The audience was a bit chaotic, and there were all kinds of noises.
The lecturer finally reacted, and after realizing it, he came over to try to persuade him to make peace. When Wan Yongming, who came back with the seven groups, asked what happened at the beginning, he couldn't help but pull him to the sidelines.
Jin Linkun tightened his arms and hugged the person again.
A year ago, he thought it was no big deal and normal to have friends.
The popularity in the class was also very good. A group of people played together, deserted together and skipped class together. If there were any questions, they would throw them at him and wait for him to write down the answers and throw them back.
Grades and further education seem to be so important.
It's so important that everything can be put in the back row, and it's so important that a friend who was still playing games together the night before could hand him the original question he bought the next day, and secretly said that it was the question of the training class. , ask him to help do it again.
One of the worst leaked questions in the competition in the past years, the original title was sold out at a price clearly marked, and the investigation team came down directly from it, and just happened to find the filled paper in the dormitory.
When Jin Linkun was called, there were people in a dormitory, and everyone's head was too low to lift.
When he was writing the papers, he was still playing games and didn't know anything. When he figured out what was going on, he was already carrying the biggest suspicion.
"Think about it and think clearly."
The investigation team looked stern, "The final will definitely be a new question. Whose is this paper? If they protect each other, everyone will be disqualified from the final together, you know?"
He stood opposite everyone, watching Yan Zhi raised his hand in despair, pointing at himself tremblingly.
…
second hand.
The third one.
The whole dormitory has read a paper and knows the exam questions.
Therefore, no one dared to tell the truth, for fear that once Yan Zhi was identified, they would turn around and be involved together.
His handwriting is on the paper, he does not want to be recommended for the college entrance examination, and if he has an accident, he will be specially taken care of by the school to keep his student status.
That's how the punishment was set.
He participated in the competition just for fun, and he was familiar with the various colleges and universities where he came to recruit students. Several vice-principals of colleges and universities joined forces to intercede. His high-school principal broke his leg by running back and forth, and only lowered his probation by one level.
The next day, when he was returned to the school, the principal sat wearily behind his desk and sighed deeply with the punishment.
His senior year of high school was so rushed and scribbled that he was pressed for a time-out.
Jin Linkun closed his eyes and groped for Yu Sheng's hand.
As soon as he reached out, he was firmly grasped by a hand.
His palm was still a little cold, his slender and thin fingers were clasping him tightly, and the other hand took out all the candy from his pocket and shoved it hard into his palm.
Jin Linkun was stunned for a moment, his eyes softened a little, he put the candy up one by one, peeled one off, and touched it on his lips.
Yu Sheng didn't move, his eyes were lowered, his lips were pursed white, and he didn't move.
Jin Linkun waited for a while, without forcing him, he took the candy back naturally and put it in his mouth.
…
After the storm passed, the school slowly took a sigh of relief and began to persuade him to go back to class.
For all the school leaders who ran up and down in order to keep him running, the most important thing is to press this matter down, remove the punishment from him, so that he can successfully take the college entrance examination one year later, and the rest is all. It's the little things.
But obviously not so.
After the matter was settled, he also tried to go back to school, but it didn't work.
The school kept this matter a secret, and no one knew what happened. All the parties involved had successfully signed the walk and did not come back to the school.
It stands to reason that everything has passed, and it doesn't matter if you go back to class.
But it just doesn't work.
On the day he reluctantly returned to school, he stayed for a long time and couldn't stay any longer. He rummaged through the box and exited the back wall. He casually found an Internet cafe and ordered two cans of beer.
Then, because he couldn't drink, he choked the boy in the uniform of No. 3 Middle School next to him.
…
Jin Linkun gently pulled the corner of his mouth, retracted his thoughts, and patted Yu Sheng's shoulder: "Don't fight, be obedient."
His arms loosened a little, he lowered his head, and his eyes curled again: "If you are kept for another year, I will probably be the first in our school to finish high school for five years."
Yu Sheng didn't mean to cooperate with the joke he told, glared at him and pushed his arm away: "You let go, I won't fight."
The strength on that hand was very soft, Jin Linkun smiled and let go of his hand in coordination.
Yu Sheng did not act as promised, walked to Yanzhi's side, and squatted down.
Yan Zhi's face was pale, and he struggled to step back: "You, don't do it—"
"Don't touch you."
Yu Sheng's eyes were cold, his eyes turned to the audience, and he glanced at the lanky boy who looked nervous: "How many of you—have you signed a contract?"
Hearing him mentioning his uneasy heart disease, Yan Zhi's expression changed instantly, and he stammered: "Yes, it has been decided! It will not be changed, the college entrance examination has been completed, and it must not be changed..."
Yu Sheng raised his eyebrows slightly: "How do you know?"
For the past six months, he has been repeating the nightmare of what happened at the beginning, and his advice was ruined. Yan Zhi narrowed his eyes, moved his lips twice, and made no sound.
"Good luck."
Yu Sheng raised the corner of his mouth, and his voice softened: "The journey is smooth, and the future is bright."
His tone was so cold that anyone who heard it knew that it could never be a blessing.
Yan Zhi was instinctively uneasy and opened his mouth to speak, but Yu Sheng had already stood up and dragged Jin Linkun down the stage.
No matter what the attitude of the audience was, Yu Sheng didn't want Jin Linkun to stand here and be pointed at, grabbing his wrist and dragging him out of the auditorium all the way.
None of the seven students left.
Kong Jiahe tore a piece of paper from the counting draft. One of the seven groups counted one. He squatted at the door and wrote his name on it. A few people who didn't come to the exam also sent messages back, asking their roommates to sign for help.
Team leader Ding Zhengjiao held the piece of paper, stood under the stage with red eyes, raised his arm and handed it to Lao Wan.
The director in charge of the lecture had almost guessed what was going on, and his face was a little overwhelmed. He didn't continue to train others, and urged Wan Yongming in a low voice: "Mr. Wan, take your group of students to go first, and talk back later if you have anything."
Lao Wan just took the piece of paper, and when he heard the words, he raised his head and lifted the brim of his hat: "No, Director Jiang. The students in our group jointly requested a thorough investigation. This matter is more complicated, and it may have to pass through N University. Apply to each school together…”
The director has two big heads and lowered his voice: "Don't make trouble for yourself! Take it away, and tell them we will investigate—"
Lao Wan is very persistent: "Will it be checked?"
"It's all over, how do you check it?!" The director said impatiently, "What's the matter? They're not your students—"
Lao Wan: "They are my students."
The director was taken aback and frowned.
"It's all my students, all watching what we're going to do."
Wan Yongming looked serious: "Can you check it out again in the future, they are fighting for their friends, this matter is very important."
The seven groups were silent, and the dozen or so boys and girls in the entire auditorium were almost inconspicuous, but they were all stuck on the edge of the stage without moving a single step.
The director was forced to have a headache by the group of students, and pressed his forehead hard: "Impossible... I know you are fighting for the sake of your classmates, but it's been so long, how can you check? The college entrance examination this year is over, even if you check again, Didn't he also have a college entrance examination with you?"
He could also understand the mentality of the students to some extent. He looked around in the crowd and saw Xia Junhua who had come to ask the mock questions before the lecture and could get a few sets: "That classmate—are you a competition student? Aren't you afraid of being disqualified from the competition?"
"Cancel it." Xia Junhua didn't care, and glanced at the people on the stage, "I've even learned the competition, and I'm afraid of taking the college entrance examination again?"
The director choked on him and said nothing.
"Can you always check? Who bought the question, purchase record, monitor."
Cen Rui pushed on his glasses, "The investigation was so fierce at the time, did you directly blame the handwriting on the witness?"
Ding Zhengjiao: "For such a big thing, there must be backup data, can you check it again?"
Kong Jiahe's face was flushed, and after a while he added: "First come first - first with virtue, then with talent. We will definitely not go to any school that wants them."
…
Wan Yongming took a few steps forward, stood on the side of the students, and handed over the piece of paper: "We are all adults, and the little things in the rules of adults are very important to them."
"Very important."
Wan Yongming: "It's important enough to decide what kind of adults they will grow into in the future."
Yu Sheng dragged Jin Linkun out of the auditorium and asked him where he wanted to go.
The sun was so bright that it dazzled the eyes, leaving almost no shadow on the ground.
Jin Linkun was holding his wrist firmly by him, and thought for a while: "Is the Internet cafe ok?"
"..." Yu Sheng got a little headache from the sun, raised his hand and pressed his forehead.
Since the last time the car overturned, he hadn't stepped into an Internet cafe for half a step, and even once thought that he might be about to quit the game.
Jin Linkun recovered very quickly, looked down at Yu Sheng holding his hand, got closer, took his shadow to block the sun for him, and lowered his eyelashes: "My friend, I only have one wish..."
"Stop." Yu Sheng cut off his words before he had the idea of hitting someone again, and dragged him over the wall.
Sitting in the box of the last time again, Jin Linkun almost missed it a little, touched the long-lost projection screen, and said hello with mixed feelings.
Yu Sheng leaned back in the gaming chair, his eyes fell on him, and he remained silent.
Jin Linkun couldn't take it easy, remembered that he had selected more than half of the movies, reopened the selection panel, and turned back page after page: "Watching movies? I remember a few good ones. I won't watch detective movies this time..."
Yu Sheng: "Brother Kun."
Jin Linkun bent down, and the movements of his hands were paused.
He paused for a while, stood up straight, and smiled: "Okay, it's alright. It's all over, you wait for me to take the college entrance exam for you this time—"
Yu Sheng: "Brother."
Jin Linkun: "..."
The screen projection machine was in the corner, and Jin Linkun still turned his back to him. He held his breath for a while, and forced a grin: "My friend... I can't help it easily like this."
"Then don't bear it." Yu Sheng stood up from his chair, "Hold me."
Jin Linkun's shoulders stretched slightly, trying to insist: "Actually, no, I—"
Yu Sheng walked over, grabbed him, and restrained him firmly.
Jin Linkun's heart skipped a beat.
In fact, it wasn't the first time I hugged, the temperature in my chest was already familiar, the short hair that was a little prickly, the smell of clean washing powder, the slightly cool body temperature, everything was so familiar that it seemed that I had already remembered it clearly.
But what is clearly different.
Jin Linkun lowered his head and hugged the person gently.
The arm behind his back was too tight, and he was a little breathless. He didn't intend to say anything, just tentatively lowered his head and gently rubbed the boy's temple: "Yu Sheng."
The body between the arms was almost trembling because of too much force, and he was still exerting his strength regardless.
Jin Linkun was dumbfounded and touched his hair.
His little friend was here to comfort him, but he was even more uncomfortable than him.
After living alone for so long, I have come here, I have suffered so many grievances, and I don't care much about turning out the dusty trophies and certificates of the past.
It's just because of what happened to him that it's so uncomfortable.
"It's alright, ah."
Jin Linkun patted his back lightly, and when he opened his mouth, his voice became hoarse for some reason: "It's over, I'm very good now."
He really felt lucky, he lowered his head slightly, and the tip of his nose touched the end of Yu Sheng's hair: "If it didn't happen, how would I have to meet you—"
The slight tide of water vapor suddenly cooled on the neck.
Jin Linkun opened his mouth, and the words suddenly choked in his throat.
What could be said, what could not be said, suddenly rushed to the chest in a mess.
"It's a foul, kid..."
Jin Linkun cleared his throat hard, took a deep breath, and the unsatisfactory wetness still blew out, so he could only blink his eyes a few times: "What's the matter, what's the matter?"
Yu Sheng didn't know what was wrong with him.
Just a thought, this happened on December 6th.
Jin Linkun's coming-of-age ceremony is a cold punishment with an uncertain future, and the sudden collapse of something he once believed in.
The Jin Linkun in that photo, the Jin Linkun who the vice-principal said was a year ago, is still smooth sailing and has a bright future.
I also get along well with my friends, and I believe in everyone. When I get a paper, I dare to answer the whole article in a dignified manner.
The punch was still too light.
Forcefully pressing the moisture in his eyes back, Yu Sheng let go of him and turned to go to the bathroom to wash his face, but he suddenly grabbed his wrist.
Yu Sheng stopped: "Why?"
Jin Linkun stared at him, the corners of his lips moved, but he didn't say anything.
The boy's wrist bone is very obvious, holding it in the palm of his hand, slightly stunned, and the slightly hot temperature spreads little by little.
Jin Linkun circled his wrist, and his fingers exerted force unconsciously: "Yu Sheng, I can—"
Yu Sheng frowned and met his gaze.
Those eyes were still clean and clear, and the black and white were so clear that no impurities could be tolerated. Jin Linkun's chest shrank, and he was suddenly awake.
…
Facing the child's slightly impatient gaze, Jin Linkun opened his mouth and blurted out, "Can I give you a lecture?"
Yu Sheng: "…"
Jin Linkun: "..."
The air was quiet, and when Jin Linkun felt that this request was a bit too much, Yu Sheng turned around and sat down: "Okay."
Jin Linkun was stunned.
"You speak."
Yu Sheng pulled the schoolbag that he brought with him before leaving the auditorium, and pulled out the two competition questions that Jin Linkun stuffed into it: "I'm listening."
…
When the seven groups of students worriedly searched for the missing two team members all the way, and finally found the door of the Morning Star Internet Cafe, they crowded at the door and saw such a somewhat miraculous scene.
Two people were sitting on the sofa in the private room of the Internet cafe, with a box of instant noodles beside one of them.
Kunshen had this competition problem spread out on his knees, and he wrote and drew in detail on the paper. He had already finished most of the physics competition problems for his roommates.
"Although it's a little inappropriate to say that..."
Having basically figured out what happened in the first place, Xia Junhua looked at the scene in front of him in shock: "Kunshen, is this—is he making up for the regret that he hasn't given a good lecture this year?"
"..." Liang Yifan had a headache: "Yes, yes."
Cen Rui was inexplicably moved: "Brother Sheng has paid too much for their dormitory..."
Ding Zhengjiao coughed lightly: "Let's think about it, the physics competition question, Brother Sheng also gained knowledge—"
"Good shit."
Finally seeing the person who came to save the scene, Yu Sheng pressed the head that was about to explode due to the friction of the small slider, pushed open the exercise book and stood up: "I'm a liberal arts student, don't you know none of you until now? "