During the second half of the lecture, Yu Sheng didn't listen to what was being said on stage.
Because this person actually did what he said, he started to learn with him.
They sat in the corner, far from the front of the stage. Jin Linkun closed the competition question on his lap, the screen of his mobile phone was lit, and leaned over to look at the political focus with him.
Neither nonsense nor complaining, seriously, followed him page by page.
…
I don't know if it was because the air conditioner in the auditorium was really too cold. Yu Sheng stretched his arms that he was going to push people away, but he never added the last bit of strength.
Until the end of the lecture, Yu Sheng's impression of the content of the dozen or so pages contained an additional question about why this person was so hot.
"This is the end of today's lecture, and the students have worked hard."
The vice-principal in charge of admissions on the stage signaled the end of the lecture: "Here is our self-admission brochure and introduction, everyone can take it back and have a look, and learn more about the required conditions and procedures..."
Some students went to get them one after another, and some even brought their notebooks to consult more detailed regulations and the materials needed for registration.
It is about to enter the third year of high school, and many people have vaguely felt the pressure of the college entrance examination, and began to prepare in all directions in advance.
Ding Zhengjiao went directly to take a stack according to the number of people in the group, and found people to send them one by one.
The seven groups all sat forward and walked to the side door, only the last two books were left.
"Brother Sheng, do you want it?"
Ding Zhengjiao found where the two of them were sitting, and shook the brochure in his hand from a distance: "I feel that the conditions are quite good. The variables of the college entrance examination are also big, and it is good to keep a good record..."
"Need not."
Jin Linkun packed his things and raised his head politely: "Thank you, I—"
Yu Sheng raised his leg and kicked him.
"..." Jin Linkun succinctly said, "We don't have to."
"Is it a dream?"
Xia Junhua couldn't believe it: "I'm all ready to accept Kunshen's 'advising self-recruitment is too boring, why the only solution is the college entrance examination' crit."
"Then you should thank Brother Sheng."
Cen Rui was a row closer than him, and witnessed the whole process with his own eyes: "Brother Sheng used his power to seal Kunshen, preventing this sentence from appearing in time, and protecting the weak, pitiful and helpless us."
Liang Yifan snapped his hands together, and was about to shed tears of gratitude when he was suddenly pulled by Cen Rui, who happened to pass by a figure.
A little familiar, so scared that he immediately shut his mouth tightly, and quickly sat back in his seat.
The vice-principal of N University was still on the stage just now, and he didn't know when he came over.
"Jin Linkun?"
The vice-principal stood by the door, looked at him carefully, and looked very kind: "It's really you, you've changed a bit from before, I'm still a little unsure."
Yu Sheng frowned and took a half step back.
Jin Linkun stopped packing his things, raised his head, and smiled politely at him: "Principal Ma."
He was holding the competition book in his hand, and was about to put it in Yu Sheng's schoolbag together. The vice-principal glanced at the cover, and his eyes lit up: "Are you still learning competitions? It doesn't matter, you can win a few more awards this year, and stop for a year without delay—"
"Principal Ma."
Jin Linkun cut off his words in harmony, and stuffed the book into his schoolbag: "Look at the game, I'm no match for the competition."
The vice-principal was stunned.
He didn't get angry because he was interrupted by Jin Linkun, but his expression showed some regret: "Your talent is the best among these students I've ever seen. Whether you choose N University or not, we don't want to see you continue to give up like this. down..."
Jin Linkun lowered his eyes and groaned slightly, just as he was about to pick up his schoolbag, he was suddenly held down by another hand.
He was startled, and subconsciously raised his head.
Yu Sheng pressed him, and because of the two people's positions, the arm almost seemed to be protecting him.
"He didn't give up on himself."
Yu Sheng pressed his arm, cherishing his words like gold: "It's too boring to recommend self-recruitment, he wants to take the college entrance examination."
Xia Junhua: "..."
Cen Rui: "..."
Liang Yifan: "..."
The vice-principal opened his mouth and laughed, "Yes... I forgot."
This kind of summer camp in colleges and universities was originally intended to serve several other paths. The vice-principal almost forgot the most normal way to enter a higher school.
Jin Linkun raised his head and looked at Yu Sheng beside him.
Just now he was in control of the person he was not allowed to talk about, but now he has no intention of interfering at all. He leaned back with his arms in his arms, his expression was flat, and he couldn't see the slightest difference.
Jin Linkun couldn't help pulling the corner of his lower lip, gently touched Yu Sheng with his elbow, and asked for permission solemnly: "Can you say this?"
Yu Sheng: "…"
There's no time when this guy doesn't deserve a beating.
All the thoughts that were born with great difficulty were all dissipated, Yu Sheng glanced at him, the corners of his lips pursed, and the black and white eye knife raised silently.
Jin Linkun's eyes behind the lenses slightly bent down, he took all the bills, and his right hand passed through the cover of his schoolbag, and he took a candy from his roommate's pocket openly.
"… right."
He squeezed open the wrapping paper, put the sugar in his mouth, and raised his eyes casually: "I want to get one."
…
"It's careless."
In the study room, Xia Junhua was dying: "I thought Brother Sheng was helping us seal Kunshen, but it turned out to be helping Kunshen save big moves."
Cen Rui moved back to his seat step by step, envious with tears in his eyes: "It's so cool, when can I act like a boss..."
The team leader of the seventh group rarely corrected the mentality of the team members, sitting in the seat, his eyes were blank and he was thinking.
Liang Yifan, a liberal arts student, looked around and couldn't help but feel complacent: "I seem to be able to feel your despair..."
Most of the seven groups of science students are still in the shocking aftermath of Jin Linkun's words. Only the deputy group leader Kong Jiahe seems to be completely unaffected and is still working diligently.
Liang Yifan was very annoying and couldn't help but lean over: "Deputy team leader, didn't you hear what Kunshen said? When I was in the auditorium just now—"
"I heard, classmate Liang."
Kong Jiahe pushed his glasses and looked up from the book: "To be successful in the college entrance examination, strength, luck, and mentality are indispensable."
After the training in the last competition, his expression ability has improved a lot than before, seriously facing Liang Yifan's stupefied stare: "Jin's self-confidence is also a very important one. I want to learn from him and maintain a good self. I feel that I can show my true strength in the examination room.”
Liang Yifan: "..."
After the lecture, the enthusiasm of the seven groups of students for learning suddenly doubled under the stimulation.
Before the evening self-study began, the rustling sound of the pen tip falling on the paper was already resounding in the classroom.
When Jin Linkun entered the door, he was so shocked by the extraordinarily mighty learning atmosphere in the whole classroom that he didn't move immediately.
Yu Sheng was blocked by him outside the door, he pushed a hand, and raised his hand to get his schoolbag: "Forgot to bring something?"
"...No, it's impossible to forget this weight again."
Jin Linkun took a step back and chatted with Yu Sheng, "Friend, do you think today's atmosphere is not right?"
He turned his wrist and still held the heavy schoolbag firmly in his hand.
Yu Sheng's perception of the enthusiasm of this group of academic bullies reached the top on the first day he came in. He glanced up and saw nothing wrong, so he bypassed him and entered the door: "I see, someone may throw a cup for a while. , drag you to the porch and start the knife."
Jin Linkun couldn't help but smile, handed him the schoolbag, and sat down with him.
He was a little unaccustomed to being quiet today, Yu Sheng glanced at him, didn't say anything, took it over and opened the zipper.
Returning from the auditorium, Yu Sheng actually wanted to ask him what happened in the first place.
But Jin Linkun doesn't seem to want to say anything.
Everyone has things they don't want to be known about, and they don't want to be told about. Yu Sheng didn't intend to get to the bottom of it, he took out his set of guys and stuffed it, spread out the exercise book, and prepared to continue to brush the questions.
Jin Linkun didn't take the competition question again today, and he didn't take the "Contract Theory". In front of him, there was a thick stack of scratch paper that Yu Sheng had marked him with the detailed process score points, and he turned it page by page.
He didn't read quickly, turned a few pages, and sometimes went back and checked carefully.
Yu Sheng glanced sideways, looked away, and the tip of the pen continued to fall on the paper.
After the lecture, Lao Wan probably heard that Jin Linkun was interested in the college entrance examination, and called him over to talk.
"Our school has also analyzed your paper. There is no problem with your knowledge reserve and problem-solving ideas. If you want to get a stable score in the college entrance examination, you should pay more attention to the details."
Lao Wan didn't care because he had any concerns in his opponent's school, and patiently reminded him: "The steps to answer the question should be standardized, don't skip steps, and the proof should be written in full, otherwise it will be too disadvantageous."
Yu Sheng was also pulled over to listen to it at the time, and wanted to give Lao Wan a round of applause.
He has been watching Jin Linkun's questions a lot these days. This man can't wait to answer the questions with his eyes. He can figure out the answer at a glance. After answering a math paper, it is almost no different from the paper that Duan Lei madly copied and handed in before school started. .
Yu Sheng lowered his head and glanced at the question he was doing, and also marked a few more points (1 point) on the score points that were not counted for a few hours.
Jin Linkun's mind turned fast, but his concentration was average. After only an hour, he lightly bumped him with his arm again.
Yu Sheng paused with the tip of his pen and clicked on the paper: "Why?"
Jin Linkun took out the thermos cup: "Drink more hot water."
Yu Sheng: "…"
He is not interested in things like falling in love, but under the constant influence of Duan Lei, he also knows more or less that this is a straight man's golden sentence in a love story, and most of it is the kind that something will happen.
But this man not only said that, he even brought a very large thermos cup, and was unscrewing the lid to pour water for him.
Jin Linkun's survival skills are simply outrageous, and he doesn't even know how to add a tea strainer to brewing red dates and wolfberry tea. The crooked red dates and wolfberry that had been dug out of their cores were mixed together, and they jumped from a high platform with a thud, smashing the water on the table.
Yu Sheng looked at the red jujube wreckage that popped out from the edge of the cup lid, and finally figured out what this person was doing in front of the desk before the evening self-study.
Yu Sheng was not thirsty, looked at the glass of water for a while, but still did not refuse.
The air conditioner is also turned on in the classroom, and the thermos cup is not so effective, and the water poured out is already a little warm.
Jin Linkun touched the wall of the cup and frowned: "It's a little cold, I should have given you a drink earlier."
"It's not cold."
Yu Sheng took it and took a few sips: "I don't like to drink hot."
Jin Linkun was stunned, the corners of his lips couldn't help but lift, Hu Luliang put his back: "You don't even need to eat jujube, after soaking this, it will have no nutrients..."
The rest of the words were smoothly silenced in an eye knife.
Yu Sheng turned back and continued to write the questions, but Jin Linkun didn't bother him any more, he refilled him a glass of water every once in a while, and continued to turn over the stack of straw papers again.
…
Coming out of the bathroom for the third time, Yu Sheng felt that he couldn't be so soft-hearted anymore.
Jin Linkun's thermos cup can hold a liter of water at least, so if you drink it like this, I'm afraid you will lose your head.
Yu Sheng sat back in his seat and stared at the tablemate beside him distractedly. When Jin Linkun was about to get the thermos cup again, he raised his hand to stop him.
"Aren't you going to drink?"
Jin Linkun couldn't move his arm and felt a little regretful: "I checked, drinking more water is good for the body..."
The boy's shoulders and arms were stretched, and he was gripping his wrist very hard, obviously very determined.
After a stalemate for a while, Jin Linkun finally ended his talent show with regret, wiped the lid of the cup and put it back, and put the thermos cup beside him: "Friend—"
Yu Sheng frowned: "What's the matter?"
This person is so abnormal tonight, regardless of the fact that he did have a fever, Yu Sheng, who was full of water, still felt that he seemed to be going to say something rude to himself.
That's why I used this pot of tea as a bribe in advance.
Jin Linkun's expression was not as relaxed as usual. The pen at his fingertip turned in a circle and fell down erratically.
When it fell halfway, it was caught firmly in time by the hand that came over.
"I told you, at this level, don't change your pen during self-study at night."
Yu Sheng caught his pen, put it on the side of the table, and turned sideways: "Tell me, what's the matter?"
Jin Linkun opened his mouth and raised his head to meet Yu Sheng's gaze.
Those eyes were still quite familiar with impatience, and the eyebrows were frowning, but there was a little worry that was not easily discernible below, and the clean eyes fell on him rightly.
…
It seems that as long as he says now that he doesn't want to go to self-study this evening, the other party can put down the half-written workbook in his hand, pack his schoolbag and accompany him to go out over the wall, find an Internet cafe and play games for the night.
Vaguely aware that he was actually comparing himself with the exercise book in his hand, Jin Linkun felt inexplicably that he seemed to be getting more and more wrong.
In fact, he didn't know what he wanted to say to Yu Sheng, or maybe he just wanted to call him. He looked at the young man beside him, put down his pen impatiently and turned back to look at him.
Jin Linkun touched the place where Yu Sheng was holding his wrist.
It is said that red dates nourish qi and blood, how can I drink red dates tea all night and my hands are still so cold.
The thoughts in his mind were a bit messy, and he asked a question: "You said - can I take the first place in the province?"
"..." Yu Sheng: "Huh?"
Jin Linkun felt that his question was a little crazy, he touched his nose: "Well, first..."
"Kun God, I have to interrupt you."
Liang Yifan listened to the two bosses in the back seat chatting for half a class, and finally couldn't bear it any longer. He turned around and said, "Look at this classroom."
Jin Linkun retracted his arm and raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Have you seen it? Do you feel this majestic enthusiasm for learning?"
Liang Yifan felt that he was very heroic now, and opened his arms heroically: "Because the people in this classroom are convinced that you can take the first place, and they don't want to be reminded to be the second in such a short period of time. time."
The leader of the seventh group sat close to them, with tears in his eyes, he put down his pen and turned his head: "Well said, Liang Yifan, the entire seventh group applauds you in your mind."
Jin Linkun: "..."
Seeing that the two of them turned back to bury their heads in the book, Jin Linkun coughed softly and tried to pull back the tablemate who bowed his head again: "Friend..."
"Aren't they all finished?"
Yu Sheng didn't lift his head: "I don't need to say more."
Jin Linkun opened his mouth and smiled: "I still want to hear from you once."
The pen in Yu Sheng's hand paused.
Jin Linkun said this in a very calm tone, so calm that he even had some inexplicable mild expectations.
Yu Sheng knew what he wanted to hear, and clenched the pen in his hand, but for the first time, his throat tightened.
He can't say.
Good is not good, bad is good.
What he said may not be accurate every time, but for such a big thing, he couldn't come up with his mouth before thinking of a suitable expression.
After all, it is the college entrance examination, and no one can be sure of everything. It's not that the brain will be able to secure the top spot, unless this year's paper is just too difficult, and the difference between the first few places is obviously widened, otherwise the victory or defeat is likely to be in the details of the ten points.
Jin Linkun waited for a while but couldn't wait, smiled and sat back again.
The pen in Yu Sheng's hand spun very quickly, flipping through a few pages of questions, but without reading a single page, he took a deep breath and put down the pen, and put his hand under the table.
Jin Linkun's hand rested on his lap, and just as he was about to lift it to turn the page, he suddenly bumped into another palm that was a little cold.
Before he could react, Wei Liang's slender fingers had already bent down, and with a bit of strength that looked like death, he firmly grasped his hand.