Don't Talk To Me!

Yu Sheng frowned, and looked up briefly from the fierce battle with the system.

The black shirt was stuck in the doorway, with two cups of porridge in his hand, his lazy posture, which was rarely beaten, was scattered by Tianxiang's name, and he was looking up at the loudspeaker with sonorous words.

Under everyone's gaze, the black shirt raised his head for a while, moved his eyes down, crossed all the seats with the question "Is your school usually this awesome?", and looked directly at Yu who was sitting in the last row. Sheng.

Yu Sheng: "..."

Duan Lei sat on the side, poked his head out, and looked carefully.

He is a bit short-sighted, the distance here is too far, and he can't see the specific appearance of the person at the door. He only knows that his shoulders are wide and his legs are 1.8 meters long. He seems to be wearing glasses. A black shirt with an elite atmosphere in the workplace.

If it weren't for the two cups of millet porridge that looked like it came from the porridge staff outside the Nanmenwai Main Street shop, they would have been more elite.

In any case, even if this kind of existence is just an appearance, it is obviously not in the same class as the group of high school students in school uniforms running around the corridors.

Duan Lei looked at Yu Sheng at the door, swallowed, and carefully worded his words: "Brother Sheng, your father... is so young?"

Yu Sheng met the eyes of the black shirt, and took a deep breath with no expression on his face.

The devastated mouse finally shattered with a click.

Two minutes later, with two band-aids on his hands, Yu Sheng stood exhausted physically and mentally in the empty corridor.

The mouse is broken and has to be replaced with a new one, and that camera position can't be used now.Under the perseverance of the director of the education department to read it again without moving, Yu Sheng still swallowed a mouthful of blood, closed his eyes and left the examination room.

The black shirt was so shocked that he withdrew early, and was standing outside waiting for him with two cups of porridge.

He probably didn't expect the incident to become such a big mess. When he saw Yu Sheng, he opened his mouth and let out a rare cough: "That——"

Yu Sheng's hair was written with indifference: "Dad?"

Black shirt: "..."

It seems that there is no way to talk here today.

Yu Sheng glanced at him, saw the two cups of porridge, closed his eyes, suppressed the irritable anger that went straight to his forehead: "My stomach pain has nothing to do with you."

The black shirt was slightly startled, and raised his eyebrows.

"You don't have to—"

Yu Sheng opened his mouth, and felt that it was a bit too self-indulgent to speak so inexplicably, and swallowed the remaining half of the sentence, and said coldly: "When I am hungry, my stomach hurts, don't get me wrong People's pancakes."

The black shirt opened his mouth, couldn't hold back, and chuckled.

Seeing him laughing, Yu Sheng became angry and spoke clearly. He turned to go back to the examination room, but his arm was gently grabbed again.

Before he had an attack, a hand was already on the top of his head, and he patted it twice slowly, and then two heavy cups of millet porridge fell into his arms: "Be obedient."

Yu Sheng's body stiffened slightly.

He hadn't heard the word for a long time.

The deep and mellow voice seemed to come out of the chest cavity, and there was a bit of lazy, casual good-natured connivance hidden in the end.

The hand covering the top of the head was warm and dry, a little temperature fell through the top of the hair, mixed with the smell of black tea from nowhere.The millet porridge was still a little hot, and when it was stuck to the stomach through the clothes, the throbbing pain in the stomach also inexplicably eased.

Holding the two cups of millet porridge in his arms, Yu Sheng was in a daze for a while.

Before he could recover and throw the porridge back, the black shirt had already withdrawn his hand, and withdrew in time to the shortest radius he could.

Yu Sheng felt that he was not a violent person, so he put the porridge in his hand, and glanced at him angrily: "I'm going to test it, I don't plan to fight with you."

The black shirt was inexplicably promoted to a seniority by the director of the education department, respecting the role, still standing one meter away from him cautiously, nodding in relief: "Good boy."

Yu Sheng: "..."

After the exam, you can probably make an appointment.

Do it directly, and beat it to death.

The invigilator walked back and forth several times, and the mouse in his camera seat had already been replaced.

Yu Sheng didn't want to spend the precious time of the afternoon on such meaningless waste of life. He rubbed his temples and prepared to go back and continue to study the questions. He paused involuntarily.

Nanmenwai Street is not too far from here, it can be reached by climbing over the wall.But in the middle of the exam, he jumped over the wall and ran out to buy two cups of porridge. Even though Yu Sheng never aimed to pass the test, he had never seen such a free-wheeling operation.

Especially since the other party looks like a good student.

Yu Sheng's own grades have always been stable below the passing line, but he has always respected the efforts of students with good grades.The few students who study hard in No. [-] Middle School rely on him to cover them, so they have a space to concentrate on their studies.

Yu Sheng looked at the time, then looked at the person who was still leisurely leaning in the corridor, and couldn't help but frowned: "Aren't you going to take the exam?"

"Test."

The black shirt rubbed his forehead: "The system is too perverted. If the speed is too fast, you have to answer again. It's too annoying. Come out to get some air."

Yu Sheng opened his eyes wide in surprise.

He is also a scumbag.

Just looking at his face, he really didn't expect that the other party would have the same trouble as him.

It was probably because he was too overwhelmed with the questions, and suddenly someone stood on the same front as him, and Yu Sheng inexplicably felt a little bit of sympathy for each other, and most of his original anger disappeared: "You were also blocked? "

"Thirteen times."

The black shirt sighed lightly, noticed the word "also" he used, and raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Friend, are you stuck like this too?"

"Thirteen times you didn't look for skills..."

Yu Sheng had no choice but to teach him experience: "Just answer the questions by pinching the pulse, one question with six heartbeats, just so you don't get blocked, and you can still get stuck in time."

In order not to give candidates a clear concept of time, the question bank is displayed in full screen, and there is no place for countdown at all.Yu Sheng tried to look at the watch in the examination room, but who knew that the second hand of that bastard's silent quartz clock turned around at a constant speed, and he couldn't tell where it would go in five seconds.

Having completely overturned the previous speculation about the black shirt, Yu Sheng glanced at him and rolled up his sleeves: "You can feel the pulse, right?"

The boy hadn't started to formally draw, his bones were thin, and a thin wrist was exposed from the cuff.

You can't see the crisp force when beating people at all.

The black shirt raised his eyebrows.

He looked at the young man in front of him, his narrow eyes were hidden behind the lenses, and they were slightly bent with interest.

"will not."

As he approached, Xuan Ting's broad shoulders leaned down, and he stretched out his hand actively, with a low voice: "You teach me?"

Yu Sheng: "..."

This person is always able to remind himself how much he deserves to be beaten when he just doesn't want to beat him.

Having just been stuck by the system seven times, Yu Sheng looked at the warrior in front of him who had been stuck for thirteen times and still didn't understand, adjusted his mentality, pulled his wrist, grabbed the other hand and pressed it on: " Did you find it?"

The boy's hands are long and slender, with clear and distinct bones, the knuckles and the skin of the palm are pressed against each other, quickly absorbing each other's warmth.

The black shirt frowned and raised his eyes: "Why are your hands so cold?"

Yu Sheng took a deep breath.

Teach him to count the time, he can't feel the pulse, teach him to find the pulse, but he still thinks his hands are cold.

This person really deserves to be beaten to a certain extent. It is really a miracle created by this face that he can live to this day.

Once again silently chanting that the other party was stuck thirteen times, Yu Sheng ignored his words, pressed down his index finger and middle finger, and asked a word: "Look, look, no, yes?"

Sensing the majestic killing intent on the boy's body that was on the verge of exploding, the black shirt nodded in time, and said succinctly, "I found it."

Yu Sheng successfully retreated, shook off his hand, turned and went back to the classroom.

Three hours passed by minute by minute.

After finishing the answer to the last question almost solemnly, Yu Sheng clicked submit, threw the mouse away, and threw himself back into the chair heavily.

The bell rang for the end of the morning session.

The students who were almost driven crazy by the overwhelming amount of questions rushed out of the various examination rooms in an instant.

Those who were familiar with the terrain of No. [-] Middle School went straight to the cafeteria, like locusts crossing the border.The key provincial students who came to take the exam had classrooms specially arranged for lunch breaks. Most of them brought lunch and were discussing today's exam questions enthusiastically while filling their stomachs.

The question bank does not prohibit skipping answers, nor does it limit the order of answering questions.Many people tried to memorize the answers and compared them. When they met each other, they found that the order of questions was different for each person. In addition, the amount of questions was too large and the knowledge points were too scattered. I took review notes for several subjects in the afternoon.

Yu Sheng didn't squeeze with the big troops, slumped in the chair, and concentrated on his mind wandering back to the blood for a while.

"Brother Sheng, Brother Sheng?"

Duan Lei went over to get his schoolbag and brought back his clothes for him: "Does your stomach still hurt? Do you need to take a break? Shall I help you buy something to eat?"

Yu Sheng rubbed his wrists and shook his head: "No, it's all over."

He got up, glanced at the two empty millet porridge cups, paused, took them together, and threw them into the trash can.

In fact, he doesn't like to drink porridge at all. He always feels that soup with water is not enough, and it is not as good as rice, noodles and steamed buns.

But today's millet porridge is really well stewed, soft and sweet, with a lot of red dates in it.While answering the question, he bit the straw and finished the two cups of porridge without knowing it.

With something in his stomach, he doesn't feel any pain. Yu Sheng rubbed his sore eyes staring at the screen and put on his coat: "Let's go, go eat."

"Okay—Brother Sheng, are you overwhelmed so quickly?"

Duan Lei quickly trotted to follow: "I really broke down in the back, I just wanted to rely on my feelings, but the result was neither fast nor slow, nor even the number, so I went back to do the questions honestly."

He was a little discouraged, and rubbed his hair: "I guess with my speed, I can't finish the answer even today..."

Yu Sheng walked down in his school uniform, and when he heard his words, his feet suddenly stopped.

Duan Lei followed blankly and stopped: "What's the matter...forgot something?"

"..."

Yu Sheng had a headache, closed his eyes, and pressed his temples hard: "It's okay."

There are a thousand questions, and it is of course possible that you can't answer them all.

Of course, the question bank system can't force people to stay, and blow up the computer if they don't answer all the questions.

... So why on earth did he not sleep all morning and hand in the papers if he couldn't answer the questions, so he had to honestly complete all the thousand questions?