Realizing that he had lost a thousand questions in vain, Yu Sheng couldn't eat a good lunch all day.
Duan Lei held a pot of fish-flavored shredded pork, and sat on the side to give him guidance: "The nature of human beings is like this. After you have overcome difficulties and obstacles and passed many levels, why you pass the level is no longer important, anyway, no matter what. You have to just finish it anyway..."
Yu Sheng walked around, pouring egg fried rice into his mouth one spoonful after another.
Putting aside the question of the nature of human beings, he now vaguely realizes that there is something wrong with him.
Once something starts, even if it can actually be stopped, it must be done with inertia.
For example, in an exam, you don’t have to answer a thousand questions, you don’t have to drink two cups of porridge, and you don’t have to eat all of this eggshell fried rice, which has been left for a long time.
"This is human nature! Brother Sheng, think about it!"
Duan Lei was still babbling on to enlighten him, and the more he talked, the more impassioned he became: "What you want is not the ending, but the process of this challenge! You have overcome it - bah, why is it a steel ball..."
He scolded, picked out a steel wire and threw it aside.
The attitude of the cafeteria of No. 3 Middle School is actually very rude, and it is not surprising to eat anything in the meal. Yu Sheng chewed a piece of eggshell as usual, and swallowed it with the rice: "Iron supplement."
Duan Lei: "..."
No matter how rough the nerves are, he has found something wrong with Yu Sheng by now, leaned over to look, raised his hand and touched it: "Brother Sheng, what's wrong with you... You have a fever?"
Yu Sheng frowned and patted his hand away: "No, eat your meal."
He's just a little annoying.
Not entirely because he was actually covered with a thousand questions.
This kind of trouble is inexplicable, like the hole left after the wisdom tooth extraction, I used to empty it every day, and I didn't feel anything wrong.
Yu Sheng took a deep breath, used some strength on his hands, and pressed the spoon inside the rice grains.
… How on earth would anyone go out to buy porridge when they see a person with a stomachache in the middle of an exam
So distracted, he ate another eggshell.
It was a bit big, and scratching it made his gums hurt. Yu Sheng licked it subconsciously, and the tip of his tongue was followed by a bit of fishy sweetness.
It just so happened that Duan Lei was also thinking about this, and while holding the shredded fish-flavored carrots in his mouth, he sighed with emotion: "That eldest brother is actually an examinee. I've taken it, what kind of scumbag is this grade, so you can be so self-defeating..."
Yu Sheng sucked the blood, took out a tissue to spit out the eggshell, and rubbed his temples: "Everyone has their own aspirations, don't mind your own business."
Duan Lei immediately applauded: "Okay, it really rhymes."
…
Yu Sheng decided to stop the chat.
The exam is about to start in the afternoon, and many students have rushed back to review against time. Yu Sheng threw down the spoon and pulled out another tissue: "The exam is about to start, why don't you go back and read the book?"
"My head is too big. If you don't look at it, you can't see what Ai will be like."
Duan Lei's enthusiasm for learning can never exceed three hours, and answering the question well in the morning is his limit, and he shook his head in disgust: "Anyway, I can't remember it, at most when I see this question, I remember that I once Saw this thread…”
Yu Sheng didn't answer, wiped the table in front of him, and put the bowls, chopsticks and spoons on top of each other.
Duan Lei got used to his habit of having a beginning and an end. He picked up his schoolbag and waited for Yu Sheng to stand up slowly and walk out together.
He was born to talk a lot, and others were annoying, only Yu Sheng had the patience to listen to him most of the time. After the summer vacation, everyone went back to their respective homes, and no one has spoken these days, and it has become crazy.
When he finally saw Yu Sheng again, Duan Lei was so moved that he couldn't keep his mouth shut for a moment, and followed behind him and whispered gossip: "Brother Sheng, do you know that eldest brother? What's your name? Which mountaintop character..."
Yu Sheng didn't hesitate: "I don't know."
Duan Lei sighed in disappointment: "I'm still thinking about getting to know each other. If it's not really a god who pretends to be so forceful, it's probably a big brother."
Yu Sheng is not interested in the big god and the big brother.
He had just eaten, and now his blood was supplying his stomach to digest the dish of egg fried rice with unknown contents. He was even more sleepy than in the morning. He half-closed his eyes and yawned: "I really don't know, I met him this morning."
As he spoke, he couldn't help but be surprised.
If Duan Lei hadn't asked, he wouldn't have realized that he still didn't know what the black shirt was called.
It's no use knowing.
They are not the same school, and he didn't have any impression of this person before. It is estimated that this exam happened to be assigned to the same exam room, and after the exam, they went back to their respective rivers and lakes and disappeared.
Probably really sleepy, the messy thoughts flashed in Sheng's mind, and in the end, only the hand on his head was left.
It was slightly warm, and the strength was neither light nor heavy, as if it was rubbed twice.
Yu Sheng subconsciously raised his hand and touched the top of his head.
Duan Lei was abducted by his movements, and he tried to touch his head, and immediately hesitated: "Damn it, the sun is too hot, I said why I seem to smell a mush smell. Son… "
Yu Sheng snapped back to his senses and withdrew his hand.
... really lost my mind.
It's all the fucking blame for that silver booster last night.
Seeing that he was about to return to the third floor of the high school, Yu Sheng stopped and suddenly turned a corner and walked back.
Duan Lei was taken aback: "Brother Sheng! What are you doing? You are already familiar with such a big sun person, so let's wait until it's cooler before leaving..."
"I'm sleepy, go back to sleep."
Yu Sheng narrowed his eyes, waved his hand, and pulled up the collar of his school uniform: "Come on for the exam."
Duan Lei was at a loss: "Oh, oh, thank you..."
Yu Sheng walked faster and faster against the sun, and left the building behind in a blink of an eye.
The sun is scorching hot, shining on people to death. The intense irritability in his chest faded a little, and it was empty again, leaving a bit of dazed daze that gave him a headache.
There was a white ground in front of him, and the messy pictures jumped out of his long-forgotten memories, with sounds, playing small movies in his mind.
"It's your aunt's intention. Accept it. It was a gift that I bought for you."
"The money is on the card. If it's missing, just say, behave better and don't keep causing trouble."
"Xiao Sheng, what do you want to eat? You are a distinguished guest today. Let your uncle buy whatever you want. You don't have to be polite to us..."
…
Yu Sheng closed his eyes hard, couldn't hold back, and smashed his head hard: "...Fuck."
It's been almost ten years, and I will forget it tomorrow morning.
The culprit of everything was that crazy black shirt.
Yu Sheng glanced back and confirmed that he was far away from their exam room. He turned around to find a cool place to rest for a while, and was suddenly tapped on the shoulder.
The default rule of the entire three middle schools is that it is quite dangerous to slap someone on the shoulder, and the severity is comparable to provocation. In principle, direct action is allowed.
Yu Sheng was so annoyed that he grabbed the hand on his shoulder in a conditioned reflex, stepped back and pressed it against his shoulder, locked the arm upwards, and slammed the man with the wind firmly on the ground. on the ground.
Yu Sheng pulled up his sleeves and his tone became cold: "What day did you fight again? Are you queuing up—"
His voice suddenly stopped.
The mentally ill man of the culprit was lying on the scalding concrete floor, the straight black shirt on his body was torn two buttons by the too rough action, the neckline was slightly open, revealing a small piece of cold white skin.
He actually found an opportunity to take off a pair of glasses when he was thrown over the shoulder, held them in one hand, looked up at him, and hesitated a bit: "...Is it considered a queue cut?"
…
Ten minutes later, Yu Sheng carried the person back to the dormitory with a gloomy face, pulled out a tube of scalding cream and threw it over.
The black shirt turned his head and looked in the mirror, trying hard to see how his neck was burnt. While touching it carefully, he breathed lightly in pain.
A touch hiss.
The sound is quite loud, even with headphones on.
Yu Sheng, who was leaning on the bed with Bose's Bluetooth noise-cancelling headphones in his ears: "… "
He sighed heavily, stood up resignedly, dodged the tube of scalding cream with his hands, and raised his hand.
…
After half a second, Yu Sheng said indifferently, "Sit down."
He was actually half a head taller than him.
Not beaten.
The black shirt sat down very cooperatively, leaning on the table and bowing his head, so that he could help him apply medicine.
The texture of the scalding cream is a bit like light green jelly, Yu Sheng squeezed a large amount into his hand, rubbed it twice, spread it out, and slapped it on his neck.
The black shirt's shoulders and neck tensed, and he didn't make a sound.
He was gasping for breath just now, as if in pain to death, but now it's quiet, but Yu Sheng is a little unaccustomed to it, frowning: "It doesn't hurt anymore?"
"… it hurts."
The black shirt's lips were a little pale, and he took a breath and said truthfully, twisted his body and smiled at him: "You paint it, I will bear it."
It is very forbearing and strong, and it understands the righteousness of all rivers. The picture is very touching.
Yu Sheng: "…"
Yu Sheng was still a questionable boy with a conscience, after all, he couldn't do anything, so he calmly and lightly applied the rest of the ointment on his red-hot neck.
The house was quiet except for the humming of the fan.
Yu Sheng finished wiping the last bit of medicine, pulled a piece of paper and wiped his hands, ready to bombard people, his eyes fell on his back again.
I couldn't see it clearly in the sun, the shirt was actually covered with a little dust, and the very high-grade fabric was covered with a layer of dirt, so it was not pleasing to the eye.
Yu Sheng made another mistake, he pulled the person who was about to stand up and pressed it back on the chair, patting the soil behind him.
Black shirt: "Hi."
"What the hes." Yu Sheng coldly pierced, "I fell on you?"
The other party even had enough strength to take off his glasses when he fell over his shoulder, and his skills were no worse than his, and it was impossible for him to actually fall.
The only one who took off the play was probably lying on the ground, and his neck was almost scalded by the surface temperature of at least 40 or 50 degrees.
Pretend not to pretend to be dedicated, not enough time to add a dash.
Yu Sheng was so annoyed, he suppressed his temper and patted the ashes on his back.
This man was too dedicated to his diving, and there was a large area of dust behind him. Yu Sheng patted him all the way from the shoulder to the waist, just as he was about to continue to pat him down, the top of his head suddenly sank again, covered with a familiar weight and temperature.
The black shirt was twisted and a hand fell on top of his head.
He was still leaning on the table with one hand, and his posture was a bit awkward. Fortunately, his hands were long and his arms were long, so he was able to reach them so much.
Yu Sheng's whole body froze again in an instant.
"Okay, my fault."
The black shirt looked at him, the long and narrow black eyes behind the lenses bent down, the hand stopped on the top of his hair, and he rubbed two good-naturedly: "Next time you really fall, don't be angry."
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