Yu Sheng frowned and looked up briefly from the fierce battle with the system.
The black shirt was stuck at the door, with two cups of porridge in his hand, his sluggish posture was rarely shaken by the call of heaven, and he was looking up at the loudspeaker loudspeaker.
Under everyone's attention, the black shirt tilted his head for a while, looked down, and crossed the seats with the question, "Is your school always so awesome?", and looked directly at Yu who was sitting in the last row. Sheng.
Yu Sheng: "…"
Duan Lei sat on the edge, stuck his head out, and looked carefully.
He is a little short-sighted, the distance here is too far, and he can't see the specific appearance of the person at the door. He only knows that his shoulders are wide and his legs are 1.85 meters long. He seems to be wearing glasses. A black shirt with an elite atmosphere in the workplace.
If it weren't for the two cups of millet porridge in his hand, which came from the porridge shop in Wainanmenwai Street, it is estimated that he would be a little more elite.
In any case, even if this existence just looks, it is obviously not the same class as the high school students who are wearing school uniforms and scurrying around the corridor.
Duan Lei looked at the door and looked at Yu Sheng, swallowed, and said carefully: "Brother Sheng, your father... so young?"
Yu Sheng met the sight of the black shirt, and took a deep breath with an expressionless face.
The battered mouse finally clicked and shattered when it was overwhelmed.
Two minutes later, Yu Sheng stood in the empty corridor, exhausted physically and mentally, with two Band-Aids on his hands.
The mouse is broken and has to be replaced with a new one, and that camera position can't be used now. Under the perseverance and perseverance of the director of the education department to read it again, Yu Sheng swallowed a mouthful of blood, closed his eyes and left the examination room.
The black shirt was so shocked that he quit long ago, carrying two cups of porridge, and was standing outside waiting for him.
He probably didn't expect things to be so big. When he saw Yu Sheng, he opened his mouth and coughed softly: "That—"
Yu Sheng's hair was written indifferently: "Dad?"
Black shirt: "… "
It seems like I can't talk here today.
Yu Sheng glanced at him, saw the two cups of porridge, closed his eyes, and suppressed the irritable anger that went straight to his forehead: "My stomach pain has nothing to do with you."
The black shirt was slightly startled, and raised his eyebrows.
"You don't need-"
Yu Sheng opened his mouth, and felt that it was a bit too self-indulgent to speak like this. He swallowed the remaining half of the sentence and said coldly: "My stomach hurts when I'm hungry, don't get me wrong. People's pancakes."
The black shirt opened his mouth, couldn't hold back, and chuckled lightly.
Yu Sheng got angry when he saw his smile, and he made it clear. He turned to go back to the examination room, but his arm was gently grabbed by someone.
Before he had a seizure, one hand had already pressed on the top of his head, and he patted it twice, and two heavy cups of millet porridge fell into his arms: "Be obedient."
Yu Sheng froze slightly.
He hadn't heard the word in a long time.
The deep and mellow voice seemed to be shaken from the chest, and the end sound contained a kind of lazy and casual good-natured connivance.
The hands on the top of the head were warm and dry, and a little bit of temperature fell through the top of the hair, mixed with the aroma of black tea from somewhere. The millet porridge was still a little hot, and it was stuck to the stomach through the clothes, and the throbbing pain in the stomach also inexplicably eased.
Yu Sheng held the two cups of millet porridge and briefly shook his head.
Before he could regain his senses and threw the porridge back, the black shirt had already retracted his hand, and withdrew in time to the shortest radius he could shoot.
Yu Sheng felt that he was not a violent person, so he put the porridge in his hand and glanced at him angrily: "I'm taking the test, I didn't plan to do anything with you."
The black shirt was inexplicably promoted by the director of the education department. He respected the role, and still stood cautiously one meter away from him, nodding with relief: "Good boy."
Yu Sheng: "…"
You can probably make an appointment after the exam.
Just do it and hit that to death.
The invigilator walked back and forth a few times, and the mouse in his seat had been replaced.
Yu Sheng didn't want to devote the precious time of the afternoon to such a meaningless waste of life. He rubbed his temples and prepared to go back to continue writing questions. His eyes swept across the black shirt that was leaning against the corridor in a sluggish posture before, but his footsteps were unexpected. Involuntarily paused.
South Gate Outer Street is not too far from here, you can get there by jumping over the wall. But in the middle of the exam, he ran over the wall and went out to buy two cups of porridge. Even if Yu Sheng never failed to pass the goal, he had never seen such a freewheeling operation.
Especially the other party looks like a good student.
Yu Sheng's own grades have always been stable below the passing line, but he has always respected the efforts of students with good grades. The few students who study hard in No. 3 Middle School rely on him to cover them, so they have a space to concentrate on their studies.
Yu Sheng looked at the time, then looked at the person who was still leaning leisurely in the corridor, and couldn't help frowning: "Aren't you going to take the exam?"
"Test."
The black shirt rubbed his forehead: "The system is too perverted, you have to answer it again when the speed is too fast, I can't stand it anymore, come out and breathe."
Yu Sheng opened his eyes in surprise.
Even a scumbag.
Just looking at his face, he really didn't expect that the other party would have the same troubles as him.
It was probably because the questioning was too broken, and suddenly someone stood on the same front as him, Yu Sheng had an inexplicable urge to sympathize with each other, and most of the original anger disappeared: "You were also stopped? "
"Thirteen times."
The black shirt sighed lightly, noticed the word "also" he used, and raised his eyebrows a little unexpectedly, "My friend, are you so stuck?"
"Thirteen times you didn't look for skills..."
Yu Sheng was helpless and taught him the experience: "Just hold the pulse to answer the question, six heartbeats for one question, just won't be blocked, and you can still get stuck."
In order not to give candidates a clear concept of time, the question bank is displayed in full screen, and there is no place for countdown at all. Yu Sheng tried to look at the watch in the examination room, who knew that the second hand of that bastard's silent quartz clock would actually rotate at a constant speed, and he couldn't pinpoint where the five seconds would go.
Having completely overturned the previous speculation about the black shirt, Yu Sheng glanced at him and rolled up his sleeves: "Can you feel the pulse?"
The young man has not yet started to formally draw bars, his bones are slender, and his thin wrists are exposed from the cuffs.
I can't see the neatness of the force when beating people at all.
The black shirt raised his eyebrows.
He looked at the young man in front of him, his long and narrow eyes hidden behind the lenses, and bent a little bit with interest.
"Won't."
He approached the past, Xuan Ting's broad shoulders leaned down, and took the initiative to reach out, his voice was low: "You teach me?"
Yu Sheng: "…"
This person always has the ability to remind himself how much he deserves to be beaten when he just doesn't want to beat him.
Just got stuck seven times by the system, Yu Sheng looked at the warrior in front of him who was still stuck thirteen times, adjusted his mind, grabbed his wrist, grabbed the other hand and pressed it up: " Did you find it?"
The boy's hands were long and slender, with clear bones, the skin of the knuckles and palms touching each other, quickly dyed with each other's temperature.
The black shirt frowned and raised his eyes: "Why are your hands so cold?"
Yu Sheng took a deep breath.
Teach him to time the questions, but he doesn't know his pulse, but teach him to look for his pulse, but he still thinks his hands are cold.
This person really deserves to be beaten to a certain extent. It is really a miracle created by this face that he can live to this day.
Once again, meditating that the other party was stuck thirteen times, Yu Sheng ignored his words, pressed his index finger and middle finger down, and asked a word: "Look, yes, no, yes?"
Aware of the majestic killing intent on the verge of exploding on the boy, the black shirt nodded in time and said concisely, "I found it."
Yu Sheng successfully retreated, shook off his hand, and turned back to the classroom.
Three hours passed by minute by minute.
After almost dignified the answer to the last question, Yu Sheng clicked to submit, threw the mouse away, and threw himself back into the chair.
The bell for the end of the morning session rang.
The students who were about to be tortured crazy by the overwhelming amount of questions poured out of each examination room in an instant.
The third middle school, who was familiar with the terrain, went straight to the cafeteria, like a locust crossing the border. The key provincial students who came to take the exam had a classroom specially arranged for lunch break. Most of them brought their lunch and were discussing today's exam questions enthusiastically while filling their stomachs.
The question bank does not prohibit answering subjects from skipping subjects, nor does it limit the order of answering questions. There are many people who try to memorize the answers and compare them. When they meet, they find that everyone's questions are in different order. In addition, the number of questions is too large and the knowledge points are too scattered. Review notes for several subjects in the afternoon.
Yu Sheng didn't squeeze with the main force, collapsed in the chair, and swam back for a while with concentration.
"Brother Sheng, Brother Sheng?"
Duan Lei went over to get his schoolbag and helped him bring the clothes back together: "Does your stomach still hurt? Do you need a break? Can I buy you something to eat?"
Yu Sheng rubbed his wrist and shook his head: "No, it's all over."
He got up, glanced at the two empty millet porridge cups, paused, took them together, and threw them into the trash can.
In fact, he usually doesn't like porridge at all. He always feels that soup and water are not enough, and it is not as good as rice, noodles, and steamed buns.
But today's millet porridge is really well stewed, soft and sweet, with a lot of red dates. He bit the straw while answering the question, and unknowingly drank the two cups of porridge.
Having something in his stomach doesn't hurt, Yu Sheng rubbed his sore eyes staring at the screen, and put on his coat: "Let's go, let's eat."
"Okay—Brother Sheng, are you finished so soon?"
Duan Lei hurriedly trotted after him: "I really broke down in the back, and I just wanted to be blinded by my feeling, but it turned out that I couldn't be fast, nor slow, nor even numbered, so I went back to answer the questions honestly."
He was a little discouraged and rubbed his hair: "I guess at my speed, I can't answer the answer in one day today..."
Yu Sheng put on his school uniform and walked down, when he heard his words, his feet suddenly stopped.
Duan Lei followed blankly and stopped: "What's wrong... Forgot something?"
"… "
Yu Sheng had a headache for a while, closed his eyes, and pressed his temples hard: "It's okay."
With a thousand questions, it is of course possible that you can't answer them all.
Of course, the question bank system can't force people to stay, and the computer will be bombed without answering all the questions.
... So why did he not sleep all morning, hand in the papers as he couldn't answer the questions, and have to cover up all the thousand questions honestly