Yu Sheng's stomach-strengthening and digestion tablets were brought for Liang Yifan, but he forgot to give them. Unexpectedly, I just did an experiment.
Liang Yifan was a little flattered when he got the new Jianwei Xiaoshi tablet: "Is it so powerful, what experiments did you participate in? Was it successful? What was the budget? People are hungrier." Ding Zhengjiao helped him convey: "It was quite successful, the budget was a tablet for strengthening the stomach and digestion, and the test subject was Kun." Liang Yifan: "… "
"Do you know?" Liang Yifan from the law school was very emotional, and neatly packed his schoolbag: "I thought that when I was admitted to the university, I would not have to pack my luggage and go wandering." But the weapon of law obviously cannot be used in this situation. protect yourself.
Liang Yifan was able to bend and stretch, so he picked up his schoolbag for wandering, and went to the library.
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After the advanced math class, the secret object of the Chinese department's school cursive still occupies a considerable part of the traffic on S.
Yu Sheng's daily whereabouts are very regular, which can be summed up with a little observation. But whether it was running three meals in the morning, going to Guanghua to attend a class, being pulled by the choir to be a steel partner, or being pulled by the debate team to help, there was never any sign of the opposite sex around.
"Seriously, I can understand being a steel partner." Cen Rui was curious: "How did this idea come about for Brother Sheng to debate?"
Ding Zhengjiao thinks that everyone's fixed impression may be too deep: "Actually, Brother Sheng's expressive ability is very good, but he doesn't like to talk much."
"Don't you like to talk much?" Liang Yifan flipped through the chat records: "I think if there is a limit to the total number of words that everyone in this world can say, Brother Sheng must have used up the quota, and he has leftovers. Half of it can be squandered casually." Xia Junhua held his chin: "Maybe Brother Sheng's task is there, responsible for making the opponent lose the courage to refute in the third debate..."
A group of people discussed for a long time, and finally couldn't help watching the debate between Chinese and Guoguan.
Jin Linkun happened to be in the auditorium, got up to give up his seat, and saw Liang Yifan who had been fleeing for many days at a glance. "It's not what you think." Liang Yifan shivered, "Kun, listen to my explanation." Jin Linkun cooperated and nodded: "You explain." Liang Yifan: "..."
Unexpectedly, he actually listened, and Liang Yifan, who couldn't explain it, put his schoolbag on his back, and changed positions with Kong Jiahe, who was sitting at the very edge, ready to watch the game and continue his journey of desperation.
Contrary to what everyone thought, Yu Sheng was actually not so sympathetic to words on the court.
He played four debates and was responsible for arranging and summarizing speeches. He was the only freshman player in the Chinese Department who played as a starter this time. The boys on the field were wearing suits, which made their figures stand out. Good logic, rigorous wording, and extremely precise grasp of the confrontation point, even several professors who were judges in the audience nodded frequently.
Ding Zhengjiao held his breath throughout the whole process, and finally relieved after hearing the free debate and the conclusion of the two sides' submissions: "Do you think that Brother Sheng seems to be different from before?" "Yes?" Cen Rui touched Touching his head, "Have you become handsome?" Liang Yifan took all the time to blow the rainbow fart: "It's true that he has become handsome, just like Kun. You see, Kun is also handsome, and his former rude temperament has vanished, and he has an extra piece on his body. Mature temperament with elegance and ruthlessness coexisting…”
"..." Jin Linkun just wanted to ask him if he had enough medicine, but he couldn't even listen to him: "What is the mature temperament that coexists with elegance and ruthlessness?" Liang Yifan still did not come out in his lyrical state: "Kun, you Don't you like it? Then replace it with an elite demeanor that is gentle and precious..."
"Maybe he took the wrong medicine." Ding Zhengjiao heard a cold sweat, and promptly held down Liang Yifan, who had begun to talk nonsense, and pressed him back: "Don't worry about him, look at him, Brother Sheng is the best argument. hand."
Jin Linkun raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the stage. Yu Sheng's performance in this game was remarkable. The applause off the court was particularly warm, and the players on the court were convinced and shook hands with him to congratulate him. The gray-haired old professor handed over the trophy with a smile, and Yu Sheng took it with both hands, bowing his shoulders slightly in thanks. …
It seems that there is no change from the impression, but the temperament of the body seems to have changed little by little.
Firmer, clearer, clearer and calmer. The boy who was once buried, dazzling enough to be in everyone's eyes.
At the end of the debate, the school newspaper reporters also dutifully brought pen and paper to prepare to interview the team members.
Both teams were still listening to the tutor's post-match summary. The school newspaper reporter waited for a while, and suddenly saw a particularly striking figure in the crowd, his eyes lit up: "Jin Linkun -- is that classmate Jin?"
Guanghua's courtyard grass has recently been led by his tutor to do a project, and it is rare to run out to be seen. Several girls went over in time: "Hello, we are the third-year students of the School of Journalism and Communication. This time Guanghua is also one of the participating teams. Excuse me, are you here to understand the strength of your prospective opponent in advance?"
Jin Linkun smiled and shook his head: "No, I didn't participate in the debate competition." The girl was stunned: "Why?" Jin Linkun: "Our professors are worried about my personal safety."… Regardless of the style of others or the popularity in the school Considering it from the perspective of the professor's worry, this is indeed a very convincing reason.
The traffic of Guanghua school grass is also top-notch in the school. The reporters of the school newspaper still did not give up, and still tried to talk about some valuable news. It was not until the team members got off the stage that they finally dispersed reluctantly.
Yu Sheng got off the stage, handed over the trophy, and saw a group of people at the summer camp next to him: "Why are you all here?" "I'm here to cheer you on." Jin Linkun has asked the same question once, and smiled, Unscrew the mineral water and hand it over, "They—"
"Come on." Ding Zhengjiao was very decisive and took over Jin Linkun's words: "Brother Sheng, we are also here to cheer you on, congratulations to you, congratulations to the Chinese Department."
A group of people who came out to see whether the other party's three debates would be scared to cry were tight-lipped, lined up, shook hands with Yu Sheng one by one to celebrate the victory, and calmly left the scene.
"..." Yu Sheng was involuntarily told by this group of people to shake hands, a bit inexplicable: "What's the trick?" Jin Linkun coughed lightly, suppressing his smile, thinking that he always felt like he didn't look like the boyfriend of the beater , Rarely kind: "They haven't seen you debate, come to see the fun, and they are convinced by your wonderful performance."
Yu Sheng is well-deserved as the best debater. He made a small mistake in the three debates in Chinese in the free debate session. Yu Sheng made up for it in time. He identified the opponent's loophole and settled it neatly, only to get back the almost losing situation.
Although it's not the first time I've heard this person compliment without even a little bit of buffering, but I still don't get used to it every time. Yu Sheng glanced at him and took two sips of water: "It's almost done." Jin Linkun really felt unfinished: "No, my boyfriend is very handsome."
His tone was extraordinarily serious, and he was about to speak again, but suddenly, he raised his eyebrows with interest. The children who were still on the stage with sharp and decisive words and calmly accepted the praise from the professor, still carried their schoolbags and walked out unmoved. It seems rather indifferent, as if it is an emotionless debate conclusion machine. ... just don't know why, there seems to be a little red on the tip of the ear.
The game is over and it's too late.
The street lights on both sides were lit, making the usual campus seem to be covered with a layer of soft light filter. The weather started to get cold again, and when I opened my mouth to speak, I could see a slight sigh. Occasionally, there were runners passing by, and their footsteps were from near to far.
University coursework can be said to be loose or loose, or tight. The two of them have their own plans and are busy until late every day. There are not many opportunities to roll the road under the street lights. Jin Linkun walked behind, watching the shadow of the child under the street lamp.
Yu Sheng slowed down and walked for a while, and found that this person hadn't caught up yet, finally stopped and turned around: "Dawdling what?" Jin Linkun opened his mouth and touched the tip of his nose: "Isn't it a walk?" Yu Sheng: "..."
Rarely, the Chinese department teacher who was about to invite her boyfriend out to dinner turned back, grabbed Jin Linkun's hand, and dragged him out of the west gate.
Said to invite dinner, in fact, Yu Sheng only prepared to be responsible for paying. Jin Linkun chatted with the newly passed senior sisters just now, and happened to be recommended to a home wine house. I heard that the environment is quiet and the taste is good.
Yu Sheng walked a few steps with him, and suddenly remembered the unintentional glance he glanced at before leaving the stage: "Senior Sister recommended it to you?" When he was leaving the stage, he happened to see this man surrounded by a group of girls, with a little smile. talking in a low voice. Probably his angle was just right, and he could see it clearly. Several girls were a little nervous, their faces turned red when they said they were red, and they quickly dispersed with pursed lips.
Jin Linkun was stunned for a moment, then nodded subconsciously: "Yes, the new one, come to interview." Yu Sheng raised his eyebrows and stopped with his arms folded: "Then what did you say?"
Yu Sheng usually doesn't care about this kind of thing, but it took Jin Linkun almost a while before realizing how this somewhat abrupt problem arose. Finally, when the child asked, Jin Linkun's eyes brightened, the corner of his lips pressed hard for a while, but he couldn't help but lift it up.
... This person is actually quite happy.
It's not a big deal, Yu Sheng didn't really take it to heart, and he didn't really plan to ask him. Watching this person suddenly have a spring breeze on his face, he felt that it was inappropriate if he didn't cooperate: "I'll give you a chance to explain, three, two—"
Jin Linkun endured it for a while, but still didn't hold down the curvature of the corner of his mouth, and pulled Yu Sheng over to encircle it. The kid has grown up. Especially...cute.
Jin Linkun coughed lightly and applied for extra time: "Add another five seconds, I can explain it." "One plus five." Yu Sheng raised his head and counted down again: "Zero plus five, five minus one, three." "..." Jin Linkun was dumbfounded, lowered his head with a smile, circled the person to his chest again, and lightly touched his forehead with his lips.
The soft touch pressed against his forehead, his heartbeat pierced through the fabric of his chest and printed on the opposite chest one by one. The warm light of the street lamps fell over their heads in an exceptionally soft way.
"I said... OK." Jin Linkun laughed, his voice softly falling into the ear of the person in his arms: "It just so happens that our child has a hard time debating today. I'll write down the address and take him to eat in a while."