Don't Talk To Me!

The sports meeting lasted three days with vigor and vitality.

The javelin competition was over on the first day, and Yu Sheng was rummaging through tomato-flavored potato chips in Jin Linkun's schoolbag, just in time for the class leader to come over to ask for help, battered and battered.

Suddenly, for some unknown reason, they were invited to eat roast sausage by their substitute English teacher. Duan Lei chewed it with gusto, and raised his head when he heard this: "Aren't all the projects filled?"

"Don't mention it." The squad leader pressed his forehead, "In order to protect the students' experience of watching and participating in the competition, the school mercifully forbids national second-level athletes and above from participating in this event, and unilaterally abuses innocent students."

The sports committee had just finished the 5000-meter race, and happily won the first prize, interrupted in surprise: "When did it happen?"

Squad leader: "Just now, when you ran the second lap of the 5000-meter set."

Sports Committee: "..."

There are quite a few athletes from the National Secondary School in No. 2 Middle School. To participate in the competition is to ruthlessly harm the young hearts of innocent ordinary students.Especially after the sports committee had set other people up for two laps, they actually ran backwards while encouraging No.[-]: "Come on, lift your legs, you can do it!"

This arrogant attitude directly caused No.2 to run out of breath, and it has not recovered yet.

The sports committee was heartbroken for a while: "In this case, don't I have the right to fight for honor for the class?"

"Not necessarily." The squad leader patted him on the shoulder, "Did you step over the hurdle?"

Sports Committee: "No, I will just knock down the bar and hug the ground."

The squad leader nodded, and confidently filled him into the vacancy on the hurdle: "Okay, now you have the right to fight for honor for the class again."

……

After a round of statistics, 3000 meters still fell on the head of Yu Sheng who had nothing to do.

"It's almost enough, we have enough classes."

The squad leader was afraid that Yu Sheng would continue to sprint like last year, so he promised in advance: "Brother Sheng, you should take a walk, or come back after a stroll."

Yu Sheng nodded: "OK."

I agreed very happily.

During the real competition, the squad leader sat on the sidelines, looked at Yu Sheng who passed the second half lap amidst the enthusiastic cheers of Class [-], and tugged at Duan Lei next to him: "Is what Brother Sheng just said right?"

"Yes, but you have to see who runs with you."

With the sausage in his mouth, Duan Lei pointed out to him the lighthouse in front of him: "Just now I overheard that Mr. Jin said that he would compete with Brother Sheng to see who can run faster."

To be honest, he didn't quite understand Jin Linkun's operation.

After all, the monitor of the class next door had just jogged 800 meters with his girlfriend, and he was still coaxing her softly not to force her, but to do her best.

As a result, when he turned his head, two gusts of wind rushed out behind him.

The other contestants who were caught temporarily to make up the number were infected by this atmosphere, and could only grit their teeth and run forward. After a while, they lost confidence and motivation to chase, and supported each other to slow down.

……

"Look." The director of the education department selectively ignored the little bastards and bastards in front of him, and was very relieved to pull the principal, "Everyone has become much more united."

The people behind didn't know how far they were thrown away, and Yu Sheng strung to the side, allowing Jin Linkun, who was running on the inner circle of the lawn, to sneak into the track.

He knew what Jin Linkun was doing, so he thought about saying no, but after thinking about it later, it was actually unnecessary.

After all, running is good for exercising cardiorespiratory strength.

And the feeling of having someone shoulder to shoulder when running like this is really much better than usual.

That feeling of not worrying about anything, just sprinting forward in one breath.

The air after the rain was a bit cooler than usual, the temperature was neither too hot nor too cold, and there was a whistling wind while running.

Lying on the runway last year, Lao He sat next to him and pressed his shoulders: "There are people who are not good enough in this world, and there are things that are not happy enough. There are many hurdles that you feel that you will never be able to overcome. , it stops you, hurts you, hurts you so much."

The homeroom teacher, who is usually not upright, lowered his head and smiled patiently at him: "Teacher, I promise, it won't stop you forever."

For some reason, while running, Yu Sheng suddenly remembered the kiss in the movie theater.

Jin Linkun's hand quietly reached out to prop up the armrest that was stuck between his ribs for him.

3000 meters, 400 meters in a standard playground, seven and a half laps.

Yu Sheng stepped on the line earlier than Jin Linkun, and stopped a few steps to step into the grass, panting for breath while holding his knees.

The boy in charge of scoring hurriedly pressed the stopwatch, reported his grades, and stopped Jin Linkun who was about to leave after crossing the line: "Student, wait a minute, we need to record the grades, which class are you in..."

"Not in any class." Jin Linkun also panted, wiped off his sweat and smiled at him, pointing to Yu Sheng, "I am the family member of that little classmate."

The boy in charge of scoring: "..."

Unable to stop immediately after running, Jin Linkun took Yu Sheng's arm and walked forward half a circle.

"No need." Yu Sheng was very tired from sprinting, and he recovered earlier, "Not tired at all."

Jin Linkun patted him on the arm: "Let's take a walk and experience the feelings of other students. They haven't crossed the finish line yet."

Hearing Jin Linkun asking him to "experience the feelings of other students", Yu Sheng turned his head, almost wanting to record this sentence as an alarm for the innocent summer camp students to wake up in the morning.

It must be the fastest and most effective way to ignite the anger of the students and start an extremely efficient day.

The two of them didn't need to talk, Jin Linkun guessed what his boyfriend was thinking, coughed lightly and raised the corner of his lips: "People always have to improve... Are you not tired?"

Right now, his breathing and heartbeat are still a little anxious. He hasn't run for a long time, and he didn't feel it just now, but now his body feels a little sore.

Yu Sheng was also anxious, but he was used to not taking it seriously, so he shook his head: "Not tired, it's much easier than kissing."

Jin Linkun: "..."

The little girl at the side mustered up her courage and ran over, ready to deliver water: "..."

Yu Sheng didn't even realize that a little girl wanted to chase him, and didn't think there was a problem with what he said. He was still carefully comparing the difference between the two kinds of exercise on the increase in heart rate: "What's wrong?"

"fine."

Jin Linkun looked at him, rubbed his forehead, and finally couldn't hold back his smile: "It's good, really."

...I don't know why I poked this person's smile.

Yu Sheng raised his hand and laughed, and the man lying on his shoulders once again hesitated for a while between beating him up or forgetting about it, but he was still too lazy to do it, and took a piece of paper to wipe the sweat from his temples: "Okay, why don't you take my clothes to wipe the sweat?"

The kid's tone was quite impatient, and he took off his glasses, and took out a glasses cloth from which pocket, wiped it clean, and put it back on his face.

Jin Linkun managed to suppress his smile, took a deep breath, and rubbed Yu Sheng's head: "It's okay, just practice more and you'll get used to it..."

After finally making it through the National Day holiday, Cen Rui and Liang Yifan, who came to the No. [-] Middle School to find out their classmates, found out where they were and went all the way to find them. They happened to see Brother Sheng lift his leg and kick Kunshen into the side of the playground. in the bunker.

Liang Yifan: "It's very satisfying."

Xia Junhua nodded: "You feel refreshed."

"Life is finally complete." Cen Rui breathed a sigh of relief, "I always feel that something is missing around me these days..."

Friends came from afar and the sports meeting was over. Jin Linkun invited old friends from the summer camp to have a meal.

He was the only host, and Ding Zhengjiao couldn't help looking for someone: "Where's Brother Sheng?"

"Brother Sheng is doing exercises, don't allow them to watch." Cen Rui was well informed, and quickly picked up the chicken in the Kung Pao chicken, "The ninth set of radio gymnastics will lead the exercises tomorrow, and their class will have a competition."

Just thinking about that scene, Liang Yifan shuddered unconsciously, and the desire to survive quickly rose spontaneously: "I don't want to watch it, so don't bother me."

"What about your courage?" Cen Rui hated iron for being weak, "You didn't say it back then, as long as you knelt down, would you be able to scare Brother Sheng to forgive you?"

Liang Yifan stood firm: "That's a normal situation. Brother Sheng leads the team to do radio exercises. Do you think this is a normal situation?"

Although the summer camp had been over for a long time, Yu Sheng was still there. Several people discussed for a long time, but no one dared to go to watch the spectacular scene of Yu Sheng leading the exercise.

It's normal for Jin Linkun to chat and send messages, but he still doesn't talk much when he really sits with other people. He finds a bowl to take food out, and occasionally laughs and chats with them.

"God Kun, how are you doing lately—forget it, just look at your outrageous 727, and you will know that you must be special."

Xia Junhua asked half a sentence, then filled in the answer himself, sighed extremely depressed: "Our head teacher stimulates us with you every day, how can you pass the exam like this?"

The difficulty of this exam is too high, so there are so many questions, the overall score has dropped sharply, and the degree of discrimination is not high enough.

The other old model high schools in their province did not refer to it, and Jin Linkun's score of 727 was 2 points higher than that of No.[-].

Jin Linkun has been taught a lot by Yu Sheng recently, and he also knows how to take care of his classmates' emotions. He was going to humbly say that it was just luck, but it turned out that Yu Sheng came over after practicing.

Yu Sheng came late, so he heard Xia Junhua's "How could you pass the exam like this?" He pulled out his chair and sat down: "Don't blame him, he skipped a few steps in mathematics and physics, just go back and correct it."

Jin Linkun: "..."

Xia Junhua: "..."

"Those who are close to the vermillion are red, those who are close to the ink are black."

In the silence, Liang Yifan had expected it a long time ago, lying on the table dying: "Brother Sheng, if I didn't beat you, I would have jumped up and hit your knee."

Although chatting and contacting each other every day, they actually haven't seen each other for a long time.

Cen Rui first booed and wanted to do something meaningful, and finally a group of people found a cool bar, and one of them ordered a glass of colorful cocktails, and in front of him was a set of hand-copied math papers carefully arranged by the teacher of H Middle School.

Xia Junhua, a contestant, accidentally got in, holding the paper and sighing: "Deputy team leader, we shouldn't have given the initiative to you."

"Be serious." Kong Jiahe pushed his glasses and put on the headlights. "This set of papers is internal information, and copying is not allowed. I copied it by hand. Give it to me when you finish it, and destroy it."

Cen Rui didn't want to do the question at first, but he was inexplicably awed when he heard the words: "Is it so powerful?"

Such things as "secret volume" and "internal information" will always have an extraordinary attraction for students who are still struggling for grades.

The first offline gathering after the summer camp turned into a few people sitting in a dark corner of the bar, each with a glass of wine and a headlamp, tasting wine while brushing papers.

Yu Sheng really couldn't stand this kind of nonsense appearance, so he forcibly refused the headlight, and Jin Linkun turned his own to him.

The two of them are crowded together, and they are not too open, and their arms will touch each other in a while.

Jin Linkun simply withdrew one arm and put it behind Yu Sheng.

Cen Rui sat with his head buried in the paper for a while, touched Liang Yifan's elbow, motioning him to look up.

Jin Linkun supported Yu Sheng with one hand, and from the perspective of the people next to him, it was as if he had directly wrapped him in his arms.

Yu Sheng didn't seem to have any special reaction either. The sofa didn't take much effort, and he felt a little tired after sitting for a while, so he simply leaned back on Jin Linkun's shoulder.

Shoulder to shoulder, Jin Linkun gently pulled the corner of his lower lip, dropped his gaze and glanced at Yu Sheng, then lifted his arm around him, and stroked his hair.

……

Very natural movements.

Even they felt as if these two should have been like this from the beginning.

"Who remembers the incident when Brother Sheng beat God Kun on the rostrum?"

One set of questions in H is worth ten sets. After finally finishing a paper, Xia Junhua was so tired that he couldn't help but lose his mind while moving his wrists: "It seems like a lifetime ago."

Liang Yifan didn't even want to watch it, so he buried his head and continued to work on the question: "Don't be emotional, it's not that you receive the light waves of Kunshen's dynamic show of affection every day."

Cen Rui held his chin: "Speaking of which, how did you get chosen by fate..."

"All right, all right, don't talk." Ding Zhengjiao still looked like a team leader, and lowered his voice to reprimand this group of students who were still distracted in their studies, "Look at Brother Sheng, it's not as good as writing and reasoning." Can you do it faster than you, can you be a human being?"

Everyone was reprimanded, cheered up, and continued to do the rest of the questions.

This set of papers is much more comprehensive than the joint examination papers. Yu Sheng hasn't finished reviewing some of them. After Jin Linkun finished his own set, he turned to discuss the remaining questions with him in a low voice: "Auxiliary lines are drawn on the side. In fact, the solution is simpler than this."

He explained it seriously, and wrote down the steps in detail on Yu Sheng's test paper.

Although it is still obvious that I can't find the point, and I skip steps while talking, but I can still see the obvious direction of efforts.

As Yu Sheng listened, his gaze unconsciously fell on Jin Linkun's hand.

The hand holding the pen has clear and clear knuckles, and when it is slightly bent, it reveals a very quiet and stable force

Jin Linkun finished talking about his solution: "Your solution is actually pretty good, I didn't think of it just now."

Yu Sheng’s problem-solving habits are completely different from his. They are short, flat and fast. Sometimes several theorems are used in a row. Basically, they can be concise and clear enough for people to understand immediately after explaining them. There is no need to mark the angles piecemeal in the middle of the calculation. up a row.

Jin Linkun looked at his paper and pondered carefully: "This kind of score is easy to score, and the calculation is also simple..."

His voice paused, and he lowered his head subconsciously.

Yu Sheng's left hand fell and covered the hand he was holding on the side.

Jin Linkun was silent for a while, couldn't help pulling the corners of his lips, shifted his weight to his right hand, turned his left hand over, and let that hand rest on the palm.

"I think the set of papers brought by Lao Kong is very good. It has examined several details that I didn't pay attention to."

Ding Zhengjiao was still seriously discussing the topic. Seeing that several people around him were distracted, he tapped on the shoulder one by one: "What's the matter? What's the matter with you?"

Cen Rui stroked his head twice: "I think the headlamp brought by Lao Kong is very good."

Ding Zhengjiao was at a loss: "Why?"

Liang Yifan fumbled for a while, then flicked on the headlights: "Look, we are the brightest light bulbs in this bar."