Don't Talk To Me!

Realizing that he had been confused by a thousand questions for nothing, Yu Sheng couldn't eat well for the whole lunch.

Duan Lei was holding a bowl of fish-flavored shredded pork, and sat on the side to enlighten him earnestly: "The essence of human beings is like this. After you have overcome many difficulties and obstacles and passed many levels, why it is no longer important, anyway, it doesn't matter. Anyway, you have to just finish it..."

Yu Sheng was distracted, spoonful after spoonful of egg fried rice was delivered to his mouth.

Leaving aside the question of the nature of human beings, he now vaguely realizes that he does have a problem.

Once something starts, even if it can actually be stopped, it must be done with inertia.

For example, you don't have to answer a thousand questions in an exam, you don't have to finish two cups of porridge, and you don't have to eat all of this plate of eggshell fried rice that has been fried for an unknown amount of time.

"This is human nature! Brother Sheng, think about it!"

Duan Lei was still rambling on to enlighten him, and the more he said, the more impassioned he said: "What you want is not the ending, but the process of this challenge! You defeated it—bah, why is it a steel wool ball again..."

He cursed, picked out a steel wire and threw it aside.

The attitude of the cafeteria of No. [-] Middle School is actually not correct, and it is not surprising that there is nothing to eat in the meal.Yu Sheng chewed a piece of eggshell as usual, and swallowed it together with the rice: "Iron supplement."

Duan Lei: "..."

No matter how rough his nerves were, he still found out that something was wrong with Yu Sheng. He leaned forward to have a look, and raised his hand to touch it: "Brother Sheng, what's wrong with you...have a fever?"

Yu Sheng frowned, and slapped his hand away: "No, I'll eat your meal."

He's just annoying.

It's not entirely because he actually covered a thousand questions.

This kind of annoyance came out of nowhere, like the hole left after the wisdom teeth were pulled out, I got used to it being empty every day, and I didn’t feel anything wrong, but one day it suddenly closed, and it was uncomfortable to chew.

Yu Sheng took a deep breath, exerted some strength in his hands, and pressed the spoon into the rice grains.

... How on earth would someone run out to buy porridge when they see someone with a stomachache in the middle of an exam?

In such a distracted way, he ate another piece of eggshell.

It was a bit big, and it hurt his gums. Yu Sheng subconsciously licked it, and the tip of his tongue was a little fishy and sweet.

It just so happened that Duan Lei was also thinking about this, and while picking fish-flavored carrot shreds in his mouth, he said with emotion: "The eldest brother is actually an examinee. Convinced, what kind of scum is this grade, to be so self-defeating..."

Yu Sheng sucked the blood, took out a tissue to spit out the eggshell, and rubbed his temples: "Everyone has his own ambitions, so stay out of your own business."

Duan Lei applauded immediately: "Okay, it really rhymes."

……

Yu Sheng decided to stop this chat.

The afternoon exam is about to start, and many students have rushed back to review against the clock.Yu Sheng threw down the spoon and took out another tissue: "The exam is about to start, why don't you go back and read your books?"

"He has a big head, so if you don't look at it, what will happen to you in the test?"

Duan Lei's enthusiasm for learning will never exceed three hours, and it is his limit to answer the questions for a whole morning, and he shakes his head in despair: "Anyway, I can't remember it after reading it. At most, when I see this question, I think of it. I saw this thread..."

Yu Sheng didn't answer, just cleaned the table in front of him, and piled the bowls, chopsticks and spoons together.

Duan Lei had already gotten used to his habit of starting and ending, picked up his schoolbag, and waited for Yu Sheng to stand up slowly, and walked out together.

He is naturally talkative, and everyone else is very annoying, only Yu Sheng has the patience to listen to him most of the time.After the summer vacation, we went back to our respective homes. No one talked these days, and I was almost suffocating.

After finally seeing Yu Sheng again, Duan Lei was so moved that he couldn't relax for a moment, and followed behind him to gossip in a low voice: "Brother Sheng, do you know that big brother? What's his name? Which character from the top of the hill..."

Yu Sheng said without hesitation, "I don't know."

Duan Lei sighed in disappointment: "I still want to get to know each other. If the person who pretends to be so aggressive is not a real master, he must be a big brother."

Yu Sheng is not interested in either the Great God or the Big Brother.

He had just eaten, and now his blood was supplying his stomach to digest the plate of fried rice with unknown contents. He was more sleepy than in the morning, and he half-closed his eyes and yawned: "I really don't know each other, I met this morning."

As he spoke, he couldn't help being surprised.

If Duan Lei hadn't asked, he wouldn't have realized that he still didn't know what that black shirt was called.

It's useless to know.

They are not in the same school, and he didn't have any impression of this person before. It is estimated that this exam happened to be assigned to the same exam room, and after the exam, they went back to their respective rivers and lakes and disappeared.

Probably because he was really sleepy, all the messy thoughts flashed through Yu Sheng's mind, and in the end, only the hand on top of his head was left.

It is slightly warm, and the force is neither light nor heavy, as if I rubbed it twice.

Subconsciously, Yu Sheng raised his hand to touch the top of his head.

Duan Lei was abducted by his movement, and tried to touch his head, and immediately hissed: "Damn, the sun is too hot, I said, why does it seem like I smell a sticky smell?" Son……"

Yu Sheng came back to his senses and withdrew his hand.

...is really out of my mind.

Blame it on the silver power leveling last night.

Seeing that he was about to return to the third floor, Yu Sheng stopped, made an abrupt bend and walked back.

Duan Lei was taken aback: "Brother Sheng! What are you doing? You are almost familiar with such a big sun, so at least wait until it cools down before leaving..."

"I'm sleepy, go back to sleep."

Yu Sheng narrowed his eyes, waved his hands, and pulled up the collar of his school uniform: "Come on for the exam."

Duan Lei was at a loss: "Oh, oh, thank you..."

Yu Sheng walked faster and faster against the sun, leaving the building behind in a blink of an eye.

The sun is scorching, shining on people to death.The strong irritability in his chest faded a little bit, and became empty again, leaving a bit of sleepy and headache-ridden daze.

The white ground in front of him, the messy pictures jumped out from the long-forgotten memory, with the sound, playing small movies in his mind in turn.

"It's your aunt's wish. Accept it. It's a gift specially bought for you."

"If the money is on the card, if it is missing, just say it, behave better, and don't keep getting into trouble."

"Xiao Sheng, what do you want to eat? You are a distinguished guest today, let your uncle buy what you want to eat, don't be polite to us..."

……

Yu Sheng closed his eyes hard, couldn't hold back, and hit his head hard: "...fuck."

Almost ten years have passed, and I forgot about it tomorrow morning.

The culprit of everything is that crazy black shirt.

Yu Sheng glanced back, confirmed that he was far away from their examination room, and turned around to find a shady place to rest for a while, when someone suddenly patted his shoulder.

The default rule of the entire No. [-] Middle School is that it is very dangerous to slap someone on the back. The severity is comparable to provocation. In principle, it is allowed to do it directly.

Yu Sheng was so annoyed that he clasped the hand on his shoulder reflexively, stepped back and sank his shoulders to the hollow of his shoulder, locked that arm upwards, stretched his strength hard, and smashed the person on the ground firmly with the wind. on the ground.

Yu Sheng rolled up his sleeves, his tone became cold: "Which fight did you have again? Have you lined up—"

His voice suddenly paused.

The culprit, the mentally ill, was lying on the hot concrete floor. The two buttons of the straight black shirt on his body were torn off by too rough movements, and the neckline was slightly open, revealing a small piece of cold white skin.

He actually found an opportunity to take off a pair of glasses when he was thrown over his shoulder, held them up in one hand, looked up at him, a little hesitant: "...does it count as jumping in line?"

……

Ten minutes later, Yu Sheng carried him back to the dormitory with a gloomy face, took out a tube of burn ointment and threw it over.

The black shirt twisted his head to look in the mirror, trying to see how his neck was burned, and while touching it carefully, he inhaled lightly due to the pain.

Touch it and hiss.

The sound is quite loud, even wearing headphones can't stop it.

With Bose Bluetooth noise-canceling headphones in his ears, Yu Sheng lay on his back on the bed: "..."

He sighed heavily, stood up resignedly, dodged the tube of burn ointment, and raised his hand.

……

After half a second, Yu Sheng said indifferently: "Sit down."

He was actually half a head taller than him.

Not beaten.

The black shirt sat down very cooperatively, leaning on the table and bowing his head so that he could help apply the medicine.

The texture of the burn ointment was a bit like light green jelly, Yu Sheng squeezed a lot into his hand, rubbed it hastily twice, spread it out, and slapped it on his neck.

The shoulders and neck of the black shirt tensed, but there was no sound.

He was in pain just now, gasping for breath like dying, but now it's quiet, Yu Sheng is a little unaccustomed to it, frowning: "It doesn't hurt anymore?"

"……pain."

The lip color of the black shirt was a little pale, so he breathed a sigh of relief and said truthfully, twisted his body and smiled at him: "You paint it, I will bear it."

Very forbearing and strong, deeply understands righteousness, and the picture is very touching.

Yu Sheng: "..."

After all, Yu Sheng was still a troubled boy with a conscience, so he couldn't do anything. With a sullen face and light force, he applied the remaining ointment on his reddened neck.

The room fell silent, save for the humming of the fan.

Yu Sheng finished applying the last bit of medicine, pulled a piece of paper to wipe his hands clean, and was about to hit someone, when his eyes fell on his back again.

I couldn't see it clearly under the sun, but the shirt was actually covered with some dust, and the high-grade fabric was covered with a layer of dirt, which was not pleasing to the eye no matter how you looked at it.

Yu Sheng made a mistake again, he dragged the person who was about to stand up back to the chair, and patted the dirt on his back.

Black shirt: "Hiss."

"What are you hissing?" Yu Sheng pierced coldly, "I fell on you?"

The opponent even had the strength to take off his glasses when he fell over his shoulder. His skill was no worse than his, and it was impossible for him to fall.

The only one who took off was probably lying on the ground, and his neck was almost scalded by the surface temperature of at least [-] or [-] degrees.

He didn't pretend to be professional, and he didn't have enough time to add a dash.

Yu Sheng was so annoyed that he suppressed his temper and patted the ashes on his back.

This man was too dedicated to flopping, and there was a lot of dust behind him.Yu Sheng patted him all the way from his shoulders to his waist, and was about to continue to pat him down when the top of his head suddenly sank, covered with a familiar weight and temperature.

The black shirt twisted around and a hand fell on top of his head.

He was still leaning on the table with one hand, and his posture was a little awkward. Fortunately, his hands were long and his arms were long, so he could barely reach him when he lifted it up like this.

Yu Sheng froze again in an instant.

"Okay, my fault."

The black shirt looked at him, the long and narrow black eyes behind the lens were bent down, the hand stopped on the top of his hair, and rubbed it twice in a good temper: "Next time you really fall, don't be angry."

The author has something to say: Kun Shen: I can’t shoot anymore, if I shoot again, I’ll hit my ass :)