On the carnival night the day before the school started, they were arrested to give a lecture, and a group of people led by Duan Lei felt that the opposite of the video might not be the real Yu Sheng.
Or they were caught by the summer camp and carried out some inhumane experiments.
However, because Yu Sheng had accumulated power for a long time, a group of teenagers who were still holding playing cards and a mouse did not dare to move. explained the topic of the evening.
When Yu Sheng turned off the video and went to bed, everyone seemed to have gained peace of mind and sublimation.
"Tell the truth." Three hundred and two were dying, "When Brother Sheng said he wanted to talk about the topic at first, I actually refused..."
Duan Lei went crazy: "Then you refuse!"
No. 302: "Do I dare? To be shoved from the wall to the outside of the wall by Brother Sheng tomorrow in order not to study?"
Boy No. 2 added: "In order not to study, Brother Sheng went from platinum milk to bronze?"
No. 3 added: "Doudizhu lost 18 games in a row, I happened to meet my mother when I went to the Internet cafe, and took me directly from the Internet cafe to the second floor of the Internet cafe?"
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The last person raised his hand and concluded: "For these, small things like learning, I think we can still tolerate it completely."
The students of No. 3 Middle School comforted each other for a short while, grabbed the homework that they had finished without realizing it, and went offline each. With a wealth of newly gained knowledge, they fell asleep in a daze.
Yu Sheng couldn't hold back, turned over on the bed, and found three more candies under the pillow.
Pressing a small note.
After realizing that his paintings were even more difficult to recognize than cursive, Jin Linkun said goodbye to the fine brush painting method, returned to simple and easy-to-understand simple strokes, and drew him a big smiley face on the sticky note.
The following is also very neatly written in small print.
- "Sleep well, children, and have happy dreams."
Yu Sheng took the note, read it several times, couldn't help pulling the corner of his mouth, and pressed it back under the pillow again.
How can this man manage so much...
No matter what dreams you have.
I don't know if it's because Jin Linkun, who has to take care of everything, looks really annoying. Yu Sheng fell asleep not long after, and he didn't really have those messy dreams.
I just dreamed that he ate too much candy, his teeth hurt so much that he couldn't speak, and his face was swollen into a steamed bun.
Yu Sheng, who woke up in the morning, felt that this was a hint of fate. He hesitated for a few seconds while touching the candy in the cardboard box, but put all the candies back, leaving one in his pocket.
The work of returning to school is mainly to issue books and receive homework, plus announce the next course schedule.
It's officially the third year of high school, and suddenly faced with the pressure of further studies, the atmosphere doesn't seem to have changed much, and it seems that everywhere is starting to become vaguely tense.
The entire third floor of the high school is covered with all kinds of slogans that are very refreshing. There are fewer people wandering in the corridors. The bulletin board at the corner of the stairs is also posted with last year's honor roll, and the big red characters are very eye-catching.
Yu Sheng went upstairs with his schoolbag and found the classroom, where most of the people were already seated.
As soon as Duan Lei saw him, he rushed over anxiously: "Brother Sheng! Come on, sit down first..."
Before he could react, Yu Sheng had already been dragged by him to sit down and carefully circled twice.
Yu Sheng was a little puzzled and asked the boys in the front row: "Yao Qiang, what is he doing?"
Yao Qiang was the lucky 302 who escaped the make-up class. A group of them were taught by Yu Sheng in the middle of the night yesterday, and their homework was almost completed. They were even a little uncomfortable this morning.
After being called, Yao Qiang immediately turned around and sold the well-intentioned Duan Lei without hesitation: "Lei Zi is looking for a stitch to see if you have been implanted with a chip."
"… "
Duan Lei, who was brought back to his seat, protected his head, and couldn't help worrying: "I'm really worried! How can you be so disloyal? Who knows what that summer camp did to Brother Sheng!"
Yao Qiang patted him: "To tell you the truth, listening to Brother Sheng's topic is already the most loyal thing we can do."
Several boys who played well were too busy, and turned around to express their approval.
Duan Lei searched around, but couldn't find anyone on the same front. Lonely, he took out his mobile phone and continued to look up a hundred ways to solve the evil.
In the third year of high school, in order to facilitate the small test at any time, the seats have become single-person and single-table. Yu Sheng picked a seat by the window, sat for a while, and then took out his phone and looked at it.
He was actually a little worried.
After all, those bad things happened in the province, even if Jin Linkun promised him several times that he would get along well with the teachers and classmates of the new class, Yu Sheng still couldn't help but flip through his phone every once in a while to see. Is there anything important to miss.
But the person who was worried seemed to have no such self-consciousness, and was still swiping the screen one by one abnormally, giving him no chance to find the key points.
Once upon a time there was a mountain: I saw our principal, and his hair was quite thick.
Once upon a time, there was a mountain: it seemed like it was going to rain in this weather, and my garlic seedlings seemed to be placed by the window, and I don’t know if I could hold on.
Once upon a time there was a mountain: the wind was quite strong, are the windows at home closed
Once upon a time there was a mountain: I ate a good Roujiamo this morning, it's in our backstreet, I'll take you there tomorrow.
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One sentence didn't match up very well, it jumped out in a mess, couldn't find the slightest logic, but it obviously seemed to be in a good mood.
I don't know how this person poked the completely unpeeled garlic into the water, how he still had the confidence to expect it to grow garlic sprouts.
Yu Sheng handed in the application form for day study and received the book list that was handed out. Holding the mobile phone in one hand, he was distracted to listen to He Jianguo, the head teacher, talking about the next arrangement on the podium.
Glancing over the last two messages, his fingertips paused unconsciously, but he didn't immediately reply.
How could someone... be able to mature like this on their own.
As if his home was his home.
There was no message from the other side for a while, Yu Sheng sat holding the phone for a while, edited several replies to keep him awake, and finally deleted them all and typed on the keyboard again.
Yu Sheng: Closed.
Yu Sheng: After cleaning up all night, why do you have so many things
Jin Linkun himself actually didn't know how there were so many things.
When he came to the summer camp, the luggage itself was quite a lot, but it was not to this extent. After following Yu Sheng around the street a few times, I don't know why I added a bunch of things here and there, but I didn't want to throw any of them away.
Especially the small sky blue electronic organ, he also specially found a pretty wooden box to put it in, but Yu Sheng didn't recognize it when he rummaged in the suitcase at first.
The purpose of leaving the luggage is to make the children feel at ease. Jin Linkun did not expect that Yu Sheng really spent a night tidying up. I didn't want you to do it in such a hurry.
Yu Sheng said in his heart that if you didn't hide candy in your suitcase, of course, you wouldn't be able to clean up the entire suitcase overnight.
He also deliberately brought the empty suitcase to the living room and slapped it to the bottom for a long time.
…
As a result, three candies were poured out.
He did two things with one mind. He listened to the teacher on the stage and sent a message. When he tapped to send, he realized that something was not right. The withdrawal was two seconds late, and Jin Linkun had already read it.
Yu Sheng felt that he could feel the complacency on the other side through the phone, and looking at the prompt "the other side is replying", he simply knocked over: Shut up.
The other side shut up cooperatively for three seconds, and continued to send him messages quickly.
Once upon a time there was a mountain: friends.
Once upon a time there was a mountain: children.
Once upon a time there was a mountain: Little Boyfriend.
The phone buzzed non-stop, Yu Sheng interrupted in time before he continued to add attributive words: Why
It was clear that the screen was swiping very fast just now, but now this person is quiet again, and it took a while before a new reply appeared.
Once upon a time there was a mountain: I wanted to hug you.
There is a temple in the mountains: have you found all the sugar
This was the first time I saw someone chatting and changing their WeChat name. Yu Sheng's chest was a little bit clogged, and he unconsciously grabbed the phone.
For some reason, he suddenly felt that the phone seemed a little hot.
In fact, it didn't seem to be as difficult as he imagined. He asked a few people to give lectures, ate two candies, and slept with a note on his head. Overall, he had a good time last night.
Yu Sheng put down his phone and clenched his empty hand slightly.
The mobilization of the senior year is coming to an end, and the head teacher is on the stage, patiently educating them: "Now is the senior year, the most important year, the school will also strictly control the style of study, everything is focused on learning, and everything is for the college entrance examination."
The head teacher used to teach Chinese, and has always had a good relationship with the classmates. He helped the students in the class to avoid many criticisms, and he is familiar with the various routines of this group of students: "Students who have not established a long-term or short-term stable relationship should strive for Persevere until the third year of high school graduation. If you have already established it, try not to be too public. Everyone supervises each other and covers each other, and focus on studying. This year can’t be delayed…”
The class is counting the list of resident students and day students, and it has been passed from front to back, and most of them are designated as living on campus.
The dormitory of senior three is specially divided, and the dormitory conditions and environment are much better than those of senior one and senior two, but the number is limited. The school only counts this time. Those who decide to go to school will not be divided into dormitories. Unless someone quits the dormitory later, there is basically no chance to go back.
Yu Sheng put down the phone, took the form that was passed over, and ticked the commute reading column, paused for a moment, and then subconsciously traced it twice.
Duan Lei saw that he had sent a message for a long time, and now he saw Yu Sheng fascinated by the day reading list, he couldn't help but probe over: "Brother Sheng, Brother Sheng?"
He still couldn't help worrying, the more he made up his mind, the more terrifying he became, and he lowered his voice: "Did they still send someone to follow you? That kind of particularly cold black man lives in your house and escorts you to study hard every day..."
When Yu Sheng was asked by him, he raised the tip of his pen, couldn't help laughing lightly, and nodded: "...Yes."
Duan Lei was even more frightened: "???"
Yu Sheng handed him the list, put up his arms, picked up the phone and replied: I don't know, how much have you hidden
Jin Linkun is very involved in the play, and still insists on his own setting: it is not hidden, but his pocket is leaked.
The corners of Yu Sheng's mouth turned up unconsciously, and chatted down with him: OK, how much did you miss
The phone vibrated twice, and the message on the other end came back quickly.
There is a math problem in the temple: I have received forty-eight candies, eleven in the kitchen, nineteen in the bedroom, three in the suitcase, and twelve in the living room.
There is a math problem in the temple: I am currently eating the third candy, and there is only one left to finish it.
There is a math problem in the temple: Question, can I pick up my child later and go home with him