Don't Talk To Me!

On the first day of the provincial college alliance summer camp, the two tied for second and became famous in the whole camp.

One was because he made a speech that required too much beating on the stage, and the other was because he complied with the strong will of everyone in the audience and beat him up directly.

Wan Yongming is an old teacher with rich teaching experience. He calmly pulled the fence, and continued the interview at the same time: "Don't do it. There are many ways to solve problems in our life without doing it... Then Yu's trick is what?"

Yu Sheng twisted Jin Linkun's arm backwards, looked up at the microphone handed to him, and looked up in disbelief.

Teacher Wan was very patient, and stretched his arm forward again, and thoughtfully passed the microphone in through the gap between the two people.

Yu Sheng: "..."

He kind of understands why this sweeping monk has been able to sit on the H middle and high school front for many years.

Jin Linkun was pinned by his arm, and he had no self-awareness of plagiarizing the answers face to face. He reciprocated enthusiastically and helped him with ideas: "Study hard, review scientifically, and put your mind right..."

"Go to bed at four, wake up at seven."

Yu Sheng didn't look at him at all, pressed his shoulder expressionlessly, and pressed down hard: "Beat the people who don't like you every day."

Before the list of the newly arranged dormitories was sent out, Yu Sheng hadn't thought that he would be able to overturn the car for the second time so soon after he had already put his poisoned milk into this pyramid scheme.

He soon had the opportunity to beat up people who didn't like him every day.

Looking at his new roommate who was putting his kraft paper bag on the table in front of him, Yu Sheng stood in the corridor, slammed the door against that face expressionlessly, turned around and left.

He felt that there might be something wrong with his brain.

You can skip class, and summer camp is not a concentration camp.He could go home immediately and sleep for a day and play games for another day, but somehow he wasted such a long time in this kind of place.

Yu Sheng came in a concise manner, with a schoolbag on him.Traveling lightly, I walked half a circle around the unusually vast campus of N University, and found a relatively friendly enclosure.

The weather in July and August is hard to predict. Although the sun was still so poisonous at noon that Kuafu seemed to be chasing it, it was overcast this time, and clouds began to rise from the horizon.

A few dragonflies glided on the grass blades, and the air gradually took on the unique coolness before the rain.

Yu Sheng took two steps back, ready to flip up.

Suddenly someone called his name behind him.

Yu Sheng didn't know anyone here except Jin Linkun, so he frowned instinctively and turned to look over.

It was a tall and thin boy who called him.

Wearing glasses and wearing the school uniform of the famous private high school in City B next door, with one hand in his pocket, he walked towards him.

The scope of this summer camp covers the whole province, and each city allocates places according to the quantity and quality of schools. Those who can come are basically the top high schools, and they are more or less arrogant.

The arrogance of this person in front of him was particularly obvious, looking him up and down, his expression almost showed obvious disdain.

"So it's really you. I still can't believe the name, I thought I made a mistake."

The boy stood still in front of him, with a flash of sarcasm in his eyes, he leaned closer and lowered his voice: "Others don't know, but I don't know? The second place in the province... How did you get in, did you get the answer?"

Yu Sheng: "..."

It's not easy to be a top student, and of course he can understand a little arrogance.

But he saw these people provocative and harsh words, probably like these people saw him as an auxiliary line, and he didn't quite understand why the other party could make such a simple thing so complicated.

The boy wanted to continue talking, but Yu Sheng couldn't help rubbing his ears, and interrupted sincerely: "Wait a minute—"

Normally, Yu Sheng would habitually add "friend" as a greeting before getting ready to start.

But after being called so much by Jin Linkun, he inexplicably felt that this word became as embarrassing as the black shirt, so he simply deleted this sentence completely in the opening remarks.

There were so many people who wanted to fight with him, Yu Sheng really didn't recognize who this person was, and felt that he was already polite enough, so he looked at him carefully again: "We know each other?"

The boy choked and stared at him, his face darkened instantly.

"You don't know me? Isn't it when you grabbed my spot?"

He sneered, and finally couldn't help it anymore, raised his hand to pull Yu Sheng's clothes: "Isn't your family rich?! You can buy anything, no matter how hard we try, you just need to stretch out your hand!"

Yu Sheng frowned, separated his hand casually, and stepped back half a step.

After being reminded by him, Yu Sheng finally vaguely remembered who this person was, and tried to think of his name: "Song——Shen Ming?"

When he was in junior high school, he was still in the best private school in city B. There was a national art report performance, and each school shared the places to put on the show, and his school happened to be the piano soloist's turn.

A top private junior high school, with a lot of piano tenth graders.This Song Shenming seemed to be the most skilled among them. He started preparations early on, and in school he directly assigned the spot for the performance to himself. He practiced hard in the piano room every day for a long time.

As a result, when the jury came, Yu Sheng was still forcibly pulled back from the basketball court by the teacher, and sat in front of the piano for half an hour.

"Stop pretending, I've already asked, you're in your most trashy high school, aren't you?"

Song Shenming's expression was a little gloomy, and he approached Shen Sheng: "You are at this level - worried that you won't be admitted to a good university, and come to the summer camp to be gilded? I advise you to save yourself, this is not the place for you..."

Yu Sheng sighed.

He wanted too much to save this thought.

If it wasn't for the person in front of him suddenly calling him out of nowhere, he would have jumped over the wall and left the place where he shouldn't have come.

He has actually listened to Song Shenming play the piano a few times, his skills are so dazzling, and the rhythm is fine.But because too much attention is paid to showing off skills, the tension is dry and emotional, and the overall completion is actually very low.

This incident left a deep shadow on Song Shenming. Yu Sheng didn't want to provoke him any more, so he rubbed his wrist, ready to remind him that as long as he made way, he could get out of here smoothly.

However, Song Shenming was not aware of it. The anger that was inexplicably snatched away from the opportunity that he was originally determined to win was once again aroused to the peak after seeing him, and he sneered in a low voice: "Some people have no one to teach them in life. What's the use of having money? It will be a disaster sooner or later." -"

Before he could say the last word, his neckline tightened suddenly, and he involuntarily took several steps back, his back hitting the wall heavily.

The overbearing thrust made his chest constrict, his eyes darkened, he opened his mouth and did not make a sound.

With a calm expression, Yu Sheng held him against the wall: "What did you just say?"

The sky has become extremely gloomy, the wind is getting colder, and the big raindrops are falling one by one.

The young man had sharp shoulders and no expression on his face, but there was already a distinct sharp chill on his body, which couldn't be neutralized by his extraordinarily soft and beautiful appearance.

He easily carried him with one hand, and the coldness between his brows and eyes was about to come out.

Song Shenming's impression of him was still yawning and playing Bach on the piano casually, his throat moved, and he felt apprehensive: "You——what are you going to do? This is not a place for you to mess up!"

"Then tell me, what am I doing here?"

Yu Sheng narrowed his eyes, raised his palms upwards, and raised the corners of his lips: "I have no one to teach, and I still have money, don't you know very well?"

Song Shenming was so strangled by him that he couldn't speak, he murmured twice, and finally showed a deep look of fear in his eyes.

The thunder rolled, and the big raindrops fell, and a rain curtain was torn apart in a blink of an eye, making the leaves rattle and rattle non-stop.

Yu Sheng stood in the rain for a while, slowly let go of the hand holding him, and threw Song Shenming on the ground casually.

Yu Sheng lowered his eyes and said calmly, "Get lost."

Song Shenming was terrified, struggled to get up, and ran out of sight in a blink of an eye.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and it was icy cold, and it hurt people.Yu Sheng was not in the mood to climb over the wall, so he found a tree at random, took off his coat, which was already drenched, and leaned against the tree with his eyes closed.

play piano.

After staying in No. [-] Middle School for too long, if Song Shenming hadn't bumped into him suddenly and mentioned this matter, he would almost have forgotten that he could play the piano.

He was three years old when he first started playing the piano. He was picked up and placed on a piano bench not much shorter than him.

Both parents were there, one was smiling and rubbing his head, and the other was taking advantage of his wife's inattention and quietly stuffing white rabbit toffee that was never allowed to eat in his hand.

The memory of candy stopped at the age of seven, and I haven't touched it for many years, and the taste of the white rabbit has faded into memory a little bit.

Later, Yu Sheng had a whim, and he tried to buy a bag himself. The milk taste was very strong, and the sweetness was a bit greasy, which did not suit his taste.

I don't know why when I was a child, I would get entangled in one and stuff it in my mouth when I was crying and screaming.

The trees can't keep out much rain, the wind blows and pours water into the drenched clothes, and the chill goes straight to the bones.

Yu Sheng took a deep breath, expelled the blurry images from his mind, and was about to find a place where he could avoid the rain, when the rain suddenly stopped.

Yu Sheng was slightly startled, subconsciously raised his head.

An umbrella rests on top of his head.

I don’t know which summer camp’s logo is printed on it. At first glance, it looks like a souvenir. The quality seems to be good, but it’s a bit small, basically enough for one person.

Jin Linkun was holding an umbrella, and the cuffs of his shirt were a little wet, folded up a few times, and loosely stuck between his elbows.

The umbrella was too small, and as soon as he stepped back, the raindrops got into his neckline, and he was shocked, so he had to lean forward: "Friend, I brought such an umbrella, to cooperate with—"

Yu Sheng didn't intend to cooperate, so he raised his hand and pushed the umbrella back: "No need."

He turned around and left, and within a few steps, the umbrella took the trouble to block it again.

Sometimes Yu Sheng couldn't figure out where his kindness came from, and after shaking it off a few times without shaking it off, the irritability that had been suppressed all the time finally surged up completely, and he grabbed the arm he handed over again, sinking his shoulders hard One.

All this time, he was actually holding back his fire.

Maybe it started when I was in No. [-] Middle School, or maybe earlier, every time there were empty seats at the parent-teacher meeting, I was picked up less and less often, and finally only the busy tone was left on the phone, and when I returned home, it was so quiet and silent at night. Anxiety and irritability accumulated little by little.

He also couldn't figure it out, isn't it that his parents have their own new families and lives, and they don't lack money for him and don't support him, what is there to be pretentious about.

There's nothing fucking hypocritical about it.

Yu Sheng closed his eyes forcefully, took a deep breath, grabbed him with all his strength, pulled him towards him, and threw him under his shoulder.

Jin Linkun's skill is no worse than his, so he doesn't need to keep his hands like every time.Yu Sheng really wanted to have a fight, even if his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, as long as he could vent his irritability, he could do whatever he wanted.

He didn't leave any space in his hands. He thought there would be a strong resistance, but the person he was holding didn't even move, and he just fell out firmly, hitting the rain-soaked ground with a muffled sound. on the grass.

The umbrella then fell to the ground and rolled around twice.

Yu Sheng was startled.

Jin Linkun was lying on the ground, his shirt was completely soaked, his forehead was wet and sticky, and he looked a little embarrassed.

However, he was still calm and lazy, just lying on the wet grass, groping to take off his glasses that were muddy by the rain, stretching out his hand towards Yu Sheng, waiting for him to come and pull him.

Just like when he believed that Yu Sheng would definitely take his glasses.

Yu Sheng couldn't help but frowned, and belatedly recalled the other party's promise of "I'll make you fall down next time", he got angry for a moment, and went over to pull him up: "Do you have a brain? Such a heavy rain—— "

Jin Linkun was pulled to stand up by him, his black eyes were bent, he raised his hand to his head, and rubbed it.

Yu Sheng was grabbed by the back of fate's neck again, and his voice stopped unconsciously.

"I saw it, and it doesn't hurt to fall here."

Jin Linkun picked up the umbrella perseveringly, held it over the heads of the two soaked men, stroked his hair, and handed it over with the other hand that was still clenched: "Cooperate, the dormitory is quite far away."

He stuffed a big white rabbit toffee and it fell into Sheng's hand.

The candy paper was still dry, with the slight warmth of the other palm, it was gently rolled twice.

Yu Sheng: "..."

Why has this factory been open for so many years?

The author has something to say: God Kun is very serious about flirting with his wife, but I don’t know why the character design always moves closer to the old father.