Don't Talk To Me!

"Squad leader."

The students in the class couldn't see the specific situation in the corridor, so they couldn't help but ask their class monitor who was next to the door: "What happened outside?"

"Why is there a muffled sound of flesh hitting the ground?"

"Whoever won, God Kun or the delivery man, did God Kun avenge us?"

"Why are the eyes of the Sports Committee green?"

……

The squad leader turned back and faced the [-] why students again, stretched out his arms and closed the back door: "Don't ask, don't look, don't be curious."

The boy next to him had already seen the corners of the clothes where the two were entangled, and cut off his sight by surprise, feeling extremely regretful: "Why!"

"For your own good."

The squad leader who witnessed the scene in the corridor spoke earnestly, pressed the door firmly, and kindly created a beautiful illusion for a group of underage students: "God Kun defeated the delivery man and dragged him out of the corridor. You smell, there is no food aroma."

It is said that Kunshen, who had defeated the delivery man, limped and led the good-looking and skilled delivery boy, pushed open an empty activity room, and led him in.

Yu Sheng took the food and found an empty table to put it down: "Okay, am I so ruthless?"

This person needs to be beaten too much, and he can't move seriously.Now he is basically kicking twice symbolically to make a show, and he is going to wait until the time when he saves up, and then he will give him a good education.

Although the butt pier seemed to fall a bit hard, he caught him in time.

……

He was also fished by the other party in troubled waters, and took the opportunity to stuff a piece of candy into his mouth.

The scene was a bit chaotic for a while, the warm and soft touch of the fingertips and the hard sweetness of the fruit candy brushed against the lips together, inexplicably making people blush and heartbeat.

Yu Sheng's ears are still uncomfortably hot, so he raised his hands and rubbed them twice, chewed the sugar in his mouth, and swallowed it.

Jin Linkun just limped and moved two chairs, he was startled when he heard the words, touched the tip of his nose and returned to normal: "I'm used to it, I didn't pay attention unless you told me..."

"..."

As soon as the child's mouth was faster than the brain, Jin Linkun coughed lightly and tried to explain: "My friend, I think I can—"

"No need to explain."

Yu Sheng peeled open the plastic bag covering the lunch box, pulled out a pair of chopsticks and threw them over: "Next time I will remember what to do first."

Jin Linkun has a lot of problems. He always looks at his phone while eating.

After pawing and pulling the meat under his chopsticks three times, Yu Sheng finally lost his patience and pulled out his mobile phone and put it on the table: "What's so interesting?"

"The memo." Jin Linkun was very sincere, and turned over the phone to show him, "I will make a note of the situation where I might be beaten, and try to avoid it."

Yu Sheng: "..."

This person's mobile phone actually recorded in detail all kinds of situations where he might be beaten.

And it has already saved several pages.

Yu Sheng put the phone back: "Then you add one more."

Jin Linkun is sensitive and studious, picked up his phone: "What?"

Yu Sheng: "Avoid being beaten by reading the memo."

……

The taste of the food is really good. It is worthy of being the unnamed overlord of the backstreet who has to skip class to get a seat. Although it was a little cold all the way, it didn't affect the taste at all.

Yu Sheng was dragged by Jin Linkun to eat together recently, and the time of the three meals became more and more regular, and he was really hungry at the moment, so he buried himself in a few mouthfuls of food.

Jin Linkun put the milk into a straw and passed it over, and Yu Sheng took it.

The milk box was too small, and the fingers of the two people were stacked together, and they did not separate after two seconds.

Stick a little firmly, and gradually catch each other's temperature.

Yu Sheng took the milk twice, seeing that he didn't intend to let go, he couldn't help but look up: "Isn't it for me?"

"...Yes." Jin Linkun regained consciousness and handed over the milk, "Drink more milk."

It just occurred to him that Yu Sheng shouldn't have come to look for him at this time.

Of the two, Yu Sheng, a school bully who has been heard of by many people not only in No. [-] Middle School, but also in provincial key points, is actually the one who obeys the school rules more.

On several occasions when it was too late for the delivery of lunch, Jin Linkun asked the teacher for leave and missed the last 15 minutes of self-study, and climbed over the wall in advance to pick up the meal in the back street.But as long as Yu Sheng didn't encounter any special circumstances, he would never be late or leave early.

……

But the kid didn't seem to want to explain to him.

After Jin Linkun took two mouthfuls of rice, he suddenly remembered another matter. He took out a power bank from his jacket pocket and handed it over: "The phone is dead?"

"Ah." Yu Sheng just remembered, put down his chopsticks and took out his phone.

In fact, he doesn't like chatting very much. It's been a habit for these years to carry his mobile phone with him. Charging and replying to messages are purely unbearable for the small red light of the mobile phone's low battery and the red circle with numbers for message reminders.

I chatted a lot recently, and I still had a problem with Jin Linkun from sharing classes in two schools.

Jin Linkun has also been serious in class recently, and the power bank still has more than half of its power left.Yu Sheng took it over, connected the phone to the power cord, charged it for a while and turned it on again.

The first thing that jumped out was the message that Jin Linkun sent him, asking him to choose whether to eat sweet and sour pork tenderloin or stir-fried beans for lunch today.

Yu Sheng raised his eyebrows, put down his phone and looked up, meeting the slightly curved eyes of the person opposite.

Intentionally ignoring this childish person, Yu Sheng put down his phone with sullen brows and eye corners, but he still didn't hold it down, and the corners of his mouth raised.

This inexplicable little tacit understanding sometimes makes people feel too good.

"I was thinking about whether to go ahead and reserve a seat."

Jin Linkun picked up a piece of tenderloin and put it in his bowl, raised his hand and rubbed the child's hair: "I didn't expect their family to recruit a handsome takeaway boy in advance."

Yu Sheng opened his mouth to scold him, but the pressure on the top of his head was too comfortable, so he relaxed for no reason, and put the piece of sweet and sour pork in his mouth: "How handsome is it?"

Jin Linkun: "..."

Unexpectedly, when this person was still stuck, Yu Sheng raised his eyebrows and looked at him with sweet and sour pork in his mouth.

The boy's eyebrows and eyes are soft and clean, which minimizes the indifference in his pupils.

It's not the same as usual, very relaxed, and seems a little lazy, quietly chewing something under his palm.

The right cheek bulged a little and looked extremely soft.

"……friend."

Jin Linkun, who passed 140 in the Chinese simulation test and took the first place in the city's entrance examination, was suddenly at a loss for words. He opened his mouth and coughed lightly: "Suddenly changing routines is a foul."

Yu Sheng didn't react immediately: "So what kind of routine is it?"

Jin Linkun's Adam's apple moved slightly, and explained to him in detail: "Hit me."

……

Yu Sheng feels that if there is another domestic violence in their family problems in the future, the problem may not necessarily lie with him.

A meal with chat, eat less than half an hour.

Yu Sheng put down his chopsticks, glanced at Jin Linkun who was still working hard to write a draft to praise how handsome he was, and couldn't help but stop him: "Okay, I don't really want to hear it."

Jin Linkun was easy to speak: "It's okay, I'll read it to you when you fall asleep."

He spoke very seriously, quickly typed the last few words with his fingertips, raised his head and glanced at Yu Sheng, and his eyes behind the lens were satisfied again.

Yu Sheng was about to lower his head, but subconsciously looked up again.

The person in front of him obviously has a very cold and lazy appearance, but because his smile is so warm and soft, he seems to be several degrees more real.

In fact, he didn't doubt it very much. With Jin Linkun's ability to move, maybe when he fell asleep tonight, this person would really stand by the bed and read to himself an [-]-character description of the character's appearance.

……

too frightening.

Yu Sheng thought about the scene, couldn't help shivering, and confiscated his mobile phone in time.

Jin Linkun was still a little regretful: "I just thought of a very suitable sentence."

"Save it for the exam." Yu Sheng patted his arm, "What time do you have class in the afternoon?"

He just wanted to have a meal with Jin Linkun, and there was nothing else to do after eating.He tidied up the table, wiped it clean, put the garbage into a plastic bag, and prepared to take it out and throw it away.

Jin Linkun was very reluctant and he left immediately: "There is still more than an hour, go to my classroom for a while?"

When Yu Sheng remembered the experience in the corridor just now, he didn't really want to go to that classroom.

Jin Linkun thought for a while, and put a candy on the edge of the pit for the child: "The materials we just distributed today, the math simulation paper, the question types are very good, and I wanted to make a copy for you."

……

The child couldn't hold back, tiptoed to pick up the candy, and was carried into the pit.

Yu Sheng was sitting on Jin Linkun's seat, wearing Jin Linkun's coat, looking at the set of questions in front of him, still unable to understand how he would be tempted to change his mind by a set of papers.

He lowered his head, wrote down the answers to several questions, and listened to Jin Linkun happily introducing him: "Yes, my roommate from the summer camp is very good..."

Most of the people in the classroom rushed out of the classroom the moment the bell rang, and the few scattered people brought their own meals, insisted on stationing in the classroom, and continued to study against the clock.

It was the first time I saw Kunshen, who was usually a loner, brought someone back. The school committee who stayed in the classroom couldn't help being curious, and was pulled down by Jin Linkun in a spring and rain, and introduced his children in detail. .

Yu Sheng doubted that if he hadn't kicked this man's stool in time, Jin Linkun's introduction to him might really have changed from "my roommate at the summer camp" to some terrible generalization.

No one was resting in the classroom, and Jin Linkun's vivid and detailed stories attracted the top students who were almost devoid of extracurricular life in no time.

……

The pen between Yu Sheng's fingers twirled a few times, squeezing the open space beside the paper, and the person who wished to jump to write "Solution: Obvious" took the trouble to emphasize the standard problem-solving steps.

In fact, the high school mathematics questions are limited. As long as there are enough questions, the quality of the questions is high enough, and the classification is clear and detailed enough, except for the perverted big devil province where Ge Jun sits, it can basically cover more than 70.00% of the new curriculum. question type.

The sea of ​​question tactics is not wrong, the mistake lies in blindly brushing the questions without purpose and gain.Once enough routines have been summed up and memorized, a set of moderately difficult math papers can be completed within 10 minutes, except for the last one and the last two questions.

Yu Sheng has been working on the questions recently, and he doesn't need to think too much about these things. While filling out the answers, he unconsciously listened to Jin Linkun's stand-up comedy next to him.

...He actually didn't realize that they had already experienced so many things in the summer camp.

Obviously, it was only more than a month.

When Lao Wan sent them away, he patted their shoulders with a smile and said to them: "I hope that each of you can gain the strength to continue to carry on from this period of time."

Yu Sheng clenched his pen twice, looking at the filled test paper.

Jin Linkun gained all the audience in the class, and finally found a place to perform. While patiently answering questions for the top students in the curious summer camp, he found various opportunities to praise his roommates.

The boy, who was already different from the youthful temperament of his peers, rested one hand on the table, not wearing a school uniform as usual, and the cuffs of his shirt were fitted on his slightly raised wrist bones.

But he couldn't find a little bit of usual laziness and casualness, his body leaned forward slightly, his expression almost radiated light, and he spoke seriously and proudly.

That kind of undisguised, proud pride.

It's as if all your progress and gains, all the joy of taking a step forward, there is someone who is happy with you, unreservedly proud of you, and seriously thinks that you are the best one.

Yu Sheng couldn't help but twitched the corner of his mouth, lowered his head again, and continued to answer the following questions.

Jin Linkun finally got away from a group of high school students who were very interested in summer camps in colleges. When he returned to his seat, the children had already finished the set of papers early.

And because he didn't come back for too long, he played with his mobile phone for a while, and then dozed off while holding the mobile phone under the effect of sleepiness.

Jin Linkun also brings school uniforms to school, but he usually doesn't wear them. He chooses styles from various shirts all the year round, and as a result, he is often stopped by various new classmates as teachers in the corridor to say hello.

Later, he felt that this might be a bit out of the group, and he also tried wearing a school uniform over his shirt to integrate into the group.

As a result, the whole class voted against this too ordinary look that morning.

"Not chic enough." The students gave very straightforward reasons, "If you don't wear a shirt, you won't be able to reflect your divine temperament."

The representative of the mathematics class agreed: "Without the shirt, what is the difference between Kun Shen and those ordinary academic gods, except that he has a handsome face?"

The sports committee added: "The photo of me worshiping the god of learning is that black shirt. If I change the shape, maybe it won't work."

……

For a while, Jin Linkun thought that what these people were using was not him, but his black shirts of various styles and shapes.

But children look good in school uniforms.

Yu Sheng looks good in whatever he wears, and that kind of clean and pure boyishness that can't be hidden is clearly revealed.

The coat was one size too big for him, and Yu Sheng was leaning against the wall, his cheeks were half covered by the turned up collar, which slightly covered the curvature of his jaw.

Jin Linkun looked at it for a while, then sat down, propping his head against the wall with one hand.

Yu Sheng frowned, and wanted to open his eyes, but his eyes were covered in time: "It's all right, just sleep for a while."

I can't really come to sleep in the class that saves the key points, Yu Sheng holds his wrist and breaks away from the drowsiness: "How long is the class?"

The hand holding the wrist was very light, it was more like pulling him instinctively than trying to move him away.

Jin Linkun looked at him, tried his best to resist the urge to touch the child's head, and said softly, "Four to 10 minutes is enough for a night's sleep."

When Yu Sheng was writing the last few questions, he was actually a little sleepy. He reacted a little slowly for a while, nodded, and closed his eyes again.

For students, it is never possible to sleep during class.

Or it may be because the continuous high-speed operation of the mind is too troublesome, and I have to take a nap to cool down every now and then.

Or it was because a certain aura of Jin Linkun was too hypnotic.

Yu Sheng was hugged by him and leaned on his shoulder, his eyelashes drooping, huddled in his oversized coat.

When he was dozing off, he was still holding the phone, and just about to put it down, suddenly there were two buzzing sounds, and he subconsciously picked it up.

It was a text message from an unknown number, in a very tentative tone, asking him where he went and when he would be back.

Before Yu Sheng went to the summer camp, he changed his mobile phone number. Up to now, there are still many people whose phone numbers have not been saved. He often receives text messages from various unfamiliar numbers, which is no surprise.

It's almost the end of the month, and I guess it's another classmate who has no traffic.

In the morning, Duan Lei said that he would invite them to the cafeteria to have a small cooking session. After taking such a terrible English class, this group of people might go to rub their hands angrily.

Yu Sheng was already panicking enough at the moment, so he typed a reply: save the demonstration, don't reply, don't wait for me.

Sleep for at most half an hour, climb two walls, wake up and go back to class in time.

Yu Sheng fumbled to set the alarm clock, and slipped the phone into Jin Linkun's hand: "Look at the news, and answer me if you need something."

In order to be at the same table with him, Jin Linkun specially moved an empty table and chair from the back row, hugged him securely, and nodded reliably: "Don't worry."

Just as Yu Sheng closed his eyes, he opened them again: "Don't turn off my alarm clock again."

……

Facing the child's gaze, Jin Linkun touched the tip of his nose, coughed lightly, and dismissed the idea: "...don't worry."

Yu Sheng closed his eyes again.

Leaning on Jin Linkun's shoulder, he didn't use much strength, and being embraced by the arm behind him, he unconsciously snuggled into the warm chest and shoulders.

Drowsiness came to the door little by little, invisible entanglement with the irresistible An Xin warmth, dragging people to sink involuntarily.

Yu Sheng leaned on his shoulder and fell asleep not long after.

Jin Linkun embraced him, looked down at his boyfriend's sleeping state for a while, and then picked up the set of math simulation papers.

The child's habit of doing questions has not changed since he came out of the summer camp. The neat and beautiful handwriting fills the corners, which is neater and easier to read than the printed ones. All the questions that may involve steps are marked for him in detail.

Jin Linkun was even worried for a while that if Sheng Sheng was able to brush up the questions so smoothly, he would help the teacher to mark the points and scores in the examination room in the future.

While he was being besieged to tell the story, Yu Sheng had already checked the answers and marked a few mistakes.

Jin Linkun calmed down, leaned into his arms with the person in his arms, and continued to read the handwritten and corrected answers seriously, and continued to familiarize himself with the problem-solving routines on the paper that could score points.

Just after reading a few questions, Yu Sheng's cell phone by the table suddenly lit up.

It was the call from the unknown number that was not mentioned just now.

Jin Linkun quickly pressed the mute button and was about to answer the call for him when his brows suddenly raised.

...I didn't look carefully just now, but now I see it clearly, I realize that he seems to remember this call.

It's a private phone call from the principal of the third middle school next door.