When Yu Sheng arrived at the Internet cafe, Jin Linkun was leaning on the sofa and doing quizzes.
He didn't go in right away, he leaned his umbrella against the door, and stood at the door and watched for a while.
In fact, Jin Linkun didn't dislike giving lectures, and even liked to help others. On that day, the range of topics covered has grown from seven groups to half a summer camp. This person can speak in a state of ease, and all kinds of knowledge points are readily available.
Yu Sheng was still endorsing the book, and he turned his attention to him without realizing it. By the time he reacted, he had already typed half a sketch of the illustration.
Yu Sheng didn't think about anything else that day, he just thought that Jin Linkun at that time... was so fucking handsome.
It wasn't until something he had almost forgotten about was brought up again that he suddenly flashed a thought.
In that pitted winter camp, Jin Linkun should have done the same.
I took the test paper handed over and played the game casually, while answering the questions fluently.
While talking annoyingly, he explained each point patiently and meticulously, repeating it tirelessly if he couldn’t understand it, and after he finished speaking, he also gave two divergent knowledge points.
Yu Sheng clenched the plastic bag in his hand, pushed open the door, and entered the private room where he had been there many times, and basically tried every function except for one game.
Aware that someone entered the door, Jin Linkun paused with the pen in his hand and raised his head subconsciously.
His mind was so chaotic that he had all kinds of thoughts, so he had to come here first to brush up on the questions and be quiet. Seeing Yu Sheng at a glance, without turning his head, he put down his pen and raised his arm towards the door.
Yu Sheng: "…"
Jin Linkun: "..."
Jin Linkun himself felt that this gesture of preparing for a warm hug was a bit awkward, he coughed slightly awkwardly, raised his hand halfway, and turned a corner to touch his nose.
Yu Sheng, however, threw the plastic bag he was carrying into the sofa with a clatter, and walked over a few steps.
Before Jin Linkun could react, Yu Sheng pulled him up, raised his arms, and hugged him fully in his arms.
The youth's breath is clean, with a little freshness and coolness unique to the rain, and the strength of his arms is too strong to be ignored.
Jin Linkun's chest was suddenly suffocated and breathless.
He opened his mouth several times, but he couldn't make a sound, his back bent a little bit, closed his eyes and leaned on his shoulder: "Yu Sheng—"
Yu Sheng: "I'm here."
Jin Linkun was speechless again.
Yu Sheng supported him with his arm, let him lean on his shoulder, and patted his back with one hand: "Kun God, when you want to cry, it's not ashamed to shed two tears."
Jin Linkun was slightly dumb, rested quietly on him for a while, and smiled softly: "...I don't want to cry."
His roommates sometimes call him Kunshen together with others.
When playing games and being tricked by him to lose the rank, when he is so annoyed by him, when he is ready to answer calls later and hurt him...
When you're joking, or when you don't really want to be joking.
Jin Linkun can tell which kind it is now for Sheng.
He didn't want to make Yu Sheng worry, nor did he expect Yu Sheng to get the news so quickly, leaned on the other party's shoulder, let go a little, and said instinctively: "It's alright, I'll be fine in a while, I'll call you. Worried about-"
Yu Sheng directly interrupted: "I'll give you three more seconds to think about whether I'm being rude to me, or let you hug me for another minute."
The voice in my ear stopped abruptly.
The arms around him suddenly tightened, making him almost breathless.
Yu Sheng didn't speak, grabbed Jin Linkun's neckline, pulled him down, and pressed it into his neck.
…Why is this guy so tall
Even a hug had to pull someone down, Yu Sheng held his arm, holding back his breath for a while, but he couldn't help but tiptoed.
Jin Linkun, who was still motionless and buried in his neck, suddenly moved slightly, and hesitated: "Friend—"
Yu Sheng: "Shut up."
Jin Linkun was very obedient, and buried his mouth in his neck for a while, but he couldn't hold back, his shoulders trembled slightly.
"..." Yu Sheng took a deep breath: "You'd better make some tears now, or cry twice, so that I can believe that you are crying because you are too uncomfortable or too excited—"
Jin Linkun: "Pfft."
…
Jin Linkun, who was beaten again, slumped on the sofa, rubbed his chest, and coughed with a smile: "Friend, don't worry, I will never tell you about your tiptoe..."
Yu Sheng got angry, rolled up his sleeves three or two times, and pressed him into the sofa: "Tell me, how do you want to die, stew or fry."
"It can't be stewed." Jin Linkun had a good temper, raised his arms to hug him again, and wrapped him in his arms: "Yu Sheng."
His voice was a little soft, Yu Sheng frowned, and stopped pushing the person in front of him into the crack of the sofa: "Why?"
Jin Linkun didn't speak, and put his arms behind his back, making him lean on himself.
He wasn't really uncomfortable.
Everything is over, and what should be clarified is actually clarified, and what should be paid has paid the price.
The text message he received today was sent by Yan Zhi and a few people. He wrote a lot, probably an apology and explanation. He didn't read it carefully, and he didn't plan to read it again.
Everything in the past seemed to come to an end at the moment of receiving that text message.
Everything after that is new.
He couldn't tell what he was thinking, maybe it was just that some emotion that had been stuck in his chest had completely dissipated, but he was at a loss.
But even this last point is at a loss, and at an unknown time, it has been dismissed by the refilled chest.
Jin Linkun buried himself in his neck, his voice slightly muffled: "Hold me for a while."
"… "
Yu Sheng faintly began to feel that this person seemed to use this trick to escape another beating every time.
I don't know how long I've been hugging for a while, Yu Sheng opened his shoulder arm, reached over, and fished out the plastic bag.
When he came, he bought two cans of beer, opened it and pushed it over, opened another can himself, and took two sips before Jin Linkun opened his mouth to control him.
The foam of the beer rattled softly in his throat, and poured it down the throat coldly.
Yu Sheng exhaled softly, raised his head to speak, but found that Jin Linkun's expression was a bit wrong.
Strictly speaking, it was probably because I wanted to squirt that sip of beer but I didn't dare to squirt.
Yu Sheng's back tensed, and he stood up neatly, holding Jin Linkun's collar and turning it around, letting him spray the sip of wine against the empty space.
The reaction was too great, Yu Sheng didn't dare to let him continue to touch the wine, and took the can of beer back: "Are you allergic to alcohol?"
"...No." Jin Linkun adjusted his glasses, feeling a little depressed, "I just don't like drinking."
Yu Sheng said that this is more than just not used to drinking, so he found a mop and dragged it twice, and pulled two pieces of paper and stuffed it to him: "I remember some people are already adults."
Jin Linkun: "..."
Yu Sheng emphasized: "Some people have grown up, but they can only drink Wangzai milk and Wahaha, not even beer."
"..." Jin Linkun: "Friend, let's discuss it and even out—"
Yu Sheng: "Deal."
When he came out of the Internet cafe and was about to go back after paying the bill, Yu Sheng suddenly remembered the previous situation inexplicably and seemed a little familiar.
He has too many things to remember. Usually, these kinds of things are automatically classified into daily-disposable memories. People who have seen one or two times probably can't remember them. .
But he still felt that one afternoon last winter, when he was bored out to play games, he seemed to be sprayed with beer by a nerd in a provincial school uniform next to him.
…
But nothing more special seems to have happened.
After such a long time, the impression at that time is also very vague.
The seven groups of people were still looking forward to it, Yu Sheng didn't think much about it, no longer delayed, dragged Jin Linkun over the wall and went directly back to the rehearsal hall.
When the figures of the two people appeared at the door, the entire group of seven couldn't hold back, and cheered loudly.
Even the always stable Ding Zhengjiao didn't restrain the classmates around him. The boys were already rushing towards the door excitedly, and the eyes of several little girls also turned red.
Jin Linkun vaguely recalled the past when he was being held down and rubbed against the "God of Learning". He instinctively paused when entering the door. Before he had time to exit, he was blocked by Yu Sheng who followed.
"Go." Yu Sheng patted him on the shoulder and raised his eyebrows slightly, "So many friends are waiting for you."
Jin Linkun was stunned for a while, and after a while, a light quietly lit up in his pupils, he couldn't help but raised the corner of his lips and nodded lightly.
…
Before he could return to his senses, Liang Yifan, who was the first to break through, had already rolled up his sleeves, and threw him in revenge.
"Go!"
Ding Zhengjiao commanded with restraint: "Wherever it tickles, you squeak. You must give Kunshen a memory. Next time, you are not allowed to leave the team at will - Lao Xia, hold your legs, Cen Rui, give Kunshen glasses to Brother Sheng!"
Yu Sheng only had time to raise his hand to take the pair of glasses, and then quickly stepped back a few steps, watching Jin Linkun being drowned in the mighty crowd.
The battle was so intense that Jin Linkun had to go back and change into a suit before the evening's cultural performance began.
Anyway, he had to go on stage at night, so Yu Sheng simply went back with him and changed his clothes on stage ahead of time.
As the only two people in the group with normal attire, Yu Sheng and Jin Linkun still maintained the standard shirt style.
A slim-fitting shirt can just modify the narrow and straight waistline of a teenager of this age. Yu Sheng doesn't usually dress like this, so when he returned after changing his clothes, the entire seven groups were silent for a long time without a trace.
"So does the aura actually depend on the shirt?"
Xia Junhua was yearning and couldn't help but envy: "The forum has been fried for the second time. Brother Sheng probably still doesn't know how many photos he was secretly taken along the way."
Ding Zhengjiao also participated and seriously added: "It depends on the figure and shirt. Brother Sheng's figure is really buried by T-shirts and sweaters."
"Let's talk about this first." Cen Rui, the most popular, held up his mobile phone and was devastated, "Can I give your phone numbers too? It's just that Brother Sheng is devoted to studying and has no intention of falling in love, and the workload has skyrocketed. I don't love it very much now. This youthful love persuades the teacher to quit the job..."
The seven groups were all in the preparation room on the back of the auditorium's rostrum, and Yu Sheng was dragged over by Ding Zhengjiao again, begging him to finally correct the process.
When I came back, I happened to see Jin Linkun talking to Lao Wan, and at the same time changing into the bear suit.
This is Lao Wan's idea to let Jin Linkun wear this outfit and take it off when he plays the piano, hoping to create a clear visual contrast to highlight his handsomeness in the future.
The original design was for two people to come together. In view of the strong desire for survival of the entire seven groups, this plan was only issued to Ding Zhengjiao, and it became that Brother Sheng was in charge of being handsome, and God Kun alone was responsible for creating contrast.
Jin Linkun didn't think she resisted wearing this suit at first, but she regretted the firm position of her roommate: "Friend, is there no chance at all?"
"No." Yu Sheng categorically rejected, "Don't even think about it."
It was difficult for Jin Linkun not to think about it, so he opened his mouth, sat down regretfully, and continued to flip through the sheet music.
He is tall and shoulders wide, even if he wears this cartoon-shaped clothes, unzips the zipper and does not put on the headgear, he can still show a tall and tall figure.
"To be honest, I think Kunshen is still handsome even if he wears this outfit."
In order to block the peach blossoms for Yu Sheng, Cen Rui had to curve to save the country, and secretly took a few pictures of Kunshen: "It's not cute at all, it's still far from the image of the little girls imagined..."
Xia Junhua agreed: "Like the parents of students who came to cooperate with the cameo performance."
"… "
Not knowing that he was promoted to the parent of the entire seventh group this time, Jin Linkun memorized a side of the piano score again, and got up to try his hand.
Yu Sheng entered the dressing room and was about to adjust his appearance on stage at the end, when the phone suddenly ding-dong.
There are too many people who come to ask Yu Sheng's contact information, and there are still a group of people who block it back, and Yu Sheng may die if they take pictures of Yu Sheng secretly.
Cen Rui had nowhere to go, and was forced to accept the task of "providing Kunshen with rare and lovely photos". As a consolation for the classmates who couldn't get the contact information, he was in a hurry to send a group message, and accidentally gave Brother Sheng himself to him. Checked in.
Cen Rui: Kunshen looks like this [picture], this height is handsome in everything, it is impossible to be as cute as Brother Sheng. I have tried my best, I will give you the photos, please let our brother Sheng be spared, he only has learning in his heart! ! !
Yu Sheng looked at the phone and frowned.
… what this height.
He is only a little shorter than Jin Linkun, and he can reach it on tiptoe.
No matter how I looked at it, I felt that the sentence was not pleasing to the eye, Yu Sheng pursed the corners of his lips, put down his phone, and looked at the little dinosaur one-piece suit piled up in the corner of the fitting room.