Don’t Talk To Me!

Chapter 21

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Yu Sheng closed the book.

Jin Linkun didn't bother him, just folded his arms, looking at the unknown competition question in front of him.

Compared with the seven groups of classmates who were eager to hang themselves, he didn't seem to be in a state of learning. He didn't hold a pen or paper. He just read the questions at a glance and turned over a page in ten seconds.

The seat space is a bit small, he has long hands and feet, and he is a little suffocated to sit. The legs are slightly bent, resting on the beam of the desk, and the chair is still tilted back.

Yu Sheng glanced at the swaying chair and pushed one, letting the other two chair legs fall to the ground again.

Jin Linkun sat firmly and regained his senses: "friend?"

Yu Sheng has already turned back: "If you want to fall again, you just continue to sit like this."

His tone was lukewarm, the pen between his fingers turned twice, there was a little bit of annoyance between his eyebrows, and his eyes fell on the table.

The exercise set has been re-opened, with blank scribbles in between.

Jin Linkun was stunned for a moment, his eyebrows raised slightly.

After a while, he chuckled softly, raised his hand and covered the boy's neck protruding from his collar: "Thank you."

A touch of warmth passed through the palm of his hand and quietly fell on the back of his neck.

Yu Sheng froze for three seconds.

fried.

Ten minutes later, Jin Linkun, who ended his evening self-study early as he wished, put one arm on his new roommate's shoulder, jumped forward on one leg, and sincerely learned from the experience: "It's really easy to fall, I won't sit like this in the future."

Yu Sheng supported him, took a deep breath, and pulled the person towards him again.

I'm really not used to such contact with people. Before Yu Sheng came to his senses, he had already raised his legs and kicked the chair under the man's buttocks neatly.

As soon as Jin Linkun moved his hand away, he didn't have time to react, the whole person froze in the air for a moment, and just sat firmly on the ground.

He was still stepping on the beam of the desk, and he didn't notice when he fell. He stood up to support the stool, only to find that his right leg was cut by a raised nail about ten centimeters.

The wound is not deep, but it looks long. Jin Linkun originally planned to go back to the dormitory to find two band-aids and stick them on.

As a result, Yu Sheng forcibly carried it out, dragged him all the way out of the school gate, and took a taxi to the nearest hospital.

The taxi stopped at the entrance of the hospital. Jin Linkun jumped tenaciously to the emergency building, still trying to convince Yu Sheng: "I saw that the nails are not rusted and the wound is not deep."

Yu Sheng ignored him, tugged the person on his shoulder, and walked away.

Jin Linkun: "Really, if we walk for a while, it will probably heal on its own."

He wanted to say something else, but Yu Sheng had already stopped and turned around: "Tired?"

Jin Linkun was startled.

The state of the other party's body was not the same as usual. Before Jin Linkun could figure out what was going on, the hand on his shoulder subconsciously patted it, half-jokingly: "Tired, you carry me?"

Yu Sheng's shoulders froze silently.

Jin Linkun didn't think about making him really back, smiled, and was about to jump forward, but his arm was suddenly grabbed and pulled.

Yu Sheng dragged him, walked in front of him, and bent over: "Come up."

Jin Linkun opened his mouth and said nothing.

Yu Sheng was quite quiet, neither bothered nor exploded, still maintaining the posture of waiting for him to come up.

The street lamp cast a shadow on his forehead, and he couldn't see clearly.

He was wearing a T-shirt, his arms were slightly bent, his shoulders bent down, and the clothes outlined a clean outline of his shoulder blades.

Jin Linkun didn't move, Yu Sheng simply pulled his arm, directly over his shoulder, and carried the person on his back.

It was late, and the light of the street lamps fell.

The boy's seemingly thin shoulders were actually very strong, his muscles tense and tenacity, he carried him steadily, and walked forward without saying a word.

Jin Linkun's heartbeat was inexplicably fast.

The atmosphere was a little too quiet. He was quiet for a while, cleared his throat, and casually found a topic: "Wait back and teach me how to turn a pen?"

Yu Sheng paused in his footsteps and continued to walk forward without stopping.

"seriously."

Jin Linkun lowered his head and patted Yu Sheng's shoulder: "I've always wanted to learn, and it looks very handsome."

He thought about it for a while, and then went back and forth: "I'll accompany you to study."

Yu Sheng: "…"

This person was talking too much in private, Yu Sheng took a breath and didn't get impatient with him: "No need."

"I can learn it myself." Yu Sheng: "Just lend me the book."

The back was quiet for a while.

Jin Linkun lowered his head, put his chin on his shoulder, and smiled: "I'll borrow it from you."

The deep voice penetrated through the chest cavity, resonating slightly, and fell on the back together with the body temperature.

Yu Sheng clenched his fists, but instead of throwing the person out, he used his arm to tip him upside down.

The wound is not serious, but it does require professional help.

The doctor on duty looked at the two Band-Aids sticking crookedly on the ten-centimeter-long wound, and then looked at the two boys who looked like students: "You can't just study, you have to have common sense... Why not just stick a row?"

Jin Linkun: "..."

Yu Sheng was at the side, coughed, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but pick it up.

Jin Linkun wanted to explain at first, but his eyes swept over Sheng, Meifeng raised his eyebrows slightly, and bowed his head sincerely: "I was careless, thank you for your hard work."

The doctor waved his hand, tore off the Band-Aid that had barely sealed the wound, disinfected it, and wrapped it in gauze: "Don't get the wound wet, go back and ask your friend to help you change the dressing every day, and change the gauze every three days. "

The doctor patted his knee and instructed specifically, "Stop using Band-Aids."

Jin Linkun glanced at Yu Sheng, who was listening next to him, and tried to make a comeback: "Don't worry, I know. Band-aids have poor water absorption and air permeability, which is not conducive to the drainage of wound secretions. The wound cannot guarantee a clean environment and is prone to infection. —”

"No." The doctor interrupted him kindly, "It's easy to be laughed at."

"… "

The two got out of the hospital, got into the car again, and headed back to N.

Yu Sheng leaned against the window, reported his address to the driver, lowered his head and set a few alarm clocks on his phone to change dressings and gauze.

Jin Linkun knew what he was doing without looking at it: "...friend, shouldn't you comfort me at this time?"

Yu Sheng took a deep breath, barely holding back his laughter, without turning his head, he stretched out his hand and patted him sloppily on the leg.

"Thank you, much better."

Jin Linkun was easily satisfied, so he cheered up and sat up with his arms up: "Are you hungry?"

Yu Sheng shook his head: "Are you hungry? What do you want to eat?"

Outside the wall behind their dormitory is a snack street, dubbed the late-night CBD. Until late at night, it is filled with the smell of sinful food, especially spicy crayfish and barbecue for a long time.

Sometimes when Yu Sheng is in a good mood and idle, he will go out to buy a late-night snack, and by the way, he will bring a copy for Jin Linkun.

It's a bit late today, and after tossing back and forth again, if Jin Linkun is hungry, he will carry the person back to the dormitory first and then turn it out.

Yu Sheng was still waiting for him to order food, but Jin Linkun didn't speak immediately, and leaned over with his arms.

Yu Sheng looked up.

Jin Linkun looked at him carefully, with his arms bent loosely, leaning on the back of the driver's seat in front, he raised his hand and tried to touch his forehead.

Yu Sheng frowned, raised his hand and pushed it away: "What's wrong?"

"What do you think?"

Jin Linkun's hand was blocked by him, he slid down and covered his eyes: "Tell me, it's alright."

Yu Sheng's arms stiffened slightly.

This figure seems to have no long memory at all, and he didn't remember at all how he was kicked to the ground just because he touched him.

The messy emotions suddenly surged uncontrollably.

It was so unfamiliar that he didn't even know what to do with it.

So at that time, he almost lost his mind and moved his hand subconsciously.

Yu Sheng frowned, couldn't help blinking his eyes, and leaned on the back of the chair behind him with a hard shoulder.

Jin Linkun waited quietly for a while, but before Yu Sheng could speak, the itch in his palm due to the movement of the eyelashes was more obvious.

He involuntarily took a breath and suppressed his heartbeat, which had always been inappropriate tonight, and wanted to withdraw his hand, but the boy under his palm suddenly said, "I'm sorry."

Jin Linkun was taken aback.

"sorry."

Yu Sheng originally thought it was not easy to say this, but only when he exited, he realized that it was unexpectedly simple.

There was a dry and warm darkness in front of him, and no emotions were exposed.

He didn't hide, let Jin Linkun cover it, and said in one breath: "I'm not used to being touched by others, conditioned reflex... It's not intentional."

Jin Linkun was stunned, and couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

"Scared me, I thought what was going on..."

He smiled, moved his palm away, and took the initiative to apologize in a good-natured manner: "Blame me, I shouldn't be doing things to you all the time. Next time I'll pay attention, don't touch you casually—"

Yu Sheng interrupted him: "No need."

Jin Linkun raised his eyebrows and stopped talking.

The young man was still at the age of drawing, his bones were clear and clean, his body was stretched hard, and his tone was hard: "I'll let you call back."

Jin Linkun propped up his arms and his eyes fell on him.

The black car randomly hit the door of the hospital, the back seat space is quite narrow, and the sound of the engine is obvious, roaring.

The phone resting on his lap lit up, and the notification from all the members of the Seventh Group of Old Wan Aite was sent out in the afternoon. I don't know how to delay it until now.

Jin Linkun glanced subconsciously.

Up to now, the students have had initial contact with each other and got along relatively harmoniously.

We plan to start a group activity tomorrow afternoon, introduce ourselves, deepen our understanding of each other, and cultivate further feelings.

He didn't know what he was thinking, and his thoughts circled around the last two sentences of the notice.

"Okay." Jin Linkun smiled softly, "close your eyes, I'm afraid I'll hit you too hard, you're afraid."

Yu Sheng frowned.

He fights a lot. He has been bullied since he was a child.

Taking into account the number of nonsense sentences that the person who does not close his eyes will have to say, Yu Sheng didn't say much, and closed his eyes hastily: "Hurry up."

"it is good."

Jin Linkun's voice sounded: "Get ready, immediately—"

Yu Sheng had never seen anyone beat someone with a notice, so he took a breath, and was about to ask him if he needed to help him shout one, two, three, when his forehead suddenly hurt slightly.

The bent knuckles were neither light nor heavy, and knocked on his forehead.

"It's a draw."

Jin Linkun's voice was slightly low, and he touched his hair. His tone was much lighter than usual, and a warm air flowed past his ears.

"This is a turnaround, okay?"

The author has something to say: Kunshen: I’m not bragging, I’m afraid of myself when I fight people :)