Kunshen, who was tempted on the edge of friendship, was kicked back neatly by the sudden pull of black.
It is too difficult to make friends, only roommates have a little warmth.
Jin Linkun put down the phone, hugged the person in his arms, was pulled up by the edge, and covered his shoulders.
Yu Sheng was actually a little afraid of the cold, and when he was very sleepy, his temper was so good, he touched his head, and sometimes he could notice that the short hair in his palm was rubbing back lightly.
When he was awake, he obviously would never have given this opportunity to anyone.
It might even be thrown out with his arms twisted.
Jin Linkun moved his arm, put Yu Sheng on his shoulder, and closed his arm slightly.
He didn't know what he was thinking, but he seemed to know exactly what he wanted.
But the kids don't seem to know.
Yu Sheng really didn't feel anything about these things. After they participated in the complicated competition, girls started to send letters and gifts with blushing faces. All of them were regarded by his roommates as coming to discuss the problem, and they were thrown at him. on the desk.
I don't know if those little girls have figured out that the core problem is that the gift should not be given to the exercise book at all.
Jin Linkun stayed up late to browse the forum a few days ago, and in the gap between reporting the topic posts that wanted to rub Yu Sheng's head, he also saw that some of the protagonists were their buildings.
Although most of the content is "On the strength comparison of the two academic gods", "The Special Edition of "Ge Jun Secret Scroll" - Summer Camp is tied for the second most popular recommendation", but there are also a few buildings, which are not so much related to learning. .
I don't know when some photos were taken, they are very blurry, and there is no special movement. Most of them are sitting together, listening to lectures, talking, eating, and walking.
…
If it weren't for the pictures to save points, according to the original plan, he could still leave a few questions for those ninth-level numbers to be handsome.
But Yu Sheng doesn't swipe the forum.
Otherwise, he might really go to apply for a few more trumpets and upvote those few posts every day.
Jin Linkun sighed, lowered his head and buried himself in Sheng's neck, rubbed lightly twice, and closed his eyes.
At noon the next day, when the two returned to the summer camp, they were stopped by the director in charge.
Jin Linkun didn't want to fall asleep all night, and he was so sleepy that he didn't regain his senses, and his arm was already grabbed.
Yu Sheng dragged him behind him and took a step forward.
"you-"
The director wanted to speak, but the sharp color in the eyes of the boy stopped in front of him rushed, and he forgot what he wanted to say for a moment.
He had been waiting for these two students for a long time, opened his mouth, frowned and continued: "Just to ask you one thing... Are you going to make a fuss about your group?"
Jin Linkun didn't know yet, so he frowned: "What's the matter?"
"It's none of your business." Yu Sheng raised his eyes and looked at the director who was obviously hiding something in front of him, "Yes."
director:"… "
The applications of the seven groups were not stopped, and even a copy was placed on the desk of the vice-principal of N University.
Yesterday afternoon and this morning, almost everyone in the seven groups was called individually by the leaders of the summer camp to have a conversation.
The one in front of him was more direct, and he didn't even have a chance to say a few words to him and let him put forward the conditions.
After being a teacher for so many years, it is not that I have never encountered a stubborn student, but it is really rare to see students like the Seventh Group accepting the truth, and even leading the teacher to follow him.
The director watched the two of them for a while, then turned away without speaking.
…
Jin Linkun followed him to the bedroom, and finally figured out what was going on.
Yu Sheng's temper is actually not a liberal arts student. His words were so concise that he did not give him a chance to interject. In a few words, he told him the decision of the seven groups: "Old Wan also signed his name and said that he would adjust the surveillance records at that time."
In fact, it might not even need to be tuned.
Those students were scared out of their minds, especially Yan Zhi, who had been guilty for so long, and almost explained what was going on on stage that day.
Facts are not hard to find, facts are facts, and they are there.
What we have to wait is whether we can turn them out again, let people recognize and let people know, and let those who should pay the price pay the price.
"..." Jin Linkun was silent for a while, then said softly, "Actually—"
He didn't know what he wanted to say, and felt that nothing seemed appropriate, so he stood at the table for a while, his eyes falling on the thick stack of competition books.
Yu Sheng wasn't ready to listen to him, so he simply packed his things and changed his clothes: "Are you going to rehearsal?"
"Go." Jin Linkun cleared his throat, took a thermos cup, rinsed it, and re-brewed red jujube tea in it: "Art show—"
He didn't seem to be used to saying things like this, so he paused for a moment, and then continued: "If the entire group wins the first place, can you recruit them by themselves or something... help?"
Yu Sheng raised his eyebrows and put a few piano scores into his schoolbag: "Yes, you can give them more questions, and you can also help them in the college entrance examination."
Jin Linkun was slightly dumb, raised the corner of his mouth, and said nothing.
It's almost time for today's rehearsal, Yu Sheng picked up his schoolbag and refilled a handful of candy in his pocket: "Would you like to go?"
"...Let's go." Jin Linkun smiled and took the schoolbag from him: "stay up with me tonight?"
Yu Sheng got up from the bed this morning, facing a face that was close at hand, and was awake for five minutes in the battle of who should be beaten. Now he can't listen to the words "accompany me tonight": "Don't accompany me, I haven't finished reciting the geography."
Jin Linkun couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth, rubbing the hair that was pushed up by him, with a good temper: "No problem, you carry your back..."
Summarize the question type and focus on the key questions. This kind of thing only needs a computer. There is a power outlet in the middle of the bed for two people.
In the rehearsal room, seven groups of students were chatting together.
"Give me 10 points back... If I dare to get those 10 points back like this, my dad can break my legs."
Cen Rui squatted on the stool and complained in a low voice: "I want to be angry now, that's my idol! I also plan to let Kunshen shake my hand before the preliminary competition!"
"Damn, good idea!" Xia Junhua slapped his thigh, "After worshiping God Kun to answer the competition, I think I can be as powerful as a bamboo, and it's not a problem..."
A boy next to him couldn't help being led astray: "What about college entrance examination students like us, is it feasible not to wash hands between now and next June?"
"Calm down." Cen Rui patted him on the shoulder, "Then maybe you won't be allowed to enter the exam room."
Everyone was chatting lively. Kong Jiahe sat on the edge, erhu aside, and used the time before the rehearsal to race against the clock on the table to do questions.
Cen Rui couldn't sit still, and leaned over to talk to him: "Deputy team leader, what conditions did they give you? Is it also a drop in points?"
Kong Jiahe raised his head from the exercise book and adjusted his glasses: "The university that admitted them said they could drop the score down to one line."
"It's really worth it..." Xia Junhua couldn't help but sigh, "What about you? How did you reject them?"
Kong Jiahe is very serious: "I told them that this is not necessary, I can be admitted to their school, and I don't want to go to their school."
"… "
After a show of hands, the deputy team leader Kong Jiahe was awarded the Most Handsome Reply Award in this event.
The boy with glasses was still a bit at a loss. Although he didn't understand much, he couldn't help but grinned shyly, put down the pen in a hurry, wiped his hands on his clothes, and took it from Cen Rui solemnly. Got that shoddy handwritten certificate.
Jin Linkun leaned against the back door and watched quietly for a while.
The rehearsal room was a mess, some people wanted to touch the hands of Deputy Team Leader Kong to feel happy, and some people took the opportunity to hold up his glasses and hid them quickly.
Team leader Ding Zhengjiao worriedly helped protect the deputy team leader's erhu, while reminding everyone to be careful, it doesn't matter if you bruise yourself, and you must not break the instrument.
The boys laughed and threw themselves together, while the girls cheered and cheered happily.
Everyone was making a fuss, as if as long as he lifted his leg and took that step, he could join in directly.
Yu Sheng came over with a pile of clothes, and he couldn't even see the road. He vaguely saw him poking at the door and kicked his leg: "Don't get in the way, what are you doing here?"
…
Jin Linkun didn't stand still and took a step forward.
The seven groups of students had already received the good news from Liang Yifan that "Kun Shen not only regained his spirits and recovered his spirit, but also was really good."
When Jin Linkun finally broke out of the crowd, his roommate was already sitting on the table, dangling his legs leisurely and waiting for him for a long time.
"friend."
Jin Linkun straightened his glasses and straightened his collar: "You can't just sit here and instruct them how to block me..."
Yu Sheng seemed to be in a good mood, and the corners of his lips could not be held down. He pointed to a bunch of musical instruments that were kindly moved to the corner: "The team leader said, if it breaks, I will accompany you."
"..." Jin Linkun couldn't believe it when his roommates were destroyed: "Did you actually move them all to the side?"
The teenager sat in the sunlight leaking in from the window, tilted his head, his pupils were clear and bright, and the little tiger tooth lit up at him.
…
Kunshen, who was bewildered by Brother Sheng for a moment, was rediscovered in a blink of an eye, and was suppressed on the table as a mascot for everyone to enjoy the luck of learning God.
The cultural performance is just this weekend, and there is not much time left for the seven groups of students. After careful consideration, Lao Wan decided to help everyone make some new breakthroughs.
The bunch of clothes that Yu Sheng brought over were rented by Mr. Wan, from the student uniforms of the Republic of China to the fairy tale-style bubble skirts, as well as a set of silver laser suits. through.
"Teacher Wan..."
Ding Zhengjiao looked at the pile of clothes cautiously: "You want to express - can we perform a sci-fi style suspenseful fairy tale of the Republic of China in Chopin's concerto?"
"Come on, team leader." Liang Yifan had not recovered his language skills, but he heard that and looked up at him with admiration, "You are more worthy of this liberal arts student than me."
Everything in front of him is real, Cen Rui raised his hand, closed his chin, and hugged his small sand hammer: "I don't care about anything else, if anyone dares to let me wear that green dinosaur one-piece pajamas, I will fight him. ."
"Just pick and choose, maybe there is a suitable one."
Lao Wan is very Buddhist, so he sat down at the table unhurriedly: "That's all I can find. The stage-style musical is very suitable. Even if you can't play, you can play a tree by the roadside. Play a rock, play a flying saucer..."
Cen Rui tugged at Ding Zhengjiao and lowered his voice: "Team leader, you are really amazing, you can see through Lao Wan's love for sci-fi style at a glance."
"… "
Ding Zhengjiao didn't want to accept this compliment, and also assigned tasks in a low voice: "Stop chatting, Cen Ruixia Junhua Dong Jue, you are responsible for suppressing Teacher Wan's brain hole, Liang Yifan, old Kong, come and help, see if you can pick something out. Normal clothes come…”
According to their contact progress, it is indeed very difficult to dance in a regular manner. I usually practiced well with the accompaniment. Every time Brother Kunshensheng played together in front of the piano bench, no one dared to find a space and put their own instruments in.
The artistic performance in high school is not very demanding. As long as you can make some innovations in the model and make people's eyes shine, you can still find a new way to shine.
Lao Wan borrowed clothes from the drama club. The clothes are limited, and the painting style is even more limited. Everyone gathered in a circle and worked hard, for fear of being assigned a terrible shape.
Jin Linkun stood on the side and looked, his eyes unconsciously fell on the green little dinosaur one-piece pajamas named by Cen Rui.
"Stop your head." Yu Sheng put his hands up and sat on the table, "Impossible, I have clothes myself."
Jin Linkun: "..."
Jin Linkun regretted a little: "friend, I haven't said-"
"Let's play with four hands, so stay awake." Yu Sheng didn't give him a chance to pursue his dream, "Which one do you choose, you have to wear the same one as me."
Jin Linkun opened his mouth, for some reason, his heart suddenly moved.
The two of them on the forum, I don't know which little girl with a pink avatar cried for several floors: The styles of these two people's clothes are so different, when can you see the couple's shirts! !
In fact, Yu Sheng wore his shirt once.
At that time, he just came to the summer camp, and the other party was soaked by the rain, and he didn't bring any clothes that he could wash.
It's just that the two of them are still a little different in size. His clothes, Yu Sheng, don't fit well, the cuffs are rolled up, and Yu Sheng almost cuts his trouser legs.
…
It would have been better if it had been cut.
An inexplicable regret came up, Jin Linkun rubbed the tip of his nose, squatted down, and rummaged through the pile of clothes again.
It really made him dig out another set, the dark brown bear, plush from head to toe.
"Kun God." Cen Rui raised his head and reminded him in a low voice, "You'd better let it go, Brother Sheng seems to be coming to beat you soon."
Jin Linkun was still reluctant to give up the idea, he hesitated while clutching his clothes: "I can't wear it?"
Cen Rui is very pragmatic: "I don't think so. Thinking about your pipe organ, I don't think it works either."
Under the sacred brilliance of the pipe organ, Jin Linkun squatted for a while, but let go of it compromisingly.
He actually wanted to see his roommate wearing the same dress he wore when he was a child, a black tuxedo with a red bow tie, and a very delicate gold-trimmed pattern on the neckline of his shirt.
…
But this may not necessarily work.
Jin Linkun stretched out his arms, holding the voice-changing bow tie on cos Conan's suit between his fingers, and raised his head to meet his roommate's gaze.
After hesitating for a while, he let go of his hands and stood up under the urge to survive, and took out his mobile phone: "Friend, what color shirt do you like?"