Jin Linkun stood on the podium for less than ten minutes, then he finished talking about all the topics in the blank stare of a scholar, threw down the chalk and returned to his seat.
He was born to attract attention, and his temperament was different from that of high school students.
Yu Sheng was too lazy to look at him, put his arms on the table, buried his head in it, and pulled out his mobile phone to check the nearby places where he could buy clothes and daily necessities.
N University is not the same as that of No. 3 Middle School.
The school is so large that students usually have to take a car to go out to the school gate. There are restaurants, shopping malls, bookstores and supermarkets on campus, but now it is summer vacation, and most of them are closed and closed.
If you want to buy something, you can only take two trains to the downtown business district.
The training building network is not very good. If you click on a page, you have to turn several circles to jump out. Yu Sheng buried the first-class route and the navigation was complete, listening to the people around him pulling out the chairs and sitting down, moving his arms to make room for him.
In the next second, an arm was suddenly placed on his shoulder.
Yu Sheng exploded in an instant, dropped the phone and looked up.
"Shh-"
Jin Linkun didn't move his arm, he clapped the hand on his shoulder and lowered his voice: "You have a stomachache, I have to take care of you."
…
Only then did Yu Sheng remember his lousy excuse for lecturing for himself.
He didn't know much about this kind of friendly exchanges between boys, and he didn't know whether it was normal to even touch the shoulders now, but he still endured it, and didn't immediately throw someone over his shoulder and stuff it into the table: "I don't care if you're done. ."
"No." Jin Linkun has a kind of fascinated and confident skillful confidence, and he instructs him with certainty, "You raise your head."
Yu Sheng frowned and raised his head subconsciously.
Jin Linkun turned sideways, raised his hand, and put it on his forehead seriously.
Yu Sheng's shoulders tensed unconsciously.
The touch on the forehead was very light. The palms were dry, slightly higher than his body temperature, and covered his forehead warmly.
A touch that was almost forgotten.
Yu Sheng froze for a moment and closed his eyes silently.
Jin Linkun met the new roommate's reopened eyes, paused for three seconds, and decisively withdrew his hand before the new roommate broke his wrist.
He turned his head and swept around the school tyrants who hurriedly turned their heads and didn't dare to look again, and patted Yu Sheng's shoulder with certainty: "Okay, they all believe it."
"… "
Yu Sheng felt that he had a faint stomach ache right now, took a deep breath, took his other hand off his shoulders expressionlessly, and lay down again.
A decisive battle is a decisive battle.
In particular, a "top" was added.
From this name, it is destined to be full of the atmosphere of oppression and tension between masters.
Even with the addition of syntax it's the same.
The innocent students took a break from Jin Linkun's crushing method of lecturing, and then they cheered up again. Under the leadership of Mr. Wan, they skillfully formed a study group and carried out a vigorous PK.
Jin Linkun also looked very interested, looked around, and put his elbow on Yu Sheng: "Friend, are you interested—"
Yu Sheng didn't lift his head: "No."
…
Jin Linkun had a good temper, and he didn't respond when he cut off the conversation. He leaned back to his side, lifted the two chair legs and slowly swayed back, then picked up the paper and turned it over.
Yu Sheng rested his arms on his head and swiped the map several times. Seeing that the circle was spinning more and more times, he finally gave up completely and threw the phone back into the table.
He rested his head on his curved arm, resting his forehead against his forearm for a moment, and his eyes fell on the two overgrown legs.
It was not until now that Yu Sheng suddenly realized that Jin Linkun had been out of school for a year, and he was probably the same here as him, in fact, he didn't know anyone.
His classmates should have all finished their college entrance examinations, and they finally got out of the hell mode of the third year of high school.
There is one teaching building for one grade in the province, and there is a clear distinction between classes at the wrong point, and there is basically no intersection. Now this group of high school students who are about to enter their third year, even if they are from the same school, he probably doesn't know them well.
Yu Sheng lay down for a while, then turned his head sideways: "Why are you taking a break from school?"
It was rare for him to take the initiative to talk to him, so Jin Linkun almost didn't react, and looked behind him subconsciously.
Everyone was well prepared for the duel between masters. Sets of "Grammar Practice" and "Deciphering Long Difficult Sentences" were thrown on the table one after another, smashing loudly.
The school tyrants seem to be stimulated a lot, their fighting spirit is in full swing, and they are fighting against each other.
Wan Yongming stood at the table hunched over, patiently soothing the head of the deputy leader Kong.
…
"what."
Jin Linkun turned back, bent his leg, the chair fell back to the ground, and smiled: "There's something wrong."
He put down the test paper, the black eyes behind the lens curled up, and patted Yu Sheng's shoulder generously: "Sleepy? Go to bed, I'll send you a sentry."
Yu Sheng frowned.
He could hardly think of any reason why Jin Linkun could drop out of school.
This person is obviously playing a question, even if there is something really wrong, he can take the time to take the college entrance examination casually, and come back with a good score.
But he could also see that Jin Linkun didn't really want to answer this question.
Everyone has something they don't want to mention. Yu Sheng didn't plan to get to the bottom of it. He didn't ask a question, so he didn't care about it any more, and went down again.
The classroom is a great place to sleep.
Especially classrooms that are enveloped by an enthusiastic learning atmosphere.
Yu Sheng was really sleepy. He went to bed at 4:00 and 7:00 for the past two days. He only took a nap yesterday afternoon. The severely lack of sleep caused a lot of pain in his temples.
Originally, I was thinking of going back to the dormitory before going to sleep, but when Jin Linkun asked this question, the surging tiredness became more and more impossible to ignore.
"Need not."
After a while of headache, Yu Sheng heard himself say: "I sleep by myself, I don't need you."
The tone was a little rushed, Yu Sheng rested his arms on his head, and after a while, he slowed down a little, endured the name of the event that was too middle-school and reluctantly said: "Ju-jue your battle, I don't have a stomachache."
After saying this, he didn't wait for Jin Linkun's reaction, he buried it in his arm again, and closed his eyes.
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The summer camps where students are gathered do not need the supervision of teachers, and they pay more attention to giving full play to their own initiative. Even if they have similar grades, everyone's study habits are completely different.
Some people are used to improving communication like this, some people are used to cover their heads and study, and some people must be cold outside without turning a page of the book, and then play the propositional problem when no one sees it when they get home.
Young people's unique competitive spirit and sensitive self-esteem are mixed together. Many stubborn insistences are actually a bit naive, but as they grow older, the original spirit will change a little bit, and it will become a very bright memory in the memory.
Wan Yongming has been in high school for many years. He has seen all kinds of students and has a strong tolerance. He smiled and walked around with his hands behind his back, occasionally helping and guiding when the two sides were arguing, without interfering with anyone in any way.
But the two in the corner of the last row tied for second place, which undoubtedly attracted the attention of the entire seventh group of students.
Unknown to Yu Sheng, who had pulled him in and kicked him out without a sound, in the private chat group of "Our Defense God Pretends to Coerce Alliance", the battling academic bullies are using their hands with one heart and one mind. Fight with each other, and quickly water the group.
[I love chemistry: ? ? Did you hear me right? What is the operation of answering the question by pinching the pulse, playing with the heartbeat?]
[Being No. 1 in the test of dreams: It should be for the sake of speed, that perverted question bank, I had to answer a whole page too fast, and I almost smashed the computer in anger.]
[Dugu does not want to lose: ... Okay, I didn't even find the bug of answering questions too quickly.]
[Learning makes me happy: I was careless, I thought it was my comrade-in-arms who could kick the god of learning down, but it turned out to be a high-end battle that I was waiting for.]
[Save me and learn to sit behind me: please take a closer look, they are not fighting.]
The entire classroom was silent for a moment, and eyes from all directions converged without a trace, looking towards the last row by the door.
The two bosses of the high-end bureau seem to be very out of line, but they are unexpectedly very compatible.
The big guy who beat the man was lying on the table sleeping, his shirt sleeves were rolled up, his face was buried in the elbow, and his posture was very skillful.
The beaten-up boss sat next to him, with two buttons open at the collar of his shirt, he was holding on to the real questions of the eighth book, correcting his mistakes, leaning over the chair lazily, clutching the stack of papers in his hand and fanning slowly. .
The classroom is air-conditioned, but there are more than a dozen people in the same room. The body temperature of the young people of the right age is as vigorous as that of studying, and it is still a little hot.
Jin Linkun leaned slightly on his side, the book was placed on his lap at will, and the paper fan was neither in a hurry nor dry, and the air that was lifted could just blow on the two people from this angle.
…
[Learning makes me happy: couples, shirts?]
[Learning makes me happy: fuck, how anonymous?]
Yu Sheng is very sensitive to people's sights, even if he is supplementing his sleep, he is still aware of it, vaguely aware that more and more sights are being cast on his body, his shoulders move, and he frowns to prop up.
Jin Linkun attaches great importance to cooperating with the same table to make up for sleep. He lifted the book in time and covered it firmly in front of his forehead: "It's okay, the teacher didn't come."
Yu Sheng: "…"
He didn't remind him that he is usually not so blatant to keep a watch for others. Yu Sheng raised his hand to block the book, sat up against the edge of the table, and glanced at the classroom.
The school tyrants looked back one after another, and the voice of reciting English suddenly rang three degrees.
…
Yu Sheng was stunned for a while by the enthusiasm for learning, rubbed his forehead, took out his mobile phone and checked the time.
He didn't actually think he could really fall asleep. But I don't know if the air conditioner here is of good quality and the wind is so comfortable that I still couldn't take a nap.
Perhaps influenced by the atmosphere around him, he briefly had a dream.
It was also an English, provincial speech contest. During the pre-competition training phase, the classroom was lively and lively, trying to correct the Chinese accent with the tapes.
He was lying on the table, and was tortured by the teacher for half a month with a copy under his arm. He pulled out the revised manuscript from the dormitory and computer room countless times, and raced against time to make up for sleep.
The teacher indulged him very much, patted him on the shoulder and called him up with a smile, telling his mother to come to see him, just outside the door.
The light outside the door is very bright, and there are flowers in front of people's eyes. There are people next to the familiar figures, two big and one small, and the whole family is standing together very intimately.
The somewhat strange man bent down, wearing glasses, and patted his shoulder kindly.
"Xiao Sheng, my brother is going abroad soon. This competition is very important to his resume. Can I borrow him to refer to your speech?"