Don’t Talk To Me!

Chapter 107

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In the first two days of the college entrance examination, Mr. Jin and Ms. Li came back on purpose.

"Why is it messing up."

Carrying her luggage, Ms. Li was very dissatisfied with her son's statement: "Can't we come back specifically to order takeout for the two of you?"

The Jin family does not have the genes for cooking. Both Mr. Jin and Ms. Li are not born with this kind of material. They really challenged themselves to enter the kitchen, but Jin Linkun did not dare to let Yu Sheng eat the unknown substances they made.

After all, every time a child takes the things his parents give him a little too seriously.

If Ms. Lai cooks, Yu Sheng is really likely to eat the charcoal that the chicken wings are roasted into.

"I'll do it."

Yu Sheng felt that it was a high school entrance examination, and he couldn't be so nervous, so he pulled Jin Linkun: "Uncle and aunt come back once, so take a good rest."

Just a high school entrance exam.

Jin Linkun felt that if the children continued to follow him like this, they might be sacked.

"Liang Yifan and the others have started burning incense and worshipping Buddha, so we have to cooperate a little bit."

Jin Linkun took a popsicle back to the bedroom, and patted Yu Sheng on the shoulder: "Give parents a chance to contribute."

A group of people in the summer camp were nervously preparing for the exam. Jin Linkun didn't post on his Moments for several days, and he didn't even share the tail of Yu Sheng's dinosaur pajamas with his good friend Liang Yifan two days ago.

"Sharing is useless." Yu Sheng pierced through the reality, "They have blocked you for the time being, saying that everyone will still be friends when the college entrance examination is finished."

Jin Linkun: "..."

Jin Linkun picked up the phone in disbelief and sent a message to a few good friends.

The familiar gray prompt popped up again, and Jin Linkun couldn't figure it out: "What if I suddenly predicted this year's college entrance examination questions in the circle of friends?"

Cen Rui also considered this issue. Yu Sheng touched the phone and read it to him: "The question can't be obscene, the data can't be moved, and the focus can't be compromised."

After all, the college entrance examination is just around the corner, review is already second, and mentality is the most important.

The classmates of the summer camp would rather be self-reliant and bury their heads in the ocean of knowledge alone, and never give them the slightest chance to appear in the circle of friends.

Jin Linkun was very sorry, so he broke half of the popsicles for him, and came together to read the farewell book of everyone in the summer camp.

This man had just taken a shower, and his clothes were not properly worn, so his shirt was only loosely fastened with a few buttons. A hand was on his shoulder, his shoulder was close, and he could smell the scent of clean shower gel and laundry detergent.

Yu Sheng couldn't help frowning and reminded him, "The door is open."

Jin Linkun nodded.

"..." Yu Sheng picked him up from his shoulders, "Auntie and uncle are here."

Jin Linkun was stunned for a moment, only to remember that the children didn't know about it.

Ms. Li took care of everything, claiming to leave this matter to him and come back to talk to his boyfriend. As a result, until now, I haven't found too much Sheng.

"Wait for me." Jin Linkun rubbed her boyfriend's head with a popsicle in his mouth, "Come back soon."

Jin Linkun turned into his parents' bedroom.

"Can't I be nervous?" Ms. Li was getting more and more uncomfortable with her son who couldn't hold her back. "You have to prepare for such a big thing?"

Mr. Jin just finished drawing the horizontal line on the paper, pushed his glasses and added: "We are drafting, can you sharpen the pencil?"

Jin Linkun: "..."

Jin Linkun felt that when he was arguing with Yu Sheng, the habit of having to make a draft of his confession might not really be his fault.

The couple had been discussing for a while, and Mr. Jin actually thought about several beginnings, such as "I heard that you took in our son", "Thank you for being willing to give our son a bite of food" or "Hello, I'm your father".

But it didn't feel right.

"Would he not like parents like us?"

Facing the child who was finally abducted, Ms. Li was a little nervous for the first time, and pulled Jin Linkun to ask in advance: "Should parents be more kind?"

Jin Linkun: "..."

Jin Linkun: "Mom, remind you that you and my dad may have more experience than me in this matter."

Ms. Li was a little regretful and threw away her son's hand.

Yu Sheng's upbringing experience is not the same as that of ordinary families. They heard Jin Linkun briefly mention it.

But just because he knew this, he was even more nervous.

"He already has parents who are not so competent."

Mr. Jin put down the pencil in his hand: "So we thought, when he is willing to reintegrate into a family, we should give him the best."

Jin Linkun stood by the side for a while, looking at the serious look of his parents, he was finally relieved.

The family of three got together, studied it for a long time, and finally drew up a draft that none of the three people disliked.

"It's okay." Ms. Li was actually a little dissatisfied, but she couldn't think of anything better for a while, "The two of you should be more formal, don't let the chain fall..."

As she explained, she stood up and walked to the dressing table, wanting to adjust her makeup again, but her footsteps suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Mr. Jin followed and stood up, "Your isolation is on the upper layer, and the primer is also there—"

His words followed suit.

Jin Linkun was in a hurry when he came in, so he just took the door with him, and when he turned around, he saw that the door was half-closed.

The boy, wearing a T-shirt, stood quietly outside the door.

I don't know how long I've been standing, but my whole body is almost red, the thick long eyelashes are low and low, the pupil color can't be seen clearly, and the shoulders are straight like a javelin.

Jin Linkun got up suddenly and walked over quickly: "Why are you here? Come, my parents want to talk to you, it's alright..."

There was a faint pain in his wrist.

Bowing his head, the child instinctively grabbed his wrist, his knuckles turning white.

"It's all right."

Jin Linkun was slightly dumb, he held it, raised his hand and rubbed his hair: "Look up, be obedient."

Yu Sheng moved and followed him and raised his head.

He came over, but it was only because Jin Linkun had been out for a long time, and he might have been thrown out of the house by Mr. Jin and Ms. Li.

After all, not everyone can accept the two people's affairs. He has done everything, and has thought about what to do if Jin's father and Jin's mother do not agree, but he has not thought about this possibility.

He hadn't thought about this possibility.

"Think about it, don't agree."

Jin Linkun lowered his voice and pulled Yu Sheng to remind him, "I suspect that my parents just want to find someone who can cook to go home."

Yu Sheng's heartbeat was still fast, and his face was faintly pale. Hearing his words, the corner of his mouth raised.

Ms. Li was very disrespectful to her son: "Go out, what's the matter with you?"

Jin Linkun was thrown out of the bedroom door by Mr. Jin and Ms. Li.

Yu Sheng instinctively turned his head and saw his staggering boyfriend waving at him tragically. Before he recovered, Mr. Jin cleared his throat nervously: "Hello, I'm your father."

The draft prepared in advance was still not used.

In the more than ten years of raising their own sons, Mr. Jin and Ms. Li have not accumulated much experience as real parents, and now they don't know how to coax the newly brought back children: "Don't listen to his nonsense, we really are not Because you can cook…”

Yu Sheng was pulled to sit on the bed, listening quietly, and couldn't help laughing along.

The boy sat upright, his shoulders slightly tense.

His ears were still red, the corners of his mouth relaxed a little bit, and then he quietly pursed a little arc.

So good that people's hearts soften.

"We and our son love you so much we want to bring you home."

Ms. Li looked at him, her eyes were bent, and she reached out and gently rubbed his head: "Would you like to be a family with us?"

With the initiative of being a parent to help order takeout, the content of the exam was almost reviewed, and Yu Sheng and Jin Linkun had a lot of free time in the last two days of preparation for the exam than before.

The night before the exam, Yu Sheng, who had never taken the college entrance exam seriously, was a little nervous.

"Enough, no problem."

According to her boyfriend's request, Jin Linkun checked the admission ticket and the card-painting pen, and watched Yu Sheng fill his pen with ink seriously: "Don't worry, you must take the test well."

Yu Sheng took out a piece of paper and wiped off the ink on the pen: "Do more work, so as not to be famous again for the college entrance examination composition."

Jin Linkun coughed lightly and tried to explain: "It's just an accident..."

When he was in the third mode, he was careless for a while and the ink in the pen was not enough.

For ordinary people with normal thinking, at this time, they would change their pens, or pick up one from their neighbors, but Jin Linkun did not.

Jin Linkun calculated the writing volume of the pen and the consumption of ink, which is equivalent to the speed of falling in the ink tube, and finally converted the most suitable number of writing words for the composition, and accurately controlled the ink to the last line of writing.

After the three-model test, the gradually fading composition was ranked second in the whole province.

Although the names of the candidates have not been announced, the familiar fonts are still very easy to identify. The good friends of the summer camp have a rare opportunity to be so happy. Everyone took a screenshot to greet them, and laughed all over the screen.

"Not this time." Jin Linkun assured in advance, "I'll bring ink this time."

Yu Sheng looked up at him, took a gel pen from his exam bag and handed it to him.

Jin Linkun: "..."

This idea was something he hadn't thought of.

The two stayed together and checked the things that should be prepared again.

It's still early, and there is no need to review after eating, and no one is sleepy.

"Play a game?" Jin Linkun tried to propose, "I heard that we are lucky before the exam, maybe we can sit down and eat chicken."

Yu Sheng didn't want to refuse: "Has your Xiaoxiaole hit the top?"

Jin Linkun opened his mouth and touched the tip of his nose: "Not yet, but—"

Yu Sheng: "You haven't even rescued the village chief, you still have the time to eat chicken?"

Jin Linkun actually felt that the boyfriend's soul questioning was very reasonable.

As a game based on the rescue of the village chief, it has been updated to a thousand levels, and it is still updated every week. Jin Linkun actually thinks that the producer has actually forgotten the village chief at the top of the vine.

But playing games requires a sense of responsibility.

Jin Linkun sat up with his arms up, ready to do his best for the village chief who might have been drying on the top of the vines.

Yu Sheng watched him waste half a day of energy, closed his eyes, and planned to rest for a while.

It rained a little tonight, and the air outside was too good.

They didn't turn on the air conditioner, and the fresh night breeze came in from the window with a bit of earthy smell, and there was no sweltering summer night at all.

Yu Sheng was leaning on his arm, and when his consciousness was a little blurred by the cool and gentle night wind, his lips were suddenly touched by a soft touch.

This person should not need to draw strength to play a puzzle game, Yu Sheng opened his eyes: "What?"

"It's nothing." Jin Linkun smiled, "I just feel good."

It just feels so good.

This feeling of knowing that there must be another person by your side no matter what.

It seems to have the confidence to keep going in any direction.

He didn't say anything, and Yu Sheng seemed to understand everything, looked up at the ceiling, and raised the corner of his mouth.

Fate is sometimes magical.

There are many turning points in the most inadvertent corners, just like when he was woken up by the phone that day and went out to buy soy milk buns, he never thought that he would meet someone again that day.

He would never have imagined that this person not only deceived him into the summer camp, but also became a roommate with him, and as a science student, he came to teach him, a liberal arts student, as a tutor.

Even took him home.

Jin Linkun leaned on the head of the bed and touched the back of his hand: "Wish me?"

Yu Sheng couldn't hold back, and picked the corners of his mouth: "You were almost late for the exam, the answer sheet was almost unpainted, and the composition was almost off-topic."

"It's a shame, it's almost all."

Jin Linkun's requirements for her boyfriend are quite high: "There is no danger, it is not exciting at all."

Yu Sheng raised his eyebrows.

Relying on the college entrance examination tomorrow, Jin Linkun is not afraid of the children's hands, and the corners of his lips can't be restrained. He is very arrogant: "Is there anything more difficult?"

To college entrance examination.

Yu Sheng rubbed his wrists and patiently satisfied his wish: "The invigilator is invigorating the exam, and he's going around you without looking at others?"

"normal."

Jin Linkun is too famous, and he often does some unexpected actions in the examination room. He has become accustomed to the life surrounded by invigilators: "Last time, the thing that faded the composition was that our invigilator had a discerning eye..."

The mock exam has a large amount of grading, and the score is urgent. Many compositions are graded after reading the whole text at the beginning. How can it be so easy to accurately pick him out of tens of thousands of papers.

After the three-model exam, he was called by their head teacher: "I heard that an invigilator took the initiative to ask to be transferred to mark your papers in order to chase your papers... What are you doing?"

Jin Linkun thought that the invigilator also recognized this careful and economical way of answering questions. Who knew that the office of the language group would turn into a sea of laughter in a blink of an eye.

With too many demands, Yu Sheng was too lazy to pay attention to him, and continued to brew drowsiness.

Jin Linkun was not in a hurry, playing with his phone with one hand, reaching under Yu Sheng's pillow with one hand, and gently massaged him to relax the muscles of his shoulders and neck.

After the rain, the night breeze is cool, and the moonlight pours in through the curtains.

Jin Linkun played with the phone for a while, wanting to see if Yu Sheng was asleep, but the person holding him suddenly moved: "Brother."

"It's here." Jin Linkun switched sides and massaged him again with some force, "what's the matter?"

Yu Sheng leaned on his arm and turned over: "If I want to make what I say come true, either it's really a bad thing, or I have to believe it's not good."

The boyfriend suddenly said a dialectical point of view that seemed to be very philosophical. Jin Linkun pondered for a while, and quickly understood the meaning of the sentence: "It's almost, so—"

"So." Yu Sheng took his words, "Unfortunately, you can only be at most fifty points higher than the second in the city."

Jin Linkun was stunned.

The boy rested his arms and looked up at him, his pupils bright and proud, and the corners of his mouth raised.

Like it will glow.