Don’t Talk To Me!

Chapter 66

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"Squad leader."

The students in the class couldn't see the specific situation in the corridor, so they couldn't help but consult their class monitor who was standing by the crack of the door: "What happened outside?"

"Why is there a muffled sound of flesh hitting the ground?"

"Who won, Kunshen or the delivery man, did Kunshen take revenge for us?"

"Why are the Sports Committee's eyes green?"

The class leader turned back, faced the 100,000 students who had a reason, stretched out his arms and closed the back door: "Don't ask, don't look, don't be curious."

The boy next to him had already seen the entanglement of the two people's clothes, and he was caught off guard and cut off his eyes, and he was so sorry: "Why!"

"For your own good."

The monitor who witnessed the scene in the hallway spoke earnestly, pressed the door firmly, and kindly prepared a beautiful illusion for a group of underage classmates: "Kunshen defeated the deliveryman and pulled people out of the hallway, you smell, there is no food. scent."

Kunshen, who is said to have defeated the deliveryman, limped along with the good-looking and good delivery boy, pushed open an empty activity room, and led people in.

Carrying the food, Yu Sheng found an empty table and put it down: "Okay, am I so ruthless?"

This person needs to be beaten too much, and he can't move if he is serious. Now, he basically kicks him twice as a token gesture, waiting for when he will save up, and then he will start to educate people.

Although the butt pier looked a bit hard, he also caught the man in time.

He was also caught by the opponent in troubled waters, and took the opportunity to stuff a candy into his mouth.

The scene was a bit chaotic for a time, the warm and soft touch of the fingertips and the hard sweetness of the fruit candy brushed against the lips together, causing people to blush and heartbeat inexplicably.

Yu Sheng's ears were still hot and uncomfortable, so he raised his hand and rubbed it twice, chewed the sugar in his mouth, and swallowed it.

Jin Linkun just limped and moved two chairs, he was startled when he heard the words, and he touched the tip of his nose and returned to normal: "I'm used to it, I didn't pay attention if you didn't say it..."

"… "

As soon as he touched the child's mouth, he was faster than his head. Jin Linkun coughed lightly and tried to explain: "Friend, I think I can—"

"No need to explain."

Yu Sheng opened the plastic bag over the lunch box, pulled out a pair of chopsticks, and threw them over: "Next time, I will remember to focus on what to do."

Jin Linkun has many problems. He has to look at his mobile phone while eating.

After pulling the meat under his chopsticks three times, Yu Sheng finally lost his patience and pulled out his mobile phone and buckled it on the table: "What's so beautiful?"

"Memorandum." Jin Linkun was very sincere, and turned over his phone to show him, "I will make a note of a situation where I might be beaten, try to avoid it."

Yu Sheng: "…"

This person's mobile phone actually recorded all kinds of situations that might be beaten in great detail.

And it's actually been a few pages.

Yu Sheng put the phone back: "Then you add another item."

Jin Linkun is sensitive and studious, picks up the phone: "What?"

Yu Sheng: "Avoid being beaten by reading the memo."

The taste of the food is really good, as expected of an unknown backstreet overlord who has to skip classes to get a position. Although it was a little cold when I brought it all the way, it did not affect the taste at all.

Yu Sheng was dragged by Jin Linkun to eat together recently. The time of three meals became more and more regular. At this moment, he was really hungry, so he buried his head and took a few mouthfuls of rice.

Jin Linkun put the milk into the straw and passed it over, and Yu Sheng took it easily.

The milk carton was too small, and the fingers of the two people folded together and did not separate for two seconds.

Stick a little firmly, gradually dyed with each other's temperature.

Yu Sheng took the milk twice. Seeing that he didn't want to let go, he couldn't help but look up: "Isn't it for me?"

"...Yes." Jin Linkun woke up and handed over the milk, "Drink more milk."

He just suddenly thought that Yu Sheng should not come to him at this time.

Among the two, Yu Sheng, a school bully that not only the third middle school but many people in the province had heard of, was actually the one who obeyed the school rules more.

There were times when it was too late to deliver food at noon, so Jin Linkun asked the teacher for leave and missed the last fifteen minutes of self-study. However, as long as Yu Sheng did not encounter any special circumstances, he would not be late or leave early.

But the kid didn't seem to want to explain it to him.

Jin Linkun ate two mouthfuls of rice, suddenly remembered another thing, took out a power bank from his jacket pocket and handed it over: "Is your phone out of power?"

"Ah." Yu Sheng just remembered, put down his chopsticks and pulled out his phone.

In fact, he doesn't like chatting very much. It has been a habit for these years to carry his mobile phone with him. Charging and replying to messages is purely because of the little red light that the phone's battery is low and the red circle with numbers reminded by the message.

I chat a lot recently, and I still share with Jin Linkun the problems developed in the two schools.

Jin Linkun has been serious in class recently, and more than half of the power of the charging treasure is still left. Yu Sheng took it, connected the power cord to the phone, charged it for a while and restarted it.

The first thing that jumped out was the message Jin Linkun sent him, asking him to choose whether to eat sweet and sour pork loin or dry roasted beans for noon today.

Yu Sheng raised his eyebrows, put down his phone and looked up, meeting the slightly curved eyes of the person opposite.

Intentionally ignoring this naive person, Yu Sheng put down the phone with brows and eyes, but still didn't hold back, the corners of his mouth raised.

This kind of inexplicable little tacit understanding sometimes makes people feel too good to be good.

"I was thinking about whether to go ahead and occupy a seat."

Jin Linkun took a piece of tenderloin and put it in his bowl, raised his hand and rubbed the boy's hair: "I didn't expect that their family hired a handsome takeaway boy in advance."

Yu Sheng opened his mouth to scold him, but the force of rubbing on the top of his head was too comfortable, and the whole person relaxed inexplicably, and put the sweet and sour pork loin in his mouth: "How handsome?"

Jin Linkun: "..."

Unexpectedly, when this person was still stuck, Yu Sheng raised his eyebrows and looked at him with sweet and sour tenderloin.

The boy's brows and eyes were soft and clean, diluting the coldness in his pupils to the greatest extent possible.

It's not the same as usual, it's very relaxed, and it seems a little lazy, chewing something quietly under his palm.

The right cheek bulged a little, and it looked too soft.

"… friend."

At that time, Jin Linkun, who had passed 140 in the Chinese mock exam and won the first place in the city's joint entrance exam, was suddenly a little bit at a loss for words.

Yu Sheng didn't react immediately: "So what is the routine?"

Jin Linkun's Adam's apple moved slightly, and explained to him in detail: "Beat me."

Yu Sheng felt that if there was another domestic violence in their family problems in the future, the problem might not necessarily lie with him.

A meal with chat, eat for half an hour.

Yu Sheng put down his chopsticks and glanced at Jin Linkun, who was still trying to write a draft to praise how handsome he was. He couldn't help but stop him: "Okay, I don't really want to hear it."

Jin Linkun is very talkative: "it's okay, I'll read it to you when you fall asleep."

He spoke very seriously, quickly tapped the last few words with his fingertips, raised his head and glanced at Yu Sheng, and the eyes behind the lenses were satisfied again.

Yu Sheng was about to bow his head, but subconsciously raised his head and glanced.

The person in front of him is obviously a very cold and lazy gentle appearance, but because the smile is too warm and soft, the whole person seems to be several degrees real.

He didn't really doubt it. With Jin Linkun's ability to act, maybe when he fell asleep tonight, this person would really stay by the bed and read to himself an 800-character description of the character's appearance.

terrible.

Yu Sheng thought about that picture, couldn't help shivering, and confiscated his mobile phone in time.

Jin Linkun still has some regrets: "I just thought of a particularly suitable word."

"Keep it for the exam." Yu Sheng patted his arm, "What time do you have class in the afternoon?"

He just wanted to come to Jin Linkun for a meal, and after eating, there would be nothing else. I tidied up the table, wiped the table, and put the garbage in a plastic bag, ready to take it out and throw it away.

Jin Linkun was very reluctant for him to leave immediately: "There is still more than an hour. Come to my classroom for a while?"

As soon as Yu Sheng remembered his experience in the corridor just now, he didn't really want to go to that classroom.

Jin Linkun thought for a while, and put a candy on the edge of the pit for the children: "The material we just sent out today, the mathematical simulation paper, is very good, and I wanted to make a copy for you."

The child couldn't hold back, and tiptoed to pick up the candy, and was carried into the pit.

Yu Sheng sat on Jin Linkun's seat, wearing Jin Linkun's coat, looking at the set of questions in front of him, still didn't understand how he could fall to the point where he was tempted to change his mind by a set of papers.

He lowered his head, wrote down the answers to a few questions, and listened to Jin Linkun happily introducing him: "Yes, my roommate from the summer camp is very good..."

Most of the people in the classroom rushed out of the classroom the moment the bell rang, and the remaining few people brought their own meals, insisted on stationing in the classroom, and continued to study against the clock.

It was the first time that I saw Kunshen, who usually travels alone, brought people back. The school committee who stayed in the classroom couldn't help but wonder a few words, and was pulled down by Jin Linkun in a spring breeze and sat down, and introduced his children in detail. .

Yu Sheng was very suspicious. If he hadn't kicked this person's stool in time, Jin Linkun's introduction to him might have changed from "my roommate in summer camp" to a more terrible summary.

No one was resting in the classroom, and Jin Linkun's story was vivid and detailed, and it didn't take a while to attract the students who were so short of extracurricular life that they were almost blank.

Yu Sheng turned the pen between his fingers a few times, squeezing the open space beside the paper, and the person who wished to jump directly to write "Solution: Obvious" for this jump step took the trouble to emphasize the standard problem-solving steps.

There are actually limited topics in high school mathematics. As long as there are enough questions, the quality of the questions is high enough, and the classification is clear and detailed enough, except for the perverted demon king province where Ge Jun sits, it can basically cover 100% of the new curriculum. Questions over 70.

The question sea tactics are not wrong, the fault lies in blindly brushing the questions without purpose and no gain. Once you have memorized enough routines, a set of moderately difficult math papers can be swept in 20 minutes, except for the last one and the last two questions.

Yu Sheng has been writing questions recently, and these things don't need to be thought through. While filling in the answers, he unknowingly listened to Jin Linkun's stand-up comedy next to him.

… He didn't even realize that they had been through so much in the summer camp.

Obviously, it's only more than a month.

When Lao Wan sent them away, he once patted their shoulders with a smile and said to them, "I hope each of you can get the strength to continue to carry your weight from this period of time."

Yu Sheng clenched his pen twice and looked at the filled test papers.

Jin Linkun gained all the audience in the class, and finally found an occasion to play. While patiently answering questions for the students who were curious about the summer camp, he found every opportunity to praise his roommate.

A boy who is already different from his peers with a youthful temperament, resting one hand on the table, not wearing a school uniform as usual, and his shirt cuffs fit on the slightly raised wrist bone.

However, he couldn't find a bit of the usual laziness and casualness. He leaned forward slightly, and his expression almost radiated light. He said it seriously and proudly.

That undisguised, proud pride.

It's like all your progress and gains, all the joy that you have taken a step forward, someone is happy with you, proud of you unreservedly, and seriously feels that you are the best one.

Yu Sheng couldn't help but raised the corner of his mouth, buried his head again, and continued to solve the following problems.

Jin Linkun finally got out of a group of tyrants who were interested in college summer camps. When he returned to his seat, the children had already finished the set of papers early.

And because he didn't come back for too long, he played with the phone for a while bored, and then fell asleep while holding the phone under the effect of food fatigue.

Jin Linkun also brings school uniforms to school, but he usually doesn't wear them. He chooses styles in various shirts all the year round, so he is often stopped by various new classmates as teachers in the corridor to say hello.

Later, he felt that this might be a little out of gregarious, and he also tried putting on a school uniform over his shirt to integrate into the group.

As a result, the whole class voted that morning, rejecting this too ordinary look.

"Not chic enough." The reasons given by the classmates were very direct. "If you don't wear a shirt, you won't be able to express your divine temperament."

The math class representative agreed: "Without the shirt, what is the difference between Kunshen and those ordinary academic gods, except for their handsome faces?"

The Sports Committee added: "The photo of me worshipping the gods is the black shirt. If I changed the look, it might not work."

It made Jin Linkun think that it was not him that these people accepted, but his black shirts of various styles and shapes.

But children look good in school uniforms.

Yu Sheng looks good in everything she wears, and the clean and pure youthful spirit that can't be hidden is clearly revealed.

The coat was a size bigger than him, Yu Sheng was leaning against the wall, his cheeks were half closed by the raised collar, which slightly covered the curvature of his jaw.

Jin Linkun watched for a while, then sat down with one hand on his head leaning against the wall.

Yu Sheng frowned and wanted to open his eyes, but his eyes were covered in time: "It's alright, just sleep for a while."

He couldn't really come to sleep in the key class, Yu Sheng grabbed his wrist and broke free from sleepiness: "How long is the class?"

The hand holding the wrist was very light, and it was more like pulling him instinctively than to move him away.

Jin Linkun looked at him, tried his best to resist the urge to touch the child's head, and said softly, "Forty minutes is enough for a night's sleep."

Yu Sheng was actually a little sleepy when he wrote the last few questions. He reacted a little slowly for a while, nodded and closed his eyes again.

For students, it is always impossible to sleep during class days.

It may also be because the continuous high-speed operation of thinking is too brain-damaging, and you have to take a nap to cool down.

Or because a certain breath on Jin Linkun's body is too hypnotic.

Yu Sheng was hugged by him and leaned on his shoulders, his eyelashes were lowered, and he was tucked into a slightly oversized coat.

He was still holding the phone when he dozed off, but just as he was about to put it down, he suddenly buzzed twice and picked it up subconsciously.

It was a text message from an unfamiliar number, in a very tentative tone, asking him where he went and when he would come back.

Yu Sheng changed his phone number before going to the summer camp, and now there are still many people's phone numbers that have not been saved, and he often receives text messages from various unfamiliar numbers.

It's almost the end of the month, and it is estimated that it is another classmate who has no traffic.

In the morning, Duan Lei said that he wanted to invite them to the cafeteria to open a small stove, and they took such a terrible English class. Maybe this group of people would be angry and have a meal.

Yu Sheng was already panicking enough at this moment, so he tapped a reply: save the demonstration, if you don't reply, you don't have to wait for me.

Sleeping for at most half an hour, and climbing two walls, it is too late to go back to class after waking up.

Yu Sheng fumbled to set the alarm clock, and shoved the mobile phone into Jin Linkun's hand: "Look at the news, and help me if I have something."

In order to share the table with him, Jin Linkun deliberately brought an empty table and chairs from the back row, hugged him firmly, and nodded reliably: "Don't worry."

Yu Sheng just closed his eyes and opened them again: "Don't turn off my alarm clock again."

Facing the child's gaze, Jin Linkun touched the tip of his nose and coughed lightly to dismiss his thoughts: "...don't worry."

Yu Sheng closed his eyes again.

He leaned on Jin Linkun's shoulder, didn't exert much strength, was embraced by the arms behind him, and unknowingly snuggled into the warm chest and shoulders.

Drowsiness came to the door little by little, entangled with Anxin Nuanyi who couldn't refuse, and dragged people to sink in involuntarily.

Yu Sheng leaned on his shoulder and fell asleep soon after.

Jin Linkun embraced him, lowered his head and seriously watched his boyfriend fall asleep for a while, then picked up the math simulation paper.

The children's habit of doing questions has not changed since the summer camp. The neat and beautiful handwriting fills the corners, which is neater and easier to read than the printed type. Any questions that may involve steps are marked with points for him in detail.

Jin Linkun even worried for a while that too Sheng was so easy to brush the questions, whether he would also help the teacher to mark the points and scores in the examination room in the future.

Taking advantage of the time he was besieged to tell the story, Yu Sheng had already checked the answer, and noted a few error-prone points.

Jin Linkun closed his heart and leaned in with one hand in his arms. He continued to look down at the handwritten and revised answers seriously, and continued to be familiar with the problem-solving routines that could be scored on the paper.

Just after reading a few questions, Yu Sheng's cell phone suddenly lit up beside the table.

It was the call from the unfamiliar number just now.

Jin Linkun quickly pressed mute and was about to answer for him when his eyebrows suddenly raised.

... I didn't look at it carefully just now, but now I look at it clearly, I realize that he seems to remember this call.

It was the personal phone number of the principal of the third middle school next door.