Yu Sheng moved his arm.
He didn't make a sound, and his body was still tense. Jin Linkun didn't want to let go, thinking that it doesn't matter if he gets another punch, but something suddenly touched his lips a little stiffly.
Jin Linkun was stunned for a while, then raised his eyes subconsciously, only to see the candy in Yu Sheng's hand.
After peeling it off, he slapped it directly in his mouth.
The candy paper was firmly grasped in the palm, revealing an inconspicuous corner of the paper.
Yu Sheng pursed the corners of his lips tightly, and his eyes fell on him.
The youth's eyes were clean, and the undisguised real temperature poured straight into his eyes through the thin layer of irritability on his face.
It made his chest shrink slightly.
"How do you—"
Jin Linkun's voice was inexplicably a little hoarse, he rubbed his head and smiled: "Why..."
He didn't know what he wanted to say, and he didn't say anything for a long time. He just lowered his head a little, slipped the candy between his fingers, and put it into his mouth little by little.
The milky aroma spreads in the mouth with sweetness.
Jin Linkun held the candy, lowered his head, and buried it between Sheng's neck.
After a while of silence, the person he was holding moved, a hand landed on his back and patted it twice.
The two bosses who walked out of the study room hand in hand did not come back until the end of the evening study.
All the seven groups of students didn't dare to leave, and rather reverently gathered around the table that the two people in the last row had no time to clean up, and looked at each other to discuss countermeasures.
Cen Rui felt a little empty when he wanted to touch the boss's exercise book, and rubbed his hands together: "What to do—can you help me bring it back? What if they are not in the dormitory? Seriously, I even think this stack of scraps is a little bit too much. sacred."
"It's not sacred to look at the content."
Liang Yifan became more and more courageous, and probed his head to study: "The two of them suddenly started to pass notes at the end of their chat. I didn't hear it, but the intuition should be more piercing-"
Liang Yifan: "Excited..."
His voice was paused, and he involuntarily fell into contemplation at the handwriting on the paper.
Cen Rui quickly overcame the sacred aura of the straw paper, leaned over and glanced at it quickly, and slowly opened his eyes.
Count a few lines of words scribbled on the paper.
The handwriting on the right is sharp, even if it is written casually, the stroke of the pen is extremely beautiful. Two or three lines are written up and down, which looks very clear and easy to understand.
The line on the left is not very clear, and it is vaguely scribbled to form a scroll character of the dragon and snake.
Liang Yifan touched his chin.
Cen Rui squatted on the chair, took off his glasses, and gave himself a set of eye exercises.
"What's the matter with the two of you? Brother Sheng really went out to fight with God Kun?"
The two people's reactions were too strange, and the team leader of the seventh group was also overcome by curiosity, and couldn't help but look down: "We still have to ensure internal unity, if there is a disagreement between Kunshen and Brother Sheng, we have to try to adjust... "
Team Seven Leader: "..."
In the silence, Xia Junhua's voice sounded hesitantly: "Maybe it's the right-hand spiral rule?"
Xia Junhua gestured, looked at the words "hold one more minute", and guessed: "Maybe it is a more complicated problem, you need to hold it a few more times to determine the direction of the magnetic field lines and current."
"… "
The classroom was quieter than before. Cen Rui raised his head and couldn't help but look at him sympathetically: "Did you fight like this?"
Xia Junhua was at a loss, and before he could speak, Liang Yifan patted his head soothingly and tucked it under the table.
The seven groups of students' guesses about the whereabouts of the two bosses quickly expanded from the playground wall that is convenient for appointments to more possibilities.
It has been guessed that the two big guys from the small hotel behind the wall sat in the private room of the Internet cafe and ended the last game.
Yu Sheng's patience was completely exhausted, he broke his tail to survive when he fell to the edge of platinum, deleted Jin Linkun's trumpet friend, and watched him fall back to a rank that completely matched his strength.
Jin Linkun cleared his throat, a little apologetically: "Friend, actually—"
"The number is given to you, don't say it's mine."
Yu Sheng cut off his words and poured hot water with two people's instant noodles: "Do you want ham sausage or marinated egg?"
Jin Linkun worked hard for several rounds attentively, and felt a little tired at the moment, rubbed his eyes, and leaned back in the swivel chair: "It's all right."
There is a kettle beside the door, Yu Sheng flipped the switch when he started the last round, and it just boiled right now.
Jin Linkun felt that he should do a favor too, got up and followed, and was kicked by Yu Sheng: "Don't make trouble, just sit."
This person can even make hot porridge hot, and Yu Sheng doesn't want to know what unexpected magical effects can be produced by letting him pour hot water to make noodles.
Just dropped the immortal star diamond back to the golden three, Jin Linkun touched the tip of his nose, sat back on the sofa beside him, looked for the switch, and helped turn on the light.
Internet cafes near the university pay attention to style, and the decoration of private rooms is better than the other. Their room not only has a sofa and coffee table, but also a small projection screen, which can play games as well as movies, and is dedicated to serving various reasons.
Jin Linkun fiddled with the TV box for a while, picked a movie at random, and watched Yu Sheng pick up the two boxes of instant noodles.
Yu Sheng's movements were very neat, he tore open the cabbage buns and sprinkled them in, put in the ingredients and added water, sealed them with a fork, and put them back on the coffee table: "Wait a few minutes."
He took the mobile phone and set a timer, and when he looked up, he was meeting Jin Linkun's gaze on him.
The man didn't move when he saw him, Yu Sheng frowned and put down his phone: "What are you looking at me for?"
"nothing… "
Jin Linkun rubbed his eyes and smiled: "I'm thinking about how I can get you back to practice."
Yu Sheng didn't even think about it: "No need, I don't really want to touch this game for the time being."
Jin Linkun: "..."
He looked like he wanted to say something else, opened his mouth, didn't say anything, and leaned back on the sofa.
Yu Sheng frowned.
He finally realized what was wrong with this man.
Most people owe a favor, and at most they will pay it back next time. Even if they care, they will not always remember it.
But in Jin Linkun, this matter seems to be particularly clearly divided.
It seems that all kindness has to come and go, and it should be clear, and if you owe something, you have to pay it back quickly.
Yu Sheng decided to fix this problem for him.
Before Jin Linkun could regain his senses, the bucket of noodles in front of him was opened, and the steaming marinated eggs were pulled out of the other bucket and fell into his bucket of noodles with a plop.
"..." Jin Linkun: "Friend—"
Yu Sheng picked up his bucket, moved to the side out of his reach, and took two bites: "Who is your friend?"
The words were cold and inhuman, but the tone was not at all rushed.
Jin Linkun was stunned for a while, looking at the two braised eggs floating in the noodle soup, his eyes bent silently.
The aroma of instant noodles was suddenly strong, the steaming white mist, the clean and bright youth, the overlapping shadows in the lights.
Inexplicably, everything seemed so real and clear.
Jin Linkun leaned over, raised his hand, and put it on top of his head.
His voice trembled slightly in his chest, mixed with the background sound of the movie, and it sounded softly: "You."
Yu Sheng didn't expect that he would answer, the fork in his hand paused, and he looked up at him.
The boy hadn't even taken a strip, but his eyes were still round, so widened, and the slight impatience between his brows was completely removed.
The screen projection machine buzzed, and the blurred light and shadow staggered, falling into the black and white pupil, and a little light appeared.
It looks extraordinarily... good.
Jin Linkun couldn't help rubbing his hair, the corners of his lips raised: "I don't eat marinated eggs, I'm allergic to egg whites."
Yu Sheng: "…"
He's an idiot if he cares about this guy.
Seeing that he got up and was about to leave, Jin Linkun chuckled softly, pulled him back in time, hooked his shoulder, and pressed him back on the sofa: "Okay... I'll eat. What you gave me, I'll definitely eat."
He didn't feel very hungry at first, but now he was wrapped in the aroma, and he actually developed some appetite. He picked up the fork and took a breath: "It's really fragrant. I've wanted to try staying up late to eat instant noodles for a long time..."
Yu Sheng's fork was already stretched out when he was sighing nonsense, he simply separated the egg whites of the two marinated eggs, and grabbed half of them back: "Are you allergic to egg yolks?"
"... Not allergic, this is really not allergic."
Jin Linkun immediately picked up the noodle bucket, took two steps back vigorously, leaned against the wall and took a sip of soup: "The egg yolk is delicious, especially with instant noodles..."
He was still trying to find the words, and seeing Yu Sheng put the bucket down, he stopped immediately, quickly stuffed an egg yolk into his mouth, and took a few more bites of noodles.
Yu Sheng glanced at him, bent down and adjusted the focus of the projector a few times.
The screen flickered, and it became much clearer in the blink of an eye.
What Jin Linkun chose was a detective film. In the streets of England in the 19th century, the shots were constantly intertwined, and the tones were so outdated that it looked like a foggy atmosphere.
Yu Sheng looked at it for a while, but couldn't find any interest. He took out his mobile phone and opened WeChat to take a look.
Wechat has accumulated a bunch of unread reminders. Duan Lei from the seventh group, the third middle school, and the 301st classmate has already started to go back to school for compulsory make-up classes. He will send him a message every three to five to cry about the miserable life of the junior high school. Posted pictures of thick stacks of exercise books.
Inexplicably, the team leader of the seventh group sent him a message, asking him to pay attention to his body and rest early.
… Probably because he just had a sensational fever for no apparent reason.
Yu Sheng answered a few questions at random, leaned on the sofa behind him, and read a notice to him: "There will be a lecture tomorrow morning, so it's not compulsory to go, it seems to be giving out a thermos."
Jin Linkun raised his eyebrows and suddenly became interested: "Do you want a water glass? I can—"
"In no mood."
Yu Sheng didn't even want to hear the word "water" now, so he cut off his words: "Liang Yifan helped bring the things back, let's go to his dormitory to get them."
Jin Linkun was also thinking about forming a good habit of drinking red dates and wolfberry tea for his roommates. Hearing this, he felt a little regretful, so he agreed and then lowered his head and took a mouthful of noodles.
Yu Sheng simply packed up his things, leaned back on the sofa, and watched movies on his mobile phone one after another.
If you miss the details of a detective movie, you can't watch it. Yu Sheng didn't force himself to guess who the murderer was. He just listened to the excitement, and his body unwittingly relaxed in the somewhat lengthy and dim tones.
I don't know why, every time I have this person by my side, it seems to be easier to sleep.
After all, it wasn't long after the fever was over, and Yu Sheng was more tired than usual. He dragged Jin Linkun and ran out to play games for half a night. At this moment, he also started to feel tired, and his eyelids sank a little.
As soon as he closed his eyes, the temperature covering his back pulled him out of his drowsiness again.
Yu Sheng opened his eyes and looked at Jin Linkun, who had come to his side again at an unknown time, and tried to hug Jin Linkun, who was leaning on his shoulder: "Why?"
"..." Jin Linkun coughed lightly and told the truth, "I thought you fell asleep."
Yu Sheng felt that the answer itself sounded quite wrong.
The day he had a fever, he couldn't sit still, and he had to drink water and take medicine. Of course, it was understandable for Jin Linkun to support him.
But when both of them are awake and there are no unexpected emergencies, this action seems a little strange for no reason.
"No." Yu Sheng moved to the side, "Be normal."
Jin Linkun still raised his arms, touched the tip of his nose with his left hand, and pointed to the screen: "It's normal, look."
On the bench in the picture, a man in a suit and leather shoes is also wrapping his arms around the person beside him, letting him lean on him.
Yu Sheng never watched this episode, frowned and raised his head: "What are they doing?"
"Nothing... It's actually quite a normal action."
In fact, Jin Linkun didn't even watch the movie at all, so he forcibly made up the plot and told him a story: "These two people knew each other before, and then they happened to meet again. After a long time, they met again, and they were chatting—"
Before he finished speaking, the killer in the suit had coldly pushed down his sunglasses, put away his gun, got up and left. The person he had just held on his body slid down softly, a pool of blood splattered under him.
Yu Sheng: "…"
Jin Linkun: "..."