The situation suddenly took an unexpected escalation.
The leader of the second group raised his hand and looked at the front and back, feeling a little dazed.
In the silence, the boy who rolled up his sleeves and said that he was going to prepare three plans took a step back and swallowed, "Team leader, why don't we... Let's smoke again?"
"No, you can't change it if you agree."
The leader of the seventh group gritted his teeth, picked up a note with the number 17 written on it, and put it into his hand: "Liang Yifan, you have also been selected, go and set rules with them first—"
"Leader!"
Liang Yifan grabbed his hand firmly, lowered his voice and spoke quickly: "Although you can't tell us apart because we changed our names a few times, you must remember my name. To be honest, my name is Liang Yifan, and I come from T city. No. 1 Middle School, liberal arts, nicknamed "Save me, the big guy is behind me..."
Team Seven Leader: "..."
A fair agreement, the dignity of the scholars cannot be provoked, and the result of the lottery has not been modified in the end.
The second group drew three boys with an average ranking of the top 75 in the province. Two of them wore thick glasses. The only one without glasses was Liang Yifan's high school classmate named Shan Zhuo. Nine, I heard that I have just been successfully recommended to the top 2 colleges and universities.
The seven groups that have won the Big Boss, Big Boss and Save Me Big Boss are behind me again.
"You won't compare this person at the end of the group?"
The second group was so shocked by the result of the lottery that they almost took a step back. Seeing the reaction of the seventh group of students, they finally realized that the two bosses might not be willing to participate in this level of competition, and quickly became arrogant again.
"Do you dare to compare? It's better to go back to study and waste less time!"
"It's not that I didn't remind you that your group's strength is not as good as not to come, and it will be too miserable to be abused when you can."
"It doesn't matter, admit defeat early, there are still two places for you on the other side of the toilet..."
…
The seven groups of students were very angry, and several boys were about to come out at that time, but were stopped in time by their companions.
Strictly speaking, the toilet is actually a relatively broad concept.
It is divided into two parts. The outside is the bathroom, which is used to wash and wash clothes for the students who are too lazy to clean up. The lights were on all night, very bright and clean.
The dispute between the two groups this time is mainly about the right to use this part of the area.
There are seven groups of dormitories on the fourth floor. Originally, seven groups of students were studying here, but they were greeted by the other's bucket and took up the space.
The seven groups were not prepared to fight hard. They originally planned to simply negotiate clearly, draw a line and set the rules, and both sides would be fine.
Who knew that the other party was so unreasonable and his attitude was so arrogant.
It was the first time that the team leader of the seventh group participated in such a rambunctious quarrel. He was a little angry and his face was flushed: "No! You stand here and don't move, I'll go find them—"
Holding the note, he turned around, and when he pulled away from the crowd, he was about to rush back in anger, and his footsteps suddenly stopped.
Liang Yifan was still trying to find a chance to salvage the situation, so he jumped out and slammed into him without stopping.
The crowd was separated, and the vision was flat, leading straight to the corner of the corridor.
…
Amidst the silent gaze, Jin Linkun raised his hand and patted Yu Sheng on the shoulder: "Friend, you guessed right."
Yu Sheng was expressionless and polite to him: "It's not surprising, I've guessed it more accurately than this."
Jin Linkun raised his eyebrows and bent his shoulders curiously.
Yu Sheng, who had guessed himself into the summer camp abruptly, did not intend to introduce his glorious record. Holding his sleeve, he removed that arm from his shoulder and directly extended his hand to the team leader of the seventh group.
The leader of the seventh group was stunned, hesitated for a while, and tentatively handed over the remaining two notes.
The process of persuading the two bigwigs was easier than you might think.
Yu Sheng hasn't been able to overcome the inertia that he has to finish things. Without Jin Linkun's reminder, he didn't even think of the option of refusing to participate after being drawn.
Kunshen, who seemed to be relatively incongruous, was dragged forward by Yu Sheng two steps before he could express his rejection.
The battle for the bathroom defense with two tied for the second town was thus decided.
"… "
Liang Yifan's heart was ashes, he slumped in the seat in front of the two bosses, looking at the boy with round glasses who was walking on the blackboard with chalk and pen: "Night elf, you better tell me that you are not giving me Preparing for a memorial service…”
Cen Rui was very disdainful: "Fuck, this is called a mobilization meeting, and it's for you."
He was the first to discover the toilet, a holy place for learning, and he was very enthusiastic in the defense battle. He picked up the eraser and carefully wiped the edge of the trace, and knocked on the podium: "Liang Yifan, the two great gods have already gone back to prepare, are you motivated?"
…
Liang Yifan raised his arms and looked out the window.
"If you think you were pulled out after Kunshen sighed, it's because they couldn't wait to prepare for the defense."
Liang Yifan raised his hand sincerely: "I think I'm probably qualified to lie down and win."
"… "
"Okay, cheer up."
The leader of the seventh group clapped his hands, cut off the small talk, and arranged the work resolutely: "Cen Rui, draw your mobilization board report well, and get the information of those people in a while, and then place the next Tetris. Xia Junhua, find a few Rubik's cubes and come back and practice first. Practice your hands. Dong Jue, hand over all your Sudoku books, and remember to erase all the answers..."
The summer camp is a group that disrupts the division of arts and sciences. The members of both groups are well-informed. People are randomly selected, which will inevitably lead to unfairness.
These items were decided by the team leaders on both sides, which avoided the accidental errors that may be caused by the division of arts and sciences to the greatest extent. The three people who are tentatively selected will have one item each, and three days later, they will compete in the activity room on the top floor of the training building.
When things have developed to this point, the significance of this victory and defeat has undoubtedly gone far beyond a small toilet.
For the first time, none of the seven groups of students were arguing that they would go to self-study in the evening.
The girls got together to help copy Sudoku, the computer was busy debugging the keying, and a few who carried the Rubik's Cube with them also contributed.
Even the deputy team leader Kong Jiahe was infected by the atmosphere, so he couldn't help helping out. He came to the stage to help draw a few small flowers and white clouds on the mobilization board newspaper.
When Lao Wan came to study for a walk in the evening, he almost thought he had gone to the wrong classroom, and he read it three times in and out before he opened the door again.
…
"Very well, these are activities that help with learning."
Lao Wan walked around with his hands behind his back, and nodded with relief: "Sudoku can exercise logical thinking, and Rubik's cube can exercise people's spatial imagination. Tetris also has high requirements for concentration, concentration and reaction speed. "
As an old teacher from H middle school, Lao Wan is a bit too open-minded. Not only did he not criticize and educate the students' behavior, but he also sat down with a chair, took a Rubik's cube and tried to twist it: "Which three students did our group choose, has the allocation plan been determined?"
With Lao Wan's off-site assistance, when Yu Sheng was led into the classroom by Jin Linkun rubbing his head, he had already been assigned his own project.
Jin Linkun is in charge of Sudoku, and Yu Sheng is in charge of twisting the Rubik's Cube.
Liang Yifan is just an ordinary and innocent junior high school liberal arts student. After comprehensively analyzing the winning and losing rate, he is responsible for playing a dozen Tetris casually.
"Two wins in three rounds, obviously we have to adopt a strategy of protecting two and one, and you usually do the same in exams."
When Lao Wan saw the needle, he was still patiently teaching the test-taking skills to the seven groups of students: "In any case, you must first ensure that you are sure, and you must spend more than 80% of your time on it, and the rest will be done. It is used to hand over topics that have no ideas at all.”
"Especially in the face of the multiple-choice questions in the final math finale, sometimes there are situations that are obviously beyond the difficulty of the normal syllabus, which is used to make your mentality collapse."
Patting Kong Jiahe, who was burying his head in memorization, Lao Wan walked around and persuaded him: "You all have to overcome psychological obstacles. You have to believe that if you don't know it at all, the results of direct deception and forcible actions are similar. It can save time for more topics that would otherwise be met..."
Yu Sheng sat in the back row and was shocked by the ubiquitous strong study atmosphere.
"Don't worry, you can recite these words after finishing high school."
Jin Linkun spent a month in the third year of the provincial key high school before leaving school. He was very familiar with this atmosphere. He leaned over his shoulders and comforted him with the attitude of someone who came over: "Just get used to it."
Yu Sheng turned his head to look at him.
Jin Linkun leaned back in the chair, with two stacks of high-level Sudoku exercises just sent over by the leader of the seventh group in front of him.
I didn't take a pen, but my eyes fell at random, and every few seconds I moved a page from one stack to another.
This person just said politely to the team leader that his ability is limited, and he may not be able to help if he does his best.
Yu Sheng looked at it for a while, and then remembered the sentence Jin Linkun asked him indifferently before going out.
The two people have known each other for longer and longer, and sometimes he suddenly feels that in addition to being beaten and even more beaten, Jin Linkun may also hide a side that is more difficult to detect.
Yu Sheng fiddled with the Rubik's cube a few times, put it down, pulled out his schoolbag and flipped through it.
After Jin Linkun finished calculating one page of Sudoku, he switched to another one, and the tabletop was suddenly knocked on the table.
Subconsciously raised his head, Yu Sheng's hand was still at the corner of his desk.
Holding something, he knocked twice, urging him impatiently: "Reach out your hand."
Jin Linkun looked at him, paused for a moment, and handed over his right hand subconsciously.
There was a desk blocking it, Yu Sheng's hand reached over, and the fist that was clenched was hanging on his hand and released.
A big white rabbit fell into his hands.
Jin Linkun lowered his head and raised his eyebrows slightly.
Jin Linkun: "Friend..."
"Not yours."
Yu Sheng knew what he was going to ask as soon as he heard it.
He was going to get the candy back. Jin Linkun had already raised his wrist in time, put his palm back, and quickly put the candy into his palm: "Yes."
Jin Linkun's hand was hurriedly retracted, Yu Sheng's raised hand was stopped by the table board, and the castration paused.
It was just wrapped up in the dry warmth that I was holding.
Both were stunned.
The desks for evening self-study are connected in double rows, and the desks are very close to each other.
Originally, as long as you pay attention, you can detect each other's breathing, but now they maintain a strange posture for no reason, and each other's heartbeats are somewhat sluggish.
"Sheng - Brother Sheng, Brother Sheng."
With the love and encouragement of the whole group, Liang Yifan immersed himself in playing Tetris for half an hour, came over from the front row, and stammered and tried to exchange his preparation experience with him: "You play Rubik's cube—"
Liang Yifan: "..."
Under the aura that the two bosses had begun to faintly spark with lightning all the way, Liang Yifan was dominated by a strong desire to survive, maintained the movement of turning around, and turned back slowly, stiffly, and calmly.
The WeChat group of the seven groups vibrated quickly again.
[Save my boss is behind me again: Help, I dare not look back, who can tell me what the two bosses are doing.]
[Trembling Night Elf: What do you care about the boss? Are you in charge, boss?]
[University N at 4:00 in the morning - Kong Jiahe: Classmate Liang, Teacher Wan said that doing a question is a question, and a competition is a competition, so you can't give up so quickly. You should now continue to play the game seriously.]
[Save me boss is here again:…]
[Sleep late makes me happy: the deputy team leader is right. Classmate Liang, play your Tetris well, and be sure to treat it with the same attitude as a small slider with a coefficient of friction.]
[Save me boss: Your uncle.]
[Sleep late makes me happy: ?]
[Save me: I fucking study literature.]
…
The successive WeChat vibrations did not affect the aura collision between the two bosses.
Jin Linkun slowly held the candy, raised his head, and his eyes fell on Sheng.
Yu Sheng's shoulders were slightly tense, he frowned tightly, and twitched his hands.
The young man's hand was unusually thin and strong, his knuckles flexed against his fingertips, and he rammed violently.
Jin Linkun opened his mouth.
The brain capable of running mental arithmetic Sudoku with eight cores suddenly became inexplicably stuck.
Before he could react, his hand was already clenched again, and he blurted out, "Why is your hand so cold again?"
Yu Sheng: "…"
This guy has no fucking third side other than being beaten and more beaten.
When I taught him to take the pulse, I thought his hands were cold, but now I give him candy, and I still think his hands are cold.
Yu Sheng lowered his head and glanced at the chair under his buttocks, barely holding back, he squeezed his temper and pulled his hands out bit by bit: "It's not too hot, let go."
Jin Linkun's hand instinctively loosened, Yu Sheng confiscated it, and the back of his hand hit the table with a thud.
…
[Save me: Let me just ask, does the aura behind me allow me to turn back now?]
For the next two hours, Liang Yifan did not dare to look back.
The students in the seventh group didn't have time to take care of his young mind, so they all gathered together and watched Cen Rui hack out the resumes of the three opponents on the opposite side from the official website of the summer camp.
"Is it that big?"
Cen Rui rolled the mouse and couldn't help sighing: "Except for Lao Liang's high school classmate, the team leader picked out the remaining two, one happened to have participated in the World Rubik's Cube Association competition and obtained the certification, and the other participated in Chinese Sudoku. In the championship, 200 out of 3000 entered the semi-finals…”
Xia Junhua watched from the side and couldn't help but sigh, "Our team leader is really lucky."
The leader of the seventh group opened his mouth, but did not speak, and slapped his right hand regretfully.
Listening to the sigh of this group of over-the-top academic tyrants lamenting bad luck, Yu Sheng twisted the Rubik's Cube a few times and couldn't help raising his head.
If it is really pure lottery, of course it cannot be such a coincidence.
He originally wanted to speak, but looked at the group of people who were sighing, but still didn't break through, and leaned back again.
The result has already come out, how it came out is no longer important. Even if he really went looking for it, the other side would probably have already destroyed the evidence and wiped out the traces.
"It doesn't matter, the important thing is the process of hard work. During this process, you still gain something."
Lao Wan held the teacup and patiently did psychological construction for the students: "We have fought, whether it is successful or not, it is not that important... By the way, why is our group competing in this competition?"
Seven groups of students: "… "
Lao Wan: "?"
No one was too embarrassed to tell Lao Wan the reason for this game. Lao Wan took a few sips of tea in confusion. The boy who was in charge of the guard at the door suddenly came back quickly: "Come on, the teacher is here!"
The entire classroom was concerned about the opponents and the winning rate of the game, and the voice was a little louder, which accidentally attracted the summer camp teacher who was in charge of the patrol.
"Practice speaking."
Lao Wan took the initiative to stand up, quietly closed the door, and gestured towards the room with his hands behind his back: "The children are all learning dumb English, and conversation is too difficult. We need to exercise more to strengthen the context."
The seven groups of students immediately understood, and quickly hid the Rubik's Cube, blocked the computer in twos and threes, and discussed in English how to use the principle of Tian Ji's horse racing to achieve two wins in three rounds.
As a result of the discussion, the first item to be abandoned was the Tetris in Liang Yifan's hand.
"Does the little cube lose? Does the little cube have no dignity?"
The inferior classmate Ma Liang Yifan was very unwilling and protested with his computer: "Maybe his keyboard will suddenly become unusable at that time. If I fight hard, I will win!"
"The highest record is three minutes?"
Xia Junhua probed and looked at it: "Wake up, pour a glass of water on the keyboard and let it jump on its own. It may be longer than you can survive a serious game."
Liang Yifan: "..."
The deeply beaten Liang Yifan hugged the computer, squatted into the corner alone and stubbornly, and continued to fight with the falling cubes on the screen.
After discussing for a while, the problem returned to a point, and invariably raised their heads and looked at the two big men who had high hopes in the last row.
The situation between the two bosses seems to have calmed down temporarily.
Yu Sheng moved at least five centimeters to the side, fiddling with the Rubik's Cube once and for all, not very fast, and he didn't seem to be very skilled.
Jin Linkun leaned on the back of the chair, and didn't seem to be doing the questions, but was just reviewing those Sudoku questions with no meaning at a speed of tens of seconds.
He didn't know what was in his mouth, and his cheeks were bulging, which inexplicably diluted the state of laziness and alienation.
[Sleep late makes me happy: I've been careless and careless, Rubik's cube and Sudoku are both inferior to learning, is it not good at learning gods?]
[Trembling Night Elf: Not necessarily... Don't they all say that these two are powerful weapons for school gods to pretend to be coercive?]
[Aoye rushing: The words are right, but our two bosses obviously don't need to rely on this pretense.]
[Early to bed and early to rise: The main reason is that the opponent specializes in this. Even if Kunshen and the others are at a normal level, they may not be sure to win.]
…
Kong Jiahe was much braver in the group than in real life. He followed the entire chat record from beginning to end, picked up his mobile phone, and typed seriously.
[University N at 4:00 a.m.—Kong Jiahe: External factors are invariable and have no meaning for discussion. According to Tian Ji's extensive theory of horse racing, considering the known condition that "Liang is good at none of these three", we should let Liang be responsible for the one with the least chance of winning, so as to ensure two wins in three rounds. probability.]
[Save me: ... Deputy team leader, I thank you.]
[University N at 4:00 in the morning—Kong Jiahe: No thanks, come on, classmate Liang, you are the best.]
"Blame me."
Seeing that Liang Yifan had already started to hit the wall, the leader of the seventh group blamed himself more and more and put down his mobile phone: "I'm so lucky, I'm hurting everyone."
His tone was too depressed, and the seven groups of students were stunned.
"Team-leader, it has nothing to do with you."
Xia Junhua cleared his throat and raised his hand to pat him on the shoulder: "This thing is a matter of probability. In principle, it will not change with the change of the lottery..."
"That's right." The boy next to him hurriedly helped, "Maybe God wants to take my bathroom, it doesn't matter, we can also open up other battlefields, we don't have to squat in a pit."
"... When you say that, I suddenly don't really want to go to that place."
Cen Rui: "Team leader, if we let them go, forget it."
Everyone, you said what I said, scrambled to share the responsibility, and finally decided to simply go over the wall for self-study next night and go out to eat supper, and get drunk to relieve thousands of worries.
Yu Sheng still had the Rubik's Cube in his hand, and he didn't quite understand why things suddenly went in such a pessimistic direction, so he glanced at Jin Linkun subconsciously.
Jin Linkun leaned back in the chair.
The Sudoku on the desktop has changed from two stacks to one stack, neatly stacked on one, with a pen pressed on it.
He crossed his arms, his eyes fell on the crowd, his expression was very light, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Yu Sheng frowned.
The last minute of the evening self-study was just over, and the bell for the end of get out of class rang crisply.
The excitement of the seven groups of students who had been busy all night had not yet passed, and when they chatted about supper, one or two had an appetite.
The situation does not seem to have a good chance of winning. Everyone invariably put aside the competition for a while, and pulled together the team leader Ding Zhengjiao, who was still blaming himself, and gathered together to choose a few restaurants where they could have supper.
Lao Wan smiled and declined the invitation of the classmates to have a dinner on the ringtone.
A group of people gave in for a while in the corridor without any sense of duty, but still threw Liang Yifan into the classroom, and handed over the heavy responsibility of inviting the two bosses to climb the wall together on his shoulders.
Liang Yifan wanted to cry but had no tears, so he shivered and walked over: "Kun Shen, Sheng, Brother Sheng... Do you want supper?"
The aura of the two bosses in the back row was too strong. He sat in front of the two of them for so many evening self-study sessions, and he never dared to turn around and talk to them.
Dazed and forcibly spent the night with Tetris, Liang Yifan now sees everything and falls down, taking advantage of the fact that he can't see the expressions of the two of them, squinting his eyes and taking the opportunity to strengthen his courage: "I'm busy - I'm busy. It's night, it's all hard work, rest, rest, relax... "
"go."
Yu Sheng succinctly interrupted: "You go first, and the place will be sent to me."
Liang Yifan felt as if he was being granted amnesty, he let go of half of his heart and glanced at Jin Linkun next to him: "Kun God..."
Jin Linkun smiled kindly: "You go, I—"
He suddenly paused, a hand quickly reached into the table, and held Yu Sheng's hand.
Yu Sheng was pressed by the back of his hand, pressed the candy in the table with his palm, and raised his eyebrows to look at him.
"… "
Jin Linkun flexed his knuckles and tapped twice on Yu Sheng's metacarpal bone.
Yu Sheng was unmoved.
Jin Linkun's hand stopped, tentatively covered it, and patted the back of his hand.
The space in the table cavity is not too large, and the range for movement is even smaller, and the two strokes of his shot gave an inexplicable illusion of being extra gentle.
Yu Sheng's arms stretched instinctively, but he still didn't hide, his palms flexed, and he grabbed the candy again.
stalemate.
Liang Yifan stood at the table in a daze, a little hesitant about whether he should do eye exercises, the phone vibrated, and the message group within the seven groups jumped out first.
[Trembling Night Elf: @Save me, promise? What is the boss doing?]
[Save me: … I don’t know, it’s hard to describe in words.]
[Sleep late makes me happy: ? ?]
[Quit coffee and stay up late: wake up Lao Liang, aren't you a liberal arts student? What about the dignity of being a liberal arts student?]
[help me:…]
Liang Yifan raised his hand and rubbed his eyes forcefully.
[Save me: Probably, arm wrestling.]