In the biggest rainstorm since the summer camp opened, the two lords who had just been conferred gods in the first battle chased each other's footsteps, and each circled a completely overlapping equilateral triangle.
The entire seven groups have given twelve points of attention to this matter.
"It's so real, there's no such thing as a heartfelt meeting in the rain, and the two big bosses embracing touchingly."
Liang Yifan was very sorry, he squatted next to the leader of the seventh group and muttered: "I don't know why, but I still really want to see Kunshen and Brother Sheng go back with an umbrella..."
Cen Rui persuaded a new group of girls after one night of self-study. He had more or less figured out the essence, and agreed: "If you don't say anything else, if you don't look at the turbulent undercurrent under the umbrella, the picture must be very eye-catching."
"What undercurrent?"
Xia Junhua couldn't understand the romantic element in it, and tried hard to think about the scene: "The force of the two bosses collided?"
Cen Rui waved his hand: "You don't understand this..."
"Okay, are you finished yet?"
The team leader Ding Zhengjiao was busy sending a message to Yu Sheng to explain, and he was so troubled by the quarrel in the circle that he couldn't help interrupting: "The nature of this matter is very serious, Kunshen can't go back to the dormitory now, all of you Aren't you in a hurry?"
…
He shook his head dazedly.
"I don't know why." Cen Rui kindly added, "Not only am I not in a hurry, I even want to know the follow-up."
"Team leader, team leader, calm down."
Liang Yifan's eyes were quick and he hugged Ding Zhengjiao: "I don't think it's that serious. After all, it's Brother Sheng who is angry..."
He has been sitting in front of the two bosses for a long time, and he has competed in the game together, and he has inexplicably developed some instinctive intuitions.
Kunshen was still in the classroom, Liang Yifan sat up, glanced at Jin Linkun, who was leaning on the seat with a power bank plugged in and pressing his phone, and lowered his voice: "To tell you the truth, if Kunshen was angry, I might choose to run for my life, but if Brother Sheng is angry, I will probably kneel down for him on the spot."
"… Is there a difference between the two?"
Xia Junhua couldn't bear to look at him: "You are also in the top ten of your school's liberal arts. Has a competition tortured you like this?"
"Of course there are differences."
Liang Yifan was very confident: "The price of escaping is desperate, but if I knelt down for Brother Sheng, I would have scared him to forgive me immediately."
"… "
Anyway, the rain was too heavy to go back. The seven groups of students were trapped in the study room, brainstorming ideas, and put forward a lot of enthusiastic and useless suggestions for the reconciliation of the two bosses.
"Brother Sheng didn't reply, maybe he's already asleep."
Ding Zhengjiao sent a few messages and didn't see Yu Sheng's reply, so he put down his phone in worry: "The door is locked, what can I do? Are there any of us who can unlock it?"
The team leader was probably crazy. Several boys looked at each other, and Cen Rui took the initiative to raise his hand and stand up: "Team leader, let me interview you... Are you so interested in this matter because of love and peace?"
"The love and peace of the fart." Ding Zhengjiao has been worried about the swear words: "Don't let the god Kun go back, when the rain is small, and go back to the dormitory, which of your dormitories will take in the god Kun tonight?"
Liang Yifan: "..."
Xia Junhua: "..."
"Wait." Cen Rui took out his phone, "I remember that I have an unlocked phone."
The boys who were scrambling to find the unlocked phone were stopped by the group leader who had regained his senses.
"What can I do? Brother Sheng doesn't read WeChat."
Liang Yifan has already experienced that the boss is behind me, and the boss leads me to win. I would rather die than experience the boss sleeping in my bed. I am very worried: "Let Kunshen put a small note through the door? , to see if I can get Brother Sheng's forgiveness..."
"I think too much, the boss can't be so naive."
Xia Junhua interrupted ruthlessly: "It's more likely that you might as well turn in from the next window."
Cen Rui kindly reminded: "We have security windows in our bedroom."
Xia Junhua re-corrected his answer: "Kunshen tore out the security window by hand from the next window, and then tore the security window and turned it in."
The discussion has once again entered an inexorable dead end.
Time passed by minute by minute. Seeing that it was almost midnight, the rain still showed no tendency to decrease, and there was no progress in the discussion.
Jin Linkun touched his arms, and thanked the seven groups of people who helped with their ideas very kindly. He also left the raincoat that was more useful in this extreme weather, changed back to Yu Sheng's umbrella, and went back to the dormitory first.
"Kun God is Kun God, so calm, he must have figured out a way."
Cen Rui admired the two bosses very much, and watched the figure disappear into the rain curtain: "When we go back, Kunshen may have been warm and sitting in the dormitory drinking ginger soup."
"Definitely." Xia Junhua agreed, "Ginger soup also contains brown sugar."
"Anyway, Kunshen has a way."
The leader of the seventh group took a deep breath and finally felt relieved: "Let's also think of a way, if we have a raincoat, we can do it. Send the girl back first... Lao Liang, come and help, what are you thinking?"
"what?"
Liang Yifan shook his head and ran over quickly to help unfold the raincoat.
The raincoat is big enough for two people to wear one. Go back and forth a few times, and you can always make do with it.
A few people in the group brought umbrellas, and a few boys helped to send them off, held up the shaky umbrellas, and rushed into the rain.
Liang Yifan closed the door, and shivered from the cold wind wrapped in moisture at the door. Looking at the rain outside the door, it was basically useless to hold an umbrella. For some reason, he remembered Yu Sheng's pause at that time.
"I was thinking, actually—"
He touched his head: "Kunshen and Brother Sheng, both are fine..."
God's mind also has a time to fall.
After the seven groups of students went back to the dormitory after a hard relay, the students who lived on the fourth floor saw with their own eyes Kunshen was carrying the small benches he didn’t know where he got it, sitting at the door of the dormitory, and stuffing small benches one by one from the crack of the door. note.
Don't be in a hurry, just put a stack of sticky notes on your lap, and each one is very sincere.
…
Liang Yifan dragged Ding Zhengjiao to the stairs, lowered his voice and came up with an idea.
Under the scorching eyes of a group of boys, the leader of the seventh group went to Jin Linkun at the door to speak.
A few minutes later, under the shocked gazes of the next students who went back to bed one after another, seven groups of students lined up, very bravely and in a eloquent manner, and asked Kun in a volume that could definitely be heard in the door. Why didn't God enter the dorm.
Kunshen actually took the trouble to answer clearly one by one, saying that he forgot his key and was still waiting for his brave, kind and amiable roommate to rescue him.
What was even more shocking was that this question and answer had only been accumulated for the seventh time, when the door behind Kunshen was suddenly pulled open, a hand came out, and he pulled him into the bedroom.
Seven groups successfully retired.
"What are you doing..."
Yu Sheng was so annoyed and had a headache, he carried the person in and threw it to the table, raised his hand to turn on the light, only to see the sticky note stuck on the floor at the door: "What is it, Fu?"
He originally wanted to let go of the rough experience he had experienced a few hours ago and settle down again to write a set of questions. I felt a little sleepy halfway through the brush, so I lay down and took a nap, not paying attention to what small note was stuffed in the crack of the door.
In a daze, I don't know how long I slept, and I was disturbed by the angry greeting at the door.
Forget about Che Kulu's words, Liang Yifan actually asked again with a shrill voice and a second time.
"Yes—some of their attempts to help me get in the door."
Jin Linkun touched the tip of his nose and coughed lightly: "I tried card unlocking, stuck a note, and jumping out of the window seemed to be difficult..."
Yu Sheng: "Have you tried knocking on the door?"
Jin Linkun: "..."
The warm air in the dormitory made people feel dizzy. Yu Sheng still felt sleepy, so he didn't care if he put people in, and closed the exercise book, ready to go to bed and lie down for a while.
Passing by Jin Linkun's side, he was grabbed by one hand: "Friend..."
Yu Sheng was inexplicably not in the mood to compete with him, so he stopped and pursed his lips and raised his head.
Jin Linkun frowned.
He took a step forward, and his originally sloppy expression faded. He raised his hand and touched Yu Sheng's forehead: "Do you have a fever?"
A hand was suddenly placed on his forehead, and inexplicably a cool breeze blew away the chaos in his mind.
Yu Sheng really felt that his mind turned slower than usual when he was writing questions. He didn't care much at the time. When he asked him, he also stood still and thought about it carefully: "No."
"… "
Jin Linkun said in her heart that you were almost cooked. Looking at his pale lips, he still did not speak, and withdrew his hand: "Don't sleep first, eat something to cushion your stomach, take a pill and then lie down."
"Need not."
Yu Sheng turned around and walked to the bed: "Just take a nap."
I didn't realize it before, but when he asked about it, Yu Sheng realized that he seemed to be dizzy and dizzy, and his body was inexplicably weak.
There seemed to be a fire going up in his throat, but he didn't feel cold. It should be because the air conditioner was running enough, but it was a little hot.
This feeling is not unfamiliar to Sheng.
When he was in junior high school, he often had a fever, but he never took it seriously, and he never took any medicine on purpose.
Boys in their teens are very resilient. As long as they sleep with their heads covered and drink more water the next day, they can do whatever they want.
Yu Sheng touched his forehead that couldn't test the temperature, lifted the quilt, and wanted to lie down.
He was only halfway down when an arm reached over his back, and he was stably picked up again.
This position was inexplicably awkward, Yu Sheng sat firmly against the wall, endured a while of dizziness, and separated him: "Why?"
"Friend, trust me."
Jin Linkun patted his arm, confident: "I'm very good at taking care of people, give me a chance."
"..." Yu Sheng remembered his ability to buy supper, and instinctively didn't want to give him a chance: "No, it's not a big deal."
In an Oolong accident, Yu Sheng was walked around in a big triangle. It was really a bit frustrating at the time. Thinking that Jin Linkun had to go around more than him, it was a lot of balance.
The rain was so heavy that a group of weak and helpless academics were trapped in the teaching building, and he might have to go over to help pick up people. Yu Sheng originally wanted to wait while doing the questions, but accidentally fell asleep while waiting.
"I didn't ask myself clearly, it has nothing to do with you." Yu Sheng made a clear distinction, "No need to apologize—"
"No apology."
Jin Linkun smiled good-naturedly, took over the conversation cooperatively, rubbed his head, and said in an unexpectedly gentle and serious tone, "I just want to take care of you."
…
Five minutes later, Yu Sheng handed over the 38°7 thermometer, sat on the bed with one side of his forehead against the cool wall, and looked at Jin Linkun, whose figure was wrapped in a warm yellow halo.
The headlights flickered, causing Yu Sheng to feel dizzy, so Jin Linkun turned it off, leaving only the table lamp on this side.
There was a small electric pot in front of him, and he poured the porridge that he didn't know where it came from, and bent over to stir slowly.
The stance looks a bit bluffing and skilled.
Yu Sheng vaguely remembered that there was indeed a casserole porridge on the far side of the street that went over the wall.
I was so dizzy that I didn't even feel the pain in my stomach. I just knew that I really didn't have any appetite.
Yu Sheng turned around, pressed his forehead against the wall, and closed his eyes again.
Walking over from behind, Jin Linkun held a lunch box of freshly warmed porridge and put one hand on his shoulder.
Yu Sheng didn't look up, and Jin Linkun was not in a hurry. He leaned on his shoulder and waited patiently for him.
…
"Just get a fever."
The boy's voice sounded a little duller than usual: "It's a big deal."
Jin Linkun smiled, put the porridge beside the bed, and slid down one hand, separating his forehead from the cold wall.
The part of the palm was cold at first, but soon there was a distinct warmth coming through.
He didn't speak, but Yu Sheng was a little uncomfortable. He moved his palms and raised his arms: "What are you laughing at?"
Jin Linkun retracted his hand and clenched his palm lightly, his expression still serious: "Why didn't I remember such a sentence when I was carried to the hospital by you."
Yu Sheng: "…"
"Try it." Jin Linkun saw that there was a needle in the seam and handed the porridge over, "Just give me a chance to show off my talents."
Yu Sheng was so annoyed by him that he took two sips.
Buy the porridge from the porridge shop, plug in the pot, pour it in, and heat it up.
This person is actually too embarrassed to call this a talent show.
It was still hot.
Yu Sheng was embarrassed to dissuade him, so he barely finished a lunch box of barbecue-flavored preserved egg and lean meat porridge, rinsed his mouth, took warm water and antipyretics, and swallowed them together.
Jin Linkun's talent show was very long. He tucked him back into the quilt, tucked the quilt for him, moved a chair and sat beside the bed, and opened the book.
Yu Sheng opened his eyes abruptly: "No need to read."
Jin Linkun: "..."
He looked regretful, and looked down at the book he had chosen: "The Social Contract Theory, I tried it, it's quite hypnotic..."
Yu Sheng stretched out his arm, closed the book with a snap, turned around while wrapped in the quilt, and closed his eyes towards the wall.
There were no more voices coming from behind.
After a while, a hand came over quietly, gently tucked the edge of the quilt for him, and touched his forehead again.
It's annoyingly gentle.
Yu Sheng was not used to this kind of touch, so he frowned and opened his hand: "It's getting late, I'll sleep with you."
"Not in a hurry."
Jin Linkun responded unhurriedly, reopened the book in his hand, and turned a page with a light sound: "I have to observe it to see if the medicine has any effect."
Yu Sheng didn't take it seriously: "It's all medicine, what's ineffective?"
Jin Linkun answered very seriously: "It expired yesterday, I have to look again-"
Yu Sheng stretched his arms and sat up.
"To tease you, to tease you."
Jin Linkun stopped talking and stopped him with a smile: "There's still one year left. I bought a new one before I came here. If you don't believe me, I'll show you the box..."
He is tall and has long arms, and he easily holds the human half in his arms. Just as he was about to put him back on the bed, he noticed that the strength between his arms sank slightly, and the warmth slightly higher than his body temperature suddenly touched his shoulders.
Jin Linkun's heart skipped a beat.
It seemed that there was a sudden silence around him, and the young man's hot and tough body was wrapped in his arms. Across the two thin layers of clothing, the warmth and the slightly hot breath fell on his shoulders and neck together.
His heartbeat was inexplicably fast, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and he touched his arm: "Yu Sheng?"
The man on the shoulder was silent.
Jin Linkun was a little worried and held him up: "Dizzy? Do you need to go to the hospital—"
Yu Sheng raised his hand and sealed his mouth.
Jin Linkun stopped talking.
He was silent for a moment, looked down at the motionless man leaning on his shoulder, the light in the bottom of his eyes softened a little, and raised his hand to rub the back of his neck
"It's alright, ah."
Jin Linkun's voice softened, and he slowly rubbed the boy's neck.
He patted his hand lightly and fell on Yu Sheng's back: "I've already taken the medicine, and it won't be uncomfortable after I wake up."
Yu Sheng was a little stunned by the lack of comforting words: "... I said it myself."
"Okay, then say something you didn't say."
Jin Linkun chuckled lightly and helped Yu Sheng to lie back.
"sleep."
He didn't move any more, just sat on the edge of the bed like this, reaching for the book with his arms: "I'm not leaving."