Don't Talk To Me!

For the next two hours, Yu Sheng couldn't help but fell into the painful thinking of "how to make up the next five questions".

At the same time, I tried my best to restrain the strong urge to greet the whole family of the question bank maker.

This question bank seems to be specially designed to torture people who are going to be blind. From time to time, a prompt will pop up according to his answering speed and the distribution of options, so that he has to correct his attitude again and type carefully and concentrating on the next group. Brand new ABCD combination.

Even so, occasionally I was forced to rethink for ten seconds because I got caught too quickly.

Yu Sheng held the mouse, took a deep breath, and raised his head when he was forced to stop for the third time.

The entire examination room was filled with a strong and positive examination atmosphere.

Several invigilators patrolled back and forth, and the key provincial students were all engrossed in the battle, reading and solving the questions quickly.

The examination room was so quiet that a needle could be heard, except for the occasional click of a mouse.

Duan Lei was sitting next to him, staring at the screen, chanting words, the tip of the pen poked like straw paper, and his face flushed a little.

He is not a material for studying, and he usually does not listen to the class.But the family is strictly controlled, and you will be beaten if you don't get good grades. You still have the most primitive and deep awe for exams.

Yu Sheng didn't disturb him, slowly let go of the mouse that was almost crushed, and looked away.

These people didn't know that Yu Sheng was actually not obedient.

The reason why he didn't want to cause trouble wasn't because his true love was so overwhelming that he didn't want to confine the outdoor delivery business, it was just that he didn't want the school to notify the parents.

I don’t want to stand in an office and explain to a new teacher why no one cares about text messages, no one answers calls, and no one comes every time I invite parents.

After living like this for many years, there were no major disasters or illnesses, and he grew up to the age of 17 like everyone around him. Yu Sheng is already used to this kind of life.

But I don't intend to tell others over and over again how I live.

After being locked for ten seconds, Yu Sheng counted the seconds and clicked on the options one by one.

My stomach hurts a bit.

At the age when half a child eats a poor old man, half a pancake is really no use, and it will be digested after half a morning.

Yu Sheng raised his left hand and pressed his stomach aching from hunger, took a sip of Northwest Wind, slumped his shoulders and lay down on the table, clicked the mouse, and continued to confront the system persistently.

The door of the classroom was ajar, and students who asked for leave to go to the bathroom from time to time hurried past, the corridor was empty and silent, and the footsteps sounded much louder than usual.

……

Seventh time.

It was the seventh time that Yu Sheng was strictly stopped by the system to calm down for ten seconds, which was almost enough.

He pressed his hand into his stomach again, slumped on the table, thinking seriously about the Big Bang and his short 17-year life.

The sound of heavy footsteps came from far and near.

Someone is urinating frequently.

Yu Sheng is more interested in watching everything now than in the blindfold, yawned, glanced out casually, and was thinking desperately whether he should just let himself sleep and sleep in the afternoon before blindfolding, when his sight suddenly stopped.

A familiar black shirt floated past.

Float back again.

Yu Sheng propped his elbows on the table, sat up a little bit, raised his eyebrows, and looked at each other through the half-closed door and the black shirt outside.

Severe lack of sleep and the thought that was a little bit stagnated by the system tortured slowly turned again.

Yu Sheng considered the gaze he was staring at him, carefully searched his body several times, confirmed that he had neither buttoned the wrong button nor forgot to zip his pants, and looked up a little confused.

After three seconds, Yu Sheng suddenly realized what the other party was looking at.

Yu Sheng lowered his head and looked at the hand that was poking his stomach.

His stomach has always been not very good, and he hurts when he is a little hungry, but it is not severe, but he is uncomfortable no matter how long he stays.

He is also very familiar with the feeling now, in fact, he is hungry again after eating half of the pancake.

...But this action is indeed a bit ambiguous.

From the perspective of outsiders who don't know the situation, he ate pancakes in the morning, and now he is clutching his stomach, and his complexion is probably not very good.

People with a little bit of associative ability will obviously feel that he eats pancakes to ruin his stomach.

Yu Sheng considered for two seconds, then slowly moved his left hand away and put it back on the table.

He really didn't like the black shirt, but Pancake was innocent.

I still can't be sorry for the half-hard-working pancake.

Probably because he guessed it right, the black shirt looked at him for a while, then finally turned around, the footsteps changed from near to far again, and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Yu Sheng immediately withdrew his hand and poked it up, leaned back on the table without sitting up, buried his head in his arms, and let out a long breath.

Stomach pain is fucking bad.

Next time, I should eat instant noodles in bubble bags.

"Brother Sheng, Brother Sheng..."

This time the movement was a bit loud, and Duan Lei, who was sitting next to him, noticed his strangeness, and was a little worried, so he lowered his voice: "Your stomach hurts again?"

Yu Sheng didn't want to disturb him, so he pressed his stomach and waved his hand: "It's okay, take your test hard."

The voices of the two of them were not high, and no one would care if they were in the examination room of No. [-] Middle School, but now they still drew serious criticism from the invigilator without any suspense: "Don't talk, answer your own questions!"

Duan Lei was a little anxious and was about to stand up: "Teacher, his stomach hurts—"

Yu Sheng tugged at him and put him back on the chair.

The invigilator frowned and looked back and forth. Seeing that his complexion was really bad, he was also a little worried, so he walked over quickly: "Does it matter? Can I still take the exam?"

Yu Sheng gritted his teeth: "Yes."

He had never seen such an inhuman question bank system before, and his long-lost desire to win was completely aroused, and he suppressed the idea of ​​going out to get some fresh air, and he must get rid of all the thousand questions.

His attitude was unusually persistent, and the invigilator hesitated for a while, but still didn't persuade him much, but told him to raise his hand immediately if he felt uncomfortable again.

Yu Sheng nodded, and picked up the mouse again while grinding his teeth.

Duan Lei didn't know why, but was excited by his enthusiasm for answering the questions even though he was sick. He also gritted his teeth and plunged back into the mighty sea of ​​questions.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Yu Sheng held the mouse and aligned with the system, and the frequency and arrangement had completely entered into a proficient and steady rhythm, scrolling backwards one page after another.

One thousand questions, one hundred questions for each of the nine subjects, plus one hundred cross-subject optional questions, he finished most of it by inertia, and was about to turn the page, when suddenly there were two knocks on the door that were neither light nor heavy Voice.

The whole examination room followed suit.

Yu Sheng didn't hear what was going on outside the window, and remained unmoved, holding the mouse and continuing to focus on the mouse.

The person who knocked on the door did not show his figure, and was talking to the invigilator in a low voice at the door.

He couldn't hear the content clearly, and the deep voice, which was rare at this age, surrounded the empty corridor. It was so thick and magnetic that it seemed that he had directly stuffed a microphone into his hand, and it was also connected to a very high-quality subwoofer.

Many little girls couldn't help but put down their pens and quietly peered outside.

Yu Sheng was annoyed by this, rubbed his ears vigorously, counted the time by pinching his heartbeat, and selected the next option either sooner or later.

The invigilator looked back at the examination room, as if he was a little troubled by something, he raised his head and spoke softly to the people outside.

His tone was quite polite, and he was considerate, not at all serious and rigid as when invigilating the exam.

The people outside were quite persistent, whispered a few words, but still did not leave.

After answering the questions for two hours, it was the time when it was most likely to be slack and exhausted. The whole examination room was attracted by the change at the door, and everyone couldn't help but poke their heads out to watch the excitement.Only Yu Sheng was still immersed in the battle of wits and courage with the system, and charged towards the last [-] questions.

The negotiation at the door finally vaguely came to fruition.

The invigilator looked back, stepped aside in embarrassment, and opened the door slightly.

A bit of the hem of the black shirt followed.

……

The rare scene was clearly visible under the camera, which immediately attracted the attention of the director of the education department in the monitoring room.

It is undoubtedly not an ordinary director who can calmly read out the game ID of the violating students on the school broadcast. In all the examination rooms of No. [-] Middle School, the speakers suddenly blared twice, and the majestic voice of the director of the Education Department rang out.

"On the third floor, the examination room No. 10 on the seventh floor of the third floor—yes, the parents of the students carrying the porridge, go in from outside the door."

The director of the Education Department can't understand the parents of these students who have to deliver meals to their children's mouths. He has always believed that today's students stretch out their clothes to eat and open their mouths. They can't be scolded or beaten.

The monitor and the speaker are installed to deter. The director of the education department knocked on the microphone and said earnestly: "It's exam time, and you must be spoiled. Don't disturb the normal teaching activities. If you are in a hurry, take your children with you. Outsiders are not allowed to enter the examination room, you know?"

The author has something to say: Brother Sheng: I heard that someone wants to spoil me :)