Don't Talk To Me!

When Yu Sheng arrived at the Internet cafe, Jin Linkun was reclining on the sofa doing some quizzes.

He didn't go in immediately, but leaned the umbrella against the door and stood there watching for a while.

Jin Linkun actually doesn't dislike lectures, and even likes to help others.The scope of the lecture topics that day expanded from seven groups to half a summer camp. This person was able to speak well, and he was able to grasp all kinds of knowledge points at his fingertips. He was unrestrained.

Yu Sheng was still endorsing the book at first, but unconsciously turned his attention to him, and when he realized it, he had already typed up half a sketch of the illustration.

Yu Sheng actually didn't think about anything else that day, but he just thought that Jin Linkun at that time... was so damn handsome.

It wasn't until someone brought up something that had almost been forgotten that he suddenly had a thought.

Jin Linkun should have been like this in the winter camp of the competition that was cheated back then.

He took the test paper handed over, played the game casually, and answered the questions eloquently.

While talking endlessly annoyingly, at the same time patiently and meticulously explain each point clearly, and repeat it tirelessly if you don't understand it, and two divergent knowledge points will be added after the lecture.

Yu Sheng grabbed the plastic bag in his hand, pushed open the door, and entered the private room where he had stayed many times and basically tried every function except for playing a game once.

Sensing someone entering the door, Jin Linkun paused the pen in his hand and raised his head subconsciously.

His mind is too chaotic, he has all kinds of thoughts, so he can only come here to brush up the questions first to be quiet and quiet.Seeing Yu Sheng at a glance, without turning his head, he put down his pen and raised his arm towards the door like a ghost.

Yu Sheng: "..."

Jin Linkun: "..."

Jin Linkun himself felt that this posture, which seemed to be about to embrace enthusiastically, was a bit abrupt, so he coughed lightly in embarrassment, raised his hand halfway, and turned a corner to touch his nose.

But Yu Sheng had already thrown the plastic bag he was carrying into the sofa with a clatter, and walked over in a few steps.

Before Jin Linkun could react, Yu Sheng pulled him up, raised his arms, and hugged him fully in his arms.

The boy's breath was clean, with a bit of freshness and coolness unique to after the rain, and the strength of his arms was so strong that it cannot be ignored.

Jin Linkun's chest was suddenly suffocated and he couldn't breathe.

He opened his mouth a few times, but failed to make a sound, bent his back a little bit, closed his eyes and leaned on his shoulder: "Yu Sheng—"

Yu Sheng: "I'm here."

Jin Linkun was speechless again.

Yu Sheng supported him with his arm, let him lean on his shoulder, and patted him on the back with one hand: "God Kun, when you really want to cry, there is no shame in shedding two tears."

Jin Linkun was slightly dumb, and rested quietly on him for a while, then smiled lightly: "...I don't want to cry."

His roommate sometimes calls him Kunshen together with others.

When playing games, he cheated him so much that he lost his rank, when he was annoying him to no avail, when he was going to talk to hurt him later...

When joking, or when you really don't want to joke.

Jin Linkun could tell which one was the present for Sheng.

He didn't want to make Yu Sheng worry, and he didn't expect Yu Sheng to get the news so quickly. He leaned on the other's shoulder, let go of his hand a little, and said instinctively: "It's okay, it will be fine in a while, call you Now worry about—"

Yu Sheng interrupted directly: "I'll give you three more seconds to think about whether to be polite to me or let you hug me for another minute."

The voice in the ear stopped abruptly.

The arms around his back suddenly tightened, making him almost out of breath.

Yu Sheng didn't speak, grabbed Jin Linkun's neckline, tore him off, and pressed him into his neck.

...Why is this man so tall?

Even a hug had to pull him down. Yu Sheng held his arm and held his breath for a while, but he still couldn't help but tiptoed secretly.

Jin Linkun, who was still buried in his neck without moving, suddenly moved slightly, before hesitating to speak: "Friend——"

Yu Sheng: "Shut up."

Jin Linkun was very obedient, and buried his mouth in his neck for a while, but still couldn't hold back, his shoulders trembled slightly.

"..." Yu Sheng took a deep breath: "You'd better shed some tears now, or cry twice, so that I can believe that you are crying because you are too uncomfortable or too excited—"

Jin Linkun: "Pfft."

……

After being beaten up again, Jin Linkun collapsed on the sofa, rubbed his chest, and coughed until he laughed: "My friend, don't worry, I will never tell you about your tiptoes..."

Yu Sheng was so angry that he rolled up his sleeves and pressed him into the sofa: "Tell me, how do you want to die, stew or fry."

"I can't cook it." Jin Linkun had a good temper, and raised his arms to hug him again, wrapping him in his arms: "Yu Sheng."

His voice was a little soft, Yu Sheng frowned, and stopped pushing the man in front of him into the crack of the sofa: "What are you doing?"

Jin Linkun didn't speak, and put his arms behind his back, letting him lean on him.

He's actually not feeling bad.

Everything is completely over, what should be clarified is actually clarified, and what should be paid for has finally been paid for.

The text message he received today was sent by Yan Zhi and a few people. He wrote a lot, probably apologizing and explaining something. He didn't read it carefully, and he didn't plan to read it carefully.

Everything in the past seemed to come to an end at the moment of receiving that text message.

Everything after that is new.

He also couldn't tell what he was thinking, maybe it was just that a certain emotion that had been stuck in his chest had completely dissipated, and instead he was a little at a loss.

But even the last point of being at a loss, at some point, has been dismissed by the refilled chest.

Jin Linkun buried him in his neck, his voice muffled: "Hold me for a while."

"..."

Yu Sheng began to feel vaguely that this man seemed to use this trick every time to escape another beating.

I don't know how long I've been hugging, Yu Sheng spread the arms on his shoulders, reached over, and fished out the plastic bag.

When he came, he bought two cans of beer, opened them and pushed them over, opened another can himself, and drank a couple of sips before Jin Linkun opened his mouth to control him.

The foam of beer sounded softly in his throat, and he drank it coldly down his throat.

Yu Sheng exhaled lightly, and raised his head to speak, but found something wrong with Jin Linkun's expression.

Strictly speaking, it's probably something wrong with wanting to spit out that sip of beer but not daring to spit it out.

Yu Sheng tensed his back, stood up quickly, grabbed Jin Linkun by the collar and twisted it, making him spray the mouthful of wine into the open space.

The reaction was too strong, Yu Sheng didn't dare to let him continue drinking, and took the can of beer back: "Are you allergic to alcohol?"

"...No." Jin Linkun adjusted his glasses, a little depressed, "It's just that I'm not used to drinking."

Yu Sheng thought that it was not just because he was not used to drinking, so he found a mop and dragged it a few times, then pulled two pieces of paper and stuffed them to him: "I remember some people are already adults."

Jin Linkun: "..."

Yu Sheng emphasized: "Some people have grown up, but they still can only drink Wangzai milk and Wahaha, and they can't even drink beer."

"..." Jin Linkun: "My friend, let's discuss it and get even—"

Yu Sheng: "Deal."

When he came out of the Internet cafe and was about to go back after paying the bill, Yu Sheng suddenly recalled the previous situation, which seemed a little familiar.

He has too many things to remember. Generally, such things are automatically classified into the daily throw-away memory. People who have met once or twice cannot remember them. .

But he still felt that one afternoon last winter, when he was really bored and came out to play games, he seemed to be sprayed with beer all over by a nerd wearing a provincial key school uniform.

……

But nothing special seems to have happened.

After such a long time, the impression of that time has become very blurred.

The seven groups were still looking forward to it, but Yu Sheng didn't think much about it, and without further delay, he dragged Jin Linkun over the wall and went straight back to the rehearsal hall.

When the figures of two people appeared at the door, the entire seven groups couldn't hold back and cheered loudly.

Even Ding Zhengjiao, who has always been prudent, didn't restrain the students around him. The boys rushed towards the door excitedly, and the eyes of the girls were also red.

Jin Linkun vaguely recalled the past when he was held down for some kind of "student spirit". He instinctively paused when he entered the door, and before he could get out, he was blocked by Yu Sheng who followed behind.

"Go." Yu Sheng patted him on the shoulder, eyebrows raised slightly, "There are so many friends waiting for you."

Jin Linkun was slightly stunned, his pupils lighted up quietly for a while, and he couldn't help pulling the corners of his lips, and nodded slightly.

……

Before returning to his senses, Liang Yifan, who was the first to break through, had already rolled up his sleeves, and threw himself at him to avenge himself.

"Go!"

Ding Zhengjiao commanded well: "Squeak wherever itches, you must give God Kun a memory, and you are not allowed to leave the team at will next time—Lao Xia, hug your legs, Cen Rui, give Brother Sheng Kun God's glasses!"

Yu Sheng only had time to raise his hand to pick up the pair of glasses, and quickly took a few steps back, watching Jin Linkun being submerged in the mighty crowd.

The fighting was so fierce that Jin Linkun had to go back and change his clothes before the evening performance.

Anyway, he was going to be on stage at night, so Yu Sheng simply went back with him and changed into his stage clothes in advance.

As the only two people in the group with normal attire, Yu Sheng and Jin Linkun still maintained the standard shirt style.

The slim shirt can just embellish the narrow and straight waistline of a boy of this age.Yu Sheng didn't usually dress like this, and when he came back after changing his clothes, the whole group of seven remained silent for a long time without any trace.

"So the aura actually depends on the shirt?"

Xia Junhua was longing for it, and couldn't help but envy: "It's been the second time that the forum has been fried, and Brother Sheng may not know how many photos he was secretly photographed along the way."

Ding Zhengjiao also joined in, and added earnestly: "It depends on the figure and the shirt. Brother Sheng's figure is really well buried by T-shirts and sweaters."

"Let's talk about this later." Cen Rui, the most popular, held up his mobile phone, feeling overwhelmed, "Can I give you your phone number too? Let's say Brother Sheng is all about studying and not dating, and his workload has skyrocketed. I don't love her very much now." The work of this young love persuasion teacher..."

The people in the seventh group were all in the preparation room behind the rostrum in the auditorium, and Yu Sheng was dragged over by Ding Zhengjiao again, begging him to go over the process one last time.

When he came back, he happened to see Jin Linkun changing into the bear's one-piece suit very cooperatively while talking to Lao Wan.

This is Lao Wan's idea, let Jin Linkun wear this outfit on stage, and then take it off when playing the piano, hoping to create a sharp visual contrast, so as to highlight his handsomeness later.

The original plan was for two people to come together. In view of the strong desire to survive in the entire seven groups, this plan was only sent to Ding Zhengjiao, and it became Brother Sheng who was in charge of being handsome, and God Kun who was in charge of creating the contrast.

Jin Linkun didn't resist wearing this outfit at first, but regretted his roommate's firm stand: "My friend, is there no chance at all?"

"No." Yu Sheng flatly vetoed, "Don't even think about it."

It was hard for Jin Linkun not to think about it, he opened his mouth, sat down regretfully, and continued to flip through the piano score.

He is tall and broad-shouldered, even if he wears this kind of cartoon-shaped clothes, with the zipper open and no hood on, he can still show a tall and straight figure.

"To be honest, I think Kun Shen is still handsome even in this outfit."

In order to protect Yu Sheng from the peach blossoms, Cen Rui had to curve to save the country, and secretly took a few photos of Kunshen: "It's not cute at all, and it's still far from the image that those little girls imagined..."

Xia Junhua agreed very much: "It's like the parents of students who come to cooperate with guest performances in theatrical performances."

"..."

Before he knew that he had been promoted to be the parent of the entire seven groups this time, Jin Linkun memorized another side of the piano score, and got up to try it out a little.

Yu Sheng entered the dressing room, and was about to adjust his appearance on stage for the last time, when his phone suddenly rang.

There were too many people who came to ask about Yu Sheng's contact information, and one after another was blocked, and Yu Sheng might die if he secretly took pictures.

Cen Rui had no way to advance or retreat, and was forced to accept the task of "providing rare and cute photos of Kun Shen". Checked in.

Cen Rui: God Kun looks like this [picture], at this height he looks handsome in everything, it is impossible for him to be as cute as Brother Sheng.I've tried my best, I'll give you the photos, please let our brother Sheng off, he only has learning in his heart! ! !

Yu Sheng looked at the phone and frowned.

...What is this height.

He is only a little shorter than Jin Linkun, and he can reach on tiptoe.

No matter how you look at it, that sentence is not pleasing to the eye. Yu Sheng pursed his lips, put down his phone, and looked at the little dinosaur jumpsuit piled up in the corner of the fitting room.