Don't Talk To Me!

Yu Sheng moved his arm.

He didn't make a sound, and his body was still tense.Jin Linkun didn't want to let go, thinking that it wouldn't matter if he was punched again, but suddenly something touched his lips a bit harshly.

Jin Linkun was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyes subconsciously, only to see the candy in Yu Sheng's hand.

After peeling it off, it hit his mouth directly.

The candy paper was firmly held in the palm of the hand, revealing an inconspicuous corner of the paper.

Yu Sheng pursed the corners of his lips tightly, and his eyes fell on him.

The boy's eyes were clean, and the undisguised true temperature fell directly into his eyes through the thin layer of irritability on his face.

It made his chest shrink slightly.

"How do you—"

Jin Linkun's voice was inexplicably a little hoarse. He rubbed his head and smiled, "Why..."

He didn't know what he wanted to say, and he didn't say anything for a long time.He just lowered his head slightly, took the candy from his fingers, and put it into his mouth bit by bit.

The milky aroma is wrapped in sweetness and spreads in the mouth.

Jin Linkun held the candy in his mouth, lowered his head, and buried it in Sheng's neck.

After a moment of silence, the person he was holding moved, a hand landed on his back, and patted him lightly twice.

The two bosses who left the study room hand in hand didn't come back until the end of the evening study.

All the students in the seven groups did not dare to leave, and they surrounded the last row of things that the two of them hadn't had time to clean up, and looked at each other to discuss countermeasures.

Cen Rui felt a little weak when he wanted to touch the big guy's exercise book, rubbing his hands together: "What should I do - can you help me take it back? What if they are not in the dormitory? To be honest, I even think this pile of straw paper Kind of sacred."

"Looking at the content is not sacred."

Liang Yifan became more courageous as he practiced, poking his head to study: "The two of them suddenly started to pass notes at the end of their chat. I didn't hear it, but I intuited that the content should be more irritating——"

Liang Yifan: "Exciting..."

His voice paused, and he fell into deep thought involuntarily as he stared at the writing on the paper.

Cen Rui immediately overcame the sacred aura of counting the straw paper, leaned over to take a quick look, and slowly opened his eyes.

A few lines of words were scrawled on the cursive paper.

The handwriting on the right is steep, even if it is written casually, the strokes are extremely beautiful.Add up and down and write two or three lines, which looks very clear and easy to understand.

The line on the left is not very clear, and there is a vaguely scrawled calligraphy.

Liang Yifan touched his chin.

Cen Rui squatted on the chair, took off his glasses, and did eye exercises for himself.

"What's the matter with you two? Brother Sheng really went out to fight with God Kun?"

The reaction of the two people was so strange that the group leader of the seventh group was also overwhelmed by curiosity, and couldn't help but also looked down: "We still need to ensure internal unity, and if there is a disagreement between Kunshen and Brother Sheng, we will also try to adjust... ..."

Seventh team leader: "..."

In the silence, Xia Junhua's voice rang out hesitantly: "Maybe it's the right-hand spiral rule?"

Xia Junhua gestured, looked at the words "hold for another minute", and guessed: "Maybe it's a more complicated topic, you need to hold it a few more times to determine the direction of the magnetic induction lines and current."

"..."

The classroom was still quieter than before, Cen Rui raised his head and couldn't help but look at him sympathetically: "Is it so hard?"

Xia Junhua was at a loss, before he could open his mouth, Liang Yifan patted his head reassuringly, and stuffed it under the table.

The seven groups of students guessed the whereabouts of the two big shots, and quickly expanded from the corner of the playground wall where it was convenient to make a fight to richer possibilities.

The two bosses who had been guessed to be in a small hotel behind the wall sat in the private room of the Internet cafe and ended the last round of the game.

Yu Sheng's patience was completely exhausted. When he fell to the edge of platinum, he cut off his tail to survive. He deleted Jin Linkun's trumpet friend, and watched him fall back to a rank that fully matched his strength.

Jin Linkun cleared his throat, a little apologetic: "My friend, actually——"

"The account is for you, don't say it's mine."

Yu Sheng cut off his words, took the instant noodles for two people to pour hot water: "Do you want ham sausage or marinated eggs?"

Jin Linkun worked hard for several rounds with concentration, and now he felt a little tired, rubbed his eyes, and leaned back in the swivel chair: "Anything is fine."

There was a kettle by the door, and Yu Sheng flipped the switch when it was on for the last round, and it happened to be boiling right now.

Jin Linkun felt that he should also do a favor, got up and followed, but was kicked by Yu Sheng: "Don't make trouble, go and sit down."

This person can even burn hot porridge, and Yu Sheng didn't want to know what unexpected magical effects could be produced if he poured hot water to soak noodles.

Just after dropping someone else's Immortal Star Diamond back to Gold Three, Jin Linkun touched the tip of his nose, sat back on the sofa beside him honestly, looked for the switch, and helped to turn on the light.

The Internet cafes near the university all pay attention to style, and the decoration conditions of the private rooms are better than the last.Their room not only has a sofa and coffee table, but also a small projection screen, which can play games and movies, and is dedicated to serving nights caused by various reasons.

Jin Linkun fiddled with the TV box for a while, picked a movie at random, and watched Yu Sheng tidy up the two boxes of instant noodles.

Yu Sheng's movements were very neat. He tore open the bag of cabbage and sprinkled it in, put in the bag and added water, sealed each side with a fork, and brought it back to the tea table: "Wait a few minutes."

He set a timer with his mobile phone, and when he looked up, he met Jin Linkun's eyes on him.

The man didn't move at all, so Yu Sheng frowned and put down his phone: "What are you looking at me for?"

"nothing……"

Jin Linkun rubbed his eyes and smiled: "I was thinking about how I can train you back."

Yu Sheng didn't even think about it: "No need, I don't really want to touch this game for now."

Jin Linkun: "..."

He looked like he wanted to say something more, he opened his mouth, but without making a sound, he leaned back on the sofa again.

Yu Sheng frowned.

He finally realized what was wrong with this man.

Most people owe favors, at most they will pay it back next time, even if they care about it, they will not always remember it.

But in Jin Linkun's case, this matter seems to be clearly divided.

It seems that all kindness has to be back and forth, and it is clear that if you owe something, you have to pay it back quickly.

Yu Sheng decided to blame him for this problem.

Before Jin Linkun could regain his senses, the bucket of noodles in front of him was lifted, and the steaming hot marinated egg was pulled out from another bucket, and fell into his bucket of noodles with a plop.

"..." Jin Linkun: "My friend—"

Yu Sheng picked up his bucket, moved it to the side out of his reach, and took two bites: "Who is your friend?"

His words were cold and impersonal, but his tone was not aggressive at all.

Jin Linkun froze for a moment, looking at the two marinated eggs floating and sinking in the noodle soup, his eyes silently rolled down.

The aroma of instant noodles is suddenly strong, the steaming white mist, the clean and bright boy, and the overlapping shadows in the light.

Inexplicably, everything seemed extremely real and clear.

Jin Linkun leaned over, raised his hand, and covered his head again.

His voice trembled slightly in his chest, mixed with the background sound of the movie, he rang out softly: "You."

Yu Sheng didn't expect him to answer, paused the fork in his hand, and looked up at him.

The boy hadn't drawn his hair yet, and his eyes were still round, so widened, the thin impatience between his brows had completely faded away.

The screen projector was buzzing, and the blurred light and shadow interlaced and changed, falling into the black and white pupils, and a little light appeared.

Looks extraordinarily... well behaved.

Jin Linkun couldn't help rubbing his hair, and the corners of his lips curled up: "I don't eat marinated eggs, I'm allergic to egg whites."

Yu Sheng: "..."

He is an idiot to care about this person any more.

Seeing that he got up and was about to leave, Jin Linkun laughed softly, pulled him back in time, hooked his shoulders, and pressed him back into the sofa: "Okay...I'll eat. I'll eat what you give me."

He didn't feel too hungry at first, but now he was wrapped in the aroma, and he actually developed some appetite, picked up the fork and took a breath: "It's really delicious, I have long wanted to try staying up late to eat instant noodles..."

Yu Sheng's fork had already stretched out when he was talking nonsense, and he simply separated the egg whites of the two marinated eggs, and snatched back half of them: "Is the egg yolk allergic?"

"...No allergies, this one is really not allergic."

Jin Linkun immediately picked up the noodle bucket, took two steps back vigorously, leaned against the wall and took a sip of the soup: "Egg yolk is delicious, especially with instant noodles..."

He was still trying to find words, but when he saw Yu Sheng put down the bucket, he immediately stopped talking, quickly stuffed an egg yolk into his mouth, and took a few mouthfuls of noodles.

Yu Sheng glanced at him, bent down and adjusted the focus of the projector a few times.

The screen swayed and became much clearer in a blink of an eye.

What Jin Linkun chose was a detective film, in the streets of England in the 19th century, the cameras are constantly interlaced, and the color tone is so old that it looks like foggy moisture.

Yu Sheng looked at it for a while, but was really not interested, so he took out his phone and opened WeChat to check.

Wechat has accumulated a bunch of unread reminders. Duan Lei from the seventh group, the third middle school, and the [-]st classmate have already started to go back to school to make up lessons. Send a photo of a thick stack of exercise books.

The leader of the seventh group also sent him a message for no reason, telling him to pay attention to his body and rest early.

...Probably because he just had an inexplicable and sensational fever.

Yu Sheng answered a few notes casually, leaned back on the sofa behind him, and read the notice to him: "There will be a lecture tomorrow morning, so it's not mandatory, it's like giving out a thermos."

Jin Linkun raised his eyebrows and suddenly became interested: "Do you want a water glass? I can—"

"Do not want to."

Yu Sheng didn't even want to hear the word water now, so he cut off his words: "Liang Yifan helped take the things back, let us go to his dormitory to get them."

Jin Linkun was still thinking about cultivating a good habit of drinking red dates and wolfberry tea for his roommates. He felt a little regretful when he heard this, so he agreed, and then bowed his head and ate the noodles again.

Yu Sheng simply packed his things, leaned back on the sofa, and played with his mobile phone and watched movies casually.

Detective films can't be watched if you miss the details. Yu Sheng didn't force himself to guess who the murderer is, just listened to the excitement, and his body unknowingly relaxed in the somewhat lengthy dark tone.

I don't know why, but every time I have this person by my side, it seems to be easier to sleep.

After all, not long after he had a fever, Yu Sheng was still more tired than usual. He dragged Jin Linkun out to play games for half the night, and now he also began to feel tired, and his eyelids sank a little.

Just as he closed his eyes, the temperature behind him pulled him out of his drowsiness again.

Yu Sheng opened his eyes, looked at Jin Linkun who came to his side again at some point, and tried to put his arms around him and leaned on his shoulder: "What are you doing?"

"..." Jin Linkun coughed lightly, and told the truth, "I thought you were asleep."

Yu Sheng felt that this answer itself sounded quite wrong.

He couldn't sit still when he had a fever, and he had to drink water and take medicine. Of course, it was understandable for Jin Linkun to help him.

But when both of them are awake and there is no unexpected situation, this action seems strange for no reason.

"No need." Yu Sheng moved to the side, "Be normal."

Jin Linkun still raised his arm, touched the tip of his nose with his left hand, and pointed to the screen: "It's quite normal, look."

On the bench in the picture, a man in a suit and leather shoes is also embracing the person around him with one hand, letting him lean on him.

Yu Sheng didn't watch this episode, he frowned and raised his head: "What are they doing?"

"It's nothing...in fact, it's quite a normal action."

In fact, Jin Linkun didn't watch the movie at all, so he forcibly made up the plot and told him a story: "These two people knew each other before, and then met again by chance. They reunited after a long absence, and they are chatting—"

Before the words were finished, the killer in suit had already pushed off his sunglasses coldly, put away his gun, got up and left.The person who had just been embraced by him slid down softly, a puddle of blood dripping from his body.

Yu Sheng: "..."

Jin Linkun: "..."