According to the feedback from the seven groups of students stationed in the bathroom to study, after Kunshen was pulled into the dormitory by the collar, he never came out again all night.
"Maybe it has been stewed. I passed by the door of their dormitory last night and smelled the aroma of the food."
Cen Rui was very worried, and lowered his voice to report the situation to a group of people: "You probably don't believe it, and there is still a smell."
"It's so scary." Xia Junhua shuddered, "The weak eat the strong, is this the world of the strong?"
Liang Yifan was very regretful and patted his head hard: "Blame me, thinking things are too simple, you are right, you should let Kunshen tear the security window by hand..."
"Okay, don't talk nonsense."
The leader of the seventh group was very troubled by this group of people who were getting more and more free, and turned to the news to refute the rumor: "Have you not read the circle of friends? That is porridge. Brother Sheng has a fever, and God Kun is cooking porridge for him."
After the familiarity and transition period of the opening of the camp, the rhythm of the summer camp has also begun to get on the right track. There are a large number of introductions and related lectures about the college's disciplines every day, helping these top students in the province to have a clearer future choice, and attracting students in advance for the upcoming self-enrollment registration.
The lecture started on the first day of today. Both of them were absent all morning. Ding Zhengjiao sent messages one after another all morning before asking about Yu Sheng's fever.
Yu Sheng, who has not posted on Moments for ten thousand years, also made an exception and posted a photo of porridge for unknown reasons.
For some reason, Ding Zhengjiao always felt that the two smiling faces with rolled eyes seemed to hide other deeper meanings.
Cen Rui immediately flipped out his phone, swiped down quickly, and found the circle of friends after a while.
A few people on the side also came over, squeezed on the armrests of the chairs in the auditorium, opened up the photo of the porridge, and together they eagerly searched for new clues for reasoning.
Ding Zhengjiao did not participate in this boring behavior, and continued to bury his head in sending messages to Yu Sheng.
Group Seven No.1: Brother Sheng, are you feeling better now
Group 7 No.1: This lecture seems to be given by the vice-principal in charge of admissions at N University, talking about the summer camp recommendation. It was said that each group would be called by name, and the list would have to be reported later. Can you and Kunshen come here
Seventh Group No.1: If you are uncomfortable, we will help you both sign your name. It shouldn't be a big problem, but the content seems to be very important.
…
The requirements for this lecture are stricter than the previous ones. Not only are the team leaders required to call names, but those who come have to sign in. It is said that they need to check people carefully when they come back.
The seven groups came together, and the rest of the people signed their names, and only the two of them had not arrived.
Ding Zhengjiao had never done something as exciting as signing on behalf of him in school. After entering the summer camp, he was pushed over the wall several times, and his courage was actually inflated a lot. I have to send another message, but Yu Sheng's reply from the other end has come back very succinctly.
Yu Sheng: Alright, let's go.
"Cool and concise."
Cen Rui came over and admired the sharp contrast in the area of the dialog boxes of different colors on the screen. He couldn't help but envy: "When can I be as cool as the boss, and reply to my mother's news with one word?"
Xia Junhua patted his head: "As long as you are ready to be stewed into porridge, you can do this anytime."
Cen Rui: "..."
dormitory.
The concise and cool boss is sitting on the bed, silent to the large rainbow lollipop handed over by his roommate.
According to Jin Linkun, when he went over the wall to buy food and saw this lollipop, he just remembered that his sick roommate might be too bitter to take medicine.
It sounds so good that one cannot bear to refuse.
Yu Sheng rejected the overly exaggerated lollipop without hesitation. He put aside the phone that had just replied to the message from the leader of the seventh group, and got up to pack his things: "You keep it, I don't eat candy."
Jin Linkun turned the lollipop in his hand, sighed regretfully, and found a safe place on the table to put it: "It's pretty."
It's gorgeous.
After eating this, it is estimated that the photos will be spread all over the forum the next day.
Yu Sheng put two charging treasures in his schoolbag. If he wanted to complain, he saved a bunch. He stopped at his mouth, but still didn't say: "Are you going?"
"Huh?" Jin Linkun didn't know what he was thinking, when he asked a question, he suddenly returned to his senses, "Go, isn't it called by name?"
Yu Sheng closed the zipper: "If you don't want to go, don't go, just say you took care of your roommate all night and collapsed on the bed."
It's almost the same.
Last night Yu Sheng burned more than he thought, probably because he had not been sick for the past two years in high school, and once he had a fever, he had to make up for it all. It broke through 39 degrees in the middle of the night, and his body was hot enough to spread eggs.
At that time, Yu Sheng's consciousness was a little fuzzy, and he only remembered that Jin Linkun would change him a freshly twisted towel, help him up and feed him water, and touch his forehead every ten minutes.
This person's ability to take care of people is messed up, and I don't know where he learned it.
In the middle of the night, Yu Sheng's fever subsided and he was a little awake, and found that Jin Linkun was actually taking his pulse very solemnly. He moistened his lips with a cotton swab dipped in water, and put his hand under his nose to carefully test his breathing.
It made Yu Sheng think that he was about to die.
The result is that the cold comes and goes quickly.
Yu Sheng's own health was not bad, and he survived the stormy care of his roommates. He burned for a night, and the temperature dropped early the next morning, and he basically lost his feeling.
He is not interested in walking or giving lectures. He just sees Ding Zhengjiao's circle of friends saying that if he doesn't go, he may deduct some points from the group. After all, he sleeps wherever he goes, and the same goes for dozing off in the auditorium.
Considering that Jin Linkun went out to buy lollipops in the morning, Yu Sheng felt that it was necessary for him to lie down and sleep now.
But Jin Linkun obviously doesn't think so: "Impossible, it's not tiring to take care of roommates."
He really didn't look tired, and even had some extra energy. He also packed up his things and took the schoolbag in Yu Sheng's hand: "Put some clothes on, the air conditioner in the auditorium is cold."
Yu Sheng had never seen anyone who was so active in listening to the lecture. He took the schoolbag without hesitating. After a little hesitation, he went to get a coat: "Are you going to walk?"
"Don't go." Jin Linkun twisted his clothes to check the thickness, and answered very happily, "Walking is too boring, only the college entrance examination can prove my strength."
Yu Sheng: "…"
Jin Linkun checked all the way from the sleeves to the hem of the clothes. He was satisfied with the thickness, and raised his head to meet Yu Sheng's gaze: "What's wrong?"
"fine."
He bent over, the rare height was just right. Yu Sheng patted him on the head: "I'm just counting how much time I have to spend staring at you every day so that you don't throw a sack and throw it from the wall."
The idea of slapping his head just came up, and Yu Sheng raised his hand without thinking.
A little suddenly, the movements of the two people also paused at the same time.
Jin Linkun was still clutching his clothes, his eyes behind the lenses were rare and slightly widened, his long and narrow black eyes were neither lazy nor worthy of beating, only his shadow remained.
The air was suddenly so quiet that it was a little uncomfortable.
After a moment, Yu Sheng reacted first, retracted his hand and pulled the zipper to the end, grabbed his schoolbag and prepared to go out: "Would you like to go?"
"...Let's go." Jin Linkun came back to his senses, copied the competition questions, and hurried to catch up, "I don't think the task is that heavy, and my popularity in the group has been pretty good recently—"
Yu Sheng: "Like last night?"
Jin Linkun: "..."
If I had known earlier, I shouldn't have listened to the corner.
The entire seven groups discussed for so long, but none of the suggestions made by anyone could knock on the door.
Simply betrays trust.
Jin Linkun gave up the struggle about popularity, and the two left the dormitory one after the other.
The dazzling light immediately filled the field of vision.
The weather was fine after the rain, and the sun was pouring down brightly and warmly.
Yu Sheng squinted his eyes when he was shaken, his footsteps stopped, and a small shadow swayed down from the top of his head.
…
Yu Sheng raised his head and looked at Jin Linkun, who was holding the competition question seriously to shield him from the sun. He didn't know if he should cooperate and be moved.
"After thinking about it carefully, I still can't be too confident about personal safety."
Jin Linkun raised his arm, and the competition question in his hand moved precisely with the connection between him and the sun: "You may—"
He cleared his throat inexplicably, his eyes behind the lens rarely fell on Sheng, he raised his hand and rubbed the tip of his nose: "Maybe... take more time."
Yu Sheng didn't expect this person to actually follow the pole, glanced at him, and wanted to say that he would spend 24 hours a day on you and meet his look, but he didn't know why he couldn't say it. .
…
It seems that this is a very important sentence, and it is the same as if it is said to be responsible.
Because of this sentence, the atmosphere of the two people until the auditorium is a bit strange.
This lecture is about the rules of walking and self-recruitment, and most of the people listened very seriously. But there are also academic bullies who have no ambitions in N University from the very beginning, and some recommended students who have already set a way out.
This kind of place is not suitable for quizzing. Yu Sheng brought this political test center, opened it and scanned it, took out the big white rabbit of the power bank data cable thermos cup, and piled it in Jin Linkun's arms.
Jin Linkun: "..."
Jin Linkun coughed lightly, subconsciously took the handful of candy he sprinkled over, and sat up a little: "Friend—"
Yu Sheng didn't lift his head: "You don't have your headphones, you should be more restrained. In case the second Lao Wan is standing on the table, at least one of us must be distracted and listen to a few words."
When he endorsed the book, he was usually not in the mood to pay attention to the things on the side, but Lao Wan was a teacher who liked to interact with students very much.
Several times Yu Sheng had put on headphones while flipping through the book and Jin Linkun had been fooled by the desperate support of Liang Yifan in the front row.
Jin Linkun opened his mouth, laughed softly for a while, and didn't speak again.
The light in the auditorium is a bit dim, which is actually not suitable for reading. When they came in, they chose a location close to the exit, and only faint light fell in through the side door.
Jin Linkun held the phone and pressed it twice, turned his head and looked at his roommate.
Yu Sheng flipped through the book very quickly. Every ten seconds, I scanned a page, and every seven pages, I tore off the sticky notes on it, neatly stacking them in my hands.
It seems that he has a bad temper, but he does everything in a proper manner. Before going out, he has to tidy up the house. If he has a fever, he will be sweating all over his body. He has to go out to listen to a lecture first. A shower.
It made him know for the first time that the maximum temperature of the air conditioner in the bedroom is 30 degrees.
Yu Sheng was very attentive when he was reading, and usually he couldn't find the situation around him. Jin Linkun simply put down the phone and looked sideways seriously.
The boy lowered his head, and his facial features were slightly outlined by light and shadow. The light fell on the slightly raised lashes, casting a faint shadow.
After all, the fever has just subsided, Yu Sheng's lips are still a little pale, and his complexion is not good. The air conditioner in the auditorium was probably turned on too much. Even though he was wearing a jacket, the hand that had just grabbed a handful of candy and stuffed it was still cold.
Jin Linkun looked at Yu Sheng and unconsciously returned to last night.
He had already been burned into a daze, and he had to hold on to it and refused to give in, but he pulled his hand and shook it, rubbed his head, and the whole person suddenly became honest.
He got up halfway to pick up cold water and threw a towel. He felt that the effect of the medicine was really ineffective. He took the medicine box back and turned it over, only to find that the dose of medicine at this age should not be given to children.
He added half a tablet of antipyretic and came back with warm water to help him up, but he couldn't feed him.
It was only later that I figured out that it turned out to be no sugar.
I don't know how I got into the habit. I usually eat candy like I'm going to die. When I burn out, I suddenly die. I have to prove something. I have to give me candy before I can take medicine.
It took a long time to get distracted, the screen of the mobile phone automatically turned off, and the light suddenly dimmed by half.
Jin Linkun retracted his mind, turned on his mobile phone and flipped through it, inexplicably couldn't read it, and opened the competition question again.
After reading half of the book, Yu Sheng raised his head in applause and glanced to the side subconsciously.
Jin Linkun was clutching the competition questions, but he didn't turn the pages at the usual frequency. He had already swept half of the political test center, only to find that the opponent's progress was still stuck on the page they came in.
On the stage, he was talking about the precautions for participating in the competition. Yu Sheng didn't find anything worth listening to. He raised his hand and shook it in front of him: "What are you thinking?"
Jin Linkun shook his head and turned to look at him.
Yu Sheng frowned, feeling a little uncomfortable when he saw it: "Is there something on my face?"
"No."
Jin Linkun smiled and shook his head: "I'm counting how many hours you can stare at me every day."
"..." Why does this person still stop here.
Yu Sheng pressed his forehead and gave him the answer mercilessly: "Don't think about it, at most three hours, I still have to study, you can exercise more yourself."
The people around him were silent for a while, and Yu Sheng couldn't help but look over, and his hand on the armrest was suddenly wrapped in warmth.
This environment is not suitable for frying, Yu Sheng took a breath, glared at him, and pulled his hand back: "Why?"
"Cool, you just finished having a fever."
Jin Linkun explained the motive succinctly, took his hand and turned it over, and put his fingers into his palm: "Friend, discuss something."
Yu Sheng is not used to such actions, but the seats are all next to each other, and it is easy to attract attention when there is a lot of movement. After earning a little bit, he had to stop his temper: "What to discuss?"
"I'll study with you."
Jin Linkun held his hand, leaned over his shoulders, and lowered his head slightly: "split me for a few more hours, okay?"