Don’t Talk To Me!

Chapter 69

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Yu Sheng was held by him, and his hand was halfway up, but it still landed on Jin Linkun's back.

Big deal.

After all, it was also a place where he restrained himself. Yu Sheng opened his mouth, wanting him not to do anything with him on the site of the third middle school, so that people could see the influence of the majesty, but the words were still silent.

It's obviously a trivial thing that doesn't deserve attention, but for some reason, when he was hugged and gently rubbed his head, there were still some extremely unfamiliar emotions in his chest.

It seemed that there was something that he didn't even notice, and the emotions that were already entrenched in his heart were completely scattered in this person's chest.

Yu Sheng pulled the corner of his mouth and pulled Jin Linkun's clothes, signaling him to let go when he was almost hugged.

He was already familiar with Sheng's little actions. Jin Linkun lowered his head and smiled, and was about to withdraw his arm when the director of the Education Office, who had finished chatting, just walked out from the Academic Affairs Office: "..."

Jin Linkun touched the tip of his nose, met the suddenly sharp gaze of the third lieutenant tyrant in his arms, coughed lightly, and tried his best to move his arm down without leaving a trace.

The director of the education department held his hands behind his back and raised his chin: "Hold, hold for a while."

Jin Linkun lowered his head and tried to seek the opinion of the school tyrant: "Is this sentence true or ironic?"

Yu Sheng had a headache, and was about to speak when the director of the education department continued his education vigorously: "It's long overdue to hug, how many times have I told you parents, don't be stingy to show love and encouragement to your children?"

"… "

The director of the education department was very serious, supervising Jin Linkun not to let go, and hugged him for another fifteen seconds.

When Yu Sheng beat up someone, he had to be punished because the little gangster in the third year of high school had already been beaten to the point of being inhuman, and his family had some power, and he kept clamoring for an explanation.

Originally, as long as the investigation was clear, the school could still block it, but Yu Sheng insisted on not involving Yang Fan, so he could only take the easiest way to deal with it.

Anyway, it's just an in-school punishment, just withdraw it before the college entrance examination, it won't be brought into the file, it's not too serious.

These teachers just always felt that someone had to praise the little bastard for this.

After all, being a teacher is not easy to praise directly, so I want to ask the parents to explain the situation, and let the parents encourage the students and tell the students that it is right to do so.

It’s right to help other students, and it’s right to take action with righteousness. There may be a little violence in the process, but what needs to be corrected is only the way, not the position.

But the phone call passed. One of the two contacts was busy with work, and the other was busy with teaching the children some interest training. They only said a few words and then hung up the phone in a hurry.

The director of the education department has always had great opinions on Sheng's parents. This time, when he finally saw someone, he nagged them directly from the corridor into the education department.

Jin Linkun was trained honestly, looking at the children who were obviously pressing the corners of their mouths and wouldn't help. He really had no choice but to try to save himself: "Director, in fact, I'm not the parent of Yu Sheng."

The director of the education department pushed the glasses and looked at him carefully from the lenses: "Aren't you?"

"Yes, look." Jin Linkun stood a little closer to him, "Actually I am—"

He was only halfway through when Yu Sheng kicked him from behind.

Jin Linkun: "..."

The director of the education department bowed his head suspiciously and turned over on the table.

For students like Yu Sheng, who are in another sense of the school's name, the basic files of contact information are all on file with them. It happened that Sheng had changed it a while ago when school started, and the materials were put on the table after they were taken out, and they had not been cleaned up yet.

The director of the education department carefully flipped through the document mountain, took out a copy and slapped it on the table, and made a phone call according to the newly changed emergency contact.

After a few seconds, the mobile phone in Jin Linkun's pocket rang happily.

Jin Linkun: "..."

Yu Sheng: "…"

The director of the education department was very angry: "Look, I will say you parents!!!"

Not only did he not take his children's education to heart, but he dared to lie.

More than an hour later, Yu Sheng's parents, who had been disgraced by the director's training, were finally released from the education department.

The day students downstairs had already started to leave school, and it was a little noisy, and the sound of running and running shook up across the floor.

There was too much time, and Yu Sheng even went back to class quite leisurely to pack a schoolbag, and was leaning against the outside corridor to play with his mobile phone.

The students in Class 7 warmly welcomed the arrival of the new Xueba. When Yu Sheng went back to pack his things, a group of people who usually only knew about English papers were at Yang Fan's desk, queuing up to ask questions.

Yu Sheng glanced at it in the past, all of them were very basic grammar problems, and some of them were even at the level of junior high school level.

Yang Fan had never spoken to so many people before. His face was flushed with nervousness, but his eyes were bright under the glasses at the bottom of the wine bottle.

Yu Sheng stood on the side and watched for a while, completely relieved, and walked out of the classroom with his schoolbag.

Jin Linkun received an hour-long education on "How to be a Qualified Parent" at the Education Office, and now his respect for the teachers of No. 3 Middle School has reached its peak, and he went out a bit in a trance, and was led out by Yu Sheng: " Friends, I want to know, is this the skill of your director of education alone or the tradition of the whole school... "

"Tradition of the whole school." Yu Sheng thought for a while, "Every time we have the opening ceremony of the sports meeting, it takes one day."

The principal speaks, the principal speaks, and the principal speaks after the director speaks.

Sometimes everyone went out to buy food and eat at noon, and the sports team leader teacher who came in the last round had to emphasize the spirit of sportsmanship and competition in front of the sparse audience.

Then in the afternoon, the national flag will be raised and the national anthem will be sung, and the participating classes will appear in strange shapes, overwhelming the playground.

The day went by so perfectly.

Therefore, every three sports meeting lasts for five days.

Jin Linkun did a simple mental calculation, but still didn't match the numbers: "Why five days?"

Yu Sheng: "It will take another day for the closing ceremony."

"… "

"Come on, the sports meeting is a few days before the eleventh holiday."

Yu Sheng raised his eyebrows, glanced at Jin Linkun's expression, and couldn't help but raised the corner of his mouth: "Would you like to experience it?"

Most high school seniors do not participate in the sports meeting, but their principal firmly believes that this is the best way to enhance the cohesion of the class and vent the excess energy of the majority of students.

Facts have proved that the Games did significantly reduce the rate of disciplinary violations within one or two months before and after, so this fine tradition has been preserved.

Jin Linkun rubbed his forehead, took a breath, and met the child's rare gloating eyes, but still couldn't hold back, leaning on his shoulder and laughing.

I couldn't figure out where the laughing point was, and the two of them suddenly couldn't stop laughing.

The boy was tall and long and his arms were a little complicated. He was leaning against a stairwell that no one passed by. His chest was quivering slightly, and even his warm breath was passed along.

Jin Linkun was tired from laughing, held Yu Sheng's arm, and leaned back as soon as he relaxed.

The two people were standing a little far away from the wall. Yu Sheng subconsciously pulled a hand, but the force on the other side was suddenly much stronger than him, and he pulled him over.

Yu Sheng didn't stand still, and staggered forward two steps: "Why?"

Jin Linkun looked at him, his eyes were still bent, but the smile in his eyes had faded, only his shadow was filled with extra seriousness.

Although he intuitively felt that the atmosphere of this scene should be good, Yu Sheng looked up at him for a while, but couldn't help but say, "Remind you, your expression is very kind now."

Jin Linkun: "..."

"Wait a minute, I've been brainwashed a bit seriously."

Jin Linkun took off his glasses, shoved them into Yu Sheng's hands, rubbed his face hard, and turned the person over with Yu Sheng's shoulder.

Inexplicably, Yu Sheng turned around for half a circle, holding his glasses and turning his back to him: "Are you going to teach me the practice?"

… I can’t show my children any martial arts movies when I get home.

Jin Linkun coughed twice, gropingly held his hand, took the glasses back, and led the person to turn back and meet his gaze.

After being educated by the director of the education department for an hour, Jin Linkun realized that Yu Sheng had come to apply for high school by dragging his luggage alone.

It turns out that every time Yu Sheng is asked to be a parent, the education department secretly finds a teacher who is facing the students to help confront the parents of the opposite students, and make clear who is right and who is wrong.

Therefore, Yu Sheng violated the school rules less and less frequently. He tried his best not to do anything about anything. Later, he almost became the first school bully in the third middle school who followed the rules and did not arrive late or leave early.

It turned out that Yu Sheng, a freshman in high school, was in a bad mood, and would sit alone on the rooftop for a long time, so frightened that the principal almost climbed the ladder to talk to him.

Later, because the principal looked too dangerous, Yu Sheng, who was so frightened that he just wanted to see the scenery, leaned down on the railing, and brought the principal tremblingly holding the ladder and holding the horn back to the ground.

Jin Linkun listened to the nagging of the director of the education department, and pieced together the impressions of Sheng's two years in high school, and the thoughts that occasionally popped up in his chest suddenly became very clear.

… painfully clear.

But their children should not be distressed.

Yu Sheng grew up alone, and he became the strongest and gentlest, able to get up, stretch out his hand, and protect others.

The contents hidden in that icy looking shell are clear and clear, so clean and pure that they are not stained with dust.

Later, Jin Linkun thought, he should feel proud.

Thinking that his boyfriend was so good, he couldn't help but feel honored, and wanted to stay by Yu Sheng's side all the time, watching him transform and watch him shine.

Want to say too much, language can express too little.

Jin Linkun looked at him for a while, but still pulled the corners of his lips and smiled: "... Forget it."

If you don't know, try another way.

Yu Sheng watched him lean down, his lips suddenly warmed slightly.

Jin Linkun turned to the side and circled him into the corner, his voice was so low that there was only air flow: "Boyfriend, is there any surveillance?"

"..." Yu Sheng said in his heart that he didn't see you worrying about this when he laughed like a lunatic just now. He looked a little impatiently at the bottom of his eyes, but he couldn't say anything for some reason.

The heart thumped with an afterthought, hitting somewhere unknown.

"It's broken long ago." Yu Sheng, "Otherwise, you should have heard the voice of the director of the education department and asked the two classmates who were stuck in the stairwell on the sixth floor to come to the education department."

Jin Linkun leaned against him and smiled softly.

The subwoofer is really annoying.

Yu Sheng pursed the corners of his mouth, wanting to ask this person not to use other provocative methods all the time, so he opened his mouth and was sealed with a real kiss.

I don't know how long it took, Yu Sheng heard his unusually rapid breathing.

Jin Linkun's breathing was also rapid, the hot air hit his temples, and his dark eyes were full of his shadow.

The somewhat unfamiliar sense of loss of control made Yu Sheng feel uneasy instinctively, so he couldn't help struggling, a hand fell on his back and rubbed it several times soothingly.

"Relax, it's okay..."

Jin Linkun's voice was hoarse than usual, and his hot lips were pressed against his: "It's alright, I'm here."

Yu Sheng was slightly startled, his body was already before consciousness, and he relaxed between his arms.

The corridors were empty, and the echoes of gasps could almost be heard.

The boyfriend who was once mistaken for his parent's kissing skills was not as reliable as he showed. After several bumps and bumps, the boy's strength was so strong that he couldn't stop it, and his movements were a little jerky and nervous.

Yu Sheng seriously doubted that the corners of his mouth might have been kowtowed.

But inexplicably do not want to move away.

He groped, took Jin Linkun's hand, and clasped it firmly one finger at a time.

The palms were tightly pressed against each other, and I didn't know who was stronger, and it was painful to grasp.

Yu Sheng closed his eyes.

There seemed to be an extraordinarily large book, and with a clatter, a page turned over in his ear, revealing new, completely blank page numbers.

All the content of the past has been turned over with this page, and it has been turned thoroughly and cleanly.

The rest of the space is theirs.

his.

The next day, Duan Lei widened his eyes and looked at the bruise on the corner of his brother Sheng's mouth: "..."

Yu Sheng: "No, shut up."

Duan Lei was so wronged: "Brother Sheng, I haven't asked!"

"I wasn't beaten by the man in black, I wasn't kidnapped, I wasn't threatened, I didn't blink."

Yu Sheng said everything and looked at him kindly: "Are there any questions?"

"..." Duan Lei sat back in his seat and opened his English book.

Since the early self-study, the whole class of the third and seventh grades of senior high school has fallen into a frenzy of learning.

"The average score of the first class is 82 points. There were 41 people with a total score of 3362 points. Even if Lao Yang only took 100% of the test, their average score became 81.55 points!"

The squad leader's eyes were bright, and he waved the counting paper: "There are only 30 people in our class, and the average score is 64 points. With Lao Yang's 100 points, the average score has jumped to 65.16! Now we have less than 17 points left in front of us. difference!"

In two months, it is undoubtedly unrealistic to mention all subjects together, but if you want to specialize in one subject, especially under the premise of low basic scores, you may not be able to make significant progress.

Yu Sheng turned the pen twice and opened the English book again.

Jin Linkun unexpectedly attached great importance to this make-up class. He stayed up late last night to prepare for the half-dorm class. When he slept, the small lamp in front of the desk was still on.

The English books at home may have been moved to the desktop. Jin Linkun was wearing short-sleeved pajamas, with a laptop in front of him, typing on the keyboard intently.

From the grammar and sentence structure of junior high school difficulty, the courseware is done carefully and in detail.

I can't see the pretence of the person who said that he needed to understand understanding, stood on the podium and dazzled his words, and said "because the ABD is not right, it is obvious to choose C".

Yu Sheng got up from the bed, touched a piece of clothing, and watched with him for a while.

Strange to say, those English words that are usually annoying to look at are suddenly not so annoying under the little lamp that is a little dim.

Especially when being held by Jin Linkun's hand, sitting sticky together, and being slapped by this person and kissing the corners of the mouth twice, and claiming that tutoring fees are paid in installments.

Yu Sheng was used to learning English every time, and suddenly it was so easy, but he was still a little uncomfortable.

She slept well in the second half of the night.

When he woke up in the morning and found that he had slept until dawn this time without dreaming, Yu Sheng was still a little unresponsive.

Duan Lei and the others all knew that Yu Sheng hated English the most, and seeing that he seemed to memorize the words for a while, he could not help but care about a few words after class, and Yu Sheng just held it down to help him think what was going on.

Yu Sheng's words have always been concise, and those who can speak clearly in one sentence usually do not waste the second sentence. Duan Lei listened to the reaction for a long time, and finally figured out what he wanted to ask.

"Brother Sheng... So your question is why you suddenly don't have a headache reading English."

Duan Lei took a deep breath and summed up Yu Sheng's question: "And last night, I suddenly found out that learning English is very easy. I recited a dozen pages of words, and I slept peacefully. Haven't you forgotten it yet?"

Yu Sheng nodded: "Yes."

Duan Lei: "..."

It was the first time I saw Duan Lei ruthlessly throwing off Brother Sheng and returning to his seat, Yao Qiang, who was watching the fun, couldn't help but lean over: "What's the matter, when did you become so courageous?"

"fart."

Duan Lei turned over a page of clozes that were all wrong, and pressed him back with a blank expression: "The reaction I'm making now is already the most eager to survive of all the reactions I've come up with in my brain."

Yao Qiang didn't hear the previous relationship, and was so curious that he was going crazy: "Did you make up for something else? Like what?"

Duan Lei put down the book and looked up: "For example, when Brother Sheng was walking, he suddenly fell and quickly put a sack on Brother Sheng and punched him."

"Or take advantage of the fact that Brother Sheng was pressed against the wall and kissed so hard to breathe, he quickly put a sack on Brother Sheng and punched him."

"Or while Brother Sheng was stunned by the aliens falling from the sky, he quickly put a sack on Brother Sheng and punched him."

"… "

Yao Qiang was shocked by his rich imagination, "Brother, you need a lot of external force."

"Nonsense." Duan Lei's understanding of himself is very clear, "Do you think I can live for three seconds in front of Brother Sheng with a sack without using such an external force?"

Not quite sure what kind of stimulation his good brother was receiving, Yao Qiang patted him on the shoulder comfortingly: "Okay, stop dreaming, hurry up and memorize the words... By the way, why is Brother Sheng pressed against the wall and kissed so hard to breathe? Angry?"

Duan Lei didn't dare to put a sack on him and punch Brother Sheng at all, so he just listed three situations that he thought could never happen, and he asked two big ones: "Do you think Brother Sheng will suddenly be walking while walking? Fall on the ground, or get knocked out by aliens?"

"No." Yao Qiang shook his head, "But among the three, I'm more curious about the middle one."

Duan Lei: "..."

The author has something to say: Duan Lei: Brother Sheng will never fall on the ground, nor will we be knocked unconscious by aliens.