Don’t Talk To Me!

Chapter 20

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The water area of the anonymous forum was once again filled with blood and tears from the seven groups of students.

The plot is a little weird this time around.

In the 818 post, the relationship between the two bosses suddenly changed from going to the toilet hand in hand to a turbulent undercurrent.

There are more than one person who swears by 50 points. Kunshen not only secretly reads a book while his roommate is sleeping with a small lamp on, but even tricks his roommate to sleep a little longer. When people are at the door, they insist that they are still there. bed.

Yu Sheng went out to wash his face and came back. Jin Linkun was leaning against the door, holding his mobile phone and flipping through the posts.

While flipping, I sighed with him: "Three complaints. I think it's unreasonable to turn into this direction now."

Yu Sheng skipped the idiom part, glanced at the screen of the mobile phone handed over, and raised his eyebrows.

Except for the time he spent more than an hour buying pancakes last time, he hadn't seen this forum again, and thought that Jin Linkun didn't do much shopping, but he didn't expect his forum rank to be quite high.

The previous one on August 18th floor turned dozens of pages, and the newcomer couldn't even turn it, and it was almost sinking. This time the gossip was posted separately.

Yu Sheng hastily read a few pages, most of them sighed with emotion that the gods of learning were as scheming as me, and maybe they quietly brushed the questions in the middle of the night. The confidence that was knocked down to the point where the few remaining confidence rekindled in the chests of the school masters, and the enthusiasm for learning was once again. Burned the whole summer camp.

On the contrary, he didn't scribble any more messy content such as being arrogant and difficult to get along with.

He didn't care too much, handed back the phone, grabbed the towel and wiped his face: "You didn't turn on the small desk lamp?"

Jin Linkun took over the phone: "I called, but—"

Yu Sheng didn't talk to him but: "You didn't lie to me that you were in bed?"

Jin Linkun: "..."

Facts are indeed facts.

If he hadn't said one more sentence at that time, Yu Sheng wouldn't have fallen asleep directly to lunch, and finally woke up with stomach pain.

Jin Linkun put away his mobile phone, opened a can of millet and red jujube porridge, and handed it over: "Although I almost believe it myself now, I still feel that this matter can also be explained by my roommate and I love each other..."

Yu Sheng received half of it, shivered by his words, and withdrew his hand: "Who is dating you."

"Okay, no blind date."

Jin Linkun was very talkative, nodded politely, pulled his hand over directly, and stuffed the porridge directly into it: "Eat a little, this nourishes the stomach."

After Yu Sheng finished drinking the millet porridge, he still felt that there was something wrong with this conversation.

During high school, hot topics among students are destined to not last. The freshness has passed, and the water area has naturally become a new batch of gossip.

The stone hammer that Kunshen secretly turned on the light to learn has basically turned the page, but the effect it brought has not been turned over.

The small table lamp of the same model of the God of Learning was widely circulated in the camp inexplicably, and students with economic savvy quickly seized the opportunity to find the same model for wholesale purchase, and they were snapped up in a blink of an eye.

It is probably the same as the triangular ruler set that must be passed every test. For the next few days, the sales of table lamps were at a high level.

There is a post that counts scattered sales. After all, it has reached an unprecedented situation where there is an average of one small table lamp for every ten people in the entire summer camp.

Yu Sheng went out to buy supper at night, and even was stuffed with a decent flyer under the street lamp.

"What are you looking at?"

Jin Linkun looked up from the desk and saw that he had a piece of paper in his hand, he couldn't help but looked over curiously.

Yu Sheng didn't read it, he turned the flyer to the side, and put the oden he was carrying on the table.

Jin Linkun read the flyer with him, lowered his head and said, "Are you still regretting the lack of time? Are you still hesitating because life is too short? Are you still embarrassed because your roommate has finished studying and you haven't finished... This what?"

"it."

Yu Sheng glanced at the back, gestured to the source of all evil on his desk, and shoved the flyer into his hand: "The same model for learning gods, it is specially used for secretly immersive learning when roommates are asleep, fast charging and long battery life. Strong, can widely deal with emergencies such as a large number of power outages, trips, world destruction, and the sudden uncontrollable impulse to study in the dead of night—"

"Okay, forgive me."

Jin Linkun laughed and shook his head to intercept Yu Sheng's words: "The world of Xueba is too scary..."

The books on his desk were a bit messy, and he casually opened the two next to each other.

Just as he was about to put the flyer in, his eyes swept to the small print at the back, and his eyebrows suddenly raised slightly.

Picked it up and looked at it carefully.

Word for word.

Yu Sheng just turned the page after he finished reading the front, and at most only glanced at it.

Yu Sheng had already ended the topic, went back to his desk, pulled out the chair and was about to eat.

Aware of his gaze, Yu Sheng took apart the chopsticks and glanced up: "Aren't you hungry?"

Jin Linkun didn't seem to be hungry. He put down the flyer, looked over with burning eyes, and put his hands on his shoulders: "Friend."

His shoulders were lowered, and he met Yu Sheng's eyes. His attitude was even a little solemn, as if he wanted to say something very important.

Yu Sheng frowned.

In fact, he is not very used to being so close to people. The person in front of me has invaded a safe distance over and over again, and I can control it a little bit not to throw people out, and I am still not used to being stared at like this.

Especially this man's eyes are very deep.

It is dark and deep, even if it is hidden behind the lens, it somehow seems to be able to suck people in.

The night outside the window was dark, the warm-toned lights fell down, the air conditioner blew the wind, and the cool air brushed the skin between the arms.

Yu Sheng's heartbeat was inexplicably stagnant, and he squeezed the chopsticks in his hand, trying not to poke two holes in him: "Why?"

Jin Linkun: "Do you want to form a group to study?"

"… "

"Remember."

Yu Sheng was sitting in the evening self-study classroom, calmly watching the schedule from 8:00 pm to 11:00 pm: "When you invited me to form a group, in addition to refusing, I once said, 'It's better to study with you than to go to school. Evening self-study' is that kind of thing?"

Jin Linkun thought for a while and was sure: "No."

Yu Sheng looked at "Have You Really Mastered the Mathematics of the College Entrance Examination - Conic Curve" in front of him, took a deep breath, and exhaled long.

The summer camp suddenly added an evening self-study for a reason.

After buying a small desk lamp, the school tyrants fell into a crazy late-night problem-solving mode. Even if both of them are studying, they must turn off the lamp and turn on the small desk lamp with their backs to each other to ensure that kind of immersive learning. Ambience.

There was no big problem at first, until the director in charge of the life of the summer camp came to check the dormitory on a whim, and saw the white light shining faintly in the dark dormitory, and the white lights floating under the white light. With a godless face, he was almost scared out of a heart attack.

Lao Wan thought about it carefully, this is probably because the active and vigorous learning enthusiasm of the scholars has not been fully expressed.

"Three hours, Ren Ren will pass."

Jin Linkun seemed to understand him very well, swept around the classmates in the classroom who were expressing their enthusiasm for learning, and patted his arm: "I'm not used to studying with so many people either."

Yu Sheng is not used to studying with so many people.

It took him too long to lay down the basics. Even if he stayed in this summer camp for no reason, his subconscious still resisted learning.

It seems that as long as it is like this, as long as it no longer attracts attention, and no longer stands in the eyes of everyone, all those bad things can be completely sunk to a place that cannot be remembered, and they can be completely separated from the past.

He knew this was wrong, but he was blocked by an inexplicable force and couldn't get out.

These days, the activities of the seven groups are all subjects with a high degree of autonomy to learn and exchange, and neither participation nor compulsory, but the atmosphere of evening self-study is very different.

Especially with the sound of writing and flipping pages all around, everyone is immersed in their studies, and they can't wait to have a progress bar on their heads, which reads [Chemical Progress: 46/100].

Yu Sheng's knuckles flexed unconsciously.

Just look at it, don't take it to heart.

He sat at the table for a while, opened the exercise book that Jin Linkun had stuffed over, and flipped a few pages.

Turning to the seventh page, a slightly heavy weight suddenly pressed between his fingers.

Yu Sheng frowned and turned the page back.

There is a sticky note on it.

The fluorescent yellow that dazzles the eyes a little, the very free and abstract brushstrokes draw things with only mouths crookedly, and a bold and unrestrained font is attached below: Donald Duck.

Yu Sheng: "…"

God fuck Donald Duck.

A little puzzled by Xue Shen's unique aesthetic, Yu Sheng sat for a while at the stick figure Donald Duck, which looked like a Disney balloon leaking air, flicked his fingertips between the pages, and found the next page on page 14. Post-it notes.

It was probably in the first picture that he confirmed that he did not have the talent to draw Disney cartoon characters. On page 14, the post-it note turned into a Doraemon with a bloody mouth.

Yu Sheng couldn't hold back, and continued to count and turned a few pages back, and sure enough, he found the next few hand-painted car rollover works on pages 21, 28, and 35.

Yu Sheng pressed his forehead, thinking about Jin Linkun's ingenious way of learning, he flipped through seven pages, and found the last post-it note on the thin last page of the whole book.

He probably also discovered that he really has no talent for drawing, and he only wrote a line of words on the post-it note that he couldn't understand without drawing any more explanations.

The brush is sharp and flowing, and the frame structure is so beautiful that it can be directly taken out as a hard pen calligraphy exhibition.

- This page is too serious and has no illustrations.

Yu Sheng was slightly dumb, and couldn't help raising the corner of his mouth. He was about to close the book, but his hand suddenly stopped.

On the day of the decisive battle at the top of grammar, there was an annoying sound of English recitations.

Jin Linkun took the sixth grade vocabulary that he had read in junior high school, leaned down, put one hand on his shoulder, and opened the book.

"This is good."

Probably because his face was really not very good, Jin Linkun held his hand a little harder than usual that day, pressing his warm palm on his shoulder, trying to pull him out of something.

"Look, this one also has illustrations."