Yu Sheng maintained a sober aesthetic and let him choose one from black, white and gray.
The styles of clothes Lao Wan brought are too complicated, no matter how hard the paper science tyrants work, they can't make up a story with a unified style.
In the end, under the suggestion of Cen Rui, it turned into a castle party with unknown background and unknown plot.
"Some people came in pumpkin carriages, some on bicycles, and some in flying saucers."
Cen Rui was smart and counted with his fingers: "The pumpkin carriage needs a coachman, and at least two people are needed to play the pumpkin and the carriage, so three more people are arranged..."
"..." Xia Junhua couldn't listen anymore: "So the pumpkin carriage you're talking about is a carriage with pumpkins on it?"
The clever little Cen Rui didn't watch cartoons, so he nodded as a matter of course: "Of course, doesn't Cinderella sell pumpkins?"
…
With the brainstorming of the seven groups of students, the discussion of the stage-mode musical moved forward with a very gratifying progress.
Yu Sheng couldn't see it, and reached out to Cen Rui: "Give me the pen, I'll write."
Cen Rui was overjoyed, and quickly picked up the pen and paper, held it up and sent it to him.
"I felt the happiness of Lao Liang back then."
Seeing the two big bosses sitting in front of the piano, discussing in a low voice and dividing the characters, Xia Junhua couldn't help but sigh: "It's really cool, I'm about to fall in love with this feeling."
"Not really." Liang Yifan has been inexplicably mature since this morning, "If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight."
Cen Rui didn't understand: "What do you mean?"
Liang Yifan held the mobile phone, and the whole person was lonely and stubborn: "It means that if you enjoy the happiness of lying and winning, you must bear the pressure that does not belong to your age."
"What pressure?"
Ding Zhengjiao didn't hear the previous article, so he took the milk tea ordered by Lao Wan to share with everyone, and reminded by the way: "Kun Shen will give a lecture in the group tomorrow afternoon, from three to seven o'clock. God's friend, right?"
Liang Yifan: "..."
"I added it!" Cen Rui was very positive, "I added it a long time ago, does Kunshen talk about any topic!"
Ding Zhengjiao nodded: "It's all said, Kunshen also plays C++, you can ask your letter competition questions."
Liang Yifan: "Wait a minute, are you sure—"
"What about liberal arts!" The boy next to him couldn't help but join in, "Can you ask me too? There are a few geography questions that I don't understand, and there are still some confusions about grammar..."
"Yes." Ding Zhengjiao asked very clearly, "Kun Shen is studying with Brother Sheng, and they will read the liberal arts questions together."
"… "
Lonely and stubborn, Liang Yifan took out his phone, clicked on the blacklist, and sent a new friend request to Kunshen.
The art show is basically in order, it's still early, and everyone is discussing where to eat at noon.
In the end, it was decided that it would be better to hit the sun instead of hitting the sun, and it would be better for the entire seven groups to go out for a meal.
Lao Wan is very interested and really wants to join in. He offered to cover for everyone in the name of group work, and skipped the meaningless lecture before the evening self-study.
The seven groups of students held milk tea and bowed their heads to the temptation of Chi Naked.
With Lao Wan around, the specifications of the dinner party have improved a lot.
After the small hot pot, KTV, and Internet cafe boxes were rejected one by one, Liang Yifan suddenly had an inspiration and proposed that he could set a daily rental.
"That kind of big room is usually in a high-end community. There is everything in it, you can cook, play and play games."
Very experienced in this kind of thing, Liang Yifan raised his hand and flipped through his mobile phone to find: "We can play for most of the day, cook lunch and dinner by ourselves, and come back before the evening self-study."
"Okay." Cen Rui agreed. "There is only one week left in the summer camp. We have to do more group activities before we go back to our homes."
Xia Junhua didn't feel it at all, and was surprised when he mentioned it: "It's only been a week? I think we just got together - why are we going to break up?"
"I'll keep in touch in the future, who said they've broken up?"
Ding Zhengjiao disapproved of his statement: "We have a group and a phone, and those who go back and recommend will go to the college entrance examination to deliver meals. If anyone doesn't go, everyone will train him together."
"What kind of distribution model is this, don't the contestants have names?"
Cen Rui raised his hand to protest: "We apply to help the college entrance examination students! We grab a wandering one and beat one! Set a sack for 20 yuan, draw a circle around the eyes with a black pen for 50 yuan, and for every extra 10 yuan, you can kick the butt once. …”
The crowd laughed together, made trouble for a long time, and gathered around again to pick a place.
The number of people who chose the mahjong table and the VR immersive game was at a stalemate. Under the arrangement of the team leader Ding Zhengjiao, a fierce rock paper scissors were allocated to decide the final decision.
Yu Sheng didn't participate, and listened to the chaotic discussion with one ear.
The time is tight and the task is heavy. Jin Linkun sits on the side, friendly help provides various brain holes that will be rejected at any time, and by the way, provides roommates with red dates and white fungus tea with manual dissection of dried dates.
Wan Yongming watched the seven groups of students guessing for a while, and came to care about the two of them: "Aren't you going to pick and choose where to go? Everyone seems to be fighting fiercely, and now it has become two wins in three games."
"It's fine." Yu Sheng respected him very much, put down his pen and sat up, "Wherever they go, it's the same for me."
Jin Linkun didn't wait for Lao Wan to ask, he also smiled and answered actively: "Me too, I will go wherever he goes."
Lao Wan raised his brows, looked at the two boys for a while, nodded with a smile, and then turned back to help out ideas, so that everyone could turn two wins in three games into three wins in five games.
The intensifying battle for rock-paper-scissors was finally ended unexpectedly by the deputy team leader Kong Jiahe, who could not win against anyone who guessed the tin shell.
He flipped through the app and found a day rental that had both a mahjong table and VR immersive games.
"You can go wherever you tell me to go?"
Yu Sheng had just set up the characters roughly, but before he could pinpoint the location, he shoved the pen and paper into his schoolbag: "Are you still going to go to No. 3 Middle School with me?"
Slightly surprised by his roommate's unusually sharp thinking, Jin Linkun coughed lightly and promised, "Just think about it, I will try my best to ensure the safety of the principal of your school."
Yu Sheng remained suspicious, glanced at him, put his coat into his schoolbag, and zipped it.
The two people's things have been packed together since a long time ago, Jin Linkun habitually went to pick them up, and Yu Sheng still clutched the schoolbag and didn't let go.
Jin Linkun tugged a little twice, then lowered his head: "what's the matter?"
"At that time, we will not be able to be in the same class in terms of literature and science."
Yu Sheng let go of his hand and gave him his schoolbag: "Don't make a fuss, your habit of answering questions is correct, it's not that you can do well in the test with a quick brain."
Jin Linkun was stunned.
The original idea was not to transfer schools, but to tease him casually, but Yu Sheng actually took it to heart.
The thought of joking was dissipated in an instant, Jin Linkun put down what was in his hand, and made a serious promise: "I know, I will definitely prepare well."
He paused for a while, then couldn't help raising the corner of his lower lip, touched Yu Sheng's head, and rubbed lightly: "Worry about me?"
"Worry about shit."
Yu Sheng knew that this person was going to climb down the pole when he said a few words properly, slapped that hand away mercilessly, poured two mouthfuls of red jujube tea, and went out at Ding Zhengjiao's greeting.
Jin Linkun landed at the end with his schoolbag in his hand, his eyes couldn't help bending, and he stepped up to catch up.
The daily rental houses are basically distributed around N, and you can get there by No. 11 without the need for transportation.
In order to take care of Lao Wan, the seven groups of students did not choose to climb over the wall, and worked tirelessly around the gate for a full circle.
It was a few hours away from noon, and the hottest moment had not yet come up. The sun was bright, and the morning breeze circled and hid under the trees, tenaciously guarding the last bit of coolness.
Everyone was in high spirits along the way, you and I chatted with each other.
"To be honest, when I think about the third year of high school when school starts, I feel very stressed."
Cen Rui was walking under the shade of a tree with a schoolbag on his back. Rarely, he couldn't help expressing his feelings: "If I hadn't come here and enjoyed the rare happiness while studying, I might have gone bald."
"Not really." Xia Junhua patted his head, "You've already learned about information competitions, are you still afraid of going bald?"
"… "
Lao Wan was chatting patiently with a few girls who were under too much pressure. When he looked up, he found that Cen Rui was chasing and killing Xia Junhua.
Liang Yifan immediately discouraged: "No, no, they are running against the rising sun to commemorate their dying youth."
Lao Wan was relieved again and continued to talk with the little girl casually.
The physical strength of these two people is not very good. After commemorating the youth of nearly 500 meters, they can't run out of breath. They are panting on their knees one after the other.
The collective itinerary could not be delayed. Ding Zhengjiao responsibly found two boys and continued to move forward regardless of the two boys' wailing.
Kong Jiahe walked with everyone for a while, and took the initiative to turn back to find Jin Linkun, and asked him to sign a classmate record.
"Classmate record?" Jin Linkun hadn't heard of this for a long time, and thought about the meaning of the three words together, "Will you write it now?"
Kong Jiahe shook his head: "I haven't bought it yet. I just heard from classmate Cen that there is only one week left in the summer camp, and I am very reluctant to let everyone. Although we have only met for more than a month, we have forged a very deep friendship... "
Just busy helping Yu Sheng with suggestions on the character design, he didn't pay attention to what the seven groups of people were talking about at that time, Jin Linkun listened to him, and then he figured out the previous topic: "Is this what you were talking about just now?"
Kong Jiahe nodded: "Student Jin, although there is still a gap between our strengths, but—"
"Write it for sure and put it back in my bedroom."
A thought popped into Jin Linkun's heart, and he agreed: "I still have something to do, I'll talk about it later."
After confirming that he would fill in the classmate record, Kong Jiahe felt relieved, continued to keep up with the big army, and worked hard to integrate into a new round of topics about the combination of exercise and work.
Yu Sheng didn't walk with the crowd, he stuck himself at the back, lowered his head and pressed his phone as he walked, rummaging through the shows that he participated in before for reference.
Unconsciously, there was another very familiar figure beside him.
Yu Sheng didn't look up and handed him the thermos cup, "Are you thirsty?"
Jin Linkun smiled and took the thermos cup that he handed over.
He wasn't really thirsty, so he took the cup over, but couldn't help but unscrew it and took a sip.
In fact, it's not a very good tea. He always can't figure out how to make the right proportion, and the process of de-pitting the red dates has been bumpy. Yu Sheng strictly forbade him to use a utility knife to dissect red dates, and after confiscating his knife, he could only use a knife that would not cut his hand.
I don't know how Yu Sheng drinks it without changing his face every time.
Yu Sheng felt that he had something to say, so he deliberately didn't ask, and after walking a few steps, a familiar opening remark came from beside him: "Friend..."
Yu Sheng couldn't help pulling the corner of his mouth: "Why?"
"You've just-"
Jin Linkun didn't know how to ask, so he cleared his throat and moved his Adam's apple: "Did you hear what they said?"
He was still thinking, how could Yu Sheng suddenly take it seriously today, even though he usually joked about transferring to another school.
The thought is like a bubble coming up from the bottom of the water, popping out from the chest, and then blowing up one at a time, making a small splash.
Yu Sheng vaguely guessed what he was going to ask, frowned, and did not intend to answer, but went to grab the cup in his hand.
The boy's ears were a little red, and he didn't know if it was hot or sunburned.
Jin Linkun couldn't hold back the corner of his mouth more and more, tried to hide the water glass behind him, and hugged him loosely with one hand: "I just heard from them that there is only one week left in the summer camp..."
There is only one week left, and the children can't help but start thinking about what to do in the future.
He also started to hate him.
…
I don't know if it would be inappropriate to apply directly to a PTA.
Anyway, Yu Sheng's family already had two pillows, so Jin Linkun felt that he shouldn't have anything to bring himself except clothes, so he encircled him and patted his back with a good temper: "Here, here, drink slowly."
"..." Yu Sheng looked at the corner of his mouth that was about to grin to the base of his ears: "It's almost over, are you still happy?"
Jin Linkun was still in the mood: "Ah..."
…
The entire seven groups of students were making a fuss, and it took a while for the two people in the back who suddenly started fighting to get the attention of the people in front.
Brother Sheng hasn't beaten Kunshen for a while, Ding Zhengjiao was inexplicably worried, and looked over his head: "What's going on later, what is Kunshen doing?"
Many people began to look back, and Lao Wan also followed.
Teacher Wan is very experienced this time, and he didn't make a fuss at all. He smiled and waved his hand: "I know, it doesn't matter, they should be commemorating the youth that is about to pass away..."