Boyfriend is a little weird today.
Maybe in a good mood.
Jin Linkun pondered for a while, and felt that he should not miss this opportunity: friend.
Yu Sheng:
Jin Linkun: If you still don't call.
Jin Linkun: Just put on pajamas and let me pull my tail.
After a while, Yu Sheng's reply came: "…
Yu Sheng: OK.
In the evening, the good friends of the summer camp Lian Mai discussed the topic of the same model. Liang Yifan was recited this conversation, and he was so frightened that he almost couldn't stand: "Brother Sheng said yes?"
Jin Linkun was also a little puzzled: "Yes."
Liang Yifan shivered: "Kun God, are you sure you are still alive now?"
Jin Linkun: "..."
Not only alive, but not even beaten.
Even Jin Linkun himself felt that this was a bit abnormal.
Liang Yifan felt that this matter must not be so peaceful on the surface: "Kunshen, you must be careful these two days. It's best to buy insurance, or deal with the things you need to deal with first."
in case.
Jin Linkun felt that his children were too terrifying to be thought of by these people, and he was not satisfied: "Isn't it?"
Liang Yifan has already quickly got off the line.
The avatar also quickly turned gray, and there was no movement no matter how you tapped it.
"Lao Liang said that he was going to take up his schoolbag and go to the end of the world recently, so let's not contact him, especially Kunshen."
After a while, Ding Zhengjiao came out to help with the retelling, and was curious by the way: "What's the matter, he failed the test?"
Carrying a schoolbag and going to the end of the world is often included in the plans of the seven groups in the summer camp. It has not been mentioned for a long time since everyone went back to each school to study hard.
Xia Junhua still misses it a little: "Wandering far away, I really checked the map seriously at that time..."
"It should have nothing to do with the test." Cen Rui thought about it carefully, "I think Kunshen should give us an unexpected and reasonable explanation."
Ding Zhengjiao felt reasonable: "Kun God? Is Kun God still there?"
…
Jin Linkun: "That's it."
Jin Linkun: "Do any of you want to inherit my math competition questions?"
A model is the first simulation of the college entrance examination, and its significance is actually quite significant.
Especially this time, the former college entrance examination proposition group issued the questions, and the three-city unified examination basically included most of the famous high schools in the province.
After exchanging test papers and joint rankings, many schools studied the papers as soon as they were released.
The provincial demonstration was still in class on the second day. Taking advantage of the fact that the students had just finished the exam, they were impressed, and took advantage of the early self-study time to quickly comment on the difficult parts on the paper.
"Please come downstairs and line up."
Just after the morning self-study, the loudspeaker above the class rang: "Bring your belongings, each class consciously maintains discipline..."
Jin Linkun usually doesn't listen to the class very much. When he heard the teacher announce that everyone was packing up and preparing to go hiking, he didn't even react a little: "Where to go?"
"Fifteen kilometers away." Their squad leader was very happy, "Kunshen, can you use everyone to help you?"
Jin Linkun: "..."
Most of the students in the provincial demonstrations usually bury their heads in the sea of books. Even if they don't have to study for two days, not many people are really willing to walk 30 kilometers on foot.
Although he had no ability to defy fate's arrangement, the whining of the students could be heard upstairs and downstairs.
In a depressed atmosphere, Jin Linkun's class was actually a little happy.
After all, the daily dimensionality reduction attacking the entire class is only faster than others in terms of brains, and walking like everyone else, he has to walk step by step.
And didn't bring anything.
Usually, I have been under the rule of the school gods handing in papers in advance and the tempting meal fragrant at noon. No matter how much their head teacher emphasized that everyone is a friendly classmate, we must unite and love each other. The classmates in their class who have endured humiliation for a long time are still happy. I couldn't help it.
Even the power is a lot more than the other classes, and they are far ahead all the way.
"Kun God, do you want to eat a Snickers bar?"
Not long after they left, their team secretary generously offered to help: "Calorie chocolate, supplemented with glycogen, provides you with rich energy."
Their squad leader joined in: "I have American-style black coffee, which is pure and strong in bitterness, refreshing and refreshing all day."
The deputy squad leader is not far behind: "I have mints and cola..."
In general, there is at least a certain degree of classmate sentiment within the class.
Finally, I can enjoy the fun of helping the gods. A group of people donate generously while walking. Everyone will have an addiction.
Jin Linkun looked up from his watch and looked at the cola that spewed out after the mint candy thrown into the deputy squad leader's hand: "...No need, thank you."
It's not a big thing to walk on foot. What's more anxious is the lunch he ordered in the back street.
Yu Sheng told him that he would sleep until he woke up naturally. He originally thought that he would be able to catch up when he returned from school. Now, considering the speed of his travel, it is still a problem whether he can go home after dark.
Jin Linkun wanted to order a takeaway, but worried that Yu Sheng hadn't woken up yet.
The quality of sleep for children is generally average. They can finally sleep in late. If they are woken up by takeaway food, the chance that they can go back to sleep is probably infinitely close to zero.
Jin Linkun put away his mobile phone, thought about it, and then turned over the piano music collection that was quietly copied from his boyfriend, and put on a pair of headphones.
It is said that each class is lined up, but in fact, the management is not so strict.
Unfamiliar faces would often appear around their class, looking around and following along, only to quickly run away after being called by their class teacher, "Which class, what are they doing".
It's not just because the radiance of their class is too strong.
It's not so obvious usually, and Jin Linkun doesn't have the habit of going to the corridor to let out the air. Now there is a mighty crowd, and the tall and tall boy in the middle is especially conspicuous.
Especially when talking to people, the eyes behind the lenses are slightly bent, revealing a somewhat detached, lazy and decent attitude.
It's obviously indifferent, and it's inexplicable that people can't take their eyes away.
Their school campus post bar has been abandoned for a long time, and because of the few snapped photos, it has become a bit lively, and several topic buildings have been built.
A group of little girls even seriously discussed whether the songs listened to by Xue Shen were European and American or classical, and they were thinking about what they were so fascinated about, whether they were thinking about the origin of the universe or the philosophy of life.
Jin Linkun was thinking about his children's meals.
When it was time for the noon break, each class received a notice to make repairs in place, and took a break after lunch before continuing on the road.
In fact, Jin Linkun brought a thermos cup of jujube water. He also dug out two bags of compressed biscuits from his schoolbag that he didn't know how long he had left in it. He politely declined the perverted spicy hamburger from the propaganda committee member, and by the way refreshed his interest in this class. The school girls stayed up all night to review the cognition of the refreshing method.
"It's a mistake, you shouldn't have finished eating the egg tarts on the way."
The squad leader is a little regretful: "If there is egg tarts with coffee now, I will definitely enjoy it very much."
The study committee agreed with him: "To be careless, potato chips may be cursed with disappearing as soon as the bag is opened."
"Where's my little biscuits?" They held the empty bag in disbelief. "I clearly remember that there were more than half bags of small biscuits here before..."
No matter what age, this kind of activity with lunch outing usually has less than one-third of the real leftovers at noon.
The first half of the trip was the time when everyone was most excited. A group of people couldn't help but start eating snacks on the road. The oppressed classmates finally found a chance to raise their eyebrows. Everyone had to bring carefully prepared delicious food. Kunshen, who also didn't bring it, turned around several times in front of him.
By the time of the lunch break at noon, the reserves in the schoolbag were running out.
"It's not necessary, but it's worth it."
The squad leader did not regret: "Where there is oppression, there is resistance. We have proved ourselves in front of God Kun."
The sports committee was also encouraged by him and cheered up: "I have been here, I have eaten, I have been full."
The propaganda member clenched his fists: "Beyond Kunshen in everything is the glory that we can boast for four years."
"Everyone's right, but I'm still a little hungry."
The deputy squad leader took a deep breath: "Probably because I only have a bland bread left for lunch, and I think the air has turned into a tempting smell of shredded pork with Beijing sauce..."
A group of people lost the fun of eating in front of the school gods all the way, and they could only hold the dry bread and biscuits left, and swallowed the mineral water with their heads down.
This is also one of the education for the students. Their teacher sees the needle and explains to the students: "Everyone, now your bread and Jin's compressed biscuits are not much different. It's like your review process."
"Some students may have prepared delicious food, but after the first half of the baptism, there is nothing left in everyone's schoolbag - just like when reviewing, the first half may be assisted by external forces, some people learn easily, some It is relatively difficult for people to learn. But in the final sprint stage, when the external force is exhausted, everyone will actually return to the same starting point. At this time, the struggle is perseverance.”
The teacher held the teacup and spoke earnestly: "The college entrance examination is a very difficult process, and life is the same. All of us are helped by external forces. The real road can only be traveled by yourself, and it is up to you to finish..."
"The teacher is right."
The publicity committee was deeply moved, took a deep breath, and tugged at the deputy monitor: "But there is one more small matter."
Their head teachers can radiate from anything to the philosophy of life, and they have always been a valuable source of material for students' argumentative essays. The deputy squad leader was burying his head in memorizing this sentence, and looked up in his busy schedule: "What small matter?"
Propaganda member: "Is it a psychological suggestion? I also feel that the air has become the taste of Jingjing pork shreds."
…
It's not necessarily implied, but their classmates somehow felt that this scene seemed familiar.
"That's the feeling, I remember."
The representative of the Chinese class took the initiative to raise his hand: "This time, it's a rich, salty and sweet soy sauce aroma, fresh shredded green onion and natural aroma of tofu skin. There are also freshly steamed, steaming steaming white and plump steamed buns..."
"That's right." They nodded, "I also found the feeling. I was in the mood that I had to beat the representative of the Chinese class, so I beat the representative of the Chinese class."
The memories of a group of people gradually recovered under the familiar scene, and they looked around.
Jin Linkun was patiently nibbling on the biscuits while listening to the piano music in the headphones. He noticed that the atmosphere in their class was not right. He also took off the headphones and raised his head.
"teacher."
The deputy squad leader recognized the delivery boy who could climb over the wall on a bicycle at a glance, raised his hand and asked, "In this case, what philosophy of life can it correspond to?"
teacher:"… "
"how-"
Jin Linkun was still considering whether Yu Sheng was awake or not. When he looked up, he saw their little boy with a bicycle on one leg, a schoolbag on his shoulder, standing on the side of the road and raising his eyebrows to look at him.
Yu Sheng was considered a new face in their school, probably because he was daring to talk to each other along the way. The boy wore a mask, and the words "No appointment, no WeChat, no phone call" were written in his eyes.
The bottom of the pupil reflected the lazy and warm sunlight in the afternoon.
Jin Linkun finally figured out what happened to their boyfriend's "sleep until you wake up naturally, eat a big meal, and open the dark".
He stood for a while, put Yu Sheng's gaze into his eyes, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but lift, and put things down and went over: "Why did you run here, are you asleep?"
I don't know what Yu Sheng has brought, but a whole schoolbag is actually stuffed full.
Jin Linkun studied for a while, Yu Sheng had already opened the zipper on the outer layer, and took off the stuffy mask: "Very good, why are there so many people in your school?"
The scale of No. 3 Middle School is not small, but it has never made such a grand gesture. It's not obvious that the students who were modeled by the province were stuffed into the classroom, so they were brought out of the school with such a mighty force, and they had to rely on fate to find someone.
Yu Sheng asked the way a few times, but he was really unaccustomed to being watched, so he went to the supermarket on the side of the road to buy a mask, and finally found it smoothly.
Jin Linkun smiled, helped him hold the bicycle, and took off the mask hanging on the children's ears: "It's quite a lot."
The provincial demonstration was strictly controlled, and Yu Sheng was quite attentive at first, not too out of line with him outside, but Jin Linkun obviously didn't mean to avoid people.
Upright and proud, he pulled him proudly. Anyone who asks has to introduce it to others carefully, and it will not work if you don't listen to it all.
Very annoying.
As long as these two people are together, there is an inexplicable aura that no one else can participate in. Most of the other classes were curious and onlookers, and their class was so sad that they quickly retreated: "Teacher, let's apply for another seat to rest..."
"But this position is stipulated by the school." The teacher was still a little hesitant, "Going to other places, it's easy to fall behind in a while."
"Teacher, look."
Their class leader spoke quickly: "Student Yu brought two packets of potato chips to Kunshen, one of tomato and one of cucumber. Now it's a can of Wangzai's milk, although we don't know why it is such a childish drink, But next two bottles wow haha."
The representative of the language class took over the job of explaining: "That lunch box is not an ordinary lunch box. It contains the best shredded pork in Beijing sauce produced in our backstreet. The taste is very familiar, as long as you roll it with dry tofu and bite it, it will You can taste the freshness and tenderness of pork, as well as the unique aroma of meat wrapped in soy sauce…”
"… "
Teacher: "Students, we should change places, and the monitor will make a note of the way."
The students, who had finally raised their eyebrows halfway, endured their humiliation again and picked up their things to prepare for migration.
"I thought it was too late to get it."
Jin Linkun found a fairly suitable place, and felt that the two of them had a bit of a tacit understanding: "How do you know that I ordered food at their house?"
Yu Sheng felt that this kind of thing didn't even need a tacit understanding: "Because you filled in my phone number."
…
Jin Linkun touched the tip of his nose, coughed lightly, and calmly raised his hand to pick up the lunch box.
Before they met, Yu Sheng suddenly lifted the bag and lifted it up: "My name is brother."
Jin Linkun hadn't reacted yet, and rubbed his neck dumbly: "Okay, don't make trouble, I'll cook something delicious for you when I get home..."
Before he finished speaking, Yu Sheng had already carried the bag behind him.
Good friend Liang Yifan's reminder suddenly struck his mind, Jin Linkun opened his mouth, and subconsciously glanced at Yu Sheng's still bulging schoolbag.
The kid was very serious, he took out his phone and opened the notepad: "If you don't call, it's not something that Brother Yisheng can solve."
The author has something to say: Brother Sheng: Happy. :)