In the weekend's competition special lecture, with Xia Junhua's solemn thanks, most of the seven groups of centaurs helped to sit in the auditorium for the legendary competition simulation dense scroll.
Lao Wan also put on a peaked cap and the most energetic shirt, and sat among the students.
"Extremely handsome."
Cen Rui's head teacher didn't even let him take his cell phone. He really liked Lao Wan, and praised him seriously: "Mr. Wan, how long do you sit here like this, they will never find out that there is a traitor among the students."
Lao Wan was a little embarrassed to be praised, he smiled and waved his hand, leaned back slightly, and followed a few contestants to ask about the contest walk.
The person who came to give the lecture was a famous competition training teacher in the province, named Zhang Shenghang, with thinner hair than Lao Wan, in his 40s, he seemed to be able to talk about his face all day.
This lecture is mainly for prospective high school seniors who are willing to pass the competition. In addition to the teachers, there are also several senior high school graduates who have already signed contracts. They will come along and introduce their experience to the next session.
"Hangyu, especially famous. A lot of people who engage in competitions have trained with them. They have also held summer camps and have won a lot of national awards."
Xia Junhua's eyes were bright: "I heard that they are very accurate in betting on the questions. They should practice a few more sets of questions. They will fight for the preliminary round in August, which can be regarded as an explanation for these two years."
For competitive students, reaching the third year of high school is the last fight. If you still can't get the referral contract, you must immediately turn your focus back to the college entrance examination, which is even more stressful than ordinary students.
Yu Sheng sat next to the door as usual, flipped through two pages of the book, and just touched the phone, the light was lightly blocked by the figure.
Looking up, Jin Linkun carried something in his pocket. He was still carrying the bright heat outside, and his eyes behind the lens bent down towards him: "Wait?"
Yu Sheng glanced at him and lowered his head to read: "I thought you were lost in a corner of the campus and couldn't get around."
Today, I want to help gather people together, Yu Sheng deliberately got up early to practice the piano, came out of the piano room, received a text message without waiting for him, and never saw anyone again.
He felt that the tone of the message was not right, and he was inexplicably worried. He sent a few messages in the past, and the other side just told him not to worry and made an appointment to meet in the auditorium.
As a result, I haven't seen anyone until now.
Yu Sheng turned over two pages of the book, let him come in and sit sideways, watching him take out snacks from the bag: "Did you go to the movies?"
"This kind of lecture can't be over in three hours, and it must be delayed until noon."
Jin Linkun is very experienced. He unbuttoned the neckline with one hand to breathe, and put the last box of yogurt in his arms: "I'll find you something to eat, and then go out to eat."
The lecture time is at ten in the morning, and you have to wait until the end to receive the mock papers. Yu Sheng got up early in the morning to practice the piano. He had already eaten breakfast for four or five hours. If he sat like this until noon, it was inevitable that he would be hungry again and had a stomachache.
Yu Sheng looked at the bag of cartoon finger biscuits handed over: "...When did you become an adult?"
"Six months ago, December 7th." Jin Linkun skillfully tore open the package and answered very accurately, "Ten months older than you."
"..." Yu Sheng looked at the biscuits he handed over, and was silent for a while, but then took it and folded it into several pieces, and stuffed it neatly into his mouth while no one saw it.
This person put Wangzai milk and bear biscuits in his dormitory after repairing the stool. It may be because he really likes Wangzai milk and bear biscuits.
Adult ass.
Yu Sheng was forced to take the yogurt that was handed over with a straw inserted, took two sips, and pushed back Jin Linkun's birth year by ten years, and recorded it on his mobile phone.
After sitting for a while, the lecture started as scheduled.
The five major discipline competitions are almost all in the sciences, and the directions of digital, physical, and chemical transformation are different, and there is no way to generalize. This lecture is mainly aimed at the students who are applying for the exam for the first time.
[Sand hammer loves me I love sand hammer: Lao Xia, are you still listening?]
[Simulation paper Chongchongchong: Listen, I have been taking the test for two years. If it wasn't for the simulation paper, I wouldn't have forgotten to set a password when I signed up.]
[Simulation volume Chongchongchong: I feel like I wasted a precious hour of the entire seven sets, and I will continue to waste it.]
[No.1 of the seven groups: Don't waste it, just understand the extracurricular knowledge, you are really hard.]
[University N at 4:00 in the morning: It's alright, classmate Xia, I brought a workbook, do you need headlights?]
Xia Junhua put down his phone and looked up at Kong Jiahe, who had a miniature miner's lamp on his head: "Why does the deputy team leader have a headlight..."
"Probably the backlash effect of the small table lamp." Cen Rui followed and looked over there, "I'm actually a little moved, ask the deputy team leader, is there a link?"
…
The news of the WeChat group jumped to 99+ in a short time. The lecturer on the stage was still talking, and occasionally made two jokes consciously and humorously. The audience reluctantly responded with a sparse applause.
The link of Kong Jiahe's headlight of the same style was quickly posted to the group. Cen Rui was eager to copy the search. Suddenly, he heard a burst of applause and quickly raised his head: "What's the matter? Did he make a big move?"
"No, I just started talking about examples from previous years, and I like to hear gossip."
Xia Junhua has listened to various competition lectures, and has long lost interest in this kind of story: "It's nothing more than which one loses by one point, which one is lucky to sign because of the adjustment, or it is a lesson from the past, listen to it. It’s no use anymore…”
His experience is obviously very reliable, and the voice of the lecturer on the stage sounded as soon as he finished speaking: "The past is overturned, the future is a lesson, everyone should pay special attention to the example mentioned below, and must not make similar mistakes. "
This kind of opening has always been attractive, and the students who were already distracted in the audience also sat up straight and raised their heads.
The lecturer was very satisfied, knocked on the microphone, and took a few steps back and forth in high spirits: "Actually, it was just a year ago, the finals of the math competition, the winter camp in December - early December. Some math competition students may know, and strictly investigate The situation of cheating by leaking questions before the exam is in our province, and we actually caught a fish that slipped through the net."
Yu Sheng was looking down at the book when he heard such a sentence in his ear, subconsciously frowned, and looked up at the stage.
"The original paper, a full paper, was filled with answers before the exam started."
The lecturer's tone became serious: "In the provincial finals, you can think about how serious cheating is - fortunately, the student who caused the accident finally admitted it, otherwise other students in the same group as him would face being disqualified from the winter camp. Punishment."
The lecturer looked to the side of the stage and motioned to a boy who brought him to introduce his experience: "Yanzhi, do you still remember this?"
The boy whose name was named by him looked very nervous, and after shaking his head, he raised his head and stammered: "Remember, remember."
The lecturer nodded with satisfaction: "So, students must pay attention to prevention! The pressure of competition is no less than that of the college entrance examination. Even if you are the one with the best and easiest study in your heart, you might do something shameful in private."
"Classmate Yan Zhi was almost implicated back then—he didn't see the paper, what if he did? What if the cheater was killed and didn't admit it? Several of them will be disqualified and punished."
The lecturer's voice was very loud, and the speakers were buzzing: "Before the competition, you must protect yourself. If you find cheating around you, you should report it immediately. Only in this way can you avoid being implicated by innocent people. ... Yan Zhi, tell me in detail about the situation at that time."
The boy named Yanzhi turned pale again, instinctively glanced down the stage, and quickly looked away.
His legs were trembling a little, he took the microphone and walked to the center of the stage, swallowing his saliva and bowing his head: "Yes, it was last December..."
Xia Junhua felt that something was wrong the more he listened, so he frowned. The WeChat on the phone suddenly vibrated twice, and a new message popped up in the chat group of the seven groups.
[Jin Linkun: @夏俊华. I have something to do. I will make up for you which mock questions you want.]
[Simulation volume Chongchongchong: No need, Kun God! This is all messed up, with a hammer in the east and a hammer in the west, and there is no dry goods at all!]
[Simulation volume Chongchongchong: You can leave if you want, really! I want to fucking leave...]
Xia Junhua quickly tapped on the keyboard of the mobile phone, and before the message was finished, Jin Linkun had already stood up.
Yu Sheng frowned and looked up at him.
"It's okay." Jin Linkun lowered his head and smiled at him, "Go out and wait for you, tell me what you want to eat at noon."
His expression was very calm, but the bottom of his eyes behind the lens was so deep that he couldn't penetrate to the bottom. He got out of the seat beside Yu Sheng and walked straight out to the back door.
On the stage, the microphone in Yanzhi's hand shook, and he blurted out to him, "Brother Kun—"
Jin Linkun didn't seem to hear, and pushed the door out of the auditorium.
The lecturer was a little dazed at first, but when he heard Yan Zhi call out, he suddenly called the number and lowered his voice: "It's him? Why is he here..."
At the beginning, there was a lot of noise about the student cheating. Everyone thought that the student involved was expelled, but they never thought that the provincial key point in City A would actually guarantee the student status, and even sent the person to the next graduating class safely. High school summer camp.
The voice on the stage was low, but there were loudspeakers after all, and many people could hear him clearly.
Xia Junhua panicked and swallowed: "What's going on? What does this have to do with Kunshen?"
Cen Rui has been in the forum for a long time, and he has seen several posts with specious content. With a sigh in his heart, he quickly contacted: "Do you remember, the vice president of N University..."
The information given on the stage is too obvious, outsiders may not be able to match the number, and it is impossible for the people in the summer camp to be wrong.
He quickly flipped out his phone, and sure enough, several new posts had appeared on the forum discussing whether Jin Linkun was relegated because of this incident.
Yan Zhi stood on the stage, looking a little frightened, he squeezed the microphone, and stammered down: "We... participated in the winter camp, and our classmates took the test papers..."
"Fuck." Cen Rui's brain was the fastest, and he was the first to figure out what was going on, and stood up with a bang: "Fart—"
Before Ding Zhengjiao could react, he instinctively grabbed him: "What's wrong? Don't make trouble, Teacher Wan is here..."
"Isn't this fucking trouble?"
Cen Rui usually has a bad temper, but at this time he couldn't help but throw his arm away: "Do you still believe it? Does Kun God need it?"
If in the usual lectures, if there is a quarrel, there will be a quarrel. Today, Wan Yongming is here, and the fight will inevitably make it difficult for Lao Wan to do it.
Cen Rui gritted his teeth and endured it, but still couldn't hold back the fire, he dropped something, turned around and walked out.
"What do you mean, these idiots—splashing the gods with dirty water?"
Liang Yifan followed him back to his senses, almost laughing angrily: "It's okay to say other people, he has a brain and a stomach?"
A student from the outside group was not sure what to do, and turned around to persuade: "Keep your voice down, know the face but not the heart, a lecture opportunity is rare..."
"Rare shit."
Ding Zhengjiao made an exception and swears, and stood up: "There are two in our group that are tied for the first place in the entire battalion, and there are people who talk about everything."
He usually doesn't behave very well. At this time, he stood up and left his things unpacked. He turned around and walked out.
The incident happened so suddenly that several people didn't react, but Kong Jiahe was the first to pack up, and trotted after him without any doubt.
Seven groups of students asked one by one, and they all quickly figured out what was going on, got up one by one, and followed them all out the door.
Liang Yifan walked halfway, looked back at Yu Sheng, who was still sitting firmly, and couldn't help pulling him over: "Brother Sheng, these idiots are pouring dirty water to no end, if you don't listen to it, walk around—"
Yu Sheng didn't move, he raised his arms with arms in his arms: "What am I going to do?"
Liang Yifan was stunned, and hesitantly let go.
There was already a commotion in the audience, Yu Sheng put down the things in his hand and stood up: "Yanzhi?"
This time, the seven groups were sitting in the front as a whole, and his voice was neither loud nor low, and it just reached the stage.
Yan Zhi's face turned pale instantly, and what he had said while stumbling stopped, instinctively stepped back.
Yu Sheng was very calm: "You come down."
Probably because the coldness and ruthlessness on his body was too obvious, a small area around him became vaguely quiet, and a few students who were sitting close to him instinctively moved away.
"Is it the seventh group? What happened to the seventh group?"
The summer camp director who was in charge of organizing the lecture frowned and saw Wan Yongming sitting beside him at a glance: "Mr. Wan, please restrain the students in your group! How can you be so unorganized and undisciplined, it's just nonsense!"
Wan Yongming stood up in a good-natured manner, nodding his head to signal that he heard: "This is the restraint, I will go out to find them."
Seeing that even he went out, the director's face changed slightly with anger, and stood up: "Mr. Wan! Teacher Wan—"
The audience was out of control, and the only teacher who could manage things went out with the students. The director couldn't handle it for a while, Yu Sheng had already crossed the stairs, pressed the rostrum with one hand, and easily turned up.
Yan Zhi trembled instinctively, and desperately stepped back: "I don't know you, I, you can't do it, this is a provincial summer camp, you will be punished with a demerit—"
Yu Sheng looked at him, the corners of his lips twitched.
His eyes swept across the court, and at a glance he recognized the lanky boy that Qinxing had seen before. The other party was also obviously very guilty, so they met his gaze, turned around and ran down the backstage, disappearing without a trace.
Yu Sheng ignored him, his eyes fell back to Yan Zhi: "Is it you?"
He didn't say much, but Yan Zhi somehow understood what he said. After suppressing the guilty conscience for half a year, he was afraid that the madness would surge up, and desperately shook his head in denial: "No, no, I didn't do it, it wasn't me..."
Yu Sheng lowered his head and clenched his right wrist: "Someday."
Yan Zhi was already stunned, shivering and unable to speak, all he knew was to hide behind him blindly.
Losing the patience to talk to him, Yu Sheng tilted his head and looked at the lecturers who had not reacted to the accident: "What happened someday."
The lecturer didn't know the inside story, and was a little dazed. He subconsciously replied: "Winter Camp - December last year, December 6th..."
Yu Sheng nodded.
He walked over to Yanzhi, picked him up, and his eyes fell on him.
Just because of this rubbish.
Yan Zhi hasn't had a good night's sleep since the day of the finals, and now meets Yu Sheng's eyes, almost scared out of fear, struggling desperately to retreat: "Listen - listen to my explanation, I'm already a senior in high school, and I can't make it. I'm going back to the college entrance examination... I've been studying competitions for two years, so I can't keep up."
He stammered and said indistinctly: "The school attaches great importance to him and will definitely be able to help him find a way. The school also expected him to take the first place in the province. He wants the college entrance examination, and he does not ask for a recommendation..."
Yu Sheng punched him in the stomach.
Yan Zhi's face was instantly pale, and he lost his voice for a moment in pain. He was thrown on the ground, retching and struggling.
Yu Sheng was about to move forward when his arm was suddenly pulled gently.
He ignored it, and was about to throw it away and continue to walk forward, but the hand that was holding him still didn't let go.
A force that is already familiar.
Yu Sheng frowned, turned around, and met Jin Linkun's gaze.
"It's alright." Jin Linkun took his wrist, "Stop fighting, let's go."
Yu Sheng asked back, "Are you alright?"
Jin Linkun paused, lowered his eyes, and raised the corner of his mouth.
Yu Sheng: "Did you take the paper?"
Most of the seven groups of students came back with them. Ding Zhengjiao was standing at the side door. Hearing this, he couldn't help but took two steps forward, and was held back by Cen Rui: "Calm-Calm!"
"Brother Sheng, how can you ask such a question?" Ding Zhengjiao couldn't believe it, "He doesn't believe in Kunshen? Kunshen doesn't need any papers at all—"
Cen Rui pursed his lips, shook his head, and dragged him back.
Liang Yifan said in a low voice, "Brother Sheng believes, Brother Sheng believes more than anyone else..."
On the stage, Yu Sheng's voice came out through the microphone not far away, cold and clear: "Did you take the paper?"
Jin Linkun raised his head and met his gaze.
He tilted his head slightly, the black eyes behind the lens blinked quietly, and shook his head: "No."
Yu Sheng: "Why didn't you say it then?"
Jin Linkun knew what he was doing, and stood quietly for a while: "Speak."
I said it, but because it was unanimously identified by everyone, it was useless.
The president's letter, and the vice presidents of the universities who came to recruit students also wrote that the awards he won are too numerous to count. Everyone knows that he does not need to take the paper, but there are handwriting witnesses, and the evidence is conclusive.
The evidence is solid, so it must be punished.
Therefore, even if the school worked hard and several vice-principals cooperated to keep his student status, he would have to suspend the exam for a year before he could retake the college entrance examination.
Yu Sheng lowered his head and wanted to lift Yan Zhi, who was paralyzed on the ground, but was hugged by Jin Linkun with one hand: "Yu Sheng."
When his chest and shoulders collided lightly, he realized that Yu Sheng's heart was beating very fast.
"… just because of this rubbish."
Yu Sheng's voice was slightly hoarse, and he grabbed his arm tightly, trying to pull him away: "You've been delayed for a year because of such a piece of trash—"
"Yu Sheng."
Jin Linkun turned to him, raised his arms and hugged him, holding the hostile boy firmly in his arms.
The body of the person he was hugging was cold, the rapid breathing hit his neck, the heartbeat passed through his chest fiercely, and landed on his chest without reservation.
Jin Linkun closed his eyes, patted Yu Sheng's back lightly twice, and his voice softened: "No delay."
He lowered his head and took the person into his arms: "I met you."