The hands that I held were clearly cold, but the overlapping parts were somehow warm.
Jin Linkun's throat rolled.
People who usually find a reason to grab the other's hand and hold it for a while, suddenly don't know what to do at this time.
The palms were folded on the backs of the hands, and the air was thick and still.
…
Jin Linkun's arms were too tight to hold, and he shook slightly.
The college entrance examination is not a trivial matter, Yu Sheng really can't speak so rashly, raised his hand, and wanted to pat the other's hand first: "You—"
Just as he spoke, the hand that Jin Linkun had just shaken had suddenly turned over.
With no time to cover his ears, he quickly and firmly grabbed Yu Sheng's hand.
Yu Sheng: "…"
Jin Linkun: "..."
Jin Linkun coughed lightly, trying to explain the sudden change from normal comfort to a state of interlocking fingers: "Friend, I thought you were going to take your hand away—"
Yu Sheng was expressionless: "I want to take my hand away."
"… "
Jin Linkun broke the jar and threw it, holding his hand tightly again.
Yu Sheng doesn't often comfort people, and he has never been comforted. I don't know if this is a newly evolved means of communication, but he still feels inexplicably awkward, so he moved his right hand and tried to pull it out.
Jin Linkun held him with his left hand, slid his right hand over a piece of paper, picked up a pen and wrote stroke by stroke on it: Hold it for a while.
Yu Sheng reluctantly grabbed a pen with his left hand, and pulled the piece of paper back to him: No, get out.
He is not good at writing left-handed characters, and his pen strokes are also very inaccurate.
Jin Linkun didn't move, and he didn't know whether he didn't understand it or committed a crime knowingly. He continued to write down seriously: My friend, hold on for another minute, and I'll give you the first test.
…
The whole sentence is messy, and there is no logic at all.
Yu Sheng said in his heart that it had nothing to do with me if you didn't take the first place in the exam, and he had to stop when he said that, and couldn't help but glance up at him.
Jin Linkun lowered his eyelashes, not knowing what he was thinking, he never lifted the pen in his hand.
The last stroke of the word "lai" stopped in the middle of writing, and the tip of the pen stopped on the paper, gradually blurring out a bunch of conspicuous ink dots.
I don't know if it was because of some unusual aura on him that was too obvious, Yu Sheng paused for a moment when he was about to kick the table back, but he was firmly clenched as if he was trying to prove something, and he didn't break free again.
The body temperature gradually divides into two people at the place where the hands are held.
Jin Linkun held the pen, paused, extended down along the ink dot, drew a flower pole, and added two leaves.
The nib of the pen pondered for a while, turning round and round, filling the outside with petals of different sizes.
The year actually went by faster than expected.
When he saw the vice-principal of N University, he suddenly remembered that it had been almost a year since some things had passed, and he could almost completely turn the page.
In fact, the school has called him more than once this year, and more than one teacher has tried to persuade him, even if he can't take the college entrance examination that year, at least he must come back to class, and don't lose his foundation.
The school took the trouble to ensure that if he really minds, it can help him apply for a class change, and it can assign a special teacher to teach him, and he will not let him encounter the things he used to do.
One after another came to persuade him not to be influenced, not to be self-willed, and not to be angry.
Don't give up on yourself, don't delay your future because of a little thing.
…
Little things.
The pen in Jin Linkun's hand was crooked, and the last petal could not be drawn properly.
Just as he was about to add a second layer of small petals, Yu Sheng suddenly stood up.
Before he could react, Yu Sheng had already pulled him up from his seat and dragged him out of the study room in a few steps.
The study room was silent.
Even the sound of writing stopped, and the seven groups of students raised their heads in unison, exchanging confused and helpless glances in the air.
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Jin Linkun was dragged all the way into the bathroom.
He leaned down against the wall and stood firm, his black eyes behind the lens bent a little confusedly: "Friend—"
"Wash your face."
Yu Sheng frowned, let go of his hand and took a step back: "Come over the wall in a while, I'll accompany you out to play games."
Jin Linkun was slightly surprised, and almost thought that he accidentally leaked something when comparing with the exercise book: "Did I accidentally say something just now?"
Yu Sheng was so annoyed by his state just now that he didn't understand what he was asking, and didn't bother to ask, so he flipped through the WeChat account left by the owner of the Internet cafe last time on his mobile phone: "Morning Star Internet Cafe, private room on the second floor, what to drink? "
Before he could react too quickly to the other party's decision, Jin Linkun opened his mouth and said, "Wangzai milk—"
After saying this, he took a half step back, avoiding the murderous aura of his roommate in time.
Yu Sheng held the phone, raised his head expressionlessly and waited for him to change his tune.
Jin Linkun coughed lightly and smiled: "...Coke, I want ice."
Yu Sheng lowered his head and quickly tapped the order for a private room on the screen.
The bathroom was quiet again.
Jin Linkun pressed the faucet with one hand, and his eyes fell on the boy who lowered his head and focused on tapping on the screen. After a while, he was awakened by the sound of running water.
He took off his glasses and prepared to put them by the sink to wash his face first.
I put down my glasses, but what I came across was not a cold tile.
The hand that had just been clenched warmly stopped him and snatched his glasses.
Jin Linkun couldn't help raising the corner of his lower lip, withdrew his hand, took the water and splashed it on his face.
The owner of the Internet cafe was very enthusiastic. He welcomed two people in, put two cans of iced Coke, two boxes of instant noodles, and a mess of snacks, peanuts and ham sausages.
It was the first time that an Internet cafe could be opened in this way. Jin Linkun looked at the posture in front of him and was a little shocked: "Are we... are we going to stay all night?"
Yu Sheng pulled away the cola, turned the ring around, and poked the straw into the hole and handed it to him: "Whatever, go back whenever you want."
"If I accompany you to study for an evening self-study, can I change it for another night?"
Jin Linkun thought about it carefully, understood a little bit, and happily took the coke: "I think it's very suitable, we can actually think about it, add a morning self-study as appropriate, and use it at noon every day..."
Yu Sheng: "…"
Being sensitive to this person is a waste of time.
Yu Sheng ignored him, threw a box of instant noodles over, leaned over and turned on the machine: "What did you play at the youth training camp? You don't need to score points with your old number, I'll lend you a number, and you can play whatever you want. "
Jin Linkun once mentioned that he went to the youth training camp to play e-sports for a year after taking a break from school, but he came back because he found that it was easier to learn in comparison.
A while ago, he always got up early to climb the wall. Yu Sheng didn't believe it at first, but only later did he find out that he actually went to an Internet cafe and regularly upgraded the old account.
According to Yu Sheng's understanding of this person, humble words have to be listened to in reverse. Even if the game is really inferior to learning, at least it should be considered a good game. Switching to a high-ranking account and playing a few games can always be a little better than sitting in a self-study room.
…
Jin Linkun reported the name of the game, and looking at the new account he got, he was inexplicably nervous: "Friend, your rank seems to be a little higher than mine."
"It doesn't matter, playing games is just for fun."
Yu Sheng put on his headphones and leaned back into the gaming chair: "Double row, you play, I'll follow you."
Jin Linkun seemed to want to explain, looked at his roommate who had already started preparations, touched the tip of his nose, and swallowed the words.
He sat upright, put on the headset and held the mouse, his eyes fell on the screen, and the whole person became more focused.
The machines in the private room were side by side, Yu Sheng looked sideways at his face under the computer's fluorescent light, retracted his gaze, and typed on the keyboard.
The vice-principal didn't make what he said too clearly, but the implication was that something happened a year ago that delayed the other party's path that should have been smooth.
Nothing is trivial.
Not wanting to see Jin Linkun wasting paper uselessly, Yu Sheng recalled and confirmed that the topic of the two had completely turned to the game, and finally spoke with confidence: "I believe in you."
Jin Linkun was wearing headphones, and before he had time to turn on the sound effect, he heard his voice and turned his head subconsciously: "What?"
"I believe in you and know you can do it."
Yu Sheng held the mouse, his eyes fell on the screen, and after a while he said again: "You can do whatever you choose."
Even though the boy leaned back in the chair, his shoulders were still straight. His eyes were fixed on the screen, and he looked focused and focused, as if he was talking about the game.
However, both of them somehow knew that what he said was not about games at all.
Jin Linkun looked at him sideways, and after a while, his eyes behind the lenses slightly bent, then turned back to look at the screen: "I try my best."
His voice softened, not knowing who he was promising to listen to: "I will work hard."
…
After three rounds.
Yu Sheng took a deep breath, raised his head from the computer, and looked at Jin Linkun.
Try... ass.
"This rank is higher than mine, and the level of matching is a bit beyond my level."
Jin Linkun touched the tip of his nose and coughed lightly: "Wait for me to get used to it—"
Yu Sheng interrupted him: "No need."
It was rare for a roommate to come out to play a game with him. Jin Linkun sat up a little and leaned over his shoulders: "Friend, the first few games were an accident. Star Diamond was too difficult. I haven't shown my true strength yet..."
"Don't get used to it."
Yu Sheng was blown up by a suicide attack in a pair of four, and looked at the double-row teammates who fell into boxes indifferently: "The next match is all platinum."
Jin Linkun: "..."
"I was still thinking, you have already retired, and your youth academy didn't allow you to bring out your training number, which is a bit inhumane."
Yu Sheng: "I understand now, are they still not allowing you to say which camp you came from?"
"It's not wrong..." Jin Linkun rubbed his wrist: "They refunded my money, please don't tell me."
"..." Yu Sheng pressed his temples hard.
Just now, he thought for a second, whether Jin Linkun encountered something when he dropped out of school to play e-sports, and left a psychological shadow, which caused such a big change in his personality.
Now it seems that the one who has a psychological shadow should be the unfortunate youth e-sports training camp.
The last time he encountered such a level that the foreign power and the middle man could only abuse vegetables, it was the silver power trainer who pitted him to the summer camp.
After three consecutive rounds of fighting alone with his teammates' will, Yu Sheng had a headache, took off his earphones and threw them on the table, ready to go out for a breath of fresh air.
"Friend, calm down."
Jin Linkun's eyes and hands were quick, he held down his roommate who was about to stand up, and put his arm on his shoulder: "Try two more games with me, I will definitely play well."
Yu Sheng saw his true level early, and ruthlessly pulled away the arm blocking his chest: "If you play a few more rounds, my two numbers will fall to gold."
"Golden three." Jin Linkun explained in a good voice, trying to push the person back, "I'll be promoted to platinum soon, don't worry, I think two more rounds will make you feel better..."
Yu Sheng didn't think there was any gaming experience at all, and he raised his hand to push people away. However, this person has an obvious advantage in shoulder width and arm length. He pushed it twice and didn't push it, but his chair turned half a circle because of the reaction force.
Jin Linkun didn't take precautions, his strength was useless, the whole person was led forward and leaned forward, almost buckled on his shoulder.
Both of them stopped involuntarily.
No headlights on in the private room, it's a bit dark.
The computer fan was humming, and the background sound stuck on the game ranking interface came out of the headset a little vaguely, mixed with the thumping of the heartbeat.
In summer, the clothes are thin, and the body temperature penetrates through the clothes, making it faintly hot.
Jin Linkun swallowed his saliva, his chest was slightly suffocated, his arms barely supported the edge of the computer desk behind him, vaguely stiff.
Yu Sheng was almost pressed into the chair by him, restricted by his posture, he could only tilt his head slightly, put one hand on the chest of the two, and put his elbow on his shoulder.
The young man's Adam's apple drew an almost sharp line in the slightly dim light.
"friend."
Jin Linkun inexplicably didn't want to let go, looked away, his voice was a little hoarse: "Talk about it, if you want to beat me, let's avoid the machine first, this is more valuable..."
Yu Sheng: "Shut up."
Jin Linkun shut up, quietly turned his head slightly, and brushed his lower jaw lightly across his shoulders.
Yu Sheng closed his eyes, scolded lowly, and suddenly withdrew his arm between the two.
Before Jin Linkun could react, the back of his head was firmly pressed by a hand, and he couldn't help but press hard against the shoulder in front of him.
The boy's somewhat irritable voice sounded: "...Is it so fucking difficult?"
Jin Linkun was stunned.
Yu Sheng's body temperature is also a little low, and when he doesn't have a fever, his body is also cold, and his neckline smells of clean laundry detergent.
Jin Linkun pressed the back of his head firmly by him, supported the computer table with one hand, and pressed his forehead against his shoulder, almost feeling as if his whole body was inexplicably hot: "Really... difficult. I've been practicing for a year, okay? It's easy to go from silver to gold three, my friend, listen to me explain—"
"If you don't want to say it, don't say it. I asked you what happened to you?"
Yu Sheng didn't want to talk to him about the game at all, so he punched him on the shoulder and released the hand he was holding on the edge of the table: "It's uncomfortable, I don't want to be alone anymore, just tell me, it's okay, right? Would you rather draw a fucking octopus than believe me?"
Jin Linkun's shoulder was stuffy and painful, he collapsed without any force, and landed on his shoulder.
Yu Sheng grabbed his clothes, his chest was inexplicably blocked, and his voice was cold: "Just fucking ignore you..."
The rest of the words were intercepted by the slumped chest and shoulders.
Jin Linkun leaned over, put one hand behind his back, raised his leg to jam the gaming chair, and picked him up from the chair.
The boy who was so annoyed just now that he was about to beat someone suddenly became silent, his eyebrows creased suddenly, his shoulders were tense, and he wanted to break away uncomfortably.
The arm behind him was obviously stronger than his strength, and with the advantage of height, with a little force, he was completely enclosed in his arms.
"...not octopus."
Jin Linkun circled him, his voice faintly dull: "I paint sunflowers."
Yu Sheng: "…"
"I was wrong."
Seeing that the person in his arms was about to throw his arms and leave, Jin Linkun circled the person back in time, put one hand on Yu Sheng's back and said seriously, "It's uncomfortable, I don't want to be alone. so I want to drag you to play games."
It's been a year, everything seems to be over, and nothing seems to be over.
Exactly the same question, full of answers, and flickering eyes, one by one pointing to their own hands.
"The impact is too bad, the handwriting is yours, no matter what, I will definitely not be able to take the college entrance examination this year... Let's take a one-year break from school, give the school some leeway to turn around and operate."
In the office, the principal held the punishment in his hand and sighed softly: "I know you don't know, I'm not training you - you're in the third year of high school, everyone is a competitor, where are you friends? How can you just believe in others? ?"
…
Jin Linkun lowered his head, tightened his arms, and heard his own voice: "I believe you."
The corners of Yu Sheng's lips pursed hard, his tensed shoulders eased a little, and he staggered his gaze.
Jin Linkun's heartbeat was fast, sticking to his chest, thumping.
"I only trust you."
Jin Linkun raised his hand, brought the aggressive young man into his chest and shoulders, rubbed his hair lightly, and lowered his head: "Just take care of me, don't be angry."