Don't Talk To Me!

Commuting students don't have to go to evening self-study, so Yu Sheng deliberately stayed behind until Jin Linkun finished his lecture, and the two of them packed up their things and went out together.

When going out, Jin Linkun went to pick up Yu Sheng's schoolbag easily.

Yu Sheng glanced at the already cumbersome computer bag folder in his hand, but didn't hand it over, and carried the schoolbag on his shoulder.

Blocked by a pile of odds and ends, few people saw it. When Brother Sheng went out, he slipped his hand into Mr. Jin's empty right hand.

……

"Old Duan, did you hear that!"

Holding his breath and holding his breath until the two big men went out, Yao Qiang turned around quickly, his eyes shining brightly: "He said he is Jin Linkun! Do you think he is a person? It is the God Kun, the one who is very famous in the next province..."

Duan Lei was still in the shock of the scene just now, a little dazed, and pressed him with one hand: "Wait, let me stroke it."

Jin Linkun's name is too famous, especially the high schools in city A, almost all of them have been continuously hit by this great god's deeds from the first year of high school to the third year of high school.

Duan Lei was also the one who called Yu Sheng early in the morning because of the fact that God Kun came to take the third middle school exam.

At that time, Yu Sheng would tell him, "It's not going to happen anyway, forget about failing the exam", and tried to continue to sleep.

In the end, after only one summer vacation, their brother Sheng actually brought the real person back, and even gave them a make-up English lesson.

Sitting in his seat, he thought carefully about the past when the black shirt came to deliver two cups of porridge in the middle of the exam, and tried to think better.

……

Then it didn't work out.

Whether it is the collusion between the god of learning and the summer camp, abducting people into the summer camp to play the role of the man in black, forcing the campers to study hard, and finally unexpectedly becoming good brothers with their brother Sheng.Or the condensed version of the work-study program forced by Xueshen due to life, and part-time tutoring to subsidize the family, neither can explain the current situation very well.

After all, tutors generally don't deliberately go over the wall to deliver meals, and reach out to rub their heads while eating together.

It also won't suddenly get stuck in the middle of the lecture, and then the whole person starts to turn red.

Neither will a good brother.

Good brothers don't give each other lectures at all, they just roll around in the hallway with each other hugging their waists, play games and push the worst ball out of the window.

Duan Lei was preoccupied, and pulled Yao Qiang: "Could it be that tutoring is really just a superficial cover?"

Yao Qiang was at a loss: "Actually, he is an alien, he fell and hit Brother Sheng on the head?"

Duan Lei: "..."

The good brother may need to be smashed, Duan Lei gave up communicating with him, and worriedly grabbed the other end of the sports committee: "Could our brother Sheng have fallen into the trap of the god of learning?"

Getting started with English is easy and difficult to do. The sports committee member is drifting in the tense, looking up with blank eyes: "What trap?"

Duan Lei put his arm on his arm and looked at it, and he was relieved after confirming that the two of them were not there. He lowered his voice and said vigilantly: "Sell yourself to study, if you want to improve your English, first find a partner."

"If you're looking for a partner, someone will supplement your English?" The sports committee's eyes lit up, dying, "Where do you go to sign up, and will the partner be assigned?"

Duan Lei: "..."

Without arguing for steamed buns, the entire Class [-] was addicted to English and couldn't help themselves, chanting words, and a table of small notes was pasted on the table.

The make-up teacher had already left, and there was another group of people around Yang Fan's table, all of whom were enthusiastically discussing the usage of linking verbs and the difference between the past continuous tense and the simple past tense.

Duan Lei guarded the truth within reach alone and lonely, and reopened the English book.

The god of learning who came to make up lessons has not left yet.

Although I have been to No. [-] Middle School a few times, either because of exams or business, I came and left in a hurry, and I didn't bother to take a good look.

It was the first time Jin Linkun came to Yu Sheng's school seriously, so he really wanted to take a closer look.

Yu Sheng accompanied him around the campus: "What's there to see?"

Jin Linkun held his hand, put his fingertips together, and smiled.

There is nothing particularly good-looking, and the campuses of high schools are actually similar.The rostrum of the playground teaching building will not be lacking in these standard equipment. It is nothing more than that the size of the old and new buildings is somewhat different.

But this is where Yu Sheng stayed for two years.

That somewhat indifferent, clean and gentle boy, in the trivial nagging of the director of the education department and the real campus in front of him, pieced together thoroughly and clearly bit by bit.

The breath of autumn is becoming more and more obvious, and the temperature in the morning and evening is getting cooler every day.

Jin Linkun held Yu Sheng's hand, and was about to change his position to warm him up, but Yu Sheng had already stretched down the sleeves of his jacket.

The coat was originally big, and the somewhat long sleeves were stuck between the wrists by the elastic cuffs. When it was pulled down, it directly covered the two people's hands tightly.

The clothes of the two were mixed together, and Jin Linkun looked at it for a long time before he realized that the coat might be his own.

……

But the "ask your boyfriend why he took your coat" has long been on the list of possible beating memos.

Jin Linkun learned the lesson deeply, and the corners of his lips couldn't come down all the way, and he still sensibly didn't ask the question.

Yu Sheng looked at the person who could make himself happy while walking, and was a little confused: "What are you laughing at?"

Jin Linkun squinted his eyes and shook his head happily: "I can't say it."

Yu Sheng: "..."

The campus of No. [-] Middle School is not too small, and it is a bit tiring to walk around in a big circle.

Yu Sheng knew the road very well, so he led Jin Linkun up the fire escape, took out a key, twisted the lock twice, and opened the door to the rooftop.

This rooftop has a strong sense of existence in Yu Sheng's past history. Jin Linkun watched the child unlock the lock neatly, and couldn't help asking: "Hasn't the lock been changed?"

When Yu Sheng was watching the scenery on the rooftop, he had a big misunderstanding and scared a group of innocent principals.

The director of the education department mentioned it when he was nagging, and later the school held a meeting to discuss that the problem was that the old lock was too unsafe, and the students could open it as soon as they pried it, so they changed it again.

"I changed it." Yu Sheng nodded, "Our director threw away the old one and asked me to buy a new one and hand it over."

"..."

Jin Linkun was silent for a long time, but he couldn't find out what was wrong with this plan.

The two of them went up to the rooftop, and the sun had already set by half.

The burning clouds were so hot that the birds brushed against the clouds and flew towards their nests, their black shadows set off in the layers of red clouds.The students were studying by themselves in the evening for the last two sessions, and the playground was a bit empty, and the afterglow used it as a canvas to paint a stream of consciousness.

Jin Linkun suddenly understood why Yu Sheng, a freshman in high school, came here alone.

"Actually they just wanted to leave me with a key."

Yu Sheng pressed on the rebuilt and already very strong guardrails, and shook them twice casually: "These are all post-installations."

If you want to do it once and for all, you can simply seal the roof door, and you don't need to spend extra money to install a layer of guardrails.

A somewhat familiar temperature covered the top of his head, and he rubbed it lightly twice.

Yu Sheng lay on the railing, turned his head sideways, and met Jin Linkun's slightly bent eyes: "At the end of the month, there will be a joint entrance examination for eight schools, the content of the college entrance examination, and the difficulty of the college entrance examination."

Just in time for the monthly exam time of each school, as the first round of level evaluation for the new senior three, I will give each school a bottom line.

It feels so good to be understood without having to finish the sentence, Yu Sheng couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth, without moving the hand on top of his head: "Yeah."

There may be many ways to repay these teachers who obviously have a deep generation gap and whose methods are a bit inexplicably clumsy, but who are gentle and seem to be always reliable.

But the best way is probably to let them know that there is no need for them to worry about the student who used to be taken care of carefully.

In fact, there are more than just exams at the end of the month.

Jin Linkun counted the days. After the monthly exams, there will be a sports meeting in No. [-] Middle School, and he has to prepare for the birthday of their children on October [-]th.

From the end of September to the beginning of October, the calendar is fully drawn, and each grid is filled with very stream-of-consciousness pictures.

Even Yu Sheng didn't understand the accompanying picture this time. After studying it twice, he didn't waste any more time. He dragged Jin Linkun who was passing by the desk down and gave him a kiss, then threw him away and continued to memorize the words.

"..." Jin Linkun felt as if he had turned into a walking human-shaped power bank: "My friend, I think it's actually—"

Yu Sheng crossed out a few words: "Isn't it payment in installments?"

Jin Linkun: "..."

Since he successfully learned English last time, his boyfriend seems to have discovered a new way of learning English.

There are few conditions required, and it is very simple and easy to implement. After a week of practice, the effect is said to be very good.

……

Roughly summed up, it is probably to learn to kiss him for a while.

A very literal kiss, lips to lips for less than a second.

Jin Linkun felt that he had been cheated when he bargained for the price.

However, Sheng didn't have any intention of introspection at all. He devoted himself to studying every night, turned off the light and went to bed when he was tired, and lay down with one arm lifted.

Jin Linkun wanted to collect the bill several times, but seeing the tired look on the brows of the little profiteer he threw away after using it up in his arms, he was not willing to do it.

The content of the entire high school has to be moved to three months to make up, it cannot be so easy.

Yu Sheng has a foundation and foundation, but he also has to work far beyond ordinary people to make up for the missing parts.

Jin Linkun has been summarizing the key points of English for him recently, searching everywhere for mock papers and practice questions for provincial demonstrations, but he can hardly keep up with Yu Sheng's speed of brushing up questions.

"Mr. Jin, please persuade Brother Sheng."

Even though everyone was sprinting for the monthly exam, Duan Lei and the others still couldn't help worrying, and stopped Jin Linkun in private: "Don't let him work so hard, the college entrance exam is still early..."

Yao Qiang was also nervous: "It's not worth it if you break your body. The rankings are all false. We just look at him and think he's working too hard."

Jin Linkun thanked them, but he still didn't say anything when he got home.

In fact, it has nothing to do with rankings or grades.

Yu Sheng is just not used to not going all out for something, or not doing it at all, as long as he does it, it is impossible to stop before it is finished.

Let him see that there is another step in front of him, and he will find a way to climb it.

Jin Linkun knew his temper, so he wandered around the desk every day when he had nothing to do, earnestly looking for delicious food to replenish Yu Sheng's body.Even if they actually slept with Sheng every night, they would still lie on the bed early, and wait for their child to turn off the lights and go to bed in the dark, lift his arms, and slip into his arms coldly.

……

Being cold is still a bit of a headache.

It was getting colder every day in the middle of the autumn night. Yu Sheng felt that the air conditioner was too dry and he was reluctant to turn it on. Even if he put on clothes and covered his hands with hot milk, he still couldn't get warm.

Jin Linkun pretended to be sound asleep, moved his arms, and circled the cold little bastard in his arms again.

Yu Sheng has been working hard recently, most of the time he just touches the pillow and sleeps until dawn.

It sounds like a long time, but it is actually five or six hours.Jin Linkun forced him to take a nap for an hour and a half at noon, and lay down for another hour when he returned home at night, so that he could barely recover his sleep.

Jin Linkun didn't want to occupy his rare sleep time, and he was not willing to make trouble with him, so he hugged the man carefully to prepare for sleep, when the man in his arms suddenly moved lightly twice.

The boy's skeleton is hard, and his shoulders are pressed against his chest, so it is not easy to ignore the strength of the past.

Jin Linkun was still wandering between pretending to be asleep and pretending to wake up accidentally. The unscrupulous little profiteer had already pulled the corner of his clothes and moved up.

The cool lips pressed against his lips calmly.

After a while, probably seeing that he didn't move, he stuck out the tip of his tongue in relief.

The warm and soft touch, a little jerky and too cautious, touched lightly between his lips.

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