On the first day of the provincial university alliance summer camp, the two became famous in the whole camp, tied for second place.
One was because he made a rude speech on stage, and the other was because he followed the strong wishes of everyone in the audience and beat him directly.
Wan Yongming is an old teacher with rich teaching experience. He calmly pulled the frame and continued the interview while seeing the needle: "Don't do it, there are many ways to solve problems without doing it in our life... So what is the trick of classmate Yu? Woolen cloth?"
Yu Sheng also twisted Jin Linkun's arm, looked up at the microphone that was handed in front of him, and raised his head in disbelief.
Mr. Wan was very patient, and stretched his arm forward again, and thoughtfully handed in the microphone through the gap between the two people's entanglement.
Yu Sheng: "…"
He kind of understands why this sweeping monk has been on the front line of H middle and high school for many years.
Jin Linkun was put on his arm by him. He didn't have any self-knowledge of plagiarizing the answer face to face. He was very enthusiastic in retribution, and turned back to help him with ideas: "study hard, review scientifically, and correct your mentality..."
"Go to bed at four, wake up at seven."
Yu Sheng didn't look at him at all, pressed his shoulder with a blank expression, and pressed down: "Beat up those who are not pleasing to the eye every day."
Before the newly arranged dormitory list was issued, Yu Sheng hadn't imagined that he would be able to overturn the car a second time so quickly when he had already put his poisonous milk into this MLM organization.
He soon had the opportunity to beat up the unpleasant person every day.
Looking at his new roommate who was putting his kraft paper bag on the table in front of him, Yu Sheng stood in the corridor, slapped the door with a blank expression on his face, turned around and left.
He felt that something was wrong with his brain.
If you skip class, you can escape, but summer camp is not a concentration camp. Obviously I can go home and sleep for a day and play games for another day, but I have wasted such a long time in such a place for no reason.
Yu Sheng came in a simple manner and brought a schoolbag with him. The light-packed Jane traveled halfway around the unusually vast campus of N University and found a relatively friendly-looking fence.
The weather in July and August was unpredictable. The sun was so poisonous at noon that it seemed that Kuafu was chasing him, but it was overcast and clouds began to rise from the sky.
A few dragonflies glide under the grass, and the air gradually takes on the peculiar coolness before the rain.
Yu Sheng took two steps back, ready to flip up.
Suddenly someone called his name from behind.
Yu Sheng didn't know anyone here except Jin Linkun, so he instinctively frowned and turned around to look.
It was a tall, thin boy who called him.
Wearing glasses and wearing the school uniform of the famous private high school in city B next door, with one hand in his pocket, he walked towards him.
This summer camp covers the whole province, and each city allocates places according to the number and quality of schools. The ones who can come are basically the top names of the top high schools, and they are more or less arrogant.
The man in front of him was particularly arrogant, looking up and down at him, his expression almost revealed obvious disdain.
"It turned out to be you. I couldn't believe it when I heard the name. I thought I was mistaken."
The boy stood still in front of him, his eyes flashed with sarcasm, and he leaned closer and lowered his voice: "I don't know, others don't know? Second in the province... How did you get in here? Did you buy the answer?"
Yu Sheng: "…"
Being a scholar is not easy, of course he can understand a little arrogance.
But he sees these people being provocative and ruthless, probably like these people watching him as an auxiliary line, he can't understand why the other party can make such a simple thing so complicated.
The boy wanted to continue talking, but Yu Sheng couldn't help rubbing his ears, and interrupted sincerely, "Wait a minute—"
In normal times, Yu Sheng would habitually add a "friend" as a greeting before he was about to start.
But after being called so much by Jin Linkun, he inexplicably felt that the word had become as bad as a black shirt, so he simply deleted it completely in the opening remarks.
There were too many people who wanted to fight with him. Yu Sheng really didn't recognize who this person was. He felt that he was polite enough, and looked at him carefully: "We know each other?"
The boy choked and stared at him, his face sank instantly.
"You don't know me? Wasn't it when you grabbed my spot?"
He sneered, and finally couldn't bear it any longer, and raised his hand to pull Yu Sheng's clothes: "Don't you have money at home?! You can buy anything, no matter how hard we work, you just have to stretch out your hand!"
Yu Sheng frowned, separated his hand, and stepped back half a step.
After being reminded by him like this, Yu Sheng finally vaguely remembered who this person was, and tried his best to think about his name: "Song-Shenming?"
When he was in junior high school, he was still in the best private company in City B. There was a national literature and art report performance, and each school shared the quota for the show. It was their turn to play the piano solo.
Top private junior high schools, a lot of piano grade ten. This Song Shenming seems to be of the highest level in it. He started preparations early, and in the school, he directly assigned the performance quota to himself.
As a result, when the jury came, Yu Sheng was forcibly pulled back from the basketball court by the teacher and sat in front of the piano for half an hour.
"Stop pretending, I've already asked, you're in the worst high school in your place right now, aren't you?"
Song Shenming's expression was a little gloomy, and he deceived Shen Sheng: "You are at this level - worried that you will not be able to get into a good university, and come to the summer camp to gild? I advise you to save your mind, this is not where you came at all..."
Yu Sheng sighed.
He wanted to save his mind too much.
If it wasn't for the person in front of him suddenly calling him for no reason, he would have already climbed over the wall and left the place where he shouldn't have come.
He actually heard Song Shenming play the piano a few times, his skills are dazzling, and the rhythm is fine. But it is because they pay too much attention to showing off their skills, the tension is dry and the feelings are lacking, and the overall degree of completion is actually very low.
This incident left a deep shadow on Song Shenming. Yu Sheng didn't want to stimulate him any more, so he rubbed his wrist, ready to remind him that as long as he made a way out, he would be able to get out of here smoothly.
However, Song Shenming was not aware of it, and the anger that he originally wanted to get the opportunity was inexplicably snatched up again after seeing him, and he sneered in a low voice: "Someone has life and no one teaches, what's the use of having money? Sooner or later, it will be a disaster. —”
Before the last word could be said, his neckline suddenly tightened, and he involuntarily took a few steps back, slamming his back against the wall.
The overly tyrannical force rushed to his chest, and his eyes were darkened. He opened his mouth and did not make a sound.
Yu Sheng's expression was flat, and he carried him against the wall: "What did you just say?"
The sky was already gloomy to the extreme, the wind was getting colder and cooler, and the pea-sized raindrops fell one by one.
The boy had sharp shoulders and no expression, but a sharp and sharp chill had already appeared on his body, which could not be neutralized by his extraordinarily soft and beautiful appearance.
He held him easily with one hand, and the coldness between his eyebrows was about to come out.
Song Shenming's impression of him was still that he was yawning and playing Bach on the piano, his throat moved, and he was afraid after realizing it: "What are you doing? This is not where you are confused!"
"Then you say, what is this place for me to do?"
Yu Sheng squinted his eyes, pushed his palms upwards, and raised the corners of his lips: "I have no one to teach me, and I still have money, don't you know very well?"
Song Shenming was so choked by him that he couldn't speak, he whispered twice, and his eyes finally showed a strong look of fear.
The muffled thunder rolled, and large raindrops fell, and in a blink of an eye, a rain curtain was torn apart, causing the leaves to rattle non-stop.
Yu Sheng stood in the rain for a while, slowly loosening his grip, and threw Song Shenming on the ground.
Yu Sheng lowered his eyes and said calmly, "Go away."
Song Shenming was frightened, struggled to get up, and ran away without a shadow in the blink of an eye.
The rain is getting heavier and colder, and it hurts my life. Yu Sheng lost the mood to climb over the wall, so he found a tree casually, took off his drenched jacket, and closed his eyes and leaned against the tree.
play piano.
After staying in the third middle school for too long, if Song Shenming suddenly bumped into him and mentioned it, he would have almost forgotten that he could still play the piano.
When he was three years old when he first started playing the piano, he was picked up and placed on a piano bench not much shorter than him.
His parents were all there, one smiled and rubbed his head, while the other, while his wife was not paying attention, quietly stuffed the white rabbit toffee that was never allowed to be eaten into his hands.
The memory of sugar stopped when I was seven years old, and I haven't touched it for many years after that, and the smell of the white rabbit has faded in my memory a little bit.
Later, Yu Sheng had a whim and tried to buy a bag himself.
I don't know why when I was a child, I had to wrap one and stuff it into my mouth when I was crying.
The tree can't keep out much rain, the wind blows into the soaked clothes, and the chill drills right into the bones.
Yu Sheng took a deep breath and pushed the already blurry picture out of his mind. He was about to find a place to shelter from the rain, but the rain suddenly stopped above his head.
Yu Sheng was slightly startled, and subconsciously raised his head.
An umbrella was parked over his head.
It is printed with the logo of which summer camp I do not know. It is a souvenir at first glance. The quality seems to be good, but it is a little small, and it is basically enough for one person.
Jin Linkun was holding an umbrella, the cuffs of his shirt were a little wet, he folded it up a few times, and it was loosely stuck between his elbows.
The umbrella was too small, and as soon as he stepped back, the raindrops got into his neckline, and he was so shocked that he had to lean forward: "Friend, I brought such an umbrella, and cooperate with—"
Yu Sheng didn't intend to cooperate, raised his hand and pushed the umbrella back: "No need."
He turned around and left, and after a few steps, the umbrella took the trouble to block it again.
Yu Sheng sometimes wondered where he came from so much kindness, and after throwing it a few times but not letting go, the irritability that was always pressing finally came up, and he grabbed the arm he handed over, slamming his shoulders hard. One.
All along, he was actually holding a fire.
Maybe it started at No. 3 Middle School, maybe earlier, every parent meeting with empty seats, the number of calls is getting less and less, and finally there is only a busy phone call, and when I return home, it is quiet to silent at night, all in one. A little bit of accumulation of anxiety and irritability.
He couldn't figure it out either, because his parents had a new family and a new life, and they didn't lack his money and didn't support him, what was there to be hypocritical.
What the hell is there to be hypocritical.
Yu Sheng closed his eyes forcefully, took a deep breath, pulled him with ten percent of his strength, pulled the man towards him, and threw him against his shoulder.
Jin Linkun's skills are no worse than his, so he doesn't need to keep his hands like he does every time. Yu Sheng wanted to get into a fight so much that even if he had a bruised nose and a swollen face, as long as he could vent his irritability, he could do anything.
He didn't keep any measure in his hands. He originally thought there would be some resistance, but the person he was holding didn't even move. on the lawn.
The umbrella fell to the ground, and Gu Lulu rolled twice.
Yu Sheng was stunned.
Jin Linkun was lying on the ground, his shirt was completely soaked, his forehead was wet, and he looked a little embarrassed.
However, his whole person was still in a sluggish posture, so he just lay on the wet grass, gropingly took off the glasses that were covered with rain, stretched out his hand towards Yu Sheng, and waited for him to come and pull him.
Just like he believed that Yu Sheng would definitely pick up his glasses at that time.
Yu Sheng couldn't help frowning. After realizing it, he remembered the other party's promise to "let you really fall next time". He got angry for a moment and pulled people up in the past: "Do you have a brain? Such a heavy rain—"
Jin Linkun was pulled by him to stand up, his black eyes were curved, he raised his hand and landed on his head, rubbing it.
Yu Sheng was once again grabbed by the back of Fate's neck, and his voice stopped unconsciously.
"I saw it, it doesn't hurt to fall here."
Jin Linkun persevered in picking up the umbrella, holding it on top of the two soaked heads, touching his hair, and handing it over with the other hand he was holding: "Cooperate, the dormitory is quite far away."
A white rabbit toffee was stuffed by him and fell into Sheng's hands.
The candy wrapper was still dry, with the slight warmth of the other palm, and it was gently rolled twice.
Yu Sheng: "…"
How did this factory open for so many years
The author has something to say: Kunshen is very serious about flirting with his wife, but I don't know why the character design always moves closer to the old father.