Until that afternoon, Kunshen started lecturing and answering questions online, and the fear of being silenced by either of the two bosses still hung over the heads of the seven groups of students.
"Of course I'm scared, but nothing can stop me from chasing knowledge."
Cen Rui resolutely said, "Even if I have to carry my schoolbag and travel around the world in the next second, I have to finish this question first."
"Don't even think about it." Xia Junhua pushed aside his hand indignantly, "I should ask the next question, can I cut the queue when I travel around the world?"
…
Most of the questions that could be asked by the tyrants were difficult and difficult. Jin Linkun did not speak quickly, and the scheduled time was only halfway through. Many students from other groups heard the news and were attracted, and followed them to the door of the dormitory of the seventh group.
Yu Sheng went out to buy a meal, but was almost blocked by the long queue at the door of Cen Ruixia Junhua's bedrooms, unable to squeeze through.
"Is it hot?" Jin Linkun just finished answering a question when he saw his roommate pushed the door in, put down the mouse and turned around, "Is there a lot of people in the cafeteria?"
"There are not many people in the cafeteria, and they should all be queuing outside."
Yu Sheng handed over his rice bowl, and then pulled out a bottle of chilled Wahaha: "It's not cool anymore, let's drink this for another day."
Jin Linkun: "..."
Although he was really interested in these sweet dairy products, Jin Linkun didn't expect Yu Sheng's attitude to buy him all children's drinks at first.
In particular, the little boy seemed to like this process very much, and was very happy to be able to pull him back in a game at such a time.
Yu Sheng brought Wahaha with a straw, put it in his arms, pressed it on top of Jin Linkun's head in a good mood, and looked down at the screen.
The sun was shining brightly, and there was a bright heat on him. After sticking it down like this, the slightly warm cloth was stuck on Jin Linkun's neck.
Jin Linkun raised his head slightly: "friend—"
Yu Sheng glanced at the white Wahaha bottle in his hand, and couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth, earnestly: "How much homework is still missing for this little classmate, do you need any help?"
"… "
Jin Linkun cleared his throat and adjusted his breathing without a trace.
If it wasn't for the topic, he actually wanted to stand up right now and rub his roommate's head twice while being beaten.
There is always a gap between imagination and reality, Jin Linkun regretted for a while, calmly held his roommate's hand on the top of his head and put it aside, and explained before a rainy day: "Friend, there are too many people with problems, I just got it right. Started a live broadcast…”
Yu Sheng: "…"
Another big shot in the picture flashed by and quickly left the camera.
In the live broadcast room, the barrage that originally discussed the topic harmoniously suddenly became very lively.
[Ah, ah, is it Yu Sheng just now? It's so exciting to see two god-level characters appearing on the same screen!]
[The two of them are roommates, it is normal to appear in the same picture, but what is the situation with the little classmate and Wahaha! !]
[Is this the world of learning God! I'm so envious woo woo woo I want to drink Wahaha too...]
[The relationship between the two great gods is really good, and I also want to have someone bring food to QAQ when I review it]
[By the way, speaking of a good relationship, do you know? I heard…]
[Nothing! We Kunshen and Brother Sheng are pure brotherhood!]
[Very good friend, good brother, we can testify!]
[The previous thing was because Kunshen’s bed was full of books, and there was really no place to sleep, so don’t think about it!]
Halfway through the last barrage, it was interrupted strongly by the following seven groups of bubble control comments, still unmoved, and continued to slowly drift across the screen.
[… I heard that a few students from the next group have a very good relationship. We must study harder and join the team that happily discusses advanced topics.]
…
"Shouldn't be." Cen Rui was very disappointed, and dragged Liang Yifan to discuss, "Are we the only ones who think something is wrong with the two bosses in our group?"
Liang Yifan is not surprised: "The problem of changing the subject to the singular form has also been bothering me deeply for the past few weeks."
He has been alone for a long time with the fact that the two bosses are not right, and he is very happy to see the other seven group members face the reality with him and pat Cen Rui on the shoulder: "Thinking about it, maybe Kunshen and Brother Sheng I haven't even noticed that something is wrong, I just slowly bend naturally under the action of gravity..."
The natural bending is too obvious, but in fact, some people can see it.
It's just that it's too weak and weak, a few barrages jumped out, and they passed by with a swipe.
On the other hand, in the anonymous forum, the floors that were related to the two bosses and had nothing to do with learning were put up again, and there was a screenshot of Yu Sheng pressing Jin Linkun's head. Excited messages like that.
But before Cen Rui rushed over with seven groups of self-organized control and evaluation teams, ready to stress that this was no big deal, and that the seven groups would often rub each other's heads, he watched the ninth-level number called "WSYZKA" The ghosts went online and gave a rocket launcher to the layer owner of the screenshot.
…
The seven groups of students, alone and stubbornly, put down the hand of accusing and criticizing, and continued to communicate and share the latest discovered secrets in the internal group.
The topic explanation time originally scheduled from 3:00 p.m. to 7:00 p.m., due to the unexpected influx of a large number of students, lasted until 9:30 p.m. and finally came to an end.
Jin Linkun breathed a sigh of relief, closed the computer, and turned back apologetically: "I didn't expect it to take so long... Did it bother you to review?"
He was still thinking about whether to let Yu Sheng go to self-study in the evening first, and then he went after the last few questions. As a result, the two people's leave requests have been thoughtfully signed and approved, and sent back in the form of photos.
Yu Sheng didn't move at all, leaning against the bedside and reciting the book until now.
Jin Linkun didn't hear him turn the pages for a while, and he was a little worried that he was too loud to talk about the topic, so he couldn't memorize it.
The pen in Yu Sheng's hand paused, looked up, and the book on his lap almost didn't hold down and slid down: "It's over?"
"Yeah... just finished."
It was rare to see him distracted in the middle of his studies, Jin Linkun replied subconsciously, inexplicably aroused curiosity, and couldn't help wanting to see what his roommate was doing.
Just standing up, the book in Yu Sheng's hand was firmly closed by him with a snap and stuffed under the pillow.
"..." Jin Linkun coughed lightly, "Friend—"
He met Yu Sheng's gaze, rubbed the tip of his nose, and changed his words in time to assure: "I don't want to read it at all, and I won't touch the book under your pillow in the middle of the night."
The promise was too serious, Yu Sheng looked at him, but still couldn't hold back the corner of his mouth: "Can't you go out to eat?"
"Ah?" Usually, he had to talk badly to kidnap him out to eat. Jin Linkun was a little uncomfortable. He stood carefully for a while, and cautiously raised his hand to touch the temperature of his forehead.
Yu Sheng didn't hide his smile, got up and got out of bed, and slapped his hand down: "Come on, I'm hungry."
It was a big deal that the roommate was hungry. Jin Linkun got up, turned around a few times to pack up, and was about to pick up Yu Sheng's schoolbag, when a candy was stuffed in his palm.
Jin Linkun raised his eyebrows, his eyes couldn't help bending down, he carefully peeled off the candy and put it into his mouth.
Yu Sheng said that he wanted to go out to eat, but he just took Jin Linkun out of the school gate and acted as the shopkeeper.
It was rare for him to be interested, so Jin Linkun picked out the grilled fish that was far from home, and dragged the person onto the bus.
The location of N is a bit out of the way, the time is late, and there are few people on the bus and it is almost empty.
There were single-row seats on both sides. Yu Sheng found an empty seat and wanted to sit down, but was dragged by Jin Linkun and sat together in the last row.
The rear seat is narrower than the front, and it's frustratingly bumpy. Yu Sheng sat by the window and watched the dark night scene outside the window for a while, and suddenly remembered Jin Linkun's excuse for asking for leave at that time: "Aren't you car sick again?"
Jin Linkun was slightly dumb, and shook his head honestly: "If you don't get motion sickness, do you want to sit in the front?"
It's rare that Yu Sheng is willing to run away from him, and I don't know why the bus here doesn't even have double-row seats.
It was really uncomfortable to sit in the back row, Jin Linkun turned to the side, ready to make room for him, but Yu Sheng still sat still.
The street lamps came in from the window, and the warm-toned light outlined the unusually vivid shadow of the boy.
Yu Sheng lowered his head and fiddled with his phone, moved back into the seat, adjusted his posture and leaned against the window, finally finding a space that could barely accommodate his legs.
Jin Linkun couldn't help raising the corners of his lips and opened his mouth to speak, but Yu Sheng raised his hands like eyes on top of his head to seal it.
"..." Jin Linkun felt a little regretful, moved his mouth under his palm, and mumbled: "I just want to express my joy..."
"The only way you express your joy is to be chatty?"
Yu Sheng looked up at him, and couldn't help feeling that his knowledge of this person was superficial: "Your throat is hoarse, don't you know how to rest for a while?"
Jin Linkun was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered that the candy he gave himself seemed to have a different taste than usual.
Not only did his roommate travel so far with him to eat, he was willing to sit with him in the back seat, but he also stuffed him with a throat lozenge because he spent too much time lecturing on the topic.
Jin Linkun was covering his mouth and couldn't speak. He could only express his joy in a different way. He took out his mobile phone and shared this little thing in life with classmate Liang Yifan.
The grilled fish was recommended by Dong Jue, right next to the bus stop. Jin Linkun came over to recognize him once, and confidently dragged Yu Sheng around the street corner and found an unusually conspicuous sign.
The schoolbag brought out this time was a little heavy, Jin Linkun weighed it, and couldn't help but wonder: "What did you bring out?"
"Book." Yu Sheng said concisely, "If you can't go back in the middle of the night, just open a room to review together."
Jin Linkun: "..."
I ate too much in the evening and couldn't digest it. The two of us didn't order more. We asked for one fish and two meals, and a few extra side dishes.
The grilled fish tastes very good. Jin Linkun is busy picking the thorns and filling the fish for him, and strongly recommends a piece of grilled garlic in the grilled fish: "This one has no garlic flavor, it's not spicy, the seasonings are delicious, and it's especially delicious. "
Yu Sheng was piled a small bowl of fish meat by him, lowered his head and took a few mouthfuls of rice, but still stretched out his chopsticks and picked up a garlic clove.
"How is it?" Jin Linkun was looking forward to it, "Do you like it?"
He has a clear grasp of Sheng's taste, but he is still a little nervous: "I tried it once, and it's good, I want you to try it..."
Unable to even eat this man's mouth, Yu Sheng gave up the idea of letting him raise his throat, and pushed the Sydney juice he ordered: "It's delicious."
Jin Linkun's eyes brightened, and his eyes behind the lenses curved up. He took two sips of Sydney juice.
Yu Sheng was eating, and seeing his contented expression, he couldn't help but pulled the corner of his mouth, picked up a piece of rice cake and stuffed it into his bowl.
Two people who had a regular fan support group in the summer camp suddenly became too naive. You put me in my bowl and I piled it in your bowl. In the end, you didn't have to lift your head. Eat the meal.
"It should be the reason for this store."
Jin Linkun didn't want to move, leaned in the chair and slowly digested: "their bowls are too big."
Yu Sheng asked for another bowl of candied hawthorn mud, and pushed it to Jin Linkun to digest: "Who told you to finish eating?"
He was more rational than Jin Linkun, and stopped the other party in time to continue stuffing things into his bowl according to his appetite, which was still within the range that his appetite could bear smoothly.
The bowl of hawthorn mud is quite small. The bright red hawthorn mud is mixed with honey and lined in a small pure white bowl.
Jin Linkun fiddled with the delicate white jade bowl, still quite happy: "My roommate gave it to me."
Yu Sheng paused with the chopsticks in his hand and looked up at him.
…
Half a minute later, Jin Linkun looked at the whole bowl of garlic cloves in his bowl and couldn't believe it: "Friend, I don't think normal development should be like this."
"What is normal?" Yu Sheng diligently picked garlic cloves for him, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but pick it up, "I was so moved by you that I bowed my head, and from now on, I will be your little brother and gallop across the battlefield with you? "
Jin Linkun felt that his roommate might be reciting history before he came out: "...No need, I suddenly feel that this development is not bad now."
Considering the possible consequences of eating a bowl of garlic, the two of them did not continue to complete the ceremony. After eating for a while, they went out for a walk.
That night, the seven groups of grown-up students were able to calmly face the dormitory where the lights were turned off and silently, and told the other groups of students that the two great gods went out to study overnight, and they didn't return all night.
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A few days later, before the performance of the art show, Jin Linkun finally knew what his roommate was doing on the day of the topic.
The book that Yu Sheng had pressed under the pillow for several days, I don't know when it was stuffed into his schoolbag. When he opened it, he could see a page of notes with a Q version of the black-haired villain drawn on it.
Wearing a headset facing the computer, sitting in front of the desk, behind the lens there are still little stars of wisdom shining in the eyes.
Apart from the fact that the legs of the cartoon villain can't reach the ground, the overall background environment is quite realistic, but for some unknown reason, there is an extra bamboo pole drawn on the side. It is green and green, and it is jointed inch by inch.
Looking at his roommate's high-end sticky note illustration, Jin Linkun was pondering whether this was a metaphor for a rare animal similar to a panda, when a message suddenly popped up on the phone screen.
The text message from the unfamiliar number was quite long and stopped for a few seconds at the top of the screen.
Jin Linkun was slightly startled, clicked on the message, and read it from beginning to end.
…
"Brother Sheng, do you think this is okay?"
The whole program was rehearsed according to Yu Sheng's design. Ding Zhengjiao was still a little unconfident, and continued to pull him to confirm the details: "Here we play, and then we will set the frame.
He said a few words, looked up and saw Cen Rui playing on the phone together, he couldn't help frowning: "Cen Rui, Lao Xia, come here! It's time to play tonight, what are you doing?"
"Team leader!" Cen Rui held up his mobile phone, his eyes were bright, and he jumped over, "Good news—the things done by those spicy chickens have really been found out! The Provincial Department of Education issued an announcement to cancel the original wrongful punishment. Forum Everyone's in a frying pan, and they're talking about this..."
Ding Zhengjiao was stunned for a moment, then realized what he was talking about, and his heart beat faster: "Really?"
Although it was almost a joint report with the mentality of breaking the boat, in the end, no one expected that this matter would really succeed.
There are so many things that can't be changed, and they've come into contact with the definition of powerlessness, knowing that many things can't be as good as they'd like.
When I was interviewed by the summer camp and the school leaders, everyone had been explained more than once. It has been a year and the dust has settled. No matter how big the trouble is, it may just be a useless effort.
The entire seven groups are very clear in their hearts, but no one has suggested that since it can't be achieved, it is better to give up the compromise and forget it.
It doesn't matter if they succeed or not, whether they want to do something or not, the people in their group were bullied and suffered so much grievance, so they must stand together.
If even they didn't stand with Jin Linkun, this matter would really end in such a hasty and hasty way, in the most incomprehensible and powerless way, at the age when it shouldn't have been like this. .
Ding Zhengjiao clutched his mobile phone and repeatedly confirmed that it was not fake news several times. He couldn't help but stand up: "Where's the God of Kun! Come on, tell the God of Kun-"
There were too many people in the room. After looking around, I found that Jin Linkun was not in the preparation room.
Ding Zhengjiao was a little anxious and was about to make a call when Yu Sheng held him down: "No, I'll find him."
There is no doubt about his tone, Ding Zhengjiao was stunned, said nothing, and nodded vigorously.
It's raining outside today and it's a little cold. Yu Sheng pulled out an umbrella, put on his coat and was about to go out, when he was pulled by Ding Zhengjiao: "Brother Sheng"
Yu Sheng took his steps back and waited for him to speak.
"You... tell Kunshen."
Ding Zhengjiao tried his best to say: "We'll wait for him to rehearse, let him- let him come back when he's all right."
Yu Sheng was dumb: "He just went out to get some air, and he'll be back in a while."
"We know that you and Kunshen have been busy these days for us. You want us to get a place in the art show to make it easier for those who are recommended to leave, to help us sort out the key points, and to make the college entrance examination students more confident."
Ding Zhengjiao was so nervous that he didn't hear what he said, and he continued to say it all, apparently thinking about these words many times in his mind.
He looked sincere, looked up at Yu Sheng, touched his head, and felt a little embarrassed: "But we-we didn't stand for him because of this."
Yu Sheng raised his eyebrows slightly.
The students in the seven groups were all beside them, and no one said a word, quietly listening to Ding Zhengjiao stuttering and continuing to speak.
"We didn't stand him for that."
Ding Zhengjiao took a deep breath, managed to make the whole sentence clear, and grinned: "We stand by him because we are friends with him."