The self-introduction of the large-scale netizens who ran the face-to-face exchange meeting continued until it was dark.
The roommate around him who was immersed in his studies suddenly began to fiddle with his mobile phone, and he seemed to be struggling with the screen.
Jin Linkun thought he was playing a game, and once tried to come over to help, but was pushed back to his seat, and there was an extra two yuan gel pen in his hand that didn't dry quickly.
"Don't be afraid of falling."
Yu Sheng's words were brief, the pen in his hand turned around, and stopped between his fingers: "Hurry up, don't get distracted."
Jin Linkun was a little surprised, holding the pen for a while, then raised his eyebrows, the black eyes behind the lens suddenly began to smile.
He was still hanging on the chair lazily at first, but now he suddenly propped up his arms, sat up straight, and re-clamped the pen according to the instructions.
Yu Sheng didn't know what to teach about turning a pen, so he tried his best to sum up a few lessons: "… Do you understand? Just turn it around."
Jin Linkun nodded solemnly.
It was rare for him to sit up straight, his wrists resting on the edge of the table, holding a pen between his fingers to find his status.
Yu Sheng raised his head.
Jin Linkun lowered his eyelashes, the lines on his shoulders and backs were clear and smooth, his long and cold white fingers were slightly curved, and the inconspicuous fountain pen swayed gently between his fingers.
There seems to be some kind of casual attraction inexplicably.
Yu Sheng couldn't help frowning.
People with wide shoulders and nice hands are really annoying.
Yu Sheng decisively ended the short-term friendly lecture, looked away, and went back to prepare to continue to brush the questions.
Just as I opened the exercise book, that beautiful hand suddenly hurriedly scooped up.
He didn't catch it, and the pen fell on the table with a clatter.
…
Back in the dormitory, Jin Linkun was still thinking about turning his pen.
Yu Sheng flipped through the whole afternoon, and had already finished brushing the entire workbook, threw it back to him, and went to the bathroom to wash his hands.
Jin Linkun took it and continued to try again and again leaning against the desk, comforting and cheering himself: "It doesn't matter, this probably needs to be practiced slowly..."
Yu Sheng squeezed a large amount of hand sanitizer on the back of his hand, rubbed it hard for a while, and finally washed off the black spot that had been on the back of his hand all afternoon.
He wanted to say that this talent and comprehension basically didn't need to be practiced any more, but he still didn't get the words out.
"...probably a problem with the pen."
With foam all over his hands, Yu Sheng put his wrist on the water faucet, reached under the water and rinsed clean: "I'll find a special pen for turning around."
"There is also a special one for this one?" Jin Linkun was quite surprised, "Can you use my skills?"
"cannot."
Yu Sheng wiped his hands, snapped off the light in the bathroom, and said with a blank face: "Professionals don't have water, so I won't order a second dot on my hand."
"… "
There is probably nothing that can't be done in the growth experience of learning gods, and the failure of this matter has dealt a great blow to Jin Linkun. Yu Sheng simply ate something, and when he washed up and went to bed, he also saw a video tutorial on his computer screen with a stylus on mute.
Yu Sheng lay back on the bed, not in a hurry to sleep, resting his arms on his head to organize his thoughts for the day.
Returning to the long-lost learning state is actually not as uncomfortable as I imagined.
His habit of brushing questions is not the same as others. He always reads the questions and analyzes the answers directly. If you read three or five questions of the same type, you can almost memorize them. If you see similar questions, you can directly write down the problem-solving process. If there are too difficult and complicated questions, you will brush up to ten more questions. up.
Although the memory is somewhat stronger than the average person, it is not difficult to remember, and Yu Sheng still needs to spend extra time to organize these things in order, so as not to be dizzy by the messy memory.
The dormitory is very quiet, and Jin Linkun has adapted to his study habits in the past two days. Without making a sound, he leaned back in the chair and withdrew page by page out of the scratch paper that Yu Sheng had sandwiched in the exercise book.
Even though the paper was already full of words, it was still very clean, more like a carefully organized note.
Yu Sheng's patience with questions is actually very high. Even the most basic questions, he can still resist skipping a step. Every scoring point is listed in an orderly manner. A little vaguely sharp edge.
It's just that the writing is a little too detailed, and even (1 point) is written down silently.
Jin Linkun looked at it unconsciously while withdrawing: "This kind of place also deserves a point? Don't you write a deduction?"
"buckle."
Yu Sheng just finished sorting out his thoughts, got up and poured water to drink: "Jump step, write the correct answer and also deduct."
Jin Linkun raised his eyebrows in surprise, nodded, and continued to look at his scratch paper one by one: "No wonder I'm always dissatisfied, it's too dark..."
Yu Sheng poured a cup of warm water, poured it in one breath, and glanced at him.
Jin Linkun did the questions too fast, he couldn't control the speed of his thinking, and he might not be able to write down the whole process when he looked back. On the formal exams, which are not all choices, they are not so dominant.
The handwriting on the scratch paper was much easier to read than the exercise book. Jin Linkun read it quickly, and he had already scanned most of the book in a while.
While he couldn't help commenting on the trivial points that Bubu was a pit, he still carefully piled up all the scrapbooks he took out.
Yu Sheng frowned and took away the stack of straw paper: "What is there to collect?"
Jin Linkun's hands were empty and he raised his head: "Isn't it for me?"
He was sitting in the table lamp, and his whole temperament was softened by the warm yellow light, which inexplicably coincided with the photo for a moment.
Yu Sheng paused briefly, unmoved: "Have you read it yet?"
Jin Linkun is very honest: "I've read it, but—"
"Just watch it."
Yu Sheng took out the stack of straw paper, rolled it up, and threw it into the corner of the desk: "You write nonsense, don't keep everything."
Jin Linkun didn't stop him, he raised his hand and raised his eyes.
Not long after taking a shower, Yu Sheng's hair was still a little damp, and he was wearing a neat half-sleeve, and the boy's unusually clear and clean breath could not be suppressed.
Jin Linkun couldn't help but raised his hand, walked halfway and circled back, touched the tip of his nose lightly, and smiled: "Thank you."
He was very frank, leaning back in his chair and looking up at him, his expression was even a little serious: "After reading it again, my thoughts are much clearer."
Yu Sheng looked at his hand and couldn't help frowning.
His hand holding the cup paused, did not speak, put down the cup, turned back to the bed and lay down.
The ceiling light was not turned on, only the desk lamp was turned on on Jin Linkun's desk. The light almost dimmed when it reached the middle, and the half of the bedroom was surrounded by quiet darkness.
When Jin Linkun was sleepy, he turned the book a little lighter.
"fine."
Yu Sheng covered his eyes with one hand: "Make some noise, anything will do."
Jin Linkun was slightly startled: "Aren't you going to sleep?"
Yu Sheng was silent for a while.
"sleep."
He turned sideways and turned to the wall: "So make some noise."
With a light sound on Jin Linkun's desk, the book was put down.
Yu Sheng lay down for a while, but his mind couldn't calm down. He could only bring up what he saw today from his memory, and repeat it again in silence.
There were indeed more voices behind him, footsteps, slight bumps, and the sound of moving chairs, all quietly and clearly in the small space.
Yu Sheng closed his eyes and was about to go to sleep after reciting the last page, when a little light from the desk lamp suddenly came on.
Jin Linkun held the book and sat down beside his bed.
Yu Sheng: "…"
Yu Sheng turned around: "Don't make such a big move."
"I tried it just now, and sitting here just blocks the light."
Jin Linkun obviously thinks this is quite appropriate, and sincerely suggested that he raised his hand and brushed his hair: "talk for a while, you can sleep when you are sleepy."
Yu Sheng's shoulders under the quilt stiffened slightly.
He lay motionless for a while, turned slightly, and turned to face him.
Jin Linkun's hand was still on top of his head, and when he moved like this, it was as if he was rubbing lightly twice.
"There was a time last year when I suddenly felt that studying was boring, so I went to the youth training base and tried e-sports for a year."
Jin Linkun retracted his hand and flipped through the book. Using the light, he continued to read the rest of the paper: "I later found out that it was easier to learn, so I came back."
…
Considering the person's skill in turning the pen, Yu Sheng didn't really believe it.
But Jin Linkun was too serious, Yu Sheng looked at the shadow under the lamp, was silent for a while, and then casually said, "What level?"
Jin Linkun paused, and adopted a more euphemistic side-by-side method: "When playing games, some people thought I was a power trainer."
Yu Sheng couldn't hold back and laughed.
"real."
Jin Linkun is very serious: "I was on my own account a year ago. The strength was raised too suddenly, too much hatred, and there were always people chasing me a while ago to hit me..."
He was still flipping page by page, and suddenly he felt that the page felt different, and subconsciously turned to the side under the lamp: "What is this?"
"Huh?" Yu Sheng was really sleepy, half of his consciousness was blurred, and he was pulled back by Kankan.
He rubbed his eyes and remembered: "Basic information sheet, just put it on the table for me."
Jin Linkun agreed, but couldn't hold back, and glanced at the basic information sheet again.
The form has been filled out to the end, it is estimated that it is completed, but the parent column and the emergency contact below are empty.
"Don't think about it, my parents are still here."
Yu Sheng guessed what he was thinking, and interrupted aloud: "I forgot their phone numbers, put them on my desk, and check them back and fill them out together."
High school students will give priority to their parents when something happens to them. If they fill in their parents, they will call according to the emergency contact list.
Yu Sheng filled out the form a few times in the third middle school, and then he had a long memory, and he simply left it blank. Finally, there were no more troubles.
After he filled out the form, he directly stuffed it into the exercise book, and then forgot to take it out, not ready for Jin Linkun to see it.
Jin Linkun didn't speak.
Yu Sheng lifted his eyelids, propped up his arms, and prepared to take it himself.
Just sitting up, Jin Linkun has already put the exercise book together and placed it beside Yu Sheng's pillow.
Yu Sheng frowned: "Why?"
Jin Linkun lay down against him and covered him with the quilt.
He touched a pen, leaned down, and filled in a series of numbers on the form with the exercise book, and signed his name.
"This kind of thing is not so troublesome, just fill it with me."
Jin Linkun made his final decision, and by the light, he turned to show him the form: "Remember my phone number, it's easy to remember my phone number."
The light was a little dazzling, and Yu Sheng unconsciously narrowed his eyes.
Jin Linkun's black eyes behind the lenses curved slightly, put his palms on the back of his neck, and rubbed: "Okay, I'll be your emergency contact next time."
The author has something to say: Kunshen, a kind and careful man, who is a father.