Don’t Talk To Me!

Chapter 5

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For the next two hours, Yu Sheng couldn't help but fell into the painful thought of "how to make up the following five questions".

At the same time, I tried my best to restrain the strong urge to greet the whole family of the creators of the question bank.

This question bank seems to be specially designed to torture people who are going to be blind. From time to time, according to his answering speed and the distribution of options, a prompt will pop up, so that he has to correct his attitude and type carefully and concentrate on the next group. Brand new ABCD combination.

Even so, occasionally he was forced to rethink for ten seconds because he was blinded too quickly.

Yu Sheng held the mouse, took a deep breath, and raised his head when he was forced to stop for the third time.

The whole examination room was filled with a strong and positive examination atmosphere.

Several invigilators patrolled back and forth, and the key provincial students were all focused and ready to read and solve problems quickly.

The examination room was so quiet that you could hear the needle drop, with the occasional sound of a mouse clicking.

Duan Lei was sitting next to him, also staring at the screen, muttering words, the tip of the pen poked like a piece of paper, and his face was a little red.

He is not a material for learning, and he usually does not listen to the class. But the family is strictly controlled, and if he does not get good grades, he will be beaten, and he still retains the most primitive and profound reverence for exams.

Yu Sheng didn't interfere with him, and slowly released the mouse that was almost shattered, and withdrew his gaze.

These people don't know, Yu Sheng is actually not obedient.

The reason why he doesn't want to cause trouble is not because his love is so overwhelming that he is unwilling to confine his outdoor sales business, but he just doesn't want the school to notify the parents.

I don't want to stand in a certain office and explain again to a new teacher why no one cares about text messages, calls no one answers, and no one comes every time I ask parents.

After living like this for many years, there are no major disasters or illnesses, and he is seventeen years old like everyone around him. Yu Sheng is used to this kind of life.

But I don't intend to explain to others over and over again how I live.

After ten seconds of being locked, Yu Sheng counted the seconds and clicked on the options one by one.

Stomach hurts a bit.

At the age of half the old man eating the poor old man, half a pancake is really useless, and it will be digested after half the morning.

Yu Sheng raised his left hand and pressed his stomach aching from hunger, took a sip of the northwest wind, slumped his shoulders on the table, clicked the mouse, and continued to persevere with the system.

The door of the classroom was ajar, and every now and then students who took time off to go to the bathroom hurried past. The corridor was empty and silent, and the footsteps sounded a lot louder than usual.

Seventh time.

For the seventh time, Yu Sheng was strictly stopped by the system to calm down for ten seconds.

He pressed his hand to his stomach again, and slumped on the table, thinking seriously about the Big Bang and his short seventeen years of life.

The sound of footsteps, neither light nor heavy, came from far and near again.

Someone is urinating frequently.

Yu Sheng is more interested in seeing everything now than Mengti, yawns, glances outside at will, and is thinking of giving up on himself whether to just let himself sleep and then become blind in the afternoon, his eyes suddenly stop.

A familiar black shirt floated past.

floated back again.

Yu Sheng propped his elbows on the table, sat up a little, raised his eyebrows, and looked at the black shirt outside through the half-closed door.

Severe lack of sleep coupled with the system's abuse of a little stagnant thinking slowly turned again.

Yu Sheng considered him staring at his gaze, and carefully searched his body several times to confirm that he had neither buttoned the wrong button nor forgot to zip his trousers, and raised his head in confusion.

After three seconds, Yu Sheng suddenly realized vaguely what the other party was looking at.

Yu Sheng lowered his head and looked at the hand that was poking his stomach.

His stomach has not been very good all the time. It hurts when he is a little hungry, and it is not severe, but he is uncomfortable no matter how he stays.

He also felt very familiar now. In fact, he was hungry again after eating the half pancake.

… but this action does have a bit of ambiguity.

In the eyes of outsiders who don't know the situation, he ate pancakes in the morning, and now he is covering his stomach, and his face is probably not very good.

Anyone with a little stronger associative ability will obviously think that he eats pancakes and ruins his stomach.

Yu Sheng considered for two seconds, then slowly removed his left hand and put it back on the table.

He really didn't like the black shirt, but the pancake was innocent.

Still can't be sorry for that half of the hard-working pancake.

Probably because he had guessed correctly, the black shirt looked at him for a while, and finally turned around. The sound of footsteps resumed from near to far, and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Yu Sheng immediately retracted his hand and poked it up, lying down on the table without sitting still, lowering his head and burying his head in his arms, and exhaled a long breath.

Stomach pain is fucking bad.

Next time I should eat instant noodles in a bag.

"Brother Sheng, Brother Sheng..."

The movement was a bit loud this time. Duan Lei, who was sitting beside him, noticed his strangeness and was a little worried, and lowered his voice: "Does your stomach hurt again?"

Yu Sheng didn't want to disturb him, he pressed his stomach and waved his hand: "It's okay, take your test well."

The voices of the two of them are not high, and no one will care when they are placed in the examination room of No. 3 Middle School, but at this moment, there is no suspense to attract serious criticism from the invigilator: "Don't speak, answer yourself!"

Duan Lei was a little anxious and was about to stand up: "Teacher, he has a stomachache—"

Yu Sheng pulled him and put the man back on the chair.

The invigilator frowned and looked back and forth. Seeing that his face was really bad, he was also a little worried. He walked over quickly: "Does it matter? Can I still take the test?"

Yu Sheng gritted his teeth: "Yes."

He had never seen such an inhuman question bank system. His long-lost desire to win or lose was completely aroused, and his original idea of going out for a breather was suppressed. He must finish all these thousand questions.

His attitude was unusually persistent, and the invigilator hesitated for a while, but he didn't persuade him much, just instructed him to raise his hand immediately if he felt uncomfortable again.

Yu Sheng nodded, gritted his teeth and picked up the mouse again.

Duan Lei didn't know why, and was excited by his enthusiasm for persisting in answering the questions while he was sick. He also gritted his teeth and plunged back into the mighty sea of questions.

Time passed minute by minute.

Yu Sheng grasped the mouse and aligned the system with the system. The frequency and arrangement and combination had completely entered into a skilled and steady rhythm, swiping page after page.

One thousand questions, one hundred questions for each of nine subjects, plus one hundred cross-subject elective questions. He had finished most of the questions by inertia, and was about to turn the page when two knocks suddenly came at the door, neither light nor heavy. Voice.

The whole examination room raised their heads.

Yu Sheng didn't hear what was going on outside the window, and was unmoved. Holding the mouse, he continued to concentrate on his eyes.

The person who knocked on the door did not show his figure, and whispered to the invigilator at the door.

I couldn't hear the content clearly. The low voice, which is especially rare at this age, closed the empty corridor. It was so thick and magnetic that it seemed like a microphone was directly inserted into my hand, and it was also connected to a high-quality subwoofer.

Many little girls couldn't help but put down their pens and quietly glanced outside.

Yu Sheng was very annoyed by this, rubbed his ears hard, pinched his heartbeat to count the time, and chose the next option sooner or later.

The invigilator looked back at the examination room, as if he was a little tangled, he raised his head and spoke softly to the people outside.

The tone is quite polite, negotiable, and not at all serious and rigid when proctoring.

The people outside were quite persistent, whispered a few words, but still did not leave.

After answering the questions for two hours, it was the time when it was most likely to be slack and tired. The entire examination room was attracted by the changes at the door, and everyone couldn't help but look out to watch the excitement. Only Yu Sheng was still immersed in the battle of wits and courage with the system, and charged towards the last three hundred questions.

The negotiation at the door finally came to a vague conclusion.

The invigilator looked back, awkwardly let go of the gap, and opened the door slightly.

A little edge of the black shirt appeared.

The rare sight was unobstructed under the camera, which immediately caught the attention of the director of the education department in the monitoring room.

It is no ordinary director who can calmly read the game ID of a student who violated discipline on the whole school broadcast. In all the examination rooms of the entire No. 3 middle school, the loudspeaker suddenly rang twice, and the dignified voice of the director of the education department rang out.

"The third floor of the high school, the test room No. 10 on the seventh floor of the third floor of the high school - yes, the parents of the students carrying the porridge, enter the one outside the door."

The director of the education department is very disgusted with these parents of students who have to deliver meals to their children's mouths.

The monitoring and loudspeakers are installed to act as a deterrent. The director of the education department knocked on the microphone and said earnestly: "It's exam time, you must be spoiled in moderation, and you must not disturb normal teaching activities. If you are in a hurry, take your children with you. Outsiders are not allowed to enter the examination room, you know?"

The author has something to say: Brother Sheng: I heard that someone wants to spoil me :)