Jin Linkun actually made a lot of preparations.
For example, they were slapped in the face by their children, or thrown out of the movie theater.
But after the popcorn was over, Yu Sheng didn't move.
The palm was clean and slender, and the fingers were slightly bent unnaturally, folded on the palm of his hand.
Then suddenly snapped.
On weekdays, the attendance rate is not high. They deliberately bought the last row. The seats in the vicinity except for the corners were all empty, and no one noticed them.
The breath that came over was without warning.
Jin Linkun's heartbeat was stagnant, and he only had time to raise his hand and hug him during the climax of the movie.
The boy's shoulders were slightly stretched, his palms were a little colder than usual, with a slight tide, he clasped his hand firmly.
Yu Sheng is very nervous every time like this, and the requirements are very strict, and the person being kissed is even more nervous than him.
…
Jin Linkun felt that he could obviously meet this requirement perfectly.
Every time their children took the initiative to kiss, he felt that his heartbeat was going to fly.
The armrest in the middle could not be retracted, so Jin Linkun moved his arm without a trace, and placed the armrest which was a bit awkward for him.
The leaning chest and shoulders were strong, and the heartbeat clearly passed through his chest and landed on his arms one after another.
The soundtrack of the film gradually climaxes, and the changes of light and shadow become more intense. Yu Sheng pressed his lips against him and called him softly, "God Kun."
The boy's tone was serious, and his usually clear voice was lowered, leaving only a soft air tone.
Jin Linkun held his breath unconsciously.
Yu Sheng pulled the corner of his mouth, stopped talking, grabbed his cuff, and pressed it closer.
The cinema was dark, and the projector was humming not far behind.
The light fell on the screen far away, reflecting the flying and rotating dust, casting a gentle light path.
The boy's eyes are bright, facing the falling light, like a splendid galaxy.
…
"This is a good development!"
Liang Yifan felt that the story was completely fine here, and was a little puzzled: "So why did it turn out that the two of them replayed the movie three times?!"
"I couldn't hold on to the third brush, and I don't know what happened later."
Cen Rui, who had just finished the preliminary round of the competition recently, came over to escort the whole process, and had been sitting in the corner of the movie theater to deal with unexpected situations, holding his chin and thinking carefully: "The second brush is probably because when the two of them were kissing, the storyline was very loud. Brother didn't see it."
Yu Sheng is very strict when watching movies. Either he simply doesn't watch the whole movie carefully, and after watching it, he can't leave a forming impression in his mind at all, or he has to watch the whole movie and not miss a single scene.
Because the movie themes chosen by the two people were not so suitable, Jin Linkun did not expect such an unexpected situation to happen.
…
But when the children watched the movie seriously, the vivid profile of the face outlined by the light and shadow was really beautiful.
It's so beautiful that I can't help but want to stick it up and kiss it.
Yu Sheng endured him for three games, and finally, in the fourth game, he tucked people into the massage chairs in the waiting area outside the cinema, and bought a ticket to the cinema by himself.
Liang Yifan sighed with emotion: "It's horrific."
Cen Rui: "Those who hear it are sad and those who see it cry."
Xia Junhua took a note: "So this story is to tell us that if we want to fall in love, we should not disturb her throughout the whole process, and watch it together without landing?"
"… "
The group video of the summer camp was quiet for a moment, Liang Yifan patted him on the shoulder through the screen, and nodded kindly: "Yes."
I watched the movie until midnight. The next day, Yu Sheng made an exception and lay on the table, making up for the sleep of two classes.
There is basically no loss of basic knowledge in his papers, and teachers of all subjects default to what he should do. The history teacher, who has always been loud, didn't pay attention to the volume, and was quietly raised by the representative of his own class, saying that the flu is prevalent recently. In order to protect the voices of teachers in various subjects, everyone is willing to be quieter when listening to the class.
Under the escort of the entire seventh class of love, Yu Sheng slept for two classes smoothly.
Then, when he got up to replenish milk biscuits during the second big class break, he took over the list of radio gymnastics performances presented by the sports committee holding his breath with both hands.
…
"You guys help me look at it a little bit." The Sports Committee held his breath and gestured to others without a trace, "If there is any danger to life, notify me immediately."
After all, Yu Sheng's seat is by the window. Although everyone is usually a good brother, the sports committee is still worried that his brother Sheng will suddenly transform and throw him out of the window with one hand like a schoolbag.
Class 7's complex emotions of love and reverence for Sheng have aroused the curiosity of many outsiders. The sports committee of the next class saw that the sports committee of class 7 began to pray from the morning exercise, and couldn't help asking him: "Do you not like you very much? Ban boss, why are you still so afraid of him?"
"This is different." The seventh class sports committee was very serious, "Do you love your father?"
The sports committee of the next class was at a loss: "Love, does it matter?"
The seventh class sports committee patted his head: "Do you dare to let him turn his butt on stage wearing a grass skirt?"
The vivid metaphor immediately shocked a group of sports students, who invariably moved away from the seventh-class sports committee who seemed to have passed away prematurely.
The squad leader gritted his teeth and asked for leave for three days, and the heavy burden fell on the sports committee. Extending the head and shrinking the head is also a knife. After the sports committee made a comprehensive explanation and arranged in detail the distribution of the English exercise books and other properties behind him, he finally gathered up the courage and handed over the registration form.
As a result, Brother Sheng didn't know if he didn't wake up or if he woke up but didn't see it clearly, took a glance at the list, and said indifferently, "Okay."
The sports committee was instantly shocked: "..."
Although the leader does not need to wear a grass skirt to dance or twist the buttocks, the No. 3 Middle School is a school with a long history and a very weak sense of innovation, cherishes traditions, and is very out of step with the times.
Up to now, the school bell is still a piercing old-fashioned hammer smashing iron pieces, and the quiet school bell is still the kind of Saxophone's "Going Home".
…
In other words, their broadcast exercises so far are still the famous "The Time Is Calling" that dominated a generation.
As soon as you get up, you have to do an action like "the sea is all water", including the mysterious punch and kick, air breaststroke and zombie jump, the set of "The Time is Calling" that can't understand the mentality of the choreographer at all.
Although the original intention was to convince Yu Sheng to agree to lead the exercise, the other party agreed too quickly, which made the sports committee a little overwhelmed: "Brother Sheng, have you seen it? The top row..."
"I see." Yu Sheng nodded, "I'll lead the exercise."
Sports Committee: "… "
"What should I do?" The boy next to him looked at Brother Sheng, who was wearing a jacket that was obviously one size larger, drinking milk and eating biscuits, and put on Duan Lei's shoulder a little sadly, "I think our Brother Sheng seems to be It's a little bit different from before."
Duan Lei took off his glasses, took out a tissue, wiped it twice, and put it back on: "Look carefully."
The boy was even more worried: "It's over, our brother Sheng seems to be different from before."
In the end, it was Lao He who answered the questions for the students.
The third class was a Chinese class. Lao He came five minutes early and found that all the classmates were close to the window, and they also came over curiously with their computers.
Then followed a group of people and listened for a while: "Student Yu Sheng, can you do our drill?"
In the short silence of class seven, Yu Sheng put down the milk carton and shook his head.
When he first came to No. 3 Middle School, no one dared to do exercises with him, so he was given a place for weekly students who did not need to exercise. The main job was to use the time for exercise between classes to check the hygiene of each class.
Later, the class was re-classified, and the quota was not taken back, and it has been linked to the education department.
Yu Sheng was too lazy to scrutinize, and basically filled in a score of 9.8 and 9.9 every week and handed in the grades, either in the classroom to make up for sleep, or over the wall to get some breath.
In the past two years, he has never carefully looked at what the genuine version of the inter-class gymnastics should look like.
Lao He had anticipated this situation for a long time, and turned on the computer unhurriedly.
…
After watching the "Second Set of Radio Gymnastics for Middle School Students: The Times is Calling the Mirror Demonstration Edition" played by Lao He during class time, the whole class couldn't make a sound for a long time, and watched with trepidation as Brother Sheng held his forehead with his bare hands. Pinch off the 2B pencil that sticks to the card.
"It's a good quality to be brave."
Lao He added with a smile: "Student Yu Sheng has a strong sense of collective honor, and he stands up when the class needs it, which just fits in with the 'acceptance of the defeated army, in the midst of adversity' in "Apprenticeship List" - here is the key point, Students, remember that this article is a must-have for our exams…”
Watching the class teacher skillfully demonstrate in person what it means to go up and down the stairs, the seventh classmates quickly lowered their heads, flipped through their notebooks, and tried to memorize them seriously.
"Seriously." Yao Qiang couldn't help but lowered his voice to communicate with Duan Lei, "Although I do this exercise every day, I didn't expect it to look so crazy..."
Duan Lei looked ahead and sat in an unusually standard manner: "Don't talk in class."
The two of them have always been good friends who secretly passed on snacks in class. Yao Qiang was a little stunned: "When did you become so obedient?"
With life at stake, Duan Lei looked cold and cold, and remained motionless: "Look to my left and count how many pieces the pencil has broken into."
Yao Qiang: "..."
Only then did he realize what he wanted to get, Yu Sheng sat by the window, the low air pressure hovering over his head until the obligatory English supplementary teacher came over to speak the papers.
Jin Linkun probably understood the situation, put down the lesson plan, and sat among the classmates: "Do I have to do this exercise?"
"Not really, but no one else will."
The sports committee touched the back of his head: "This is what we have always done... Which one did the provincial demonstration do? Can we learn it?"
Jin Linkun smiled apologetically: "Let's run and fuck."
The topic was deadlocked again.
The sports meeting is going to be held tomorrow, and no one is in the mood for the evening self-study tonight. The teachers had already returned to the office in tacit understanding. Fortunately, the next few classes were not selected to perform radio exercises. They were all playing movies and chatting loudly, brewing the atmosphere for the next five-day sports meeting.
Jin Linkun sat in the classmate's room and watched the demonstration video of inter-class exercises left by Yu Sheng and his class teacher.
"Isn't it funny?" Yao Qiang blankly looked at the still calm substitute teacher, "Could it be that we imagined the nature of this exercise too seriously?"
The sports committee raised a glimmer of hope: "Maybe this is a hurdle. When we become mature adults, we won't think this exercise is too nonsense."
The school committee pushed the glasses: "Is this threshold so closely related to age? Then should we hurry up and become a year first, maybe we can successfully accept this setting... "
Before these few people could discuss the result, Yu Sheng, who had been hovering at low pressure for an afternoon, suddenly got up and carried the calm and mature substitute teacher out of the classroom with one hand.
Yao Qiang rubbed his nose: "I just felt a murderous aura scraped the tip of my nose."
"Intense and fierce wind." The history class representative put away his schoolbag, "At least it has reached the transformation period."
The sports committee was a little worried: "Should we avoid it, will this building cease to exist in a while?"
A dull scuffle came in from the corridor, Duan Lei built a pergola with his hands and looked out from the edge of the table: "Think well, our brother Sheng has not been softened by milk and biscuits..."
In the stairwell, Jin Linkun hugged her boyfriend who had not been soaked in milk and biscuits, and rubbed his back manually one after another: "It's not funny, it's actually quite handsome."
Yu Sheng: "Then hold back for three seconds without laughing."
"..." Jin Linkun: "Pfft."
Yu Sheng threw people out again neatly.
"Friend, friend." Jin Linkun clenched one wrist with one hand and pressed the person against the wall in a half-circle, "There is still a turnaround, we can also find a set of more normal exercises to do..."
After all, the range of good friends in the summer camp covers the whole province, and I can't believe that I can't find a set of exercises that are a little more normal.
This person is not serious every time he fights back, either because of his height advantage, he can't be used to wrap him around the wall, or because of his strength, he is holding him tightly, but each is close to each other, and the subwoofer is soft It rang out in a deep voice, and involuntarily drilled into people's ears.
It's not that Yu Sheng can't let him go, but he doesn't want to throw someone on the back here and stick it back on the wall: "What does it have to do with you?"
He was so hard-hearted that he couldn't see that he had asked him if he wanted to come to the sports meeting before.
Jin Linkun clenched his wrist, raised his eyebrows slightly, lowered his head and rubbed his temples: "Don't let the substitute teacher see?"
Yu Sheng pursed his lips: "Internal information, non-staff personnel are not allowed to enter the venue."
Broadcasting has been a traditional performance over the years, and the teachers never let this opportunity go. Every time they crowded the rostrum and the audience, some even held up cameras and video recorders, mercilessly helping their classmates. Let's continue the wonderful moment.
Otherwise, Lao He wouldn't be so obsessed with the fun and fool him into a leader.
Simply inhuman.
He has a headache now when he thinks about the movements of that exercise, but he still remembers it very clearly. With a little brainstorming, he can make up the picture of himself leading the exercise.
Yu Sheng took a deep breath and thought seriously about whether to wear a mask or sunglasses, or both.
Jin Linkun lowered his gaze and smiled lightly.
The boy's tone was unusually cold, his ears were red, and the corners of his mouth were drawn into a straight line.
Even if he was so annoying, he didn't refuse to do that stupid inter-class exercise with a group of people.
Even if people just look at it, their hearts are too soft.
Jin Linkun looked at him, the corners of his lips raised, and pressed against Yu Sheng's forehead: "What about the family?"
Yu Sheng was a little unfamiliar with this word, so he frowned and raised his head to meet his gaze.
"Family."
Jin Linkun circled him on the wall, put him next to the child's hot ears, and bent his eyes behind the lenses, and asked seriously, "Are you going to let me in?"