Don't Talk To Me!

Jin Linkun's room is very different from Yu Sheng's.

There are obvious, real-life, full-bodied clear traces here.

All kinds of trophies were stuffed in the corners of the bookshelves as bookends, a few large hardcover books were scattered on the carpet, and the lamps were broken into strange poses. It seemed that they were trying to become some kind of abstract art. work.

Moonlight shines through the gaps in the curtains, and gently falls on the edge of the spacious double bed.

He held Yu Sheng's wrist and leaned his back against the door.

The position near the door lock was cushioned by Jin Linkun's arm, and his strong arm was firmly guarding his waist, half-supporting and half-embracing him in his arms.

……

What started as potato chips turned into a tomato kiss for some unknown reason.

It was sweet and sour, and tasted very good, but then I was a little out of breath, and my vision was filled with white light for a while.

When he recovered, he had been brought to this bedroom by Jin Linkun from the entrance.

"elder brother."

There was a certain temperature burning deep in his body, Yu Sheng groped for him, his voice hoarse: "Brother."

Jin Linkun paused for a while, and circled the man in his arms, letting him hold his hand.

The slightly hot breath hit the skin deeply and shallowly, entangled, as if it was in sync with the heartbeat.

The boy bit his lower lip hard, his eyelashes were tightly closed on his eyelids, and his shoulders were tensed and trembling slightly.

The posture is almost heroic.

"I'm here."

Jin Linkun was dumbfounded by his all-out posture, stopped his movements and wrapped the man in his arms, pressed the child's forehead, and said softly: "What are you afraid of?"

Yu Sheng, who was drenched in wine, was exceptionally honest, buried in his chest and shoulders and muffled: "I'm afraid I can't help but do it... and throw you out."

Jin Linkun: "..."

It's pretty scary.

Jin Linkun hugged the man and calmed himself down for a while: "Why don't we go to the living room now and recite Subject One for a while?"

Yu Sheng: "..."

Jin Linkun: "..."

"That's it." Jin Linkun cleared his throat, and held the raised wrist of their child, "I can explain it before throwing it later."

After the keys were delivered in advance and the stars were given away by their teacher, Jin Linkun, with the support of the entire seven groups, had a headache for birthday presents for a long time.

Later, Jin Linkun decided to find another way to take children to do some activities that can only be done when they are [-] years old, and they have very practical value.

Like getting a driver's license.

...The kind of real driver's license, C1, the kind that can drive on the road.

"I know."

Caught in his arms, Yu Sheng relaxed his strength and leaned on his shoulders, moving his forehead against his neck: "Otherwise?"

Jin Linkun cleared his throat, opened his mouth, and laughed lightly, then buried his head in Sheng's neck.

Yu Sheng tried his best to tense for a while, but still couldn't hold back, and then raised the corners of his mouth.

The two lay down together, and laughed for a long time inexplicably, and the scorching enthusiasm just now faded a little.

Jin Linkun rubbed his forehead, breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to lead him to rest for a while, but the boy's hand had already taken his own initiative.

The fingertips that are usually cool, but now they seem a little hot, sticking to the back of his hand.

As soon as he turned his head, the boy's breath suddenly approached him.

A slightly green kiss mixed with a little sweetness that still seemed to be there, and she took the initiative to stick to his lips.

Jin Linkun's heart beat slightly faster, he raised his hand to support him, and was about to speak, when the corners of his lips suddenly hurt slightly.

The boy's ears were red, and his whole body was a little stiff from tension, and the air he exhaled hit his skin.

The force of biting the corner of his lips was so light that it couldn't be more light, but inexplicably aroused distinct heat, gathering and churning in his chest.

Jin Linkun's arms tightened slightly, his voice was hoarse, and he said softly, "Yu Sheng—"

"Brother, subject one... I can't."

Yu Sheng was buried on his neck, his heartbeat was so fast that he couldn't stop, his voice was a little hoarse: "I'm an adult, will you teach me?"

……

The light in the bedroom is warmer, covering it head-on, as if carrying a temperature that cannot be ignored.

The boy was hugged in the soft and thick quilt, the corners of his lips were pursed white, and there were occasional very soft sounds from his throat.

The somewhat thin shoulders were thrown back, forming a slight arc.

Yu Sheng is really completely green in this kind of matter, and he is particularly nervous.Jin Linkun tried it, but decided to slow down the progress and let the children progress step by step.

The palm was covered with hot and hard, and Yu Sheng suddenly throbbed in his chest, and then he struggled to relax again under the comfort of delicate kisses.

"It's okay, it doesn't matter..."

Jin Linkun pulled his hand out from behind, kissed his hair, and wrapped him in his arms: "If you're afraid, bite me."

Yu Sheng shook his head, closed his eyes, and buried his face into Jin Linkun's warm chest and shoulders.

……

In the end, Yu Sheng didn't know how he fell asleep.

It seemed that Jin Linkun led him to the bathroom. He was inexplicably weak, and he was so sleepy that he just wanted to find a place to sleep.

Even though it was the first time I came to this place, because there was an extremely familiar atmosphere everywhere, it made people so relaxed that they couldn't get up at all, and they could fall asleep groggyly with their eyes closed.

Time passed inexplicably fast, it was already midnight when he came out of the bathroom, Jin Linkun helped him clean it up, and he was still burning himself.

He wanted to study subject two, but was coaxed by his tutor to tuck it back into the quilt.

The phone did not know when it received two messages, and it dropped to the side of the pillow with a flashing green light.

He glanced at the birthday wishes generated by the system in the communication software, which were formulaic and inconspicuous, and were covered up by a bunch of strange birthday cheers, happy adulthood, and excitement in a blink of an eye.

It passed by with a glance, leaving no clear impression.

After sleeping in a daze for more than half an hour, the extra cold breath got into the quilt, gently pressed against him, and kissed his forehead.

There was still class the next day, so Yu Sheng set off a series of alarm clocks, woke up from sleepiness, and dragged the humanoid pendant on his body with great self-discipline to go out to school.

"Brother Sheng, are you okay? Is there anything uncomfortable?"

Duan Lei had already dragged a group of younger brothers to make up a leave note for him and handed it in. Unexpectedly, Yu Sheng entered the classroom before the bell rang, and circled around him worriedly: "I am a good friend who feels like a brother at first sight. Said, it may be inconvenient for you today, you may not be able to come to class, let us help you cover."

No one brought a schoolbag to Jin Linkun's house, and the two went back to pack their things before coming to school.Yu Sheng managed to throw Jin Linkun over the back wall of their school. He was still so sleepy that he pressed his forehead and couldn't open his eyes: "It's okay."

The group of people in the summer camp had been to the sports meeting, and he could almost guess who it was who hit it off with Duan Lei: "Tell that brother of yours, he left his power bank at my house."

Duan Lei: "..."

Yu Sheng didn't seem to be in any serious trouble, and seemed to be in a good mood, and he wasn't bothered by being harassed like this, he just lay on the table to make up for the whole morning's sleep.

The last class was for Lao He. When Yu Sheng woke up to change books between classes, Lao He talked alone with great concern: "I heard that you picked up 100 yuan when you helped the old lady cross the road, and waited for the owner at the same place." During the period, I found someone diving into the water, and accidentally caught a cold when I jumped to save people, so I had a slight cold..."

……

Duan Lei withdrew the conclusion that Brother Sheng was in a good mood, and clutched his head, unable to figure it out: "Isn't it more reasonable to write a fake note like this?"

Their squad leader was careless for a while, and actually let this leave request be handed over to Lao He directly, and couldn't help feeling: "Then your reason is too good, why didn't you write that Brother Sheng got stuck on the road when he saved the world?" ?”

Fortunately, it was Lao He who took the leave. Considering the dignity of the leader of his class, he didn't show it to other teachers, and returned the original leave to Yu Sheng.

"You think Lao He is so kind?"

The Sports Committee had this experience before, and quietly opened the book: "What's the use of the original document? If you make a mistake someday, Lao He will turn on the phone, show you a clear photo, and try to borrow one from other teachers. The account of the school post bar..."

The few people nearby all shivered, glanced at Lao He who was smiling on the podium as if he was powerless, bowed their heads obediently, and quickly opened the book.

Duan Lei met Yu Sheng's gaze, sat gaping for a while, tremblingly grabbed Yao Qiang's shoulder: "Old Yao, I still have seventeen sets of papers, five exercise books, and a newly bought Oxford dictionary. I leave it all to you, remember to burn two sticks of incense for me..."

Yu Sheng fell asleep for three classes, regained a little bit of energy, didn't destroy Duan Lei and the note, and leaned against the window to listen to the class for a while.

On the first day of school after the National Day holiday, he was not the only one who was sleepy.

Several people nodded their heads as they listened to the class. The nibs of the note-taking pens were all on the table, and they drew symbols in vain. Maybe they didn't even know what they were writing.

In view of this situation, Lao He decided to use this time to do something more meaningful: "Students, close the book and take out a piece of paper."

……

No matter what time it is, this sentence can be listed as one of the most intense shadows of all students in school.

As soon as Lao He's voice fell, a group of people panicked: "What's going on, what's going on, are you taking a quiz again?!"

"The liquidation at the end of the holiday? The horn sounded in advance for the college entrance examination?"

"I didn't do any cheat sheets! Which ones have I been asked to recite recently? Hurry up and do me a favor..."

"...Let's write down our short-term goals for the past two months, write carefully, and the monitor will collect them later."

Lao He pushed his glasses, looked at a group of students chaotically begging for help, and continued to finish his sentence with a smile: "How are you, are you still sleepy, students?"

……

The class [-] students who were completely frightened couldn't even speak, picked up the pen in a trance, and wrote down their short-term goals for October and November according to Lao He's request.

This is also the tradition of the third middle school.

Because after this period to the end of the year, the first hurdle of the unified art examination is basically ushered in, so students are asked to write down their goals and wait until the end of November to send them out.

It is not only an incentive, but also an introspection, to see if I have fulfilled my original expectations, and whether I have wasted time again.

The short-term goal of Class [-] is very clear, which is to beat the average English score of Class [-] in the mid-term exam in November.

"Why are you still winning?"

In the office, the head teacher of a class was so worried that his hairline ran straight up: "Can you stop using our class as an imaginary enemy, we have all changed English teachers!"

The fighting spirit of the seventh class is very strong. It’s okay to beat the first class when you meet the first class at the sports meeting. In the modified exercise between classes, the slogans must be shouted to the top of the class.

Class One is now under extreme pressure. I dare not go to physical education class, and concentrate on studying every day.I'm afraid that the average English score will really catch up again, or be squeezed out of the first examination room by the seventh class.

"Isn't this also very good, competing with each other and improving each other."

Lao He was not in a hurry, and flipped through the short-term goals of his classmates one by one: "The children's goals should be encouraged, not suppressed, but given room to develop..."

Being stared at by a class of students like a wolf every day does affect hair volume, but I have to admit that it also has many benefits for the healthy competition of the students.

The head teacher of the first class touched the last bit of hair and felt uncomfortable for a while, but he also cheered up and came together to gossip: "How is it, what is the 702 goal in your class?"

Yu Sheng's test score not only broke the history of the No. [-] Middle School, but also almost tied the provincial record for the highest score in liberal arts.

Although the grading of liberal arts subjects is relatively loose, subjectivity is strong, and the scope of examination is not comprehensive, there may be certain variables in the remaining half a year before the college entrance examination.But Yu Sheng's score is still enough to make a group of teachers who have been suppressed by high schools with good students and educational resources for many years look forward to the birth of a city champion.

In particular, this single Miaomiao politely declined the olive branches offered by all the schools, saying that the style of study in No. [-] Middle School is very suitable for the college entrance examination review, and she doesn't want to go anywhere.

"Don't call him 702. Our child has a name, Yu Sheng. Don't put pressure on him."

Lao He rummaged while flipping through, and soon found Zhang's extremely clean and neat handwriting in a stack of highly uniform "Crush Class One! English Go!"

"..." The teacher in class one looked at it carefully for a while: "Subject two, does he still learn to drive?"

Lao He rubbed his chin: "It's possible, he has just passed his full age, and he is indeed legally allowed to learn a driver's license."

The No. [-] Middle School has an inclusive school style and supports students to develop their individuality, especially for students like Yu Sheng who are not easy to be taught by teachers. Learning to drive is not too deviant.

The head teacher of class one thought carefully for a long time: "Subject two...does it take two months?"

"Use it." Lao He nodded and adjusted his glasses, "I studied for half a year, and subject two was very difficult."

……

Du Miao Miao, whose short-term goal is to finish subject two, is sitting in the classroom with the milk that Jin Linkun brought over at noon, and is lecturing to a group of students who are determined to overcome English difficulties.

Under the driving force of competition, the strong atmosphere of learning has enveloped the entire Class [-] since the beginning of the long vacation.

When Bao Qin came back, he was flattered by the students' great enthusiasm for English. He was gearing up to answer questions in the remedial classes of self-study classes, and explained the content and progress of remedial classes in detail with Jin Linkun, a temporary substitute teacher.

Jin Linkun was officially unemployed, and after a few days of feeling lost and empty, he resumed the days of eating together at noon every day and coming to pick Yu Sheng home after school.

The weather has been getting colder and colder recently, and Xiang dragged Yu Sheng to eat hot pot.

For hot pot, a form of food that is completely unaffected by cooking skills, Jin Linkun has a good impression of it after being in contact with it twice. Every day, he thinks about what he can cook for the children to nourish his body, and he starts every night when he is about to leave school. Send out the menu and the bottom of the pot for Yu Sheng to choose.

I don't know if it was to lure him out of school quickly.

"Look at it again, and talk about it again later."

Yu Sheng glanced at the screen, replied two messages to Jin Linkun, and put down the phone: "Tell me, I don't know where."

Yu Sheng's English was a problem, and he was once stuck in vocabulary, but he finally passed this article, and his learning progress began to improve by leaps and bounds.

The first difficulty in English is vocabulary, and the second difficulty is grammar of various tenses.Yu Sheng was not in a hurry to give lectures, and he did not bring much personal emotion. He followed the steps step by step, and he would teach again if he didn't understand something.

The attitude doesn't look any different than sitting on the back wall and helping a gang fight.

"...Speaking of it this way, I suddenly don't dare to fail this question."

Although he knows that this comment is because Brother Sheng fights calmly and quickly without any emotional fluctuations, Yao Qiang still shivered instinctively, holding the exercise book and looking up at Duan Lei: "If I make another grammar question wrong, Brother Sheng Will you whip me up and nail me to the wall?"

Duan Lei couldn't protect himself, so he patted him on the head: "It's hard to say, but Brother Sheng may wish you a smooth sailing in the game, don't overdo it, and none of the teammates you meet are tiankengs."

Yu Sheng was giving a lecture to the school committee when Yao Qiang suddenly drifted over in a daze: "Brother Sheng, nail me to the wall..."

Yu Sheng: "..."

Yu Sheng felt that his attitude towards the topic was obviously more sincere than that of Jin Linkun, and he couldn't figure out what the group of people thought of. He put down his pen before he wanted to speak, and their class monitor suddenly ran in panting: "Brother Sheng... Lao He is looking for you ,Education Department."

Yu Sheng was busy going home to eat hot pot recently, so he didn't even fight much.Not sure why he suddenly came to him at this time, explained the topic to the school committee again in a few words, picked up the phone and went upstairs.

-

The education department not only has Lao He, but also Jin Linkun.

There was another middle-aged man in his early forties.

With one hand behind his back, Jin Linkun was struggling to send him a message. Before he finished typing a message, he saw him at the door.

The man was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, and wore gold-rimmed glasses. At first glance, he didn't quite adapt to the atmosphere of the No. [-] Middle School. He explained to the director of the education department without knowing what to do: "I am really Yu Sheng's parent. I came to him this time to help him. The matter of leaving the account..."

"Let's not talk about this. You come here to dig people and make up stories. Didn't you say it was his long-lost cousin last time?"

The director of the education department has caught many people from other schools sneaking in to poach people these days, and he has already summed up a set of identification methods, and glanced at him: "You said you are his parent, which class he is in, and what class is he in? Do you get along well, what kind of personality do you have, what hobbies and specialties do you have, who is the teacher, and how is your usual academic performance?"

The middle-aged man opened his mouth, his expression slightly stagnant, and the hand that was about to pass the business card suddenly got stuck in the middle of the road.

The director of the Education Department sneered and raised his chin at Jin Linkun: "Say it."

"..." Jin Linkun turned his head, and protected Yu Sheng behind him: "Director—"

The kid was behind him, holding his hand.

The heating in the school came on earlier than outside. Yu Sheng leaned against the window, and his seat was next to the heating. With the thick clothes he forcibly put on his body every day, his hands were not cold at all.

Jin Linkun stood for a while, holding that hand, slowly tightening it.

"Grade Three and Seven."

Jin Linkun turned his lower body to meet Yu Sheng's gaze, and his voice was a little softer than usual: "I get along very well with my classmates, and I am very dignified in their class. All the classmates in his class are willing to play with him. He has a better personality than anyone else, agree He is sure to be able to accomplish other people's work, he likes to learn, he plays the piano very well, and several old professors of Yangyin want to poach him."

"Excellent, can do everything well. I passed 702 in this mock test, and my English is still a little weak, and I can continue to improve my score."

Jin Linkun paused: "This is Teacher He, their homeroom teacher. Their math teacher's surname is Zhou, and the desk is opposite to Teacher He. The English teacher's surname is Qin, not Bao..."

"All right, all right, get people out—see? I don't care which school you are from, just leave quickly, our children don't have time to talk to you."

Seeing the bastards from the school next door talking more and more, they almost figured out their entire teaching institution.The director of the education department interrupted in time, signaling Jin Linkun to take Yu Sheng home as soon as possible, and glanced at the man at the table.

"Don't know anything, parent of fart."