Don't Talk To Me!

Jin Linkun said that the meal was ready, but he actually cooked a table full of dishes.

Yu Sheng took off his raincoat, passed by the dining table, and couldn't help but look around.

When you are a god of learning, your thinking will always be broader than others.After Jin Linkun found out that he really had no talent for cooking, he stopped fighting with the stove and changed his mind.

Yu Sheng stood in shock for a while facing a table of carefully arranged cold tomatoes, salted garlic sprouts, sweet and sour cucumbers and shredded lettuce.

"Tried hot, not very successful..."

Jin Linkun coughed lightly, covered his eyes with one hand, and led the man to the bathroom, "Don't be afraid of cold dishes, don't worry, just pour hot water first."

This is too cold.

It wasn't too hot.

Yu Sheng moved his palm, wanted to speak, but found that his voice was still hoarse, so he could only regretfully delete the content of the complaint, and put forward the demand as concisely as possible: "I want to eat tomatoes."

Jin Linkun's footsteps stopped.

Still covering Yu Sheng's eyes, he bent down to pick up chopsticks, and picked out one that was covered in sugar for him: "Come on, open your mouth."

Seeing that this person's kindness index began to exceed the standard again, Yu Sheng wanted to remind him, but when he reached the corner of his mouth, he couldn't help pulling the corner of his mouth, and opened his mouth cooperatively.

The sweet and sour juice dripped down the throat.

Yu Sheng stood by the table and seriously fed him the tomato and ate it.

……

At the end of the meal, I don't know why I encountered a slightly cool soft touch, which fell on the corner of my lips and rubbed against it for a while.

Just after spending a long time in the rain outside, with Yu Sheng still holding a hot water bottle in his arms, Jin Linkun put on a raincoat, and his body was cooler than him.

The two fought for a few rounds in the order of who should wash first at the door of the bathroom. Jin Linkun took advantage of his boyfriend's slack and stretched out his arms to hug him: "Wash together?"

Yu Sheng was afraid that he would catch a cold, so he had no problem with this, so he nodded.

Jin Linkun plugged in the water heater before going out, and the temperature is just right now.Hot water poured down from the shower, quickly dispelling the chill from the freezing rain outside.

The mist steamed up, Yu Sheng leaned against the edge of the bathroom, and walked away for a while.

His complexion was fair, and the red string around his neck was a little wet, making it stand out.

The key was stuck to his chest, probably because the clothes were too thick before, leaving a small reddish mark.

Jin Linkun pulled them together under the shower, stroked his hair in the hot water, bowed his head and kissed him lightly.

Just as he was about to look for the bath supplies, Yu Sheng had already held his hand and raised his head to kiss him.

The child's canine teeth are a bit sharp, and it hurts slightly when he bites the corner of his lips. His lips are warm and soft from the hot water, and his strength is still green. He clenches his wrist tightly.

……

Jin Linkun went out of the bathroom with a bath towel on, fumbled to find the phone, and wrote "the kid is not breathing again" in the notepad that was beaten.

Originally planning to take a shower and have a meal before going to bed, Yu Sheng was too sleepy, Jin Linkun warmed up two meals and came back, the person leaning on the bed and flipping through the books couldn't hold back and fell asleep.

The boy who had just taken a hot shower, his hair still had a bit of moisture that was not completely dried, and it was attached to his forehead obediently. His face was much rosier than in the rain, and his thin eyelashes were closed, firmly attached to his eyelids. .

The book was left open, half-turned pages caught between fingers.

Fearing that he would wake up hungry at night, Jin Linkun put the meal on the side of the bedside table, took out the book and closed it with the bookmark, and lay down carefully with the person in his arms.

Yu Sheng didn't sleep deeply, turned over wrapped in the quilt, and saw a familiar black figure squatting beside the bed, playing with a flashlight for some reason.

There was a constant sound of movement, Yu Sheng glanced at the empty box on the pillow, it was a birthday present from Cen Rui.

It is said that what is the full name of the Internet celebrity Dream Rainbow Romance Projector, the two of them have studied it twice, but failed to understand the overly complicated operating principle, so they put it aside for the time being.

Yu Sheng felt a little hungry smelling the smell of rice that was close at hand, and didn't think there was anything romantic at this time, so he stretched out his arms and tugged at his clothes.Before he could speak, the machine in Jin Linkun's hand suddenly clicked, and there was a faint sound of operation.

The flashing purple light lit up half of the room in a blink of an eye, and the super cool colorful light crossed the roof.

Lying on the bed, Yu Sheng was still pulling the back collar of Jin Linkun's clothes with one hand, and was stunned at the particularly dazzling rainbow.

Jin Linkun was also taken aback by this colorful Internet celebrity style, squatting on the ground, looking up at the roof: "...ah."

Originally, I wanted to make a rainbow for the children after the storm.

The result was completely inconsistent with the theme of the previous article. It was like opening a small nightclub for disco dancing.

Jin Linkun coughed a few times, tried to rescue it for a while in vain, and tried to cover it for a long time. Finally, he even took off his glasses and put them in front of the small cover of the projector.

Yu Sheng was so shaken that he didn't feel sleepy anymore, lying on the edge of the bed, watching him toss and turn for a long time, and finally buried his head in his arms.

"...friend." Jin Linkun completely gave up saving this rainbow maker and sat on the ground, "Our world needs a little compassion, I think—"

Yu Sheng didn't have any sympathy at all, and his stomach ached from laughing on his elbows.

Jin Linkun originally planned to be tense for a while, but in the end he couldn't hold it back, and laughed together with him until he couldn't breathe: "It's almost done... Don't laugh, I wanted to have a romantic rainbow dinner."

I didn't expect Cen Rui to harm someone.

Planning to have a good chat with the culprit who gave this gift tomorrow, Jin Linkun leaned over with his arms propped up, and was about to turn off the rainbow machine that was still doing his best to create a nightclub atmosphere, when he was suddenly completely wrapped by his other hand.

Yu Sheng also got out of bed with him and squatted on the edge of the bed.

Jin Linkun pulled off the quilt from the bed and wrapped it around him: "Is it cool? It's almost time to turn on the air conditioner. One autumn rain and one cold..."

"It's not cold." Yu Sheng held his hand and moved towards him, "Brother."

Jin Linkun stopped nagging, and turned his head to look at him.

The boy was only wearing a thin half-sleeve, and obediently asked him to wrap the quilt around his body, with his short hair plastered on his forehead obediently.

"Brother." Yu Sheng called him again.

"Rainbow, I see it."

Jin Linkun hadn't recovered from the blow, pushed his glasses, and looked up: "Yes, I saw it too. In fact, I think the building opposite our house might have seen it too, after all, it's so bright that it's hard to ignore... "

The rest of the words were blocked by the children who brought their own quilts into their arms.

The matter of Yu Sheng's family did not cause any splashes in No. [-] Middle School.

The teachers didn’t seem to be any different from the past because of this incident. The principal still went to the next door to fight because of the bastard every now and then. Lao He still went to and from class with a smile on his face. Outstanding Student Award.

The director of the education department also caught Yu Sheng and sent Duan Lei and the others a KFC family bucket. He was so angry that he snatched three pieces of original chicken: "This is a mistake and locked up! Is this a spring outing? Why don't you give ketchup?!"

The original chicken was only five yuan in total, and Duan Lei turned around in distress: "Director, we are going to the Internet cafe to watch online classes from English teachers..."

The lights in the dormitory were turned off at one point and the internet was cut off. Ever since Yu Sheng started to give lectures to the students in the class, the students in class seven were shocked by their brother Sheng's "tell me, how can you not" lecture method, and no one dared to make mistakes. Make another mistake.

I can only go out in the middle of the night and continue to make up time to make up lessons.

……

To be honest, Yu Sheng himself couldn't quite figure out why these people's attitudes towards him were so different from those towards Jin Linkun, even though his attitude was obviously kind and he spoke in detail.

The head teacher of class one also didn't understand: "Is there something wrong with this sentence? It's quite normal."

"Maybe it's because Yu Sheng in our class has a stronger aura."

Lao He was working on a teaching plan at the time, so he arranged for Yu Sheng to collect his homework, and picked up his teacup leisurely: "To describe it more carefully, it was he who sat on the table and slapped the exercise book: 'Let's talk. , where will not, come one by one.'”

"..."

The students in class seven had no choice.

There is no motivation without pressure. Under the pressure that seems to be life-threatening, the students' autonomy and enthusiasm for self-study and reflection have been greatly stimulated.

"Is watching online classes the reason for you to stay out at night and climb over the wall to go to an Internet cafe?"

The director was unmoved, and stared at him with his slippers on: "Is the mistake going to the Internet cafe? Is it going over the wall?"

Jin Linkun helped his children to buy family barrels, and now he is also being disciplined together, and asked Yu Sheng in a low voice: "Isn't it?"

"..."

Yu Sheng was more familiar with their director's style, raised his hand to cover his mouth, and explained concisely: "Shh."

"...Of course it is!" The director pulled a tissue, "but your most serious mistake is staying out at night! The pressure is so great in the third year of high school, and you ran out without making a sound. The school is so nervous, and the teacher is so nervous!"

In the middle of the night, the dormitory manager found that a row of dormitories was empty, and was so frightened that he almost lost his soul, so he hurriedly called the class teacher and the teacher on duty.

The group of people listening to the online class were all wearing headphones and taking notes, but no one heard the phone call. Lao He and the others searched for half the night with a flashlight, and finally had to find Yu Sheng to infer the possible location of these people.

It was a false alarm, none of the teachers who had been tossing around for a long time could not fall asleep, and they were not in a hurry to go back to the teacher's dormitory to sleep, and gathered together to educate the group of students to relieve their boredom.

As a result, halfway through the education, a family bucket was thrown in from the window.

He even brought three bottles of Coke.

The directors divided up the original chicken and the spicy chicken wings, and left after wiping their hands.Lao He was kinder, and only ate mashed potatoes and corn sticks: "Next time you don't come home at night, give me the list in advance, and I'll say it's the second coming-of-age ceremony I organized."

The children knew it was wrong when they saw it, and they cried very sadly holding empty buckets and Coke bottles, so they shouldn't need to be educated.

Old He Shun took the last cup of Coke, patted the heads one by one, and told a group of people to go back to the dormitory to sleep quickly, and he also went back to the teachers' dormitory.

Duan Lei cried until he hiccupped: "Brother Sheng, woo woo, the whole family..."

"..." Yu Sheng pressed his forehead, took out his mobile phone, and ordered another one for this group of people.

Put it in a small bamboo basket that I don't know where, dangled, and hung it in from the bedroom window.

With the enthusiasm for learning in full swing in Class [-], the midterm exam is getting closer day by day.

The importance of the midterm exam is not at the same level as that of the monthly exam. In addition, the abnormal level of difficulty of the last monthly exam has sounded a wake-up call to all the ignorant senior high school students. The entire third grade of high school has been filled with a tense study atmosphere.

Duan Lei and the others all brought vocabulary books in their physical education class, and they stopped playing ball. After the warm-up activities, they disbanded and squatted on the edge of the flower bed, forming a circle, chanting sentence grammar in a low voice.

Yang Fan's treatment was much better than Yu Sheng's. Holding his glasses, he was surrounded by everyone, and he buried his head and lowered his voice to speak seriously.If you don't understand what you said, you will stay, and you are going to save your money and ask Yu Sheng.

Occasionally, someone from the class next door happened to be in physical education class together, and they came to lure them with a ball. Before they could make a sound, they were mercilessly blasted away by the sports committee: "What are you playing? You look like basketball! Walk around, we only have English in our hearts. ..."

With a whistle in his mouth, the physical education teacher looked at the students who seemed to be setting up some mysterious formation to summon knowledge, and was very lonely: "Has the times changed? Am I not the most beloved teacher of the students?"

"Don't worry." Bao Qin, as an English teacher in class seven, has been treated like a VIP recently. He walked down to inspect the country and patted him on the shoulder generously, "You can tell them that English and sports lead to the same goal..."

A physical education class is comparable to self-study.

As the only consolation left for Yu Sheng as a physical education teacher, he played badminton with the physical education teacher for a while, and felt a little bored, so he walked to the sidelines with his racket: "Who can't, come here."

Class [-] students: "..."

Seeing this group of students suddenly start rock-paper-scissors under the pressure of Yu Sheng, the lonely physical education teacher felt a little hopeful, and followed him: "What are you doing? Assignment? Do you want to play basketball? Do you want to jump rope? The teacher is still here. There are a lot of equipment..."

"Shhh." They dragged the physical education teacher and lowered their voices mysteriously, "We're guessing the shell."

Of course the physical education teacher knew that they were guessing Ding Ke: "I know, what then?"

The sports committee was very deep: "Then whoever loses will come out, and ask brother Sheng for everyone's questions."

……

The English proficiency of the students in class [-] has changed by leaps and bounds in just two months.

With homework and classroom quizzes, Bao Qin raised the difficulty level from junior high school to senior high school general review without any trace, and was so happy from ear to ear with the completed homework.Especially when I saw the head teacher of the first class, every time I would hold his hand with great enthusiasm and shake it for a long time.

Annoyed the head teacher of the first class: "Thank me for what! Yin Mei was not the one I wanted to teach English at the beginning! Get lost!"

The roar came from the corridor into the door of the class, and their class life committee member put down his pen and thought for a while: "Who is Yin Mei?"

"Whoever she is." Duan Lei bit his pen and waved his hand casually, "Come here quickly, do you use to or at for this question? I still can't tell the difference..."

The sports committee still remembered this person, but the impression was not deep: "Speaking of which, why did we learn English well?"

Yao Qiang just looked up from the memory method of the root of the word when he was dying: "Ah, isn't it for living?"

……

On the way to study hard, the school bully who unknowingly pushed the last hand of the class is drinking milk.

It was getting colder, and the place for lunch was changed from the small gazebo to the activity room.Jin Linkun deliberately asked the owner of the canteen on the back wall to warm up the milk, but it was still hot every time he took it.

The mid-term exam was coming soon, and the students hurried back to the classroom to study by themselves after lunch, and there were only two of them left in the activity room.

"Isn't it good for them to study hard?"

Jin Linkun didn't go to Class [-] recently, so he didn't know the students' specific psychological state. He stroked Yu Sheng's hair and put a piece of Coca-Cola chicken wings in his bowl: "What's the problem?"

Holding the paper cup in his hand, Yu Sheng took a sip of milk while meditating.

It's not really a big problem.

It's just a little bit strange.

Probably because of the good nutritional supplements recently, Yu Sheng's height has grown again, so he doesn't like to wear his original clothes very much, and every time he goes out with a coat of Jin Linkun.There is still one number difference between the two, and the shoulder seam of Jin Linkun's clothes is a few centimeters wider, and the cuffs can still cover a small half of his palms.

The boy hasn't had his hair cut recently, and it's a little longer than before. When he got up early and went to school, he was pressed all the way by the hoodie hat, and every time it was a clean little smooth hair.

Together with the brown corduroy jacket, the whole person feels extremely good.

Jin Linkun couldn't help kneading for a while longer, and was about to take his hand away when the kid in his family had already finished the last bit of milk, put down the paper cup, raised his head with a circle of milk froth, "Do I look like someone who beats people up a lot? "

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