Yu Sheng actually wanted to directly admit that he was Mongolian.
But this compulsion was pretended by Jin Linkun.
Not only did he pretend, but with his natural rude temperament, he also added this sentence to the title of "friend", completely pulling it into the category of people wanting to greet his whole family as soon as they heard it.
Until now, the scene of Yu Sheng beating people directly on the rostrum has been widely circulated in the chat records of the thousands of people, and it has been selected as the most heartwarming scene so far since the opening of the camp.
Yu Sheng clutched the paper, stood at the door for five seconds, and raised his head.
The appeal of reading comprehension does not seem small.
The room was much quieter than before, and no one was practicing oral English. Wan Yongming sat in his seat expectantly, and a group of school tyrants looked at the door, waiting for him to speak.
…
Yu Sheng raised his hand resolutely, grabbed Jin Linkun who was approaching curiously, and returned to the corridor.
Jin Linkun was still looking at the paper in his hand, when he was suddenly pulled out of the door, stood up and raised his head, his eyes behind the lens showed some doubts.
Yu Sheng looked at the true scholar who lived in the legend in front of him, remembering Wan Yongming's words just now, inexplicably a bit of anger that hated iron is not steel, pulled the person to the window, frowned and asked in a low voice: "Why don't you? All right?"
Jin Linkun: "..."
The new roommate suddenly began to care about his studies, and he was still a little unaccustomed to it.
The question came suddenly, Jin Linkun supported the window sill, his shoulders dropped a little along with his strength, opened his mouth carefully, and raised his eyes.
The situation in front of him made it a little dry, the boy's voice was lowered, and the habit of not allowing people to get close to him was temporarily abandoned. He grabbed his rotator cuff with one hand, and pressed his slightly thin shoulders.
The boy is drawing strips, his bones are very clear, his eyelashes are thick and long, and his beautiful eyebrows are tightly twisted.
With dark pupils, with a bit of clean anger, he stared round at him.
…
Seeing him like this, Jin Linkun was a little stunned unconsciously, but inexplicably gave birth to some inexplicable reflection on his attitude towards the exam.
"Blame me."
He responded very quickly, and in an instant, he regained his senses, rubbed his forehead, rarely pretending to be unpretentious or modest, and sincerely apologized: "I counted, and I think it's enough."
Yu Sheng: "…"
Jin Linkun raised his head and asked with his eyes.
"… fine."
Yu Sheng rubbed his forehead, "I shouldn't stop you from pretending to be forceful."
He really didn't expect that this person could be more annoying when he didn't pretend to be forceful.
Yu Sheng didn't want to speak softly to him, so he loosened his clothes, frowned, and then picked up the paper and lowered his head to read it several times.
He hadn't studied seriously for a long time, and his vocabulary had regressed drastically. The paper in his hand was really limited, and he didn't even have the conditions to bite the bullet and edit it.
Yu Sheng couldn't pull his face down from the podium to say something, "This question ABD is obviously wrong, so it's obvious that I chose C." He clenched the pieces of paper, raised his hand and rubbed his forehead hard.
The pulling force brought by the clothes suddenly disappeared, Jin Linkun straightened his waist, and his eyes stopped on the paper for a while.
Going up the hand, it moved to the person holding the paper.
Yu Sheng's clothes were soaking wet, and he was wearing his shirt. The cuffs were neatly folded up, pressed up against the elbows, and the collar was tightly buttoned to the head, which were two completely different styles from him.
Obviously the rules are terrible, but no matter what, they can't suppress the energy in the boy's body.
Bright and pure, rampant, involuntarily breaking through the confinement and sticking his head out.
Jin Linkun raised his hand subconsciously.
Yu Sheng's immunity was exercised, he snapped open his half-raised hand, frowned and lowered his head to look at the paper.
"It's okay, you don't need to go into too much detail, just talk about your ideas."
Jin Linkun finally sensed his resistance to the materialization of this paper, and after thinking about it, he helped kindly: "How did you do it?"
Yu Sheng raised his head expressionlessly: "Pinch your pulse to answer, six beats for one question."
… a bit familiar.
Jin Linkun coughed lightly, raised his hand to touch the tip of his nose, and was about to chat with his new roommate in another way, when a muffled sound suddenly came from behind the two of them.
Looking up, the deputy team leader Kong Jiahe was standing at the door.
Obviously he heard what Yu Sheng just said, his face was a little pale, his eyes were fixed on the two of them, he opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.
It was inexplicable that he wanted to cry.
Yu Sheng had a headache.
Realizing the ambiguity of what he said just now, Yu Sheng put down the paper: "I mean, I am indeed deceived."
He paused, raised his head, and glanced at the two people in front of him.
"… "
Yu Sheng: "You two, trust me first."
Kong Jiahe obviously didn't listen, he picked up the Oxford dictionary that had been smashed on his feet in a daze, pushed open the door and floated into the activity room.
Jin Linkun met his gaze, put down his hands, and nodded sincerely: "I believe."
Yu Sheng didn't think he believed him.
Not ready to imagine what this sentence would be like after the deputy team leader entered the activity room, Yu Sheng shoved the paper into his hands, turned around and prepared to go back to the dormitory to pack up and go out over the wall.
Just as he took a step, his shoulders were suddenly lightly grabbed.
Yu Sheng's shoulders stiffened, he raised his hand to push the guy who had no sense of distance away, but Jin Linkun was already leaning against him, his shoulders slightly tilted: "Don't you like English?"
…
Yu Sheng raised his eyebrows.
He didn't know there was an option to dislike it.
For the first time, when he felt that the person in front of him was not so bad, Yu Sheng glanced at Jin Linkun and said very straightforwardly, "I don't like it."
With his previous experience, he ignored it without another sentence, and explained with patience: "I really don't like it, my final exams are all essays written in pinyin."
This kind of operation is undoubtedly incomprehensible to existences above the academic level. Jin Linkun didn't speak, he still put his hand on his shoulder and stood there thinking for a while.
Yu Sheng was used to the appearance of these people who had never seen the world before, and was too lazy to be ridiculed by him, so he took off the hand at will, but Jin Linkun suddenly realized it, and nodded in conviction: "It makes sense."
Yu Sheng: "…"
He had heard this phrase more than once.
The first time this person actually pretended to go to the toilet to wash his face, and the second time the other party shamelessly plagiarized his answer in public, which directly led to his current dilemma.
Yu Sheng didn't care about it before, but now that he connected, he finally realized it later.
Jin Linkun may be seriously learning and summarizing the skills of pretending.
…
After staying with this person for a long time, when the thunder strikes him, he may be implicated in himself.
Yu Sheng raised his hand, held Jin Linkun's sleeve, and moved the arm that was resting on his shoulder.
Jin Linkun didn't make any effort, and he threw his arm down: "Are you really going to leave?"
"if not?"
Yu Sheng's tone was calm: "I said it, and it is Mongolian. I have memorized English words to abandon. I don't need to work hard, and I don't study hard. I can get it all right once, and I can do it again and again—"
His words snapped.
… can no longer poison milk.
If everything is true every time, this summer camp is estimated to never be able to go out again.
terrible.
Finally, after being a little wary of his mouth, Yu Sheng opened his mouth, swallowed back the last sentence, and met Jin Linkun's slightly startled gaze.
"… "
Yu Sheng: "Do you have a pen?"
Jin Linkun: "...?"
Half a minute later, Yu Sheng was sitting in his seat, thinking expressionlessly about how he got a pen, and was coaxed into the classroom from the back door by that bastard rubbing his head.
The main reason may be in the head.
Lying on the table, Yu Sheng looked at Jin Linkun, who explained to Teacher Wan that he had a stomachache and was lecturing for him on the podium. He couldn't help but raised his head and touched the top of his head again.
…
There's nothing wrong with that.
It happened that he pressed it up, touched it twice, and followed him involuntarily.
He looked back to see if there was any talisman drawn on the man's hand.
Yu Sheng leaned back, leaning hard on the back of the chair, and looked up at the podium.
When Jin Linkun lectured on the topic, he was unexpectedly serious.
It is estimated that he has been on the podium a lot. He is calm and even a little leisurely, and he will have eye contact with the audience while talking. Yu Sheng looked up for a while, and met his gaze at least three times.
In Jin Linkun's hands, the heavenly book-like article seemed to be simpler than Pinyin. After scanning it, it was easily translated.
His appearance condition was outstanding, he held those pages of printing paper in one hand, his long and narrow black eyes were separated by lenses, and his whole person took on that kind of casual and gentle temperament. With slender fingers pinching a piece of chalk loosely, he casually wrote a string of beautiful cursive English on the blackboard.
Yu Sheng narrowed his eyes, licked his teeth subconsciously, and turned the pen in his hand twice.
The phone on the table suddenly lit up.
Yu Sheng took a look at it, it was a text message from Duan Lei.
- Brother Sheng! How did you survive the summer camp? Don't have to do homework in class
- Heaven and Earth Conscience, I really didn't mean to betray you at that time, the tyrannical spirit of those school tyrants deeply shocked me! You have at least once been awesome, and three generations of my family failed. I don't think that's a field that I can get involved in...
—Speaking of which, you didn’t bring anything, did you buy it there? Do you want me to visit you
Yu Sheng leaned back, touched the phone and replied a few words, telling him that he didn't need to bother, just buy it here if he needed it.
He pressed the screen off and was about to throw the phone back when Duan Lei sent another last message.
- Brother Sheng, how does it feel to study, is it handsome
Yu Sheng looked at the news and was stunned.
He lowered his eyelashes, his fingertips paused in the reply box for a while, then glanced at Jin Linkun, who had come from the podium, and lowered his head again.
Just as he was about to type, Jin Linkun also finished the cursive character exhibition that no one could understand, and the magnetic subwoofer sounded.
"... It's not difficult to find out through reading the question that options A, B, and D are obviously wrong in this question."
"Obviously, the answer should be C."
Yu Sheng: "…"
In H city, Duan Lei was happily fighting in an Internet cafe with a fried chicken takeaway when his phone suddenly lit up on the table.
Yu Sheng: handsome ass.
The author has something to say: Brother Sheng: You, trust me, thank you. :)