Yu Sheng is actually a liberal arts student.
Because of this incident, what was most stimulated was undoubtedly because Kunshen was going to take the college entrance examination and was once overwhelmed. He happily sympathized with Liang Yifan, a liberal arts student in a circle of seven groups of science students.
"It's unreasonable, Brother Sheng's Tetris is so good, he will turn the Rubik's cube."
Until the night of self-study, Liang Yifan was still unhappy, unable to accept the cruel reality: "Why is it a liberal arts student?"
Ding Zhengjiao disagreed with his inherent concept: "All liberal arts and physiology students are the same, and everyone can be excellent."
"But only the excellence of science students can make me happy." Liang Yifan said bluntly, "When I think that I will sit in the same exam room with Brother Sheng and do the same set of papers, I feel the pressure from the bottom of my heart."
Everyone returned to a similar situation together. Cen Rui shook the sand hammer and patted him on the shoulder: "If you want to open up, we can skip them to calculate the ranking and compete for the precious second place that belongs to us."
"… "
In front of the two big men who are about to take the college entrance examination next year, the scholars from both sides of the arts and sciences finally found comfort in each other, shook hands again, and returned to the vast ocean of knowledge hand in hand.
Neither Jin Linkun nor Yu Sheng came to study at night, and the last row was empty, pressing the fake note written by Zhang Yusheng.
Ding Zhengjiao couldn't let go of his heart, and turned back frequently: "Does anyone know what Kunshen is doing? Is Brother Sheng accompanying him?"
"At least when we left the Internet cafe, Brother Sheng was still with him."
Liang Yifan glanced at the motionless mobile phone, and was no longer confident: "But now maybe, it depends on Brother Sheng's emotional state. To be honest, if I were pressed on the sofa and listened to the physical competition for three hours live There is probably a certain chance that the six relatives will not recognize each other directly."
Cen Rui felt the same: "Reverse it and experience it, I think Brother Sheng can stick to us until we come, and he really loves Kun God."
…
"it should be no problem?"
Xia Junhua has always felt guilty about taking the seven groups of people to the lecture, so he put down his pen and looked back: "I think no matter what happens, the two of them must be together..."
After he finished speaking, the surroundings fell silent.
Thought it was the inspector's director coming, Xia Junhua quickly shut up, worried for a while, only to find that no one came, inexplicably: "What are you doing?"
"It's not easy." Liang Yifan patted him on the shoulder, "Right-hand rule, classmate, are you finally enlightened?"
Cen Rui followed and put down his heart: "Even Lao Xia saw it, the two of them must be fine... Okay, alright, hurry up and read the book, maybe Kunshen and Brother Sheng are also studying hard somewhere."
The third year of high school is getting closer every day, and everyone has a sense of urgency. The study room has returned to quietness, and the sound of flipping books has resumed.
Yu Sheng is not studying.
Jin Linkun said that he wanted to go out for a walk, but he didn't think much about it. He asked seven groups of classmates to bring schoolbags and fake strips back and accompany him out of the Internet cafe.
In the end, when the person said he wanted to walk, he simply walked.
The street lights were on, and the sky was already dark, replaced by a flickering starlight.
Jin Linkun couldn't walk anymore, so he sat down on the curb, relaxed, and leaned back on the tree trunk.
There was a vending machine on the side of the road, Yu Sheng looked around, but couldn't find a bottle with cartoon pictures on it, so he reluctantly bought a bottle of sweet milk and spared it.
Jin Linkun caught the sweet milk that fell on the face, took two sips, and bent his eyes to speak, Yu Sheng had already sat down beside him: "No thanks."
"..." Jin Linkun smiled and rubbed his head: "I meant to say, this one is delicious too."
The man touched his head more and more smoothly, Yu Sheng glanced at him, didn't move, pressed his mobile phone to search where the two had gone.
It was rare for Jin Linkun to not open his hand, and his palm unconsciously paused for a while on his short hair, which was a bit tied, and looked down at him.
The air conditioner in the auditorium was fully on, Yu Sheng was annoyed by the talk, and consciously wore a sportswear jacket.
His habit of dressing is very regular, the zipper is meticulously pulled to the top, his head is lowered like this, and half of his face is buried in the raised neckline.
Jin Linkun looked carefully for a while, and found that there was a less obvious scar on the side of his ear.
…
Yu Sheng shook his head and slapped away his groping hand: "What are you doing?"
"How did you get it?" Jin Linkun was very persistent. He was patted away and stretched out again, touching the scar, "Here."
There are many fights in the three middle schools, and it is inevitable to hang the color. The school tyrant is very demanding, and there are not many scars on his body. It is difficult to hold the scene when he goes out.
Too many times, Yu Sheng was too lazy to recall the check number again and again, and pulled his sleeve out: "Forget it."
Jin Linkun wanted to take a closer look, but accidentally touched his ear again, and in a blink of an eye, his wrist was firmly clamped, and he slammed it back.
…
The ears will explode if touched.
Jin Linkun rubbed the tip of his nose, tried his best to control his thoughts, put the word "cute" aside temporarily, and tried his best to keep his right hand first: "Friend, calm down, I won't touch—"
Yu Sheng only used his strength for that blow, but the strength was quickly withdrawn, he glanced at him, and let go of his hand.
The arms of the two people are entangled together, and it is not easy to get around. Jin Linkun pulled his arm out of his elbow, and was about to withdraw his hand, but found that the strength on his wrist was still loose.
It was cooler at night than during the day, and the palms around the wrists were also cooler than usual. Yu Sheng clenched him, his fingers curled up, still sticking to his wrist bone and not letting go.
Looking at his movements, Jin Linkun tentatively said, "What's wrong?"
Yu Sheng looked up and his eyes fell into his eyes: "Brother, are you feeling better?"
Jin Linkun opened his mouth slightly, but was not able to speak immediately.
Is it alright? It's already alright.
People want to grow up, and life has to live. Whether they want to or not, they have to keep moving forward.
It's been a year, and there is no grievance to go through.
But suddenly there was someone who accompanied him to vent in a mess, helped him feel uncomfortable, and watched him quietly.
Then all the emotions that had faded early suddenly surged up unreasonably, piled up on his chest, and pressed painfully.
Jin Linkun met his gaze, was quiet, took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes randomly, and put them on again.
"… much better, almost all."
He raised his hand and put it on Yu Sheng's shoulder, resting his forehead on his shoulder: "Really, I don't believe you—"
Yu Sheng: "I believe it."
Jin Linkun was stunned.
"I believe it." Yu Sheng turned sideways, "How can it be all right?"
The young man's breath suddenly came up.
What can't be ignored, the fresh and real breath greeted him without retreating.
Jin Linkun's chest was suddenly empty.
The two were so close that he could almost see Yu Sheng's eyelashes clearly.
Jin Linkun thought for a moment, before speaking before his consciousness: "Hold-sleep?"
Yu Sheng: "…"
…
"Friend, friend."
Jin Linkun grabbed the half-drinked bottle of sweet milk, got up and quickly chased after him: "Let me try it, I can explain it."
It was almost midnight, and the road was so quiet that it was hard to see a car. The lively streets during the day are empty, and the light of the street lamps is intertwined, knocking down deep and shallow shadows.
Yu Sheng stood under the street lamp, dragged by him, and listened to the scientific theory of hugging for emotional comfort for ten minutes.
"...That's about it. The papers have sources. I can go back and find them for you."
Jin Linkun cleared his throat, realizing that he had been holding his hand, and his fingertips moved, trying to release it, but he couldn't.
He paused, his Adam's apple rolled down gently: "Yu Sheng—"
Yu Sheng: "Will you be fine if you hug?"
He asked too seriously, Jin Linkun's heartbeat was inexplicably fast, and he couldn't speak immediately.
Yu Sheng had already dragged him back.
Subconsciously following the strength in his hand, he took a few steps, and Jin Linkun heard his own voice: "Where to?"
"Go back and go to bed." Yu Sheng pulled him, "I can't let you hold me without a piece of meat."
In all fairness, Yu Sheng doesn't really believe in his theory.
But it can't be denied that he did sleep better than usual on those two nights, and he didn't have those messy dreams.
And the guy who usually had a little smile and seemed to be able to solve any problem in three seconds suddenly started stammering back to the literature. For some reason, he seemed a little less bashful than usual.
After walking all this way, he was already exhausted enough, Yu Sheng didn't plan to go back, he took out his mobile phone and prepared to take a taxi.
It was probably too late, there was no driver to take the order, and there was no taxi running back and forth on the road.
Jin Linkun pulled him to the side of the road and stood: "Otherwise... go back?"
Yu Sheng raised his head and glanced at him, without speaking, Liang Yifan's news jumped out first.
Inspired by the fact that Brother Sheng was a liberal arts student, Liang Yifan squatted in the seven exclusive bathrooms to endorse and memorize until the middle of the night, packed up and prepared to go back to the dormitory, but found that no one in their dormitory had returned.
Knowing that these people are probably not relieved, Yu Sheng replied that it was okay, and sent him a location.
Liang Yifan on the other side was silent for a long time, tremblingly replied: Brother Sheng... Are you running a marathon with God Kun
"..." Yu Sheng looked at the distance on the map, calmed down for a while, and put away his phone: "Find a place to stay for a night."
The two people's hands never let go, Jin Linkun still didn't regain his senses, and raised his head: "Huh?"
Liang Yifan is a good student.
Jin Linkun handed his ID card to the hotel front desk for registration, and got into the elevator with his roommate. He didn't know what to think, so he couldn't help sending a red envelope to Liang Yifan.
Liang Yifan was flattered: Kunshen, did you win!
Liang Yifan: Run, run, vent, let those idiots die! You're the best! You are Kun God! !
…
Not quite understanding what he was talking about, Jin Linkun found the room number and swiped the room card to open the door.
The hotel's facilities are quite good, business models, the room is covered with moderately soft and hard carpets, a sofa desk, and an unusually spacious double bed.
"There is no standard room." Jin Linkun touched the tip of his nose and explained, "This is the only one left..."
Yu Sheng didn't care, took off his coat, hung it up, and went to the bathroom to wash up: "I'll do it as soon as possible, you can rest for a while."
Xiao Bansu walked for a half-marathon, and Yu Sheng felt tired at the moment, so he simply rushed to get rid of the sweat on his body, and was ready to pack up to make room for him.
Putting on his clothes and leaving the bathroom, Jin Linkun leaned on the sofa, probably also sleepy, dozing off with his head down.
Sitting down and going back to sleep in this way would have stiff neck, Yu Sheng wiped his hair and went over, preparing to take the person to wash up as soon as possible to lie down and rest.
Just as he touched his arm resting on the armrest, the drooping hand lifted it up and grabbed it.
Jin Linkun opened his eyes, the light behind the lenses was still a little dizzy, and his chest was slightly heaving. He probably just had a dream, but he hadn't woken up yet.
Yu Sheng felt his pulse, wanting him to slow down first, but the force on his wrist suddenly tightened: "Yu Sheng."
His voice was a little hoarse, Yu Sheng frowned and leaned down: "What's wrong?"
Jin Linkun's throat moved, and after a long silence, he said, "Which university are you going to go to?"
Yu Sheng: "…"
Did this person have a nightmare that he gave up the college entrance examination
There is still a year left, and he knows about himself, but he doesn't have the habit of making any bookings, and sits down on the sofa with the strength of his arms: "Which one can take the test, please mention the results first. What are you asking about this?"
"Which school are you going to take, tell me when you get there."
Jin Linkun didn't know what he wanted to say, so he dropped his gaze: "I'm estimating the split test, let's go to a university..."
Others don't understand, the two of them have lived in the same dormitory for so long, and he already knows more or less about Yu Sheng's situation.
Yu Sheng didn't mean to be partial to the subject, and other subjects were fine. There was really no way to do it in English. Every time the scope of review involved English, he had to lose sleep for a long time at night.
He lay on the bed several times, listening to the people on the other side of the bedroom awake motionless, and sometimes even waited until the sky was getting brighter, and his breathing gradually calmed down.
In another year, Yu Sheng's remaining subjects will not be a problem, even if he gives up English directly, he will probably be in the top 2 range. No matter which place Yu Sheng chooses, he can follow him—
Before he could figure out the most suitable score range, Yu Sheng had already stood up and clapped his hand away.
"Save it."
Yu Sheng's tone was flat, looking down at him: "No need."
Jin Linkun retracted his arm, his throat was a little astringent, and opened his mouth: "Yu Sheng."
"You fucking listen."
After finally putting down the pressure, Yu Sheng closed his eyes: "How good the test is, how good the test is, how many points can you surpass them?"
The boy's body is sharp, and he can't hold it down with determination. His arrogance makes his chest heat up: "There's still a year, so long, do you think I can't catch up with you?"
Jin Linkun raised his head, his eyes widened slightly behind the lenses, and became hot for no reason.
Yu Sheng didn't want to beat him at this time, took a deep breath, turned to pack up, and was suddenly hugged tightly.
Before waiting for a response, the hot dampness had seeped out from the collar behind him.
Yu Sheng paused for a while, his shoulders tensed silently.
The arm resting on his chest and shoulders trembled slightly, Yu Sheng stood for a while, then pulled him back: "What, do I study hard so you are so excited?"
"… Yes."
Jin Linkun laughed softly and took a breath: "I'm so excited, I can't hold back."
Yu Sheng twitched the corners of his mouth, didn't speak, took his hand and squeezed it lightly.
Jin Linkun's tone was very serious when he spoke, but Yu Sheng just knew that this idiot who was able to hold back even the rubbish who framed him in the first place, and could conversely persuade him not to be impulsive and hold him in his arms to talk well, in fact I've been thinking about this for a long time.
…
Then dragged him for 20 kilometers without finding a chance.
Yu Sheng asked him to lie on his shoulders, but without turning around, he patted his arm with his back.
Jin Linkun cleared his throat and reluctantly said, "Friend—"
"Glasses." Yu Sheng opened his palms and waited for him, "Aren't you panicking?"
The breath behind him paused, and a little smile shook lightly in his chest and landed on his back.
Jin Linkun took off his glasses, put them in his palm, closed his eyes and leaned down.
The bathing time was a bit long, and when Jin Linkun came out of the bathroom, Yu Sheng was already asleep.
The young man was wrapped in a quilt, his long eyelashes fell firmly, half of his face was buried in the pillow, and his hair was still a little damp.
He turned off the overhead light, lay down with gentle movements, and tentatively carried the person into his arms.
Yu Sheng was so sleepy, he opened his eyelids and glanced at him in a daze, frowned by the light on the bedside, and unconsciously buried himself in the shadows.
His chest was pressed with a soft force, Jin Linkun held his breath, turned sideways to block the light for him, and turned off the bedside lamp together.
Jin Linkun lay down for a while, but still couldn't sleep. He couldn't help picking up his phone and sent a message to Liang Yifan: Are you there
Liang Yifan was about to sleep when he received his message and immediately sent a caring reply: Yes! Kun God, how are you
Jin Linkun: My roommate should study hard.
Liang Yifan: ... Huh
Jin Linkun: He will be very powerful. I think he can win the provincial champion.
Liang Yifan: …
Liang Yifan: Kunshen, let me interject first, how do you feel now, are you in good shape? Is it not uncomfortable anymore
The emotions in his chest had long since vanished. Jin Linkun held the phone and replied after a while: Okay, thank you.
I knew who was coming before I went, and I just left the auditorium feeling that there was no need to listen any more. He actually never thought that the entire seven groups would stand on his side at any cost.
Originally, he made friends just to let his roommates praise him. When he saw seven groups of classmates go out one by one, and even Lao Wan walked out unhurriedly, he realized that in fact, people will meet many people in this life.
Regardless of whether it is good or bad, happy or unhappy things have happened, when you turn a corner, the people you meet again will not be the same as the last time.
Jin Linkun took the mobile phone and said for a while, typed a serious thank you, and clicked send.
There is a red circle arrow in front of the bubble, and a light gray prompt pops up immediately.
[The message has been sent, but has been rejected by the other party. ]