Don’t Talk To Me!

Chapter 100

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After helping out with Lego all night, Jin Linkun finally realized how Yu Sheng felt when he listened to him talk about physics problems.

Mr. Jin didn't know much about Lego, so he bought a Star Wars Death Star according to the price. Not to mention hiding, it is difficult to hold in your arms, and it is much more difficult to put together than a train.

Jin Linkun held the blueprint and squatted beside Sheng, feeling that it was too unseemly to fight for only one planet: "Friend, I think it can actually be used for some artistic re-creation..."

Yu Sheng was looking for a place with a gray piece, and looked up at him: "Like a skyscraper?"

Jin Linkun: "..."

His father not only gave candy, but rubbed the children's heads.

And tell stories to children.

Actually.

Jin Linkun squatted beside Lego, thinking seriously about whose vinegar he should eat for a while.

Yu Sheng didn't hear him speak next, and sat for a while, then looked at him sideways: "Brother?"

"fine."

Guessing what Yu Sheng was going to say, Jin Linkun laughed and rubbed his head: "My parents and my mother have always been this way, it's very normal, I don't care."

As he said that, he took out a candy from his pocket and squeezed the candy wrapper and touched it on his boyfriend's lips.

Yu Sheng lowered his head and looked at the piece of candy that was exactly the same as Mr. Jin's hand: "..."

Jin Linkun handed it over for a while. First, he felt that this behavior was too childish. He leaned on Sheng's neck and couldn't help laughing: "It's okay, I'm just kidding you."

Yu Sheng's knuckles were a little whitish, and Jin Linkun pulled the hand over and touched it: "Do you like to play this?"

Yu Sheng looked at the Lego blocks in his hand.

In fact, it's not like he likes it much. He hadn't had much contact with this kind of toy before, and he didn't have much interest in it later.

But this was given by Jin Linkun's father.

The atmosphere of the Jin family is indeed like what Jin Linkun said, and it is not the same as Duan Lei, Yao Qiang and their families, which is a bit unreasonable.

But it seems to be good everywhere.

It's so good it's almost delusional.

Before the thought could be taken back, there was a slight pain on the forehead.

Yu Sheng raised his head, and Jin Linkun, who had just hit him with a broken head, looked at him with a rare serious expression: "What are you thinking?"

Two people have been together for a long time, and sometimes there will be some tacit understanding like telepathy. Yu Sheng was a little unsure whether he was asking or rhetorically. He opened his mouth just as he was about to speak out, but Jin Linkun hugged his back and tucked it into his chest and shoulders: "It's not an illusion."

Jin Linkun circled the man with one hand, patted his back twice, lowered his head and kissed his forehead: "It's not an illusion, you know?"

Yu Sheng closed his eyes and rested on his shoulder for a while.

In the following assembly process, Jin Linkun once tried to help. It wasn't until after three consecutive attempts that he managed to put the blocks in, he was finally put aside by Yu Sheng, who was responsible for studying and observing quietly with his mouth shut.

The bedroom was quiet, the eyes of the boy sitting on the carpet were all focused, holding small building blocks that were not too big, and working up bit by bit.

He didn't even care about being kissed twice by his boyfriend who couldn't relax beside him.

Mr. Jin and Ms. Li got up quietly in the middle of the night and found that their son was not on the sofa.

The bedroom door was half closed, revealing a soft light.

Looking in through the crack of the door, the well-behaved and soft boy brought back by his son was already asleep on his shoulders, with long eyelashes quietly closed, and a soft blanket was carefully draped over his body.

Since they were five years old, their son, who claimed to never touch Lego again, put one hand on his shoulder and faced the drawing, struggling, stumbling, and working hard.

If you make a mistake, take it apart and reinstall it, without any impatience at all.

When the parents were very cooperative, they looked at each other, no one said a word, and went back to the room lightly.

Although they confuse their son's birthday with the anniversary of the disappearance of neutrinos in nuclear reactors, the Jin family's parents are obviously not the kind of people who would change their itinerary to give their son a better birthday.

In the middle of the night on the 6th, Mr. Jin and Ms. Li, who were about to leave in a hurry, sneaked into the bedroom, rocked their son and their children together, and the family took the time to sing a birthday song together.

Broadway and China are separated by half the world's time difference. During the early morning flight, Jin's father and Jin's mother did not let the two children toss with them, and called for a car.

Unexpectedly, after packing my luggage and walking to the living room, I found two bento boxes prepared earlier on the entrance.

Wooden, with a sealing buckle, the soup was drained deliberately, and it was neatly stacked together.

It also has a very delicate hand-painted illustration bookmark.

Mr. Jin, who was about to go out, was dragged back by Ms. Li. After studying the two bento boxes for a while, he gathered his luggage again and carried the bento in his hand.

The security door clicked, and the room that had been lively all day was cleaned up again.

The Lego blocks have been assembled, and there are no flaws except that Jin Linkun turned the drawing upside down.

Jin Linkun had been restored to the bedroom by default, lying on the bed around Yu Sheng, rubbing his neck lightly.

The force on his shoulders was a little heavy, Jin Linkun tightened his arms again, lowered his head and whispered to him in his ear: "Mom and Dad took the lunch, let me say thank you to you."

Jin Linkun took the mobile phone and continued to scroll down the news: "They said that you can bring soup next time, because you couldn't hold back on the road and finished eating."

Yu Sheng: "…"

It's too early to get up, and it's not clear yet. Jin Linkun propped himself up and turned off the light. As soon as he lay back, he heard Yu Sheng's voice: "Next time?"

"Yes." Jin Linkun smiled, "If they have a heart that yearns for freedom, they will come back several times a year."

Jin Linkun divided the quilt between the two, and touched Yu Sheng's hair: "Is it something delicious?"

The breath between the neck fossa stopped quietly for a moment, the short hair that was attached to it rubbed twice, and nodded lightly.

Jin Linkun lowered his head, his eyes curved.

The two of them just finished singing the birthday song in unison, and they are still controlled by the familiar melody. Jin Linkun lay in bed for a long time, but couldn't brew any sleepiness, so he simply hugged Yu Sheng and sang to him.

The person in his arms didn't speak, and it looked like he had fallen asleep early.

Jin Linkun hugged him for a while, raised the corner of his mouth, and stroked the child's hair: "Of course, next time, both parents will like you."

Because they were pulled up in the middle of the night to celebrate their five-minute birthday urgently, both of them overslept without any suspense.

It was noon when he opened his eyes, Jin Linkun opened his phone, and there was already a row of unread messages on it.

The classmates at the summer camp were very considerate, and sent him all kinds of comprehensive exercises and super-difficult competition questions from the school as birthday gifts. Liang Yifan also sent him a voice to describe a complete user guide.

"Take Brother Sheng to learn Chinese together, hold Brother Sheng to learn mathematics together, and then go to bed to learn English."

Liang Yifan gave him a very complete design: "Education is entertaining, and what you have learned is put into practice! God Kun, think about it! Think about it!"

Jin Linkun looked at the phone and couldn't figure it out: "What have I been doing recently?"

Yu Sheng just woke up, his thinking was still a little dull, he pressed his forehead and briefly recalled: "Did you tell them the English grades of our class?"

After all, it is also the first time to teach people to teach results. Jin Linkun not only posted a circle of friends, but also deliberately mentioned it to everyone in the summer camp.

After thinking about a group of good friends who were tormented by "ABD is not right and chose C", Yu Sheng nodded and felt that this matter was nothing to be surprised: "Think about it, they didn't send you a ransomware virus already. Very polite."

Everyone in the summer camp is still trying to get revenge because of their different treatment. The seventh class listened to Duan Lei listening to his good friend saying that Teacher Jin was celebrating his birthday, but they started booing in the class and wanted to invite their substitute teacher. have a meal.

This time, the English grades were good, and the overall grades were significantly raised together. Everyone went home in a much better situation than before.

The Sports Committee and their family specially rewarded him with 200 yuan, promising him to play crazy for two days and weekends, and be arrogant in the group.

Lao He also felt that this matter was very meaningful, and joined in the fun: Yes, the class fee for the last coming-of-age ceremony has not been used up.

It took a lot to climb the mountain last time, and the squad leader was a little surprised: Haven't used it yet? Are we saving so much

Lao He: Yes, enough for everyone to bake a bunch of gluten.

The students in Class 7 took Lao He on the air and democratically decided to go to a dinner date.

Yu Sheng washed his face and came back, and heard that everyone was going to meet Gudu Gudu Chuanchuanxiang healthy self-service barbecue: "...what?"

"Gudu Gudu skewered healthy self-service barbecue."

Jin Linkun read his name again: "Is there still this store in our back street?"

Even if there is, just because of this name, the one who is carrying the handle will definitely not go.

It seems that most of the people in the group have been there, and they are in high spirits, urging them to gather after half an hour. Yu Sheng deliberately touched the mask before going out with Jin Linkun.

It is said that it is a reward for the hard work of the English tutor, but in fact, it is a group of people who have been studying and learning has become crazy recently, and the joy of improving their English scores has nowhere to express. They want to find a chance to get together and go crazy.

In contrast to Yu Sheng, the seventh class generally did not have the kind of reverence that Jin Linkun had in the summer camp. Jin Linkun blew out the candle and was smashed head-on by a piece of cake.

Jin Linkun had been prepared for a long time. Today, he deliberately put on an old sports suit, pulled Yu Sheng out of the way of the cake, and quickly picked up the rest of the cake: "Food is precious, they condense the sweat of the working people..."

Teacher Jin is right, the students no longer have trouble with the cake.

Jin Linkun took Yu Sheng and turned around, and the next second, he was overwhelmed by the falling ribbons.

Hard to guard against.

This time the crowd was uneven, the private room was not big, the door was closed, and the room turned into a sea of ribbons in a blink of an eye.

Jin Linkun took off the bright little star ribbon on Yu Sheng's head and took a closer look: "Friend, do you think this thing looks familiar..."

"Familiar." Yu Sheng patted the ribbon on his body, "Go back and send a ransom virus to Liang Yifan."

The two of them were too close together, the sports committee jumped up and fell down, the direction was a little off, and most of them were sprinkled on Yu Sheng.

The bag of ribbons that was given to Yu Sheng for his birthday was not wasted at all. It was handed over to Duan Lei, his close brother, through Liang Yifan, and also contributed a new surprise to their god Kun.

Yu Sheng ruled in the seventh class for too long, the sports committee turned around and ran away, and a group of people who were booing also hugged each other: "It was brought by Duan Lei, designed by the monitor, hidden by the academic committee, and the sports committee fell..."

The class cadres were sold collectively and couldn't believe it: "Didn't you all vote for the idea? What about unity?!"

The unity of the class is nothing in the face of their brother Sheng's rule.

A group of people made a fuss in a blink of an eye.

Shiwei leaned back against the door and shivered, and suddenly heard the door lock rattle.

The people in the house couldn't see the outside, so they shouted together in a hurry: "No, don't open the door yet—"

Lao He happened to meet the director of the education department on the way to grab a meal. He smiled and raised his hand to push the door. He was still talking to the director who had to come to congratulate the students for their good grades. Just study…”

The words fell, and the two of them had been buckled firmly on the head by the last remaining pot of ribbons hidden in the back door.

A good meal finally turned into an hour and a half of quality education for the director of the education department.

Yao Qiang picked up a piece of ribbon and put it into the pocket held by their squad leader: "Why keep it, what's the use of this thing?"

"Keep it." The squad leader thought for a while, and he was still unfinished. "Maybe in another two months, who else will be lucky..."

There was a lot of noise in their class, and they collectively came out to clean up the ribbons, which attracted the attention of many diners.

This store is on the back street. Many students come to eat here, and they often choose a nearby area for dinner parties.

The sports committee carried a pot of streamers and dumped it into the sack, and was about to go to the other side to help clean it up, when a lukewarm sarcasm suddenly sounded beside him: "What's the matter, I can't go to school, come here to work?"

The voice was not familiar, so the body committee looked up, not recognizing the one who was in the lead, but first recognized Chang Chi who was following behind.

Ever since he was forced to memorize the words under the hoop in that ball game, Chang Chi walked around in circles when he saw the people in his class. In addition, the two grades were not in the same building, and he hadn't faced each other for several days.

"Where's Brother Sheng?"

Duan Lei just came back from washing his hands, lowered his voice and looked for the squad leader: "The leader of their craftsmanship is Shan Xian. They all call him Lord Xian. It is said that he is on the same level as our brother Sheng..."

There are no secrets about this kind of thing between schools, especially the gossip, which can spread to the whole circle in half a day.

Chang Chi was well-known for his craftsmanship back then, but he was slaughtered in a general high school, and was laughed at for several days even in their circle. I came over to eat next door today, blew two bottles of wine, and when I heard the news, I called a group of people, intending to find the place back.

"Go to Brother Sheng, tell Brother Sheng, don't come here first."

The squad leader blocked the person back and lowered his voice to the school committee: "He is going to be the champion of the province, so he can't take the punishment."

Usually go out to support their brother Sheng to support the scene. If there is such a difficult person to look at, their class still doesn't want Yu Sheng to be provoked.

The school committee seems to have something to say: "But—"

"but what?"

The squad leader became serious: "Brother Sheng provokes everything? This kind of person is very difficult to deal with. If you beat him today, you might get a sap tomorrow, you know?"

"I know." The Academic Committee nodded, "But..."

The academic committee is good in everything, but there is too much nonsense.

The squad leader beat him: "No but!"

Academic Committee: "… "

They have also fought a few times in the sports committee. They have some experience in this kind of thing. They stood up to block the people in their class: "What do you mean?"

Shan Xian is two years older than them. He has studied engineering for five years. He is also a graduate of this year. He is well-known in the streets of engineering.

There are also a lot of sports students in No. 3 Middle School, but it is undoubtedly not enough to see compared with this group of people who have been on the streets all the year round.

Shan Xian didn't take these students seriously at all.

Chang Chi's troubles, although this kid was so stupid that he didn't even dare to report the name of the other side, but even a group of people involved in engineering were ridiculed for several days.

He has never opened his mouth until now, and now he glanced at the group of students who were still wearing school uniforms, and said in a heavy tone, "Who picked the head?"

The people who came here didn’t seem to be easy to mess with. The monitor felt that this kind of thing could only be solved by unity. Without answering his words, he lowered his voice and assigned tasks: “The sports committee is entangled with him, we will find a way to deal with the rest, and the school committee will find someone. …”

The Sports Committee took off his coat and threw it to Duan Lei, and moved his wrist twice.

Their academic committee is still indomitably raising their hands.

The squad leader is making preparations before he starts, and he can't stand it: "Okay, okay, hurry up, but what?"

"But our director of education and Lao He haven't left yet."

The school committee turned back and glanced: "they met the principal of engineering and technology, and they came back together just now. They are sitting in our private room, eating our barbecue, and chatting happily with our brother Sheng and Mrs. Jin..."