Don't Talk To Me!

In order to live for another three seconds, Duan Lei rationally did not answer his question.Listening to the stuttering recitation beside me, I took a deep breath and plunged into the headache-inducing English again.

The students' enthusiasm for learning was too high. When Lao He came to the first class, he was taken aback. He went out repeatedly to confirm that he was not wrong, and then entered the class with confidence.

Yang Fan has just arrived in Class [-], and through last night's self-study and this morning's lecture work, he has already spoken to almost everyone in the class.

Lao He went through the process and asked him to introduce himself on stage, and the audience immediately burst into boisterous boos of kindness.

"...Don't rush too hard, save a little strength for the back."

Lao He was very happy. After finishing writing on the blackboard, he once again used the class time to do work for the students: "I heard that some students deliberately come to study early in the morning. This kind of spirit is worth encouraging. It doesn't matter if you climb over the wall. It would be wrong if the wall happened to fall on the head of the director of the education department..."

There is no special situation on the back wall, and there is usually no one to care about it. This morning, a boy climbed over the wall and didn't look carefully. He happened to bump into the director of the education department who parked his electric car under the wall.

There is a notice just pasted by the director of the Academic Affairs Office directly above the electric car that electric cars are not allowed to park here.

……

Then both parties left the scene quickly under the murderous intent of the director of the Academic Affairs Office Yaoyao.

It was a false alarm, and it was useless for Lao He to go over to find people, but the story itself was still spread in various offices, and soon became the new gossip core of the No. [-] Middle School.

"Accident, accident."

The boy who became one of the core figures of the gossip was very humble, and responded to the notes from all directions in the class asking about the inside story: "At that time, the director and I looked at each other, and we had an unusual tacit understanding. The director said 'Hey!'..."

The gossip lasted for two classes. After studying the historical knowledge that is said to be "the same goal" as English, the students in class seven discussed with great interest where the electric car of the director of the education department ended up parked.

Yu Sheng leaned against the window and listened distractedly for a while to this group of people chatting all over the world. He couldn't help it: "Who speaks English and history leads to the same goal?"

Yao Qiang had no doubts about the teachers, so he crossed out a schedule for playing games and filled in the history workbook: "History teacher!"

"..."

Yu Sheng looked at the next class schedule, and felt that there might be many subjects that had the same goal as English.

The teaching progress of the teachers in No. [-] Middle School is in line with most of the students. Yu Sheng’s own review progress is much faster than that of the teachers. After communicating with the teachers of various subjects, he basically continues to review according to his own progress during class.

Just after finishing a set of essay papers, Yu Sheng put down his pen, and was about to flip through Jin Linkun and stuff something into his schoolbag when the cell phone on the table suddenly buzzed twice.

Only then did he remember that he forgot to mute the volume when he came out in the morning, so Yu Sheng pressed the volume button twice, picked it up and glanced at the news.

There is a make-up teacher in the temple: friend, is get out of class over yet?

There is a make-up teacher in the temple: What kind of style do you guys prefer, is it humorous or ruthless?Or quote a little more, and mention more anecdotes from English-speaking countries...

Yu Sheng thought about what he saw and heard just now, and replied: As long as you mention the word English, they should like it.

The remedial teacher in the temple seemed to be stumped by this overly broad request. The display of [the other party is typing] popped up and then changed back, and no new message was sent for a long time.

After a while, he actually called directly.

Yu Sheng raised his eyebrows and picked it up: "Why?"

He held his mobile phone in one hand, and fumbled in his schoolbag twice with the other hand, and took out a carton of milk and two bags of small bread.

It was the first time to make a phone call at school, and he couldn't hear clearly because of the noise around him, so Yu Sheng raised his hands and put the phone close to his ear.

After a while on the other side, he smiled: "... I'm nervous, I want to listen to you."

……

Yu Sheng put down his phone and glanced at the caller ID.

"Really, it's me, I didn't lose my phone."

Jin Linkun knew what the children were thinking as soon as he guessed: "They——wouldn't think my speech is bad, right? If the students don't respond well, you can just cough to hint me—"

While talking on the phone with him, Yu Sheng bit the milk straw, choked on it, and couldn't help coughing several times.

Jin Linkun: "..."

"Okay, it's not as serious as you think."

Yu Sheng suppressed his smile and cleared his throat: "Follow your courseware and just speak normally."

He watched the courseware yesterday, and it was so detailed that it could give people zero-basic English enlightenment.

However, Jin Linkun couldn't let go of his mind. After finishing the PPT, he had to knock on the members of the same group in the summer camp one by one, and asked his good friends to help him see if it was suitable.

One o'clock in the morning is the starting point for most of the top students in the summer camp. After sending out the PPT, there will be a reply soon.

Xia Junhua: God Kun, did you do this?

Cen Rui: God Kun, is this what you are going to tell others?

Liang Yifan: God Kun, so can you actually speak English like this?

Ding Zhengjiao: God Kun, does your conscience ache?

……

Unexpectedly, it was the team leader who couldn't help it first. Yu Sheng held his head and watched the excitement from the sidelines. A group of people who had been controlled by Kunshen's fear of speaking English revolted angrily and tortured Jin Linkun for one minute and 30 seconds. stern condemnation.

"...I'm afraid they won't like it."

On the phone, Jin Linkun smiled and said softly, "Your classmates are always nervous."

The deep and soft voice came through the microphone, and the magnetic part was inexplicably amplified.

Seeing no one, the gentleness in the tone became plain and obvious, almost like a whisper whispered close to the ear.

Yu Sheng thought about how to encourage him for a long time, but before he could say anything, the preparation bell rang before class.

The scurrying classmates quickly returned to their seats, and the voices of flipping through the books and asking what class they were in were chaotic.Jin Linkun also heard the ringtone through the phone, didn't say anything more, and urged him to hang up the phone.

Yu Sheng stuffed the phone into the table, changed the set of papers, and filled in the first few questions. The tip of the pen paused unconsciously for a while.

Demonstrating in the next province, Jin Linkun was hurrying to sort out the lesson plans for the first make-up class when the screen of his mobile phone beside him suddenly lit up.

Yu Sheng's WeChat avatar and remarks are very cold and concise, and he just clicked on the screen, and the position of the opposite WeChat name suddenly refreshed automatically once in a century.

The little monk said: I'm so nervous.

The little monk said: I like it.

Evening self-study, the new make-up teacher brought a laptop and lesson plans early, and arrived outside the door of Class [-] of Senior Three.

"What is Brother Sheng's family like?"

Yao Qiang couldn't help being curious: "Male or female? How old are you? Are you powerful?"

Duan Lei said deeply: "Anyway, it's good to have a tutor."

Yang Fan in the back row participated in the group discussion for the first time. He was very excited and couldn't help raising his hand to ask: "Why is it good to have a tutor?"

Yao Qiang patted him on the shoulder: "Because Brother Lei has always felt that someone put a chip into Brother Sheng's brain."

"..."

Although there is no formal exam yet, Yu Sheng’s papers for several quizzes in the class are directly used as templates, especially the mock papers left by Wen Zong last time, and the answers are still posted on the back blackboard for students to visit and study .

The students in Class [-] and [-] of high school have always worshiped their Brother Sheng extremely blindly, but they still follow the basic laws of things. I believe that there must be some other auxiliary reasons for Yu Sheng's sudden rise.

Especially after Yu Sheng offered to have a tutor.

Although they knew nothing about this tutor who was about to make up lessons, all the students in Class [-], Grade [-] and [-] agreed that this must be a very powerful person.

"Let's investigate this tutor for Brother Sheng."

Duan Lei didn't have time to chat with these people, so he glanced cautiously in Yu Sheng's direction, and grabbed a group of younger brothers: "If he is taller than that man in black, handsomer than that man in black, and looks smarter than that man in black beat……"

The boy next to him didn't understand: "Just betroth Brother Sheng to him?"

……

The classroom suddenly fell silent again.

Yu Sheng was bargaining with the tutors outside the classroom, and didn't pay attention to what the group of people were saying. He looked up at the suddenly quiet classroom, and continued to send two messages.

Yu Sheng: Alright, everything should be ready to welcome you.

Yu Sheng: Come in.

After encouraging the object, Yu Sheng flatly rejected the tutor's request to make more progress, and changed the WeChat name back.

Although Jin Linkun had already snapped the picture quickly, he was still very regretful for a while, and sent several messages in a roundabout way, trying to get a little premium on the remuneration for make-up lessons.

Yu Sheng bargained very straightforwardly: love kisses, don't kiss them down.

This move was obviously very easy to use. Two seconds later, the tutor who failed to raise the price lightly knocked on the door of Class [-] of Senior Three.

Just now Duan Lei, who was repeatedly emphasizing with his younger brothers to win over this tutor and rescue Brother Sheng from the claws of the man in black, quickly raised his head and looked at the figure who came in: "..."

"Don't talk about it!" The boy's eyes lit up just now, "I think this tutor is more handsome than the man in black!"

Another boy looked at it carefully for a long time, and agreed: "It's pretty handsome, but it seems to be about the same height as the man in black."

The third one nodded, watching the person who came in connect the computer to the multimedia: "I don't know why, but it looks like the man in black can play..."

"..." Duan Lei was completely desperate for these people: "Wake up, he just changed into a silver-gray shirt!!"

The collapsed Duan Lei was banging his head on the desk, Yu Sheng looked at his boyfriend's new attire, couldn't help but raised his eyebrows, put down his pen and looked up.

Jin Linkun was making an opening speech. His high-quality silver-gray shirt was meticulously rolled up to his elbows. He looked even more handsome than usual, with a serious expression on his face: "From today onwards, I will temporarily make up lessons for everyone. Let me introduce myself, my name is Jin Linkun , it belongs to classmate Yu Sheng—"

While talking, he looked under the stage and glanced around, just in time to meet Yu Sheng's sight.

Probably in order to give the students a good head start and support the work of the make-up teacher who was a little nervous on the first day of work, Yu Sheng tidied up the table in a cooperative manner, sat upright according to the posture of a good student in his memory, and waited. Let him continue talking.

It's a pity that the school bully either catches up on sleep every day or solves the questions by himself. It has been too long since he has attended class well, and his impression is still a little behind.

……

Maybe a little behind.

Jin Linkun looked at the children who were sitting neatly with their left arms folded over their right ones, and their self-introduction suddenly got stuck in the middle of their speech.

Mingming was still haggling mercilessly on WeChat just now, and told him to talk if he could talk and leave if he couldn't.

Jin Linkun coughed lightly, his heart was so soft that he could not help but raise the corners of his lips: "Student Yu Sheng's...tutor."

In a 55-minute evening self-study class, Jin Linkun gave an extra 5 minutes and taught Class [-] for an hour.

He did a lot of homework, and he deliberately learned about the level of his classmates in advance.Started directly from the most basic grammar in junior high school, the lectures were detailed and careful, and the writing on the blackboard was also neatly written, without the slightest gesture of beating up at ordinary times.

Yu Sheng has been familiar with these contents for a long time. Originally, he wanted to coordinate and set up the atmosphere, so he memorized the vocabulary for a while.

The extremely concealed but extremely solid, deep-rooted pride that he had noticed in Jin Linkun's eyes before had already swelled in his chest before he had time to realize it.

……

Even when Jin Linkun turned to write on the blackboard, he involuntarily took out his cell phone, aimed at the people on the stage, and adjusted the focus.

Then because Jin Linkun wrote too fast, before he turned around, he threw the phone into the table in a hurry.

The second half of the make-up class is time for practice and Q&A, and it also gives students who have just absorbed a lot of new knowledge a little time to digest and master it.

Jin Linkun assigned a page of questions and cast them on the projection screen for the students to practice copying. Then he went down and went around the classroom to answer questions that occasionally raised their hands.

The students in Class [-] have been captured by the study. For the time being, no one pays attention to the relationship between the tutor and the man in black. They concentrate on studying and discussing the topic. There is "Mr. Jin" on the left and "Mr. Jin" on the right, which is very substituting.

Yu Sheng turned the pages of the exercise book intently, and within two pages, a somewhat familiar figure landed on the pages of the exercise book.

You can recognize this person by his shape, without raising his head, Yu Sheng brushed him aside twice: "Rang Rang, Mr. Jin, block the light."

Jin Linkun was slightly dumb, and turned sideways for him in cooperation.

The effect of supplementary lessons seems to be pretty good, and he didn't lose the chain in front of Yu Sheng's classmates.

After talking too much just now, Jin Linkun subconsciously cleared his throat twice, wanting to talk to him, but the thermos in Yu Sheng's hand had already been smashed.

Throat-moisturizing tea, with a little honey fragrance and sweetness, the chubby fat sea floats in the light yellow tea.

Jin Linkun took a few sips, couldn't help but raised the corners of his lips, and leaned over holding the thermos cup: "Kid, is there anything you don't understand?"

He supported the back of Yu Sheng's chair with one hand, his chest and shoulders were overturned, and a faint warmth fell on the back of Sheng's neck and shoulders.

Yu Sheng put down his pen and raised his head to meet his smiling eyes.

……

Duan Lei had just solved a grammar problem on his own, and he had a strong sense of accomplishment. He held up the counting paper and asked Mr. Jin to help him see if it was correct. When he raised his head, his voice suddenly stuck in his throat.

Right next to him, a humorous tutor who quoted extensively from other sources leaned over, pressed the paper on Brother Sheng's desk with one hand, and carefully explained the questions on it.

Brother Sheng, who was able to put the gangsters outside the school on the wall with one hand, seemed not paying attention at all. He looked up at the remedial teacher for a while, leaned his shoulders back slightly, and rested the tip of his hair on the shoulder of the silver-gray shirt.

It was very slow, almost imperceptible if you didn't look carefully, and rubbed lightly twice.