Don't Talk To Me!

The principal and the director are old and can't understand the art form of young people. They just think that the sportswear looks good. They sat together and discussed the relationship between the dinosaur and the bear.

Jin Linkun leaned on the railing of the rostrum, quickly took out his mobile phone, and took two photos while Class Seven was walking over.

In the last sports meeting of high school, everyone was wearing school uniforms, shoulders were straight, and they walked with vigor.

The boy who walked in the front was holding a class card, and his collar was filled with the bright sunlight falling down.

"Brother Sheng is amazing!"

Coming down from the playground, the squad leader couldn't hold back his excitement, and patted the sports committee's shoulder with emotion: "Cheek and lively, cold and sunny!"

It perfectly fits every expectation they had in choosing a leader's outfit.

Although the other classes came up with a lot of normal and abnormal ideas, and the group of demons danced wildly to attract people's attention, but when they passed by the rostrum, their class still received the most enthusiastic applause.

"It's so handsome." Yao Qiang couldn't help but sigh, "Although I know those little girls are not looking at me, I still want to thank the Sports Committee for arranging me to walk in the first row, which made me feel the happiness of being baptized by the eyes."

The sports committee indulged in happiness with him: "We seem to be the most beautiful boys in the whole three."

"Excuse me, the prettiest guys in No. [-] Middle School." Lao He patted them on the shoulder and led the students to the auditorium. "This is the homework sheet for the November holiday. Take it back and ask the parents to sign it, and hand it in tomorrow..."

After a large number of false reports and concealed reports of holiday homework were discovered, it became a fine tradition of No. [-] Middle School to ask parents to sign the holiday homework sheet.

The group of people who had just cheered up immediately wailed, and the other classes were not much better. Looking at the entire playground, their energy was more than half weaker than before.

In the sports meeting of the third middle school, there were no events on the first day.

There is only an unusually large opening ceremony, which can basically become a large-scale class camping snack sharing meeting.

In this way, at the end of the opening ceremony, two teachers almost didn't finish speaking, so they had to temporarily cut down the speech.

"I told you that you are now in the stage of growing your body, so don't keep eating this kind of unnutritious snack... Are the spicy strips delicious?"

Lao He wisely didn't follow the teachers' contingent to bask in the wind and sun on the rostrum. After handing out the homework sheets, he mixed with the students. When he found that the snacks in his hand looked delicious, he went over with his hands behind his back to educate him.

"It's not delicious, it's not delicious!" Yao Qiang didn't hear the people around him calling the police, so he quickly woke up and quickly hid the rest of the spicy sticks behind him, "Really, it's not delicious at all."

Lao He was a little disappointed, and sat down next to him: "Our grades are almost ready. If everyone is okay, let's talk about homework and monthly exams tonight..."

Yu Sheng's and Jin Linkun's scores have been hung up for a long time. Even if the first few papers are approved first, the scores can almost be awarded in the past few days, but they haven't been notified yet.

As soon as Lao He finished speaking, a group of students who had finally relaxed a little because of the sports meeting quickly sounded the alarm.

Squad leader: "No, no, Lao He, we don't really want to talk about this."

Sports Committee: "The sports meeting is not over yet, we need a passionate and uplifting outlook to meet the test of the organization and win glory for the class."

The school committee: "If you can run away, the monk can't run away from the temple. Comrade Jianguo, please let us live for a few more days."

Duan Lei rushed over, shaking Yao Qiang's shoulders desperately: "Here! Him! Eat! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhss

Lao He got the spicy strips, satisfied to stop beating the students mentally, and wandered to the front row to study why so many girls with strange faces went to their class to ask for directions.

……

Persevere until the last teacher finished reading the speech, and the opening ceremony of the first day of the sports meeting finally came to a successful conclusion.

The classmates on the playground dispersed, and Class [-] purposely regrouped in the class to formally select the broadcast exercises suitable for the competition.

Time is tight and tasks are heavy, so it’s okay to dance the familiar routine. If you want to find a new one, you must decide which routine to dance as soon as possible and start practicing immediately.

"Military boxing? Ballroom dancing?" The sports committee flipped through the video on the phone, "This doesn't look difficult, can you hug your waist, and you have to hold hands and go around in circles."

Class [-] was silent: "..."

"Take a look at the male-female ratio in our class." Their class assistant put his shoulders on him, "then you can know the answer to your question."

The sports committee didn't believe in evil: "Isn't it because there are too many boys, can't you overcome it? It just so happens that our class's literary and art committee and brother Sheng are leading the exercises together..."

Brother Sheng's family wanted to wait for Brother Sheng to go home together, and did not participate in the discussion that everyone had made no achievements. The two of them screened the contents of radio exercises that were slightly readable by the window together.

Duan Lei set up the awning and glanced over there, patted the sports committee on the head: "Look."

The sports committee turned around: "What are you looking at?"

Duan Lei: "Let's take a look at who killed you, and when we hug you and cry and shout that the sports committee can't die, remember to tell us what his last name is."

"..."

A group of people discussed for a long time, but failed to find any valuable clues except for hurting each other.

In the end, it was Cen Rui and the others who helped out and picked out a set of radio exercises that looked much more normal and were very easy to learn.

"What's it called?" The squad leader's eyes were shining brightly, and he wrote it down and prepared to announce, "The young eagles take off? Dancing youth? The vitality of youth? The rising sun..."

Yu Sheng put down his phone: "The ninth set of radio gymnastics."

……

"It's like this." The school committee put his arm around the monitor's shoulders and comforted him, "Think about it, the more unknown the secret book, the more likely it has unimaginable power."

Although the ninth set of radio gymnastics sounds very simple, it is indeed far superior to the other flashy sets in terms of the normality of movements, the difficulty of mastering and proficiency.

Although it has been called by the times for two years, the students who stretch their arms and kicks casually on the playground every day can learn this set of exercises even faster than the original version.

The squad leader believed that this secret of success must not be easily spread to the outside world, and led the students to move the desks, chairs and benches to the corners, close the front and back doors, and paste the windows with waste papers, and practiced the ninth set of unnamed cheats .

In a 6X6 square formation, it is not necessary for everyone to play.After Duan Lei stepped on the foot of the classmate on the right for the fifth time, he was thrown out of the phalanx and stood guard at the back door.

Jin Linkun was also sitting in the last row. He was writing and drawing something on a piece of paper. When he saw a classmate who had a good relationship with the children approaching, he raised his head and greeted him in a friendly manner.

Sitting on the side, Duan Lei couldn't help but glanced at the piece of paper that Jin Linkun spread on the table, and lowered his voice to lean over: "Mr. Jin, are you drawing?"

Jin Linkun erased some miscellaneous lines with an eraser, and blew on the end of the eraser: "See it?"

"I can see it, I can see it."

Duan Lei has always admired him, and nodded quickly: "What is this, a crocodile? It's really well drawn, but the front legs are a little short..."

Jin Linkun: "..."

Jin Linkun erased the tyrannosaurus rex that had been drawn all afternoon: "In a few days, do you have any plans?"

"What's the plan?" Duan Lei was at a loss, "Just... to meet the monthly exam results and prepare to be beaten?"

The results are announced on the last day of the sports meeting, and the days of hard work are almost over.They have already arranged the distribution of the inheritance, and whoever dies heroically at that time will force the inheritor to help finish the leftover exercise book and eleven homework even if they press their heads.

The substitute teacher usually doesn't ask them such questions. Duan Lei guessed that Yu Sheng had something to do: "Brother Sheng, can you help me? We are quite free, so just call us if you need it, and you should be able to help... "

Jin Linkun froze for a moment, then shook his head: "It's okay."

The students in Class [-] have a good relationship. If they knew the date, even if it was a holiday, they would definitely celebrate Yu Sheng's birthday.

It could only be that Yu Sheng didn't want to say it.

Jin Linkun didn't speak in a hurry, chatted with him casually, put down his pen and looked up to watch their children doing exercises.

The boy has a beautiful body, even if he just raises his arms casually and does chest expansion twice, his posture is clearly chic and neat.

The Tibetan capital can't hide its bright and heroic spirit.

Probably feeling a little hot, Yu Sheng took off his coat and put it on the back of a chair beside him.

Not to mention the little girls from the outside class, but the girls in Class [-] are used to seeing them. At this moment, several of them blushed and whispered, and some secretly took out their mobile phones and took several pictures.

Duan Lei sat for a while, and suddenly remembered something: "By the way, Mr. Jin, what are you doing these days?"

"I have something to do on the [-]th." Jin Linkun thought he was going to make up lessons, "What's wrong?"

"that is--"

Duan Lei felt that this was a bit inappropriate to say. After thinking about the way they saw the two sitting together at that time, he felt that he could only say this to the person in front of him: "If you are fine, can you... Accompany Brother Sheng?"

Every year in the third middle school, there is a sports meeting before the 3000th. Duan Lei still remembers that at the sports meeting last year, Yu Sheng reported 5000 meters and [-] meters.

It wasn't long before they were divided into classes, and everyone hadn't gotten to know each other well. The sports committee didn't dare to talk to the famous No. [-] Lieutenant Colonel Ba Duo, so he bit the bullet and asked him tremblingly, "Are you too tired? Both It might be a bit hard to run down..."

Yu Sheng didn't speak, it was Lao He who came over with a smile and pressed his shoulder: "Run if you want, teacher will cheer you on."

Later, Yu Sheng ran two first and second.Lao He also fulfilled his promise and stood by the side of the playground to cheer him on until he crossed the line.

5000 meters is the last item, and there are not many spectators left on the sidelines.

When Duan Lei was walking back with his things, he saw Yu Sheng lying on the plastic track with his arms under his head in a daze.

For the first time, Old He looked very serious, sitting next to him, pressing his shoulders, and chattering with him.

"I don't know why." Duan Lei rubbed the back of his head, "I just feel that Brother Sheng doesn't seem to be in a good mood every time this happens."

It seemed to be waiting for someone.

That kind of feeling is too obvious. The last sports meeting, the seventh class was almost familiar. At the end of the National Day holiday, they pulled Yu Sheng to turn on the black, but someone accidentally knocked off the charging cable of Yu Sheng's phone. It automatically shuts off for a few hours without power.

"It's the first time I've seen him lose his temper."

Duan Lei still remembers the situation at that time: "It can't be called getting angry... He didn't scold us, and he didn't do anything, just—it was the first time I felt that I might be so close to death."

Later, the battery was charged, the phone was turned on again, and there was no missed news.

Yu Sheng went out to blow a gust of wind by himself, and he almost recovered when he came back. He also brought them two cans of beer.

……

It seems that everything has passed, and it seems that nothing has happened since the beginning.

The first practice of the ninth set of radio cheats was almost over. Duan Lei was carried over to help restore the tables and chairs, bid farewell to Jin Linkun, and diligently joined the class labor.

After being reminded by Duan Lei, Jin Linkun began to pay attention to Yu Sheng's mobile phone consciously or unconsciously.

He probably guessed what Yu Sheng was waiting for, and he didn't intend to forcibly interfere with Yu Sheng's habit, and even helped bring a huge power bank the next day.

The weight is full, and it is said that it is enough to charge the mobile phone ten times in a row.

In the end, because Yu Sheng thought it was too heavy, he threw the phone into Jin Linkun's arms.

"Help me hold it, Pian Shen."

Yu Sheng pulled up his cuffs, took the javelin and shook it, found a good one and tried throwing it a few times: "Actually, the view here is not the best."

Jin Linkun purposely found a place on the edge of the javelin field, and was curious: "Isn't it?"

"No." Yu Sheng held the chosen javelin in his hand and went to the referee to report his number. "The rostrum is more effective."

"..." Jin Linkun was tortured at various levels when he entered the school today, and he didn't really want to show up on the rostrum for the time being: "I think if I appear in front of your principal again, he may ask me to be in charge of measuring the distance of the javelin. "

In semi-sports high schools, boys generally have great strength. There may not be many who can throw the discus and javelin, but there are definitely not a few people who can turn these two items into murder weapons. A good referee job has already put life in danger.

Yu Sheng raised his head, glanced at a few people sitting on the sidelines trembling with their heads in their helmets, couldn't help but twitched the corners of their mouths, and stuffed the number cloth into his hands.

3721, Yu Sheng.

The unusually strong and unrestrained font fell on it, and I don't know how it was preserved, without even a crease.

Jin Linkun carefully flattened the number bib, pulled out the pin, and pinned it behind his back: "Do you want to refuel?"

"No need." Yu Sheng turned his back to him, "Be careful, don't tie me."

The kid's requirements for him were really low. Looking at Yu Sheng who kept turning his head, Jin Linkun couldn't help raising his hand to hold his head, and turned him back: "I can't tie it, so you don't believe me?"

Yu Sheng laughed and said nothing.

The boy didn't always smile, but now he was wearing a neat sportswear, his raised eyebrows were reflected in the unusually bright sunlight, and his whole body looked soft and clear.

The closer it was to his birthday, the more Jin Linkun couldn't help thinking about his family.His chest tightened unconsciously, and he was about to rub his hair, but Yu Sheng had already grabbed the half-raised hand and tugged it to the sidelines.

They were still dawdling on the sidelines, and the inspections over there had ended, and some people began to officially throw their guns.

Yu Sheng studied what he was thinking for two days, and finally almost guessed what was going on when Jin Linkun conjured up a power bank that could only be held with two hands.

"Okay, I won't wait."

He stood on the sidelines with Jin Linkun for a while, turned his head and smiled: "This year is different, I'm a bit busy, I don't have time to wait."

Busy with study, practice, competition.

Busy talking to this person, studying with this person, doing a lot of stupid and inexplicable things with this person.

Busy running forward, running forward.

"So you don't believe me?" Yu Sheng bumped his arm, walked forward according to the number, and prepared, "I'll show you how awesome it is."

Jin Linkun's heart beat slightly faster, and he looked up at Yu Sheng.

Yu Sheng held the javelin, weighed it twice in his hand, ran forward, turned around and threw the javelin violently.

The boy's eyes were clear and bright, and the strength accumulated in his shoulders was unreservedly added.

The javelin drew an arc, pierced through the air and went straight up, crossed the entire playground, and firmly landed on the edge of the bright red runway on the other side.

……

This year's javelin throw competition has attracted a lot of attention from the audience.

Yu Sheng usually wears school uniform, either in the classroom or directly from school to go home, there are not many entertainment activities except for fighting and helping the town, and he is not a very familiar face in No. [-] Middle School.

At least compared with the popularity of his name, it is much worse.

Yesterday, quite a few people asked about their class, and today more people came to ask, one after another: "Who is your team leader, do you have WeChat?"

"Are you an art student? Do you need one-on-one supplementary lessons? It's just a simple and pure learning relationship."

"What hobbies do you usually have? Do you like watching movies?"

"Give me a call, please, two roast sausages, never pass it on..."

Duan Lei quickly replied to the message, swallowed by the temptation of the two roast sausages, and wanted to ask Brother Sheng if he could pass the phone call, but when he turned his head and saw the two men who had finished the javelin competition, they sat down again together.

The boy was tall and long-legged, and it was too crowded to sit in the front row, so he sat in the last row.

The substitute teacher held Yu Sheng's shoulders and bowed his head while talking, holding a few bags of potato chips patiently and selling him the flavors.

Brother Sheng was drawing something on paper, and he was so impatient with his promotion, he opened his mouth to grab the potato chips, and then pulled the zipper of the jacket that the substitute teacher had pulled up, and pulled it up.

"..."

Duan Lei withdrew his gaze, stuffed half of Shuanghui ham sausage into his mouth, chewed and replied: I'm sorry, Brother Sheng doesn't have a phone, we don't have WeChat, we don't have hobbies, and maybe we don't need a girlfriend...