Don’t Talk To Me!

Chapter 51

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"Kunshen, I know you're busy watching Brother Sheng."

After the evening self-study, Cen Rui just slipped back after finishing the photo, and was busy distributing it around: "Can't you just give the camera a few seconds? It's too easy to post you without a trace..."

"You might as well not P." Xia Junhua took the photo and looked at it carefully, "Sit a cartoon Kunshen on Brother Sheng's head... I won't say who gave you the idea, who gave you the courage?"

"Doesn't it look good?"

Cen Rui was very disappointed, and while talking to him, he sent back: "I begged on the forum for a day and offered a reward of 3,000 wisdom beans, and then I asked the big guy to draw the Q version."

The Q version is very cute with short hands and short legs, and the drawings are very expressive. The seven groups of students are very envious. A few little girls even wanted to ask for the big guy's account number and ask for a few more drafts.

It's a pity that the big guy Cen Rui contacted saw that he had applied for a daily disposable trumpet, a zero-level pure digital, and the online record was only that one time, and there was no movement after he went offline.

It looks good, but Xia Junhua still thinks that the point should not be here: "It's a good painting, but—"

Yu Sheng was arranging the station with Ding Zhengjiao's commentator, and raised his hand to take the photo: "But I didn't let you put him on top of my head."

"Brother Sheng!" Cen Rui was stunned for two seconds, and instantly figured out why the zero-level trumpet's tone was so familiar, "When did you—"

Before he could finish speaking, Yu Sheng glanced at him, raised his hand to cover his mouth wisely, and quickly fell silent.

Jin Linkun spent a whole evening in self-study arranging the questions. He raised his head when he heard the photo, and took the printed and plastic photo.

He seemed to like the Q version of sitting on the top of his roommate's head, hugging his roommate to sleep and curling up the tuft of hair that had not been pressed down. He admired the photo with satisfaction for a long time, and expressed his cordial and sincere thanks to Cen Rui.

It was inexplicably stressful to accept Kunshen's sincere thanks. Cen Rui bravely endured the pressure and waited for Jin Linkun to bow his head again before quickly approaching Yu Sheng: "Brother Sheng—"

Yu Sheng was drawing a simple stage diagram for Ding Zhengjiao, and when he heard the sound, he put down his pen and looked up at him.

"I do not know anything."

Cen Rui understood and raised his hand to assure: "I just met a big guy who stopped by, he has already retired, and he has left his clothes, hiding his name and name, the immortal strokes my top, and bears longevity. …”

Yu Sheng lowered his head again, Cen Rui squatted on the side and watched for a while, finally unable to hold back the question in his heart, lowered his voice, "Brother Sheng, so—what exactly is Kunshen holding? I really don't understand..."

When the original picture of the boss was sent, the Q version Kunshen was actually holding a khaki slender strip in his arms.

Cen Rui asked several people to brainstorm ideas, but he didn't ask what it was, so he could only play it temporarily and stuffed Brother Sheng's hair into Mini Kunshen's arms again.

"..." Yu Sheng put down his pen: "Rod."

Cen Rui: "Huh?"

Reluctantly understood the meaning of this unusually concise word, Cen Rui tried his best to sublimate the theme for him: "Bamboo-bamboo pole? Wish Kun God is getting better? Every time is better than every time?"

"No." Yu Sheng didn't pick up the steps he handed over, "If he handed a pole, he would climb up."

Cen Rui: "..."

Not having the heart to tell others this somewhat cruel truth, Cen Rui decided to keep the edited version to the public.

He was about to go back to pack his schoolbag, but was stopped by Yu Sheng again, kindly reminding him, "It's on your back."

Cen Rui was at a loss: "What's the string?"

"Two poems." Yu Sheng finished painting the position of the last person, and handed it over to Ding Zhengjiao to arrange a notice, "Both are from Li Bai, and the last two sentences are "After the Chaos"."

"… "

Cen Rui was silent for a long time, then jumped up and turned to chase after Liang Yifan.

Liang Yifan, a liberal arts student, was extremely happy and sad, holding his head and fleeing desperately, explaining as he ran: "It's not compulsory! It's not the content of the exam! I'm doing it for fun!"

"No, no, do you know how painful it is!" Cen Rui was extremely sad and angry, "Tell me, what is the next sentence of deep hiding and name!"

Ding Zhengjiao looked up, lowered his head accustomed to it, and continued to work on staff arrangements.

Jin Linkun seemed to really like this photo that only existed on the back of his head. When he returned to the dormitory, he deliberately pulled out a mobile phone holder, stamped the photo and placed it on the corner of the table.

While putting it away, he also had to pull Yu Sheng to help him read: "Is this suitable, or should it be placed on the second floor? I think it is more laborious to look up to see it on the second floor..."

"Suitable." Yu Sheng just took a shower and wiped his hair out, "You can also stick a flower on the back of your head."

Jin Linkun admired the photo: "No, the hair on the back of the head is very thick, I am very satisfied."

"..." Yu Sheng deliberately kept his cool, glanced at him, but still couldn't help raising the corner of his mouth.

To stay up late at night, he asked for a bag of coffee from Liang Yifan, took out a mug and sprinkled a thin layer of the bottom of the cup, leaned against the corner of Jin Linkun's table and waited for the hot water to boil.

Jin Linkun finally found a suitable position, and as soon as he sat back at the table, cool water droplets burrowed into his collar along his neck.

"Didn't dry?"

Yu Sheng met his gaze, raised his hand and touched the tip of his hair that was still dripping with water.

Usually, it is simply air-dried naturally, and the air conditioner in the dormitory is cold. Yu Sheng is too lazy to listen to his nagging, so he lifted the towel and wiped his hair twice.

He wiped it too much, Jin Linkun couldn't help it, changed a dry towel and got up: "Don't move, I'll help you."

The water just boiled, Yu Sheng handed the mug over to get the water, and couldn't help yawning lightly.

Jin Linkun pressed the towel over his head, bowed his head, and a smile appeared silently in his eyes.

Yu Sheng doesn't usually drink coffee, and doesn't know how much water to add. He blew two breaths on the small half-cup of black-brown unknown liquid, and out of the corner of the eye, he caught his eyes: "What are you laughing at?"

"It's okay." Jin Linkun rubbed his hair and smiled softly for a while: "I just think I'm lucky."

He usually rarely speaks well, and every time he gets up in a serious manner, he is inexplicably uncomfortable.

Yu Sheng touched his body, only to remember that there was no sugar in the pajamas he just changed, pursed the corner of his mouth, and shoved the cup first: "Are you drinking?"

Jin Linkun raised his eyebrows, and the eyes behind the lenses couldn't help but bend down again: "Drink."

He didn't take it, he took Yu Sheng's hand, lowered his head and took two sips of coffee: "Friend."

Yu Sheng also had to promise not to choke him, holding a cup for him, tilting his head to look at the angle: "Huh?"

Jin Linkun put away the towel: "Don't you drink coffee often?"

Yu Sheng usually doesn't drink anything when he stays up late, and occasionally drinks two cans of beer. He is not allowed to be a minor, so he is a little impatient: "Why don't you drink?"

Jin Linkun: "You need to add at least three-quarters of a cup of water."

Yu Sheng: "…"

Suspecting that he might have taken a sip of traditional Chinese medicine, Jin Linkun tried his best to maintain control of his expression, calmly flipping the cup that could catch water, and suddenly a lollipop was stuffed into his mouth.

Colorful, lively and exaggerated, it has been poked on the table for a long time.

Jin Linkun felt a little regretful, and vaguely said, "I bought this for you."

"I know." Yu Sheng held the other end and said concisely, "Hold it."

Jin Linkun: "?"

Before he could react, Yu Sheng slammed the lollipop neatly in half at the other end.

"..." Jin Linkun: "Friend, wait a minute—"

Without waiting for him, Yu Sheng shoved the other half of the lollipop into his mouth and added three-quarters of the water to the mug.

Half an hour later, Yu Sheng looked at the person who put the computer on his bed and couldn't help frowning: "Is there no place over there?"

"It's all full."

Jin Linkun still held the half lollipop and pointed to the exercise book spread out on the bed on the table: "And I miss the other half of the lost lollipop..."

Yu Sheng had eaten the candy early, and he didn't know how this person could eat so slowly. He held the coffee for a long time and couldn't figure out how to answer, and watched Jin Linkun rubbing against his bed for a good reason.

As long as you hold your nose and take the first sip of coffee, it's not too difficult to get used to afterwards.

Yu Sheng took a sip of coffee while flipping through the geography book. Hearing the crisp sound of the keyboard beside him, he couldn't help raising his head.

Jin Linkun was still summarizing the key questions, typing it into the computer and transcribing it, his eyes behind the lens were very focused.

Not to pay back the favor and deal with the errand, after returning from the day rental, Yu Sheng watched him squatting by the bed and rummaging through the boxes, and found all the practice book simulation questions.

He turned from the dormitory to the self-study class, and came back so busy that he was so serious that he didn't even bother him in the self-study class.

Yu Sheng lowered his gaze, and the tip of the pen unconsciously tickled a few strokes on the scratch paper.

Those people may never know how much they sacrificed.

Jin Linkun was still typing on the keyboard without paying attention, and was kicked twice by his roommate through the quilt.

The strength is not heavy, and it seems that he has not found the reason for his rubbing the bed to be logically insufficient.

Sitting on the bed was uncomfortable after all, so he sat up with his arms up and lowered his glasses: "What's wrong?"

Yu Sheng came over, grabbed his collar, and tucked a pillow behind him.

The learning time actually goes by very fast.

The effect of the coffee was much stronger than expected. Seeing the hazy bright colors outside the window, Yu Sheng's eyes were so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, but his consciousness was still very awake and active.

It is probably that the trade winds and the ocean currents are hand-in-hand in the seven continents and four oceans, repeatedly jumping vertically.

Yu Sheng rubbed his eyes forcefully and insisted on turning a few pages of the book, but his pantothenic eyes were still overwhelmed and closed.

Before trying to open it again, a book was already in front of his eyes.

The fingers holding the book are slender and stable, and the angle is just right, blocking all the light: "Go to sleep, it's getting late."

In response to his words, the brisk bird chirping outside the window also followed.

"..." Jin Linkun raised his head, glanced at the morning light outside, and changed his words rigorously: "Go to sleep, it's very early."

Yu Sheng couldn't hold back, and pursed the corners of his mouth: "Aren't you going to sleep?"

"It's almost, I'm done with it."

Jin Linkun got up and got out of bed, put the pillow back, and lay down against him: "you sleep, I'll do it on the side."

The roommate needed some white noise to help him fall asleep. He often read books and problems at Sheng's bedside, so he naturally moved a chair and put the computer on his lap.

The regular light keyboard taps sounded again.

Yu Sheng was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, but he couldn't fall asleep.

The arrows of the southeast trade wind circled round and round, the seasonal ocean currents circled in circles, and the things that came down my back were all jumbled around in my head.

So he doesn't really like to study.

Excessive memory brings not all pleasant experiences. The brain will not automatically stop working. Too much information will make the thinking unable to stop, and there will be no suitable ones, which can make the brain even temporarily empty. , the way to let him rest.

After drinking coffee, not only did this feeling not get better, but it became more obvious.

Yu Sheng tossed and turned several times on the bed, raised his hand to cover his eyes, and turned sideways towards the wall.

I lay down for a while with my eyes closed, the sound of typing on the keyboard stopped beside me, and the figure leaned over: "What's the matter, not feeling well?"

"It's normal." Yu Sheng closed his eyes and pulled the quilt up, "It's fine, it'll be fine in a while."

He also had to straighten out the things he had memorized, find a suitable place to put them in, and turn them out when he needed to use them.

Logical content like this can be a little more troublesome, sometimes taking an hour or two to sort out, while the simple, meaningless entry-level content is much simpler.

In the few years of junior high school, in order to calm down and continue his studies, he would sometimes sit by the bed alone and recite the Xinhua dictionary from beginning to end to make himself a little more relaxed.

Later, he entered the third middle school, and the job was handed over to playing games.

Jin Linkun was still worried, and gently pulled his shoulders, wanting him to lie down.

Getting used to dealing with this situation by himself, Yu Sheng moved his hand away: "No, I'll mess with you. It feels better to have a typing sound."

Jin Linkun hesitated for a while, then sat back again and picked up the computer.

The sound of hitting the keyboard sounded again.

Yu Sheng closed his eyes and tried to focus on Jin Linkun's keyboard sound.

The person beside the bed was still in the same place, and as soon as the light was covered by his shoulder, a shadow fell.

Yu Sheng once thought that if they really stayed at the summer camp for a long time, Jin Linkun might be able to grind the marks of the four stool legs beside the bed.

Looking back, it might be the beginning of some fantastic campus talk.

I don't know why, when thinking about this person, even if it is a messy and boundless thought, it seems to be able to spread a little peace in my mind that is not easily discernible.

Yu Sheng lay down for a while and felt that the keyboard sound was not right. He turned back and glanced at the messy characters on Jin Linkun's screen: "... Are you preparing to contact aliens?"

"Ah?" Jin Linkun was stunned, looked down at the keyboard, and said dumbly, "That's right."

He raised his hand and looked at Yu Sheng, his eyes curved slightly behind the lens: "Is it better?"

Yu Sheng was slightly startled.

It was almost after a while that he realized that Jin Linkun should have finished his stuff long ago, just tapping on the keyboard to make him feel better.

Jin Linkun guessed what he was thinking, raised his hand and rubbed his head, smiled: "It's okay, I'm not sleepy yet. You sleep well—"

Yu Sheng: "Have you tried recording a paragraph?"

Jin Linkun: "..."

The roommate's thinking is worth learning by himself. Jin Linkun coughed lightly, and was about to get up to get his mobile phone to record a white noise for him, but the hand covering his hair was suddenly lightly pressed.

"What's wrong?" Jin Linkun turned around, leaned down and asked softly, "What do you want?"

Yu Sheng pressed his hand, and the strength of his arm tightened slightly.

He didn't know what he wanted either.

Yu Sheng lay down for a while, closed his eyes again, took that hand, and rubbed it twice on the top of his head.

The young man was buried in the thick quilt, lying upright and upright, his long eyelashes tightly closed, and there was nothing unusual on his expression.

"I have a headache." His voice was very light, "Brother, don't go, just stay for a while."