Don't Talk To Me!

The rising new ninth-level number has become a new hot spot on the forum, and Song Heming is not worthy of having a name, and has been stepped into the dust of history.

Except for some unintentional forums, the seven groups of students fought against the trolls for [-] rounds under the leadership of Cen Rui. They watched the posts banned by the administrator, and then turned their attention back to the increasingly frequent exams and lectures. .

"There are still three exams this week, and there are competition-related lectures on weekends."

Ding Zhengjiao took this week's schedule and read from the podium in the self-study room: "Students involved in the exam will receive a seat list tomorrow, and the weekend lecture is a teacher who specializes in tutoring chemistry competitions in the province. They will randomly receive mock papers on the spot, and the subjects are not fixed. , each person is limited to one..."

In the middle of the summer camp process, there are more and more lectures of various kinds, and various exams related to self-enrollment are mixed in between the intense rehearsals every day.

Under the leadership of the team leader Ding Zhengjiao, seven groups of students set up a mutual aid group to help students who have exams to find information, take meals and answer the questions, and strive to provide the best preparation environment for each candidate.

Yu Sheng received the job of bringing meals, and these days he and Jin Linkun walked over the wall to the night market, resulting in a very attractive aroma that occupied the entire corridor on the fourth floor for several consecutive nights.

The seven groups of students became more and more familiar with each other, and their awe of the evening self-study became less and less. Only after the words fell, the following was already full of excitement.

"Can you all go? Help me, and I will thank you later!"

Xia Junhua quickly rummaged through the arrangements on the phone: "The one who came on the weekend is Hangyu, and their simulated volumes are of very high quality, and they cannot be bought in the market!"

After all, the proportion of competition students is small, and each person is limited to one set. Even if everyone goes, they will not be able to get a few sets, so they can only ask other students to help them make up the number.

Xia Junhua begged for help back and forth, and asked all the people he could ask for: "I will answer for you later, please come to me directly if you don't want to go to any lecture..."

Lao Wan happened to come to see the evening self-study, so he came down for a stroll, listened to it for a while, and was very interested: "Can I go too?"

Xia Junhua was too involved in finding someone, so Xia Junhua didn't notice the teacher coming in, and was taken aback: "Wan, Teacher Wan. They may only want students—"

"It must be possible." Cen Rui reacted quickly and covered his mouth, "Mr. Wan, we all agree that you just need to change into a school uniform and wear a hat, and you won't have any pressure to sneak in among us."

Xia Junhua: "..."

Lao Wan was very happy, asked about the time and place, made an appointment with everyone, and continued to walk out the back door at a constant speed.

As soon as Lao Wan's figure disappeared outside the door, Xia Junhua rushed over, grabbed Liang Yifan's neck and shook: "Are you brother? Why didn't the teacher call the police when he came in!"

"I'm sitting in the penultimate row, and it's not easy to be the lookout."

Liang Yifan resisted stubbornly: "Forget about the director of the inspection, if Lao Wan comes, he will call the police. Do you think you are worthy of Lao Wan?"

Cen Rui added: "Although Lao Wan came to check the evening self-study, besides octopus balls and roasted gluten, have you confiscated other things?"

Reasonable and well-founded, Xia Junhua opened his mouth, glanced at the two big men in the last row who were immersed in the ocean of knowledge together harmoniously, and sat back convinced.

"To be honest, I think Lao Wan's style doesn't match the H Zhong he was born in..."

The more he thought about it, the more curious he became, and he couldn't help poking Kong Jiahe, the deputy team leader who was rarely doing a quiz: "Old Kong, is your teacher Wan like this in H?"

Kong Jiahe seemed to have something to say from just now, but he didn't know how to join the chat.Being poked by him, he breathed a sigh of relief and blurted out: "Student Xia, I can also help."

"..." Xia Junhua had almost forgotten his original intention, and thought for a while: "Okay, great, thank you, deputy team leader."

Kong Jiahe adjusted his glasses, grinned happily, and seriously set the alarm clock for the weekend, then buried his head down and continued to study the questions.

Xia Junhua leaned on Liang Yifan's shoulder and looked at it for a while: "I seem to understand."

Before finishing the topic in his hand, Liang Yifan raised his head with a pen in his mouth: "Huh?"

"That's it." Xia Junhua touched his head, "Everyone is pretty cute."

Even the schools at the level of the big devil are the same, except that they are a little harder than others, but they are actually quite cute.

He was still feeling emotional, but Liang Yifan's shoulder under his arm suddenly trembled.

Xia Junhua was puzzled: "What's the matter, am I wrong?"

Liang Yifan pushed his arm away, and solemnly emphasized, "Yes, that is, I may not want to hear this word for the time being."

Xia Junhua: "Which word?"

"Adjective." Liang Yifan guided the way precisely, "The one after the adverb."

"..."

Hua Jing student Xia Junhua flipped through the Chinese grammar book on Kong Jiahe's desk and sat back in his seat.

After the evening self-study, in order to express his gratitude to the whole group of students for their generous support, Xia Junhua must invite everyone out for dinner.

"I'll be on stage next week, and I have to find a more suitable place."

Ding Zhengjiao is very conscientious, and divided the time of the seven groups of students into blocks very carefully: "KTV, the midnight show is cheap. Except Kunshen and Brother Sheng, the rest bring their instruments there, and they can eat snacks and rehearse. "

The seven groups of top students were very well-behaved, and half of them had never been to KTV, so they started packing their things immediately with excitement.

"Are they all so active?" Xia Junhua was dumbfounded, "Isn't it still a little friend who started a camp and stepped on the morning light to chase knowledge?"

Cen Rui: "No, I shoulder the two important tasks of harmonica and maraca. Don't stop me from pursuing art."

Liang Yifan: "Can KTV accommodate me whistling? Will people come and bother me like a hot pot restaurant?"

"No." Cen Rui patted him on the shoulder, "It's the waiters who bother you all the time in hot pot restaurants. They think your induction cooker is going to explode."

Liang Yifan happily started to pack his schoolbag, and by the way, under the adoring gaze of a group of people, he turned around familiarly, and asked him in the back seat for the addresses and prices of various KTVs.

After the seven groups of students gathered their enthusiasm for asking questions, Jin Linkun gathered here all the strategies for eating, drinking and having fun around N University, and they were all sorted out very clearly.I quickly found the KTV part and sent it back to him.

Xia Junhua still felt that the world was changing too fast, so he turned around, trying to seek comfort from Kong Jiahe: "Deputy team leader, are you going too?"

"go."

Kong Jiahe seriously put down his pen: "Teacher Wan said that this month may be a month that we will remember deeply for many years, so if there is a chance, we must try everything we can do at this age. "

Xia Junhua opened his mouth, rubbed his hair, but didn't speak.

A group of people left the school in a mighty way over the wall, and under the friendly guidance of God Kun, they chose a KTV with a moderate price and good conditions, and booked the largest box.

Even though they came to rehearse, a group of dutiful academic masters couldn't help being excited when they came to a brand new world. They put down their schoolbags and musical instruments, and explored various details in the new world first.

Cen Rui ran around, touched the microphone, touched the screen, and pulled the people around him to the song request screen: "This is too simple! What song do you want to sing? I'll give you—"

Cen Rui: "Something..."

Seeing the erhu that Kong Jiahe took out from behind, Cen Rui cleared his throat: "Deputy team leader... are you going to do it now?"

"I'll give it a try and see if I can keep up."

Kong Jiahe put some rosin on the bow and put a cloth on it: "You can sing, don't worry about me."

"..."

Cen Rui's hand hesitated in front of the screen for a long time, but he still deleted a row of passionate new songs, and reopened the golden years on the leftmost column.

The microphone of KTV has magic power, even those who are out of tune can't help but try it twice, and there is a certain chance to trigger the ultimate effect of holding the microphone and not letting go.

The piano couldn't be moved, and Yu Sheng killed Jin Linkun's wish to go back to the dormitory to get a small electronic piano.The two of them had nothing to do, so they leaned on the sofa and watched the seven groups of students line up in an orderly manner to get microphones between rehearsals.

Yu Sheng played the piano for more than ten years, and he couldn't stand the completely out-of-tune magic sound piercing through his ears. He touched a piece of orange and ate it. He leaned on the sofa with earphones on and read page after page. focus.

The quality of the fruit plate in this store is good. Yu Sheng stretched out his hand while flipping through the book, wanting to take another piece, and a plate of oranges was handed to him.

They were all peeled, and they were arranged in a circle in a yellow and clear manner, with toothpicks stuck on them, and they still had a fresh and refreshing fruity fragrance.

Looking up, Jin Linkun was not catching up on sleep, and looked at him sideways, his eyes bent: "Which one do you want to eat?"

"Have you recovered from your insomnia?" Yu Sheng stuffed an orange petal into his mouth, glanced at the rich fruit plate that had already reduced one category, "Forget it, leave something for the masses to quench their thirst."

Jin Linkun smiled, moved a little closer, and ate a slice of orange.

Playing the piano requires not only a sense of musicality, but also muscle memory, which can only be achieved by intensive practice day after day.Recently, I have allocated a lot of time to practice the piano, and the progress of the review has been squeezed out and slowed down a lot.

Yu Sheng still had to catch up on the content that he had hardly read in the first two years of high school, so he picked up the plate and delivered it to him, moved the book to a slightly brighter place, and turned another page.

The open book was suddenly pressed gently by a hand.

The book was placed on his lap, and a very steady force passed through the pages and fell covertly.

"Go back and look again, it hurts your eyes here."

Jin Linkun pressed the book and patted it twice: "If you're bored, go out with you to get some air."

The lights in the KTV box were too bright. Jin Linkun specially instructed Cen Rui to turn on the ceiling light, but the light was still dim. It was okay to see people, but it took a lot of effort to read.

"Not boring." Yu Sheng sat up a little bit, took off an earphone, and looked at the seven groups of students who let their repressed nature go wild: "Aren't you going to sing a song?"

Jin Linkun looked up, looked at the group leader of the seventh group whose new world had been opened by the microphone, smiled and shook his head: "Forget it...don't be too public."

It's rare to meet this person and he knows not to be too public. Yu Sheng raised his eyebrows and couldn't help guessing: "Do you have skills that are more fatal than playing games?"

"..." Jin Linkun hadn't upgraded his roommate's gold trumpet to platinum until now, touched his nose, and tried to explain: "My friend, that incident was an accident—"

Before he could finish the explanation, he was interrupted by howling ghosts and howling wolves.

"God Kun, Brother Sheng!"

Cen Rui danced around all night and became more and more courageous. He came to ask for help: "Help, the team leader will continue to sing, only you can stop him..."

Yu Sheng raised his head, looked at Ding Zhengjiao who was gazing at the screen affectionately and the seven groups of people who were in pain, and couldn't help but twitched his lips.

Recently, Jin Linkun has been getting along well with the people in the seventh group, almost answering every question.Yu Sheng didn't worry about it, he put the earphones back into his ears, lowered his head and flipped through the book leisurely.

"..."

Cen Rui covered his chest: "Brother Sheng, you can't ignore it just because it's fun. The sound insulation of the earphones is also limited. I don't believe that the penetrating power of the team leader can't affect you..."

"Noise canceling headphones, the effect is quite good."

Jin Linkun was very considerate to help explain: "There are songs playing in it, unless someone is talking close to the ear, you can hardly hear it."

"Is the effect so good?"

Cen Rui couldn't believe it. Looking at his very experienced appearance, he couldn't bear to doubt for no reason: "Then what should we do? If this continues, it may be either he dies or we die..."

Kunshen is very reliable in being helpful, raised his eyebrows slightly, pondered for a while, and lowered his voice to provide an idea.

……

Two minutes later, Liang Yifan borrowed the erhu from Kong Jiahe, the deputy team leader, and saw off the team leader's affectionate performance with fire.

Everything was back on track, Ding Zhengjiao blushed and couldn't stop apologizing, all seven groups passed unanimously and turned off the microphone, connected to the recorded piano accompaniment, and continued to concentrate on rehearsal.

Yu Sheng didn't really read the book, and pretended to turn over a few pages. Hearing the vague howling of ghosts and howling wolves turned into a familiar dance of demons, he subconsciously raised his head.

Jin Linkun didn't have a small electronic piano to play, so he sat beside him very lonely, and when he saw him look up, he put his arms around his back.

"Why?" The sofa was too soft, and Yu Sheng was a little tired from sitting. He sat up with the support of his arms behind him, "I want to participate so much, let me get you the piano?"

Jin Linkun coughed lightly and touched the tip of his nose: "No... I didn't finish talking just now, let's continue."

Being interrupted, Yu Sheng almost forgot what he just said, and after thinking about it, he remembered that this person tried to explain to him which is better, playing games or singing.

The topic was very boring. Yu Sheng lowered his head and did not intend to continue discussing this issue: "There is no need to continue. In my opinion, you have no better skills than playing games."

The feeling of watching the account fall from the star diamond with his own eyes is too unforgettable. Yu Sheng feels that he still needs a period of baptism before he can erase this unforgettable memory from his mind.

Jin Linkun actually smiled modestly and shyly: "That's right, I'm really better at singing than playing games..."

"..." Yu Sheng couldn't help but raise his head, wanting to remind him that he wasn't praising him, the deep voice in his ear continued to sound through the music: "If you don't believe me, I'll sing it for you."

The book in Yu Sheng's hand turned a page, and for some reason, he stopped talking and wanted to go back.

Jin Linkun's expression was quite serious. He touched his mobile phone connected to the earphone, and glanced at the song he was listening to: "Which one are you listening to? Let me try—"

After a pause, Jin Linkun carefully looked at the record spinning on the phone screen, raised his eyebrows, and couldn't help but bend his black eyes behind the lens.

Yu Sheng snatched the phone back and poured cold water on him: "I am familiar with your style of music, lest you suddenly become holy and I can't keep up."

Jin Linkun thinks this reason is very appropriate, and it can perfectly explain why his roommate is reciting geography at the KTV while listening to the church organ hymns.

Every time this person took advantage of something, he would get carried away easily. Yu Sheng glanced at the uncontrollable smile on his lips, pressed the phone, and his shoulder was embraced by the padded arm behind him.

"I can sing." Jin Linkun pressed his hand to turn off the player, "Don't move, I'll sing for you."

The two of them were already sitting close to each other, but when he leaned over like this, they were almost stuck together.

His body temperature was a little higher than that of Yu Sheng's. The slightly warm breath swept across his neck, which made Yu Sheng frown and his shoulders tensed: "Sing, sing quickly, don't talk nonsense."

The earphones were still plugged in, and Yu Sheng raised his hand to take them off, but Jin Linkun was already close to his ear, singing in a low voice according to the progress of the lyrics on the screen.

The low, slightly sandy voice is close to the ear, and it is clearly transmitted through the powerful noise reduction band of the earphones.

Yu Sheng paused and turned his head slightly.

……

"Can I use a harmonica here? To be honest, I don't think I can take on such an important task as a solo, or a job like shaking a maraca is more suitable for me..."

Cen Rui felt very stressed while practicing, and hugged his little maraca tightly, trying to hide in the torrent of the whole piece of music: "God Kun, look at this score——"

As soon as he raised his head, his voice stuck in his throat for an instant, and his eyes widened in astonishment.

"There must be emotion here, and the triangle must be struck emotionally... What's wrong?"

Ding Zhengjiao, who was instructing the team members to adjust their status, raised his head and looked over: "...Uh, save my classmate?"

"I've told you, I'm called the Internet, and meeting is fate. That weak name at the beginning is no longer suitable for me."

Liang Yifan came out of his melodious whistle, rubbed his cheeks and raised his head: "What's the matter?"

Everyone was looking at another corner, and he followed suit, blankly: "Is there something wrong?"

Xia Junhua rubbed the Tianying acupoint twice: "What are they... doing?"

"..."

Liang Yifan had no hope for this group of people who made a fuss and refused to admit the reality. He waved his hand casually, and continued to lower his head and immerse himself in his whistle world: "If you think about it better, maybe God Kun is a vampire who has lived for hundreds of years. , caught brother Sheng as food, and was trying to bite his neck open."

……

Most of the students in the seventh group were still at a loss, looked at each other for a while, lowered their heads under the control of the instinct that appeared for no reason, and continued to study their musical instruments.

Amid the creaking and diligent music, Jin Linkun circled his arms and asked Yu Sheng to put most of the weight on his shoulders, sticking it to his ear, and singing hymns to him line by line.

He sang much better than Yu Sheng imagined, and his intonation was very stable. At first, he was slightly out of tune with the rhythm of the accompaniment, but after singing a few lines, he completely matched it.

The ears were blown uncomfortable by the airflow, Yu Sheng turned his face slightly, and after listening for a while, his shoulders relaxed in the arms behind him a little bit.

The KTV's light is really not suitable for reading. He hastily flipped through a dozen pages, his eyes were already a little sore, so he simply leaned back and closed his eyes.

Jin Linkun raised the corners of his lips, raised his arms, and gently rubbed his head twice.

The slightly deep and magnetic voice, which was already clearly different from the boy's, has softened every inch of its sharp edges and corners.

Putting on his helmet and unarmor, he whispered English words and sentences, accompanied by the grand accompaniment of the organ in the earphones, falling in his ears.

Chopin triumphed over the organ.