Don't Talk To Me!

Not long after, the English teacher, who had been guessed by the students in Class [-] for a long time whether he would be missing an arm or a broken leg, entered the classroom door together with Brother Sheng.

For some reason, Duan Lei felt that Brother Sheng seemed a little popular.

"It might be because of the light." Yao Qiang also felt the same way, opened the curtains and looked at the glowing red Huoshaoyun outside, "Look, today's clouds don't look like scrambled eggs with tomatoes in our school cafeteria."

Hearing this analogy, the school committee of their class couldn't help interjecting: "Can you be a little bit promising?"

"No." Yao Qiang rubbed his stomach, "The food in the cafeteria can't support me. The hands of the auntie who cook today made me think I was hallucinating."

The canteen has an unshakable position in the hearts of the students of the third middle school in the past. Every canteen aunt can shake the spoon out of the afterimage.

Meat dishes are fine, there is no meat anyway, half a spoonful of eggs can be shaken off with a spoonful of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and the final plate is full of sweet and sour tomatoes.

It's bright red, and if you can find an egg, you have to immediately take out your mobile phone to take a group photo and post it on your Moments.

So the reason why No. [-] Middle School's sports meeting has always been extremely lively and able to unite the students is not only because they are high schools that prefer sports and art, but also because the canteen has athletes' meals during the sports meeting.

There is a special person at the window to record, as long as you have the number bib of the competition, you can order a copy, there are vegetables and meat, unlimited rice, and it can be served after eating.

Although it is actually the box lunch level of [-] yuan a piece in the back street, the fact that you can eat meals with meat from the school cafeteria still infinitely mobilizes the enthusiasm of the students.

"There will be a special person to help pick up the athletes' meals when the time comes, so you don't have to go by yourself. Everyone remember to bring all the equipment. Those who bring their mobile phones to play games put a picture of the learning materials on the lock screen. The more complicated the better, remember to pack a book cover."

The life committee member recited the precautions to everyone, and asked Yu Sheng for help with a bag of blank number bibs: "Brother Sheng, your handwriting is beautiful, can you help me write this?"

Yu Sheng nodded, and took over the roster and number cloth.

Jin Linkun also wanted to help, so he asked for another black marker: "Shall I write a little?"

The question of "whether family members are allowed to enter" has not been able to get a clear answer.

Yu Sheng almost threw him out because of the slightly itchy warm air around his ears, and because it was too dangerous to swing someone directly from the stairwell. After stopping, he carried him all the way back to the classroom.

"How about I borrow the No. [-] Middle School uniform."

Holding the pen in his hand, Jin Linkun brewed the standard block letters, copied the name neatly from the roster, and whispered to him: "I found out, as long as I don't wear a shirt, they won't be able to find me..."

Yu Sheng wrote two strokes, the corner of his mouth slightly raised: "No need."

Before Jin Linkun could speak again, he had already lowered his head again, finished writing the number cloth in his hand, and folded it on the table: "I'll pick you up, you can come in."

Jin Linkun's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help pulling the corners of his lips. He touched it with his left hand, wanting to shake hands with him: "Then I'll sit with you?"

The provincial demonstration sports meeting was very troublesome. Jin Linkun participated in it twice, and vaguely remembered the request: "Do you have a spiritual civilization appraisal? Do you need to wear a hat? White gloves? What equipment do you need? I will prepare it in advance according to the requirements..."

The warm body temperature came over, Yu Sheng pressed the corner of his mouth, still couldn't hold back the arc, took a marker pen and drew a watch on his wrist.

Jin Linkun: "..."

Yu Sheng took a closer look, and added a second hand: "Okay."

Duan Lei, who watched the two bosses with a score of over [-], said, "..."

"Come on, all the class cadres come over to gather, and the class representatives are also counted."

After learning that Yu Sheng agreed to lead the exercise, the class leader sneaked into the class through the back door, and was carefully arranging the preparations before the sports meeting: "Half of the people will follow the life committee to purchase tonight, and the rest will follow me to the auditorium tomorrow to occupy the class." The location. The grandsons from the sixth class always rob us of our place, this time we must not let them succeed..."

The so-called auditorium is actually the circle of concrete steps on the edge of the playground.Because the surrounding building environment is different, the location with awnings or baffle banners will attract many people's covetousness.

Every sports meeting, whether you can use moisture-proof mats and plastic ropes to mark out a shady place has become the main content of the competition between the class cadres of each class.

"Back in the day, in the sports meeting in the freshman year of high school, we still went to occupy seats at seven o'clock in the morning."

In the first year of senior high school, the school committee was in the same class as the monitor, taking a note to mark the time, and feeling: "Time flies, time flies, fortunately our high school is only three years."

The sports committee just set the alarm clock, and looked up blankly: "Why is it only three years?"

"Because in the second year of high school, we became six o'clock in the morning."

On the other side, the life committee member who was in the same class as the monitor added a sentence with a broom and patted the sports committee on the shoulder: "According to the arithmetic sequence, if you repeat the study for exactly one year, and the monitor also repeats for one year, then you will be in the early morning. Head to the auditorium at four o'clock. If you happen to repeat five years together, the class leader may take you to the playground to lay the floor..."

As soon as the voice fell, the life committee member was chased and beaten by the sports committee and monitor.

"Hey, bad luck, bad luck."

Only then did the life committee member remember that they were already in their third year of high school, and he yelled twice, and raised his hand solemnly to change his words: "I am willing not to eat mangoes for a year, and changing the class monitor and the sports committee will definitely make a big difference, and I can get into the school I want to go to in a year."

The sports committee was satisfied at this point. As soon as he sat back, the squad leader rushed over and continued to beat him: "Fart, you are allergic to mangoes, so you can't eat mangoes in the first place!"

The life committee member was strangled, his arms were fluttering, and he changed his words like a flutter: "I am willing to eat grapes for a year without spitting out grape skins..."

……

I usually give lectures directly when I come here, but I guess no one can listen to it today.While writing, Jin Linkun listened to the rambunctious quarrels of the students in Class [-], and couldn't help but lightly touched the back of Yu Sheng's hand: "Is your class always so fun?"

There were so many people in the class, Yu Sheng came back to his senses in a flash, and reflexively grabbed the hand and pressed it against the table: "Stop using your hands and feet."

He held Jin Linkun's hand firmly, and he twitched back twice without twitching.

……

The meaning of their child's "less hands and feet" may be to ask him to hold hands honestly and not to take them back.

"Do not move."

Jin Linkun nodded cooperatively, held hands with him in the table for a while, and leaned over his shoulder: "What are you comparing to?"

I had been thinking about something before, and I didn't listen to the people chatting. Yu Sheng took a moment to realize what he was asking: "Javelin."

Jin Linkun: "..."

Before asking, he actually thought about a lot of possibilities.

For example, in high jump and long jump, he can go to help get clothes and take a picture at the right time.

For example, tug-of-war, he can go to help wave the flag and shout the chant.

For example, for 3000 meters, he can go to run with him, help pass water, and give Yu Sheng a warm hug at the finish line.

"……friend."

Jin Linkun cleared his throat: "In your project, I don't seem to be able to find a place where I can exist."

Yu Sheng glanced at him, and couldn't help but twitched the corner of his mouth: "No need."

Probably seeing that he was too disappointed, Yu Sheng sat for a while leaning against the sunset glow like scrambled eggs with tomatoes, held his hand and squeezed it lightly, touched a candy and stuffed it into his palm.

"It's no use."

The young man turned his back to the light, as if he had just digested the word completely, and patted his palm in the middle of the desk through a piece of candy, the corners of his mouth were softened by the sunlight, "Family, when you look up, you can see gone."

……

Jin Linkun felt that it was wrong for Yu Sheng to always say that he was flirtatious.

Obviously, every time their kids tease him, it almost kills half his life.

Fortunately, the two of them sat close to the window, and everyone chatted lively, until the heartbeat slowly dropped, nothing was noticed.

The palms overlapped, and no one wanted to take them away first, which softened the hard toffee a lot.

When Jin Linkun was thinking about whether the toffee would stick to his hands when the toffee melted, his class sports committee bumped into him and knocked on the corner of Sheng's table: "Brother Sheng, it's like this, everyone is discussing your opening ceremony What to wear when holding a sign..."

Propositions were sent one after another, and the Sports Committee was forcibly kidnapped by a group of people with the theory of "Is there a difference between dying once and dying twice", and the minority obeyed the majority and was thrown out again.

The sports commissioner came here with his eyes closed, and after he finished asking questions, he felt that the atmosphere in the small area by the window was a bit wrong.

He opened his mouth and looked at the two people in front of him: "Sheng, Brother Sheng, you—"

"It's okay." Jin Linkun took out the candy calmly, peeled off the wrapper and put it in his mouth, "He threw the javelin, we are practicing grip strength."

Reasonable and well-founded, the sports committee believed it.

There are not so many requirements for the sports meeting in No. [-] Middle School, and there is no selection of spiritual civilization classes.Just to make the photos of the opening ceremony more magnificent, they are required to wear school uniforms when walking in the queue, except for holding signs. The school does not impose uniform restrictions on what they like to wear for the next four days.

As the only part that can show the personality of each class, what clothes the students holding the placards wear becomes extremely important.

"It's better to be bright, unique, and unconventional."

With a pen in his mouth, the class leader pondered and put forward a suggestion: "It can reflect the lively, enthusiastic and sunny side of contemporary middle school students."

The students in class seven were silent, staring at him with complicated emotions and remained silent.

"Although I think I might die, I still want to ask a question." Yao Qiang raised his hand tremblingly, "Squad leader, do you know that the one holding the sign in our class is Brother Sheng?"

The squad leader was very happy: "I know."

A good person is so crazy, Yao Qiang couldn't bear to look at him: "Do you think there is a sentence pattern of 'xxx's brother Sheng' in the few words you said?"

"..."

The class monitor, Yu Sheng, trembled under the cold gaze, regained consciousness, and quickly changed the page of the guide: "It reflects the chic, cold, magnanimous side of contemporary middle school students who don't kill people..."

Jin Linkun took the piece of candy in his mouth, chewed it twice, his thoughts stopped on the previous set of adjectives, and a picture that had passed for a long time suddenly appeared in his mind.

He was still copying the bib number in his hand, and happened to copy the name of the child, carefully wrote the word "Yu Sheng" stroke by stroke, and subconsciously said: "I think-"

The eyes of the students in class [-] lit up one after another, and they all looked over.

Under the earnest gaze of the whole class, their substitute English teacher coughed lightly, raised the pen in his hand, and met Yu Sheng's cold and murderous gaze: "I think... sportswear is very suitable."

The author has something to say: God Kun: No, no, some little dinosaur, I don’t know.