Don't Talk To Me!

The audience was a bit chaotic, with all kinds of voices.

The lecturer finally came to his senses and came belatedly trying to persuade them to make peace. Wan Yongming, who came back from a walk with the seventh group, asked about what happened back then, and he couldn't help being dragged to the sidelines.

Jin Linkun tightened his arms and hugged the man into his arms again.

A year ago, he thought it was no big deal and normal to have friends.

The popularity in the class is also very good, a group of people play together, desert and skip classes together, throw any questions to him, and wait for him to write down the answers and throw them back.

Grades and admissions seem to be that important.

It’s so important that you can put it in the back row, it’s so important that you were a friend who was playing games together the day before, and you can hand over the original question you bought to him the day after, and say that it’s a question from the training class , ask him to help do it again.

The worst incident of leaking questions in the number competition over the years, the original question was sold out with a clearly marked price, and the higher-ups came directly to the investigation team, and happened to find the filled paper in the dormitory.

When Jin Linkun was called, everyone in a dormitory was there, and everyone's head was so low that they couldn't lift it up.

When he was writing the paper, he was still playing games, and he didn't understand anything. When he figured out what was going on, he had already carried the biggest suspicion on him.

"Think about it carefully and think clearly."

The people in the investigation team looked stern, "There will definitely be new questions in the final. Whose paper is this? If you cover each other, everyone will be disqualified from the final together, you know?"

He stood opposite everyone, watched Yan Zhi raise his hand in despair, and pointed at himself tremblingly.

……

second hand.

The third one.

A copy of the test paper has been circulated throughout the dormitory, and everyone knows the test questions.

So no one dared to tell the truth, for fear that once Yan Zhi was identified, they would be turned around and dragged out.

His handwriting is on the paper, he does not want to be recommended for the college entrance examination, and he will be given special care by the school to keep his student status if he has an accident.

The punishment was decided in this way.

He participated in the competition just for fun, and he was familiar with all the colleges and universities he recruited.The vice principals of several colleges joined forces to intercede, but his high school principal broke his leg running back and forth, and only withdrew his probation by one level.

The next day, he was sent back to the school, and the headmaster sat wearily behind his desk, sighing deeply while holding the punishment.

His senior year in high school was paused in such a hasty and sloppy manner.

Jin Linkun closed his eyes and groped for Yu Sheng's hand.

As soon as he reached out, he was firmly grasped.

The palm of his hand was still a little cold, and his slender fingers clenched him tightly. With the other hand, he took out all the candy from his pocket and stuffed it into his palm.

Jin Linkun froze for a moment, his eyes softened a little, packed the candy one by one, peeled off one, and touched it to his lips.

Yu Sheng stared down without moving, his lips were pursed white, and he did not move.

Jin Linkun waited for a while, and without forcing him, he took the candy back naturally and put it in his mouth.

……

After the turmoil passed, the school slowly breathed a sigh of relief and began to persuade him to go back to class.

For all the school leaders who ran up and down to keep him running, the most important thing is to press this matter down and remove the punishment from him, so that he can successfully take the college entrance examination a year later, and the rest is all It's a trifle.

But it's clearly not the case.

After the matter was resolved, he also tried to go back to school, but it didn't work.

The school kept this matter a secret, and no one knew what happened. Those involved had signed guarantees and never came to the school again.

It stands to reason that everything is over, and it doesn't matter even if you go back to class.

But it just doesn't work.

On the day he reluctantly returned to school for class, he couldn't stay any longer after staying for a long time, so he rummaged out of the back wall, found an Internet cafe at random, and ordered two cans of beer.

Then, because he didn't know how to drink, he choked the boy in the No. [-] Middle School uniform on the next plane.

……

Jin Linkun slightly twitched the corner of his mouth, retracted his thoughts, and patted Yu Sheng on the shoulder: "Don't fight, be obedient."

His arms relaxed a little, he lowered his head, and his eyes bent again: "If you are detained for another year, I will probably be the first one in our school to complete five years of high school."

Yu Sheng didn't intend to cooperate with the joke he told, so he glanced at him and pushed his arm away: "Let go, I won't fight."

The strength in that hand was very gentle, Jin Linkun smiled, and let go of his hand in cooperation.

Yu Sheng didn't do anything as promised, walked to Yan Zhi's side, and squatted down.

Yan Zhi's face was pale, and he struggled to back up: "You, don't do it—"

"I won't touch you."

Yu Sheng's eyes were cold, and he turned his eyes to the audience, and glanced at the thin and tall boy with a disturbed expression: "How many of you—have you all signed a contract and escorted you?"

Hearing him mentioning his ever-uneasy heart disease, Yan Zhi's expression changed instantly, and he stammered: "It's already, it's fixed! It won't be changed, the college entrance examination is over, and definitely can't be changed..."

Yu Sheng raised his eyebrows slightly: "How do you know?"

In the past six months, he has been repeating the nightmare of the incident being revealed and the escort being ruined. Yan Zhi shrank his eyes, moved his lips twice, but did not make a sound.

"Good luck."

Yu Sheng twitched the corner of his mouth, and his voice softened: "The journey is smooth and the future is bright."

His tone was too cold, and anyone who heard it knew that it could never be a blessing.

Yan Zhi was instinctively uneasy, and opened his mouth to speak, but Yu Sheng had already stood up, pulling Jin Linkun down the stage.

No matter what the audience's attitude was, Yu Sheng didn't want to let Jin Linkun stand here and be pointed at, grabbed his wrist, and dragged him out of the auditorium all the way.

None of the students in the seven groups left.

Kong Jiahe tore a piece of paper from the counting herb, one of the seven groups counted one by one, squatted at the door and wrote their names all over it, and a few people who didn't make it to the exam also specially sent back messages and asked their roommates to help them sign.

Team leader Ding Zhengjiao held the paper, stood under the stage, his eyes were red, and he raised his arm and handed it to Lao Wan.

The director in charge of the lecture had almost figured out what was going on, and his face was a little uneasy, so he didn't continue to teach others, and urged Wan Yongming in a low voice: "Mr. Wan, take your group of students away first, and talk about it later if you have anything to do."

As soon as Lao Wan took the paper, he raised his head when he heard the words, and lifted the brim of his hat: "No, Director Jiang. The students in our group jointly requested the higher authorities to conduct a thorough investigation. This matter is more complicated. It may have to go through N University. apply to all schools..."

The director, one head and two big, lowered his voice: "Don't make trouble for yourself! Take it away, just tell them we will investigate—"

Lao Wan was very persistent: "Will you investigate?"

"It's over, how can we investigate?!" The director said impatiently: "What's the big deal? They're not your students—"

Lao Wan: "They are my students."

The director was taken aback and frowned.

"They're all my students, and they're all watching what we'll do."

Wan Yongming looked serious: "Whether it can be re-investigated is a matter of the future. They are fighting for their friends. This matter is very important."

The seven groups were silent, and a dozen or so boys and girls were almost insignificant handfuls in the entire auditorium, but they all stuck to the side of the stage without moving a step.

The director was forced to have a headache by this group of students, and pressed his forehead hard: "Impossible... I know that you are complaining about your classmates, but it has been so long, how can I find out? This year's college entrance examination is over, even if I check again , didn’t he also take the same college entrance examination as you?”

He could somewhat understand the mentality of the students, so he looked around in the crowd and saw Xia Junhua who came to ask how many sets of simulation questions he could get before the lecture: "That classmate——are you a contestant? You're messing around too, Are you not afraid of being disqualified from the competition?"

"If you cancel it, you can cancel it." Xia Junhua didn't care, and glanced at the few people on the stage, "I even learned the competition, so am I afraid of taking the college entrance examination again?"

The director choked on him and said nothing.

"It can always be checked, right? Who bought the question, the purchase record, monitoring."

Cen Rui pushed up his glasses, "At that time, the investigation was so fierce, did you just judge the handwriting and witnesses directly?"

Ding Zhengjiao: "For such a big event, there must be backup data. Can you check it again?"

Kong Jiahe's face was flushed, and he added after a long while: "First there is virtue first, then talent. We will definitely not go to any school that wants them."

……

Wan Yongming took a few steps forward, stood beside the students, and handed over the paper: "We are all adults now, and the little things in the rules of adults are very important to them."

"Very important."

Wan Yongming: "It's important enough to determine what kind of adults they will grow up to be in the future."

Yu Sheng dragged Jin Linkun out of the auditorium and asked him where he wanted to go.

The sun was so bright that it barely left a shadow on the ground, and the heat wave fell on the face, so hot that the ground was faintly white.

Jin Linkun held his wrist tightly and thought for a while: "Can Internet cafes work?"

"..." Yu Sheng got a little headache from the sun, and raised his hand to press his forehead.

Since the car overturned last time, he hasn't stepped into an Internet cafe for half a step, and even once felt that he might give up the game soon.

Jin Linkun recovered quickly. He looked down at Yu Sheng's hand holding him, moved closer, and used his shadow to shield him from the sun. His eyelashes drooped: "My friend, I have just one wish..."

"Stop." Yu Sheng cut off his words before he thought of beating someone again, and dragged him over the wall.

Sitting in the box last time again, Jin Linkun was almost nostalgic, touched the long-lost projector, and greeted with mixed feelings.

Yu Sheng leaned back in the gaming chair, his eyes fell on him, and he remained silent.

Jin Linkun couldn't stay idle, remembering that he had picked more than half of the movies, reopened the selection panel, and turned back page by page: "Watching movies? I remember a few good ones. I won't watch detective movies this time..."

Yu Sheng: "Brother Kun."

Jin Linkun bent over and paused the movements of his hands.

He paused for a while, stood up straight, and smiled: "Okay, it's okay. It's all over, you wait for me to pass the college entrance examination for you this time—"

Yu Sheng: "Brother."

Jin Linkun: "..."

The projector was in the corner, and Jin Linkun was still facing away from him. He held his breath for a while, and forced a grin: "My friend... I can't help it when you're like this."

"Then don't bear it." Yu Sheng stood up from the chair, "Hug me."

Jin Linkun's shoulders tensed slightly, trying to insist: "Actually, it's not necessary, I—"

Yu Sheng walked over, pulled him up, and strangled him tightly.

Jin Linkun's heart skipped a beat.

In fact, it is not the first time to hug her. The temperature of her chest is quite familiar, the short hair that is a bit prickly, the smell of clean washing powder, and the slightly cool body temperature. Everything is so familiar that she seems to have remembered it clearly.

But there is something clearly different.

Jin Linkun lowered his head and gently hugged him.

The arms behind his back were too tight, and he was a little out of breath. He didn't intend to say, but just lowered his head tentatively, and gently rubbed the boy's temples: "Yu Sheng."

The body between the arms was almost trembling because of too much force, and it was still exerting its strength regardless.

Jin Linkun was dumbfounded, and stroked his hair.

His little friend obviously came to comfort him, but it was even more uncomfortable than him.

I have come here after living alone for so long, I have come here after suffering so many grievances, and I don’t care much about the dusty trophy certificates from that year.

Just because of that little thing about him, I feel so uncomfortable.

"It's okay, ah."

Jin Linkun patted him on the back lightly, and when he spoke, his voice became hoarse for some reason: "It's over, I'm very good now."

He really thought he was lucky, lowered his head slightly, and lightly touched the tip of Yu Sheng's hair with the tip of his nose: "If it didn't happen, how would I have met you—"

The steam of the micro tide suddenly felt cold on the neck.

Jin Linkun opened his mouth, but the words suddenly got stuck in his throat.

What can be said and what cannot be said suddenly flooded into my chest in a mess.

"It's a foul, kid..."

Jin Linkun cleared his throat vigorously, took a deep breath, the unsatisfactory wetness still came out, and he could only blink a few times: "What's the matter, what's wrong?"

Yu Sheng didn't know what was wrong with him.

Just a thought, this happened on December 12th.

Jin Linkun's coming-of-age ceremony is a cold punishment with an uncertain future, and the sudden collapse of something he once believed in.

The Jin Linkun in that photo, the Jin Linkun described by the vice-principal a year ago, is still smooth sailing and has a bright future.

I still get along well with my friends, I still trust everyone, and when I get a paper, I dare to answer an entire chapter eloquently.

That punch was still too light.

Pushing back the moisture in his eyes, Yu Sheng let go of him, turned around and wanted to go to the bathroom to wash his face, but he suddenly grabbed his wrist.

Yu Sheng stopped in his tracks: "What are you doing?"

Jin Linkun looked at him fixedly, the corners of his lips twitched, but he didn't say a word.

The boy's wrist bones are obvious, holding it in the palm of his hand, it feels a little bit tight, and the slightly scalding temperature spreads little by little.

Jin Linkun circled his wrist, unconsciously exerting force on his fingers: "Yu Sheng, I can—"

Yu Sheng frowned and met his gaze.

Those eyes were still clean and clear, black and white were so clear that no impurities could be tolerated, Jin Linkun's chest shrank, and he suddenly woke up.

……

Facing the impatient eyes of the children, Jin Linkun opened his mouth and blurted out: "Can I give you a lecture?"

Yu Sheng: "..."

Jin Linkun: "..."

The air became quiet, and when Jin Linkun felt that this request was too much and was about to make a break, Yu Sheng had already turned around and sat down: "Okay."

Jin Linkun was startled.

"You speak."

Yu Sheng pulled the schoolbag that he had brought with him before leaving the auditorium, and found out the two competition questions that Jin Linkun stuffed in: "I'm listening."

……

When the seven groups of students anxiously searched for the two missing members all the way, and finally found the entrance of Morning Star Internet Cafe, what they saw as they squeezed at the door was a somewhat miraculous scene.

Two people sat on the sofa in the private room of the Internet cafe, and a box of instant noodles was placed beside one of them.

Kunshen had the competition questions spread out on his lap, writing and drawing in detail on the paper, and had already explained most of the physics competition questions to his roommate.

"Although it's a bit inappropriate to say that..."

Having basically figured out what happened back then, Xia Junhua looked at the scene in front of him in shock: "God Kun, is this—is he trying to make up for the regret that he didn't give a good lecture to others this year?"

"..." Liang Yifan had a headache, "Yes, right."

Cen Rui was inexplicably moved: "Brother Sheng has paid too much for their dormitory..."

Ding Zhengjiao coughed softly: "Thinking about it better, brother Sheng also gained knowledge for the physics competition questions—"

"What a shit."

Finally seeing the person who came to save the scene, Yu Sheng pressed hard on his head that was about to explode from the friction of the small slider, pushed away the exercise book and stood up: "I am a liberal arts student, don't you all know it by now? "