Yu Sheng, do you think you can get by by pretending to be stupid?"

With a cigarette in his mouth, the broom sneered, narrowed his eyes and raised his chin: "I tell you, if I don't beat you to the knees and call Dad today, our trip will be in vain! You—"

Yu Sheng patted his head: "Ah."

Broom head: "..."

The condensed momentum was interrupted unexpectedly, the head of the broom was furious and its eyes widened, and it was about to explode, but Yu Sheng had already picked up the bag again, and seized the time to swallow two mouthfuls of cool soybean milk.

"friend……"

Yu Sheng finally remembered who he really was, rubbed his aching ears, and cut off the conversation in time before he continued to waste time talking nonsense.

"I just said it casually that day, you wouldn't really go out in the rain and walk into the wall, and the invigilator caught you three times during the exam, right?"