Yu Sheng picked up the arm resting on his shoulder and put it back.
Then moved far to the other end of the sofa.
"… "
Jin Linkun sat upright a little, trying to make up: "friend—"
Yu Sheng said succinctly: "I will die."
Jin Linkun: "..."
The scene of the movie continued unmoved, Yu Sheng was attracted by the unique plot, couldn't help watching it for a while, but still couldn't stand the increasing sleepiness, so he yawned and closed his eyes.
…
Half asleep, he vaguely noticed someone crouching beside him, fiddling with the projected control screen.
Too tired to open his eyes, Yu Sheng moved his arms and tore off the clothes he didn't know when he had been put on: "What are you doing?"
"Change the movie, there is a problem with this theme."
Jin Linkun was very persistent. He was burying his head and flipping through the plot introductions one by one. He heard the sound and patted his knee: "Go to sleep, it's alright."
That hand fell on his knees, just like the coat covering his body, with a faint, imperceptible warmth.
Yu Sheng didn't know what he was thinking, he looked down for a while, suddenly grabbed the hand and pulled it back.
Jin Linkun squatted for a long time, he couldn't help taking a deep breath when he pulled him, and squatted and slid to the ground: "No, my feet are numb—"
"Ma is still squatting." Yu Sheng dragged the person into the sofa, "Don't adjust it, that's all."
He was terribly sleepy and couldn't figure out what movie this was, only that the tones were soft and the background music was soft and soothing, just right for sleep.
In order to ensure that this person would no longer squat on the ground in the middle of the night to adjust the movie, Yu Sheng simply clasped his hand to prevent him from squatting back, closed his eyes and nestled back into the sofa.
Jin Linkun took the initiative to hold his hand for the second time, and he still didn't know how to react.
The normally fluent thinking is now both stagnant and active, crashing into the car in an unusually chaotic manner.
All thoughts came out, and they couldn't understand anything, and they all became a ball at the crossroads.
Yu Sheng took his hand.
That hand wasn't as cold as usual, so I wondered if it was the right thing for him to put on, or if it would make him warmer than usual after eating.
I should put some clothes on him next time.
His roommate's eyelashes are really long and a little warped, as if they could be lifted with a slight movement.
A person who is obviously tough, so close his eyes, he is extraordinarily well-behaved, and he looks a little younger than usual.
Yu Sheng took his hand.
That hand was not as cold as usual.
…
Jin Linkun's mind was unusually clear. He couldn't stop his thoughts one after another. He stared at the hand that the two were shaking, and couldn't help but gently cleared his throat: "Yu Sheng..."
Yu Sheng did not respond.
Jin Linkun tried to move his hand, only to realize that the other party had already fallen asleep without knowing when.
The hand just folded loosely and slid away with a move.
It may be that the temperature of the air conditioner is a bit low, so Yu Sheng unconsciously leaned against the heat source when he fell asleep, leaned against his arm, and tilted his head slightly.
Just rubbed his shoulder lightly.
He slept very deeply, the vigilance he always carried between his brows disappeared, and he looked completely unguarded, quiet and soft.
Jin Linkun's hand stopped in the air for a while with nowhere to put it. For some reason, he moved over and carefully stuffed it back under Yu Sheng's folded palm.
Afraid that he wouldn't be able to rely on him, he even straightened his shoulders to ensure that the height of his shoulders was just enough for him to use as a pillow.
… I have never sat so straight in class.
Jin Linkun twitched the corners of his mouth dumbly, exhaled softly, raised his head and put his mind back to the movie.
What Yu Sheng chose blindly with his eyes closed was a not-so-sad youth romance film, which indeed looked much more suitable than a detective film.
Jin Linkun got used to the current state a little bit, sat with his shoulders straight for a while, and inadvertently raised his head and glanced at the screen.
The protagonists hold hands, and one leans over while the other is asleep.
Very lightly, very slowly, and cautiously, he touched his lips.
Jin Linkun: "..."
Still not quite right.
It was inconvenient to raise his head abruptly. He sat for a while with his nose and mouth and his heart in view. He still touched the phone with one hand, opened a set of competition questions casually, and quickly calculated the answer in his mind.
The logical thinking was not affected much, the brain was spinning rapidly, and the answers jumped out one by one.
The overflowing emotions that had nowhere to put piled up in his chest, and suddenly the whole drum swelled uncontrollably for a moment.
Vaguely, as if to find a new breakthrough.
The light and shadow of the picture fell, Jin Linkun looked down at the question, breathing a little fast for no reason.
The palms were folded, and a slight sweat oozes out at some point.
His fingertips paused, unable to continue flipping the next page, hovering on the screen for a while, returning to the main screen, and turning on the camera.
…
The background is a little dark.
The boy's facial features were clearly and delicately carved by the light, his eyebrows and eyes were soft, and he quietly leaned on his shoulders.
Hands clasped, his coat draped over his body, he slept better than usual.
Jin Linkun stared at the photo for a while, turned it into the hidden album, and saved it.
The two bosses did not return to the dormitory until dawn.
Jin Linkun went to Liang Yifan's dormitory to get two people's things.
Originally thought it was Yu Sheng who came no matter what, but when Liang Yifan looked up and saw Jin Linkun, the air in the whole bedroom seemed to freeze for a moment in awe.
Jin Linkun didn't pay much attention to it. He took the schoolbag that had been packed in the past, and thanked him politely, "I'm sorry."
"No trouble, no trouble." Liang Yifan waved his hand quickly, stood up to see him off, his eyes fell on him, but suddenly paused.
Liang Yifan picked up the phone, read the message Yu Sheng sent last night again, and swallowed.
In fact, he also thinks Kunshenren is very good. If the conditions allow and are suitable, of course, he also wants to make friends with him.
… but should be afraid or be afraid.
Especially when the remaining seven groups of classmates are not there, and even the roommates have gone to the small garden to study, when no one applauds him with their thoughts.
Seeing that Jin Linkun had already reached the door, Liang Yifan clutched the phone, took a deep breath, and finally stuttered, "God Kunkun."
Jin Linkun stopped and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Is something wrong?"
"A little..." Liang Yifan looked at him tentatively, "Are you busy?"
Jin Linkun nodded: "A little bit."
Liang Yifan: "..."
The conversation seemed to end here.
But Liang Yifan is not one to back down so easily.
After all, Brother Sheng promised him that as long as he had three or more words with Kunshen, he would be able to give him a secret recipe for cracking the third-order Rubik's Cube.
The big deal is to flee, Liang Yifan was stunned, and continued to look for words: "You... do you want to - learn some skills that have nothing to do with learning?"
Inexplicably, the scratch paper he saw last night popped out of his mind, and a sentence popped out of nowhere: "For example—how to start a relationship with roommates that originates from roommates but is higher than roommates? "
…
After accidentally saying this sentence, Liang Yifan himself felt that he might have to kneel down for Yu Sheng first, then immediately pack his bags and start running away.
But what surprised him even more was that Kunshen actually turned back.
Not only did he turn around, but after pondering for a while, Kun Shen even temporarily put down the things in his hand and sat down at the table.
Jin Linkun looked at him, the narrow black eyes behind the lens did not make Liang Yifan feel alienated and in awe for the first time.
Liang Yifan even felt as if he had some kind of hallucination, and saw a sincere look in the eyes of the other party that was not ashamed to ask questions.
Jin Linkun: "What does it matter?"
…
Liang Yifan is one big head and two big, screaming silently in his heart, you two shook hands for a minute and then didn't go home at night, why are you still going to choose something else to meet the gaze of the uncle in front of you, still don't dare to make trouble, swallow Swallowing: "For example... friendship?"
The uncle is obviously not satisfied: "This is it."
Liang Yifan: "..."
A little regretful that he had started such a topic, Liang Yifan took a deep breath, and very cautiously stretched his feet on the edge to test: "Brother-brotherhood?"
Jin Linkun raised his eyebrows, his eyes lit up.
Liang Yifan hesitated, and automatically changed the word for brotherhood to himself, and lowered his voice: "This kind of thing can't be rushed, it has to be brainstormed step by step, and the help of the masses is also needed..."
…
In a corner that Yu Sheng didn't know about, Jin Linkun and the seven groups of classmates, in an unexpected way, established a little bit of a strange relationship that seemed to be a little better than before.
Even before the evening self-study, some people started to take courage, and came to their table to ask questions with too difficult and fruitless competition topics.
In all fairness, Jin Linkun is actually quite detailed when he talks to people, his ideas are clear and his methods are concise, and he is not as awkward as speaking English when he first entered the summer camp.
It's just that this person's lecturing and doing the questions are a routine. He only moves his eyes and doesn't write. The person who comes has to bring his own paper to take notes.
"Here, an Ω is missing... Yes, don't shake your hands."
Jin Linkun tapped on the one-step formula and patiently helped to correct it: "Do you remember? If you don't remember, you can say it again."
The boy who came to ask the question kept nodding his head: "I remember it, thank you Kunshen—"
He was interrupted by Jin Linkun's gesture halfway through his speech. The boy raised his head and looked at Yu Sheng, who was still burying his head in the quiz. He immediately fell silent and quickly slipped back to his seat.
Yu Sheng didn't even bother to write a question, but he had to keep quiet on the street. He raised his head and glanced at the person who was touching his pocket easily, raised his eyebrows, and tapped the pen in his hand on his wrist.
Obviously there is candy in his schoolbag. If he insists on touching him, he has no idea what new problems he has developed.
Jin Linkun changed direction fluently, took out a candy from his schoolbag, peeled it off skillfully and stuffed it into his mouth.
Yu Sheng glanced at him: "Next time I touch my pocket, I'll pack mint."
You don't necessarily have to bring a schoolbag every time you go out. Yu Sheng has something on his body for emergencies. Every time he takes it like this, he has to replenish it every two or three days.
Jin Linkun seemed to be in a good mood, his black eyes behind the lens were curved, he nodded in a good-natured agreement, and took the thermos cup to refill him with red dates and wolfberry tea: "If they are like this, won't they bother you?"
"Don't bother, I'll follow along."
The pen in Yu Sheng's hand turned twice, but he still couldn't hold back his curiosity, "How did you guys get to know each other?"
He was actually quite willing to see Jin Linkun communicate with others, but the whole thing started a little too suddenly and without warning, which always made him feel that there was some inexplicable transaction here.
Jin Linkun coughed lightly, and without a trace, stuffed the mobile phone that had just received a cheat sheet near N University into the desk: "It's more complicated..."
"That's fine." Yu Sheng still had to write the questions, but he didn't have the patience to listen, "As long as you're happy."
He didn't have a special tone when he said this. Liang Yifan couldn't help but think about it when he listened in front, worried whether Yu Sheng was unhappy because someone always came to Kunshen.
But Jin Linkun knew that Yu Sheng was saying this very seriously.
He really wanted him to be happy.
Jin Linkun sat for a while, but still couldn't help pulling the corner of his lower lip, trying to sneak a hand with his roommate.
Yu Sheng was doing the question well, and his empty left hand was suddenly held under the table. He couldn't help frowning and raised his head: "Why?"
"Let's see if your hands are cold." Jin Linkun answered very smoothly, holding his hand and clenching it, "What should I eat at night?"
Yu Sheng: "…"
Based on Jin Linkun's persistent observation of control variables, he found that whether his hands are cold or not is indeed related to whether he eats or not, so he began to use this method to judge whether he was hungry or not.
I don't know how this person suddenly knew all kinds of restaurants around N University. Every time his hands got cold, he could take him out to eat a restaurant that tasted pretty good.
It's not the same every time.
“Malatang, grilled fish, barbecue, casserole, Haidilao, Oden, food stalls…”
Jin Linkun swiped his phone and asked for his opinion: "Which one do you want to eat?"
"Whatever." Yu Sheng crossed out a question of little value, "Don't be spicy."
Jin Linkun couldn't hold back and smiled: "You do this every time."
Yu Sheng said coldly: "After all, my roommate is prone to allergies, so I don't have many choices."
"… "
The two bosses reported the names of the dishes in the back row recently, and Liang Yifan's tablemate couldn't help feeling hungry.
"Don't eat." Liang Yifan couldn't hold it anymore, and he doubted that life raised his head: "Aren't you full?"
Deskmate:"?"
Liang Yifan sighed a little lonely and waved his hand: "It's okay, I'm supported by knowledge."
The evening self-study is still a few minutes away, and the whole summer camp has been busy with self-recruitment recently. Many people are taking the opportunity to exchange information for mutual benefit, and the classroom is rarely more lively than usual.
Lao Wan came early today, walked around with his hands behind his back and smiled, knocked on the blackboard, and announced a new message.
There will be a cultural performance next week. Each group will produce a program. The performance will be reported at that time. Those who perform well will be added points in the interview of the entire group of students.
The original intention of self-enrollment was to include more comprehensive and outstanding talents in the scope of enrollment. In addition to the exams that can be dealt with by virtue of knowledge reserves and divergent thinking, the interview questions are varied and have long broken through the scope of learning.
The cultural performance not only reflects talent, but also tests the ability of collaboration, solidarity and organization and planning. It has always been a reserved item for many summer camps in colleges and universities.
Everyone was about to go bald, and when they heard that there was a bonus item, their eyes quickly lit up.
"Deputy Team Leader—Deputy Team Leader, do you know how to play Erhu? It's time to test you!"
"Is Dong Jue able to write with a brush? Can this be considered a talent?"
"What should I do? I know the mouth organ, the kind I learned in kindergarten..."
"I can play guitar, can anyone sing!"
"Don't worry, it has to be a collective project. I have heard that the more collective the project, the more dominant it is."
…
A group of academic tyrants racked their brains to ponder their talents, Yu Sheng raised his head, inexplicably felt that the scene in front of him was also very interesting, he simply put down his pen and listened with great interest to the "whistles", "triangles" and so on from time to time in the crowd. artistic specialty.
Jin Linkun had just finished arranging numbers in Haidilao. When he looked up, he saw the corner of Yu Sheng's mouth. He couldn't help but wonder, "What are you laughing at?"
"I remember playing games before, and I encountered a mentally ill silver booster. The skills are worse than yours... I was careless for a while, and he was directly tricked here."
Yu Sheng laughed and replied casually: "At that time, I also talked about the art show, and he told people that he could play the organ."
"..." Jin Linkun: "Huh?"
"He should be here too, always trying to beat him up."
Yu Sheng took the registration form passed in earlier, filled in the piano, stopped writing and waited for him: "How about you? What is talent?"