Don’t Talk To Me!

Chapter 77

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Not long after, the English teacher, who was guessed by the seventh classmates for a long time, would be missing an arm or a broken leg, together with their brother Sheng, entered the classroom safely.

For some reason, Duan Lei also felt that their brother Sheng seemed to be a little popular.

"It may be because of the light." Yao Qiang felt the same way. He opened the curtains and looked at the burning red clouds outside. "Look, today's clouds don't look like scrambled eggs with tomatoes in our school cafeteria."

When their class committee heard this metaphor, they couldn't help but interject: "Can you make some progress?"

"No." Yao Qiang rubbed his stomach, "The food in the cafeteria can't support me. My auntie's hands were shaking today, so I thought I was hallucinating."

The canteen has an unshakable position in the hearts of the third and middle school students of all dynasties, and every canteen auntie can shake out the afterimage of the spoon.

Meat dishes are okay, anyway, there is no meat, a spoonful of scrambled eggs with tomatoes can shake off half a spoonful of eggs, and in the end, all the sweet and sour tomatoes hit the plate.

It's red and bright, and if you can find a piece of egg, you have to immediately take out your mobile phone to take a photo and send it to the circle of friends.

Therefore, the reason why the games of No. 3 Middle School have always been very lively and can bring together the students is not only because they are high schools that prefer sports arts, but also because there are athletes' meals in the cafeteria on the days of the games.

There is a special person at the window to record, as long as you have the bib number for the competition, you can play one copy, there are vegetables and meat, and there is no limit to the rice, and you can eat it after eating.

Although it is actually a ten-yuan lunch box in the backstreet, the fact that you can eat meals with meat from the school cafeteria itself has still aroused the enthusiasm of the students.

"When the athlete's meal arrives, a special person will help you, so you don't have to go by yourself. Everyone remember to bring all the equipment. Those who play games with their mobile phones put a photo of the study materials on the lock screen. The more complicated the better, remember to pack a bag. book cover."

The living committee read the precautions to everyone, and brought a bag of blank bibs to Yu Sheng for help: "Brother Sheng, your handwriting is beautiful, can you help me write this?"

Yu Sheng nodded and took over the roster and bib.

Jin Linkun also wanted to help, so he asked for another black marker: "Can I write a little?"

In fact, the question of "whether family members are allowed to enter" has not been able to get a clear answer.

Yu Sheng almost threw him out because of the slightly itchy warm airflow around his ears, and because it was too dangerous to swipe people directly in the stairwell, after stopping, he carried him all the way back to the classroom.

"How about I borrow a school uniform from No. 3 Middle School."

Jin Linkun clenched his pen and prepared the standard block letters, neatly copied the name down to the roster, and whispered to him: "I found out, as long as I don't wear a shirt, they can't find me..."

Yu Sheng wrote two strokes, the corner of his mouth lifted slightly: "No need."

Before Jin Linkun could speak again, he had lowered his head again, finished writing the number bib in his hand, and folded it on the table: "I'll pick you up, you can come in."

Jin Linkun's eyes brightened, he couldn't help but lift the corner of his lips, and touched his left hand, trying to hold hands with him: "Then shall I sit with you?"

The provincial sports meeting was very troublesome. Jin Linkun participated in it twice, and vaguely remembered the request: "Do you have a spiritual civilization evaluation, do you need to wear a hat? White gloves? What equipment do you need, I will prepare it in advance as required..."

The warm body temperature came over, Yu Sheng pressed the corner of his mouth, but still couldn't hold back the radian, he took a marker and drew a watch on his wrist.

Jin Linkun: "..."

Yu Sheng took a closer look and added another second hand: "Okay."

Duan Lei, who was watching two big guys with more than 700% on the side: "..."

"Come here, all the class cadres come to gather, and the class representatives are also counted."

After learning that Yu Sheng agreed to lead the exercise, the squad leader quietly slipped into the class through the back door, and was carefully planning the preparations for the Games: "Half of the people will buy with the life committee tonight, and the rest will go to the auditorium with me tomorrow. Location. The gang of grandsons from Class 6 robbed us of our place, and we must not let them succeed this time..."

The so-called auditorium is actually the circle of cement steps on the edge of the playground. Because the surrounding construction environment is different, the position of the awning or the baffle banner will attract many people's coveted.

During the sports meeting, whether or not to use moisture-proof pads and plastic ropes to draw out a shady place has become the main content of the competition between the class leaders of each class.

"Looking back at the sports meeting in the first year of high school, we still went to occupy a seat at seven in the morning."

In the first year of high school, the school committee shared the class with the monitor, took a note to record the time, and sighed: "Time flies, time flies. Fortunately, our high school is only three years old."

The sports committee just set the alarm clock, and looked up blankly: "Why is it fortunate that there are only three years?"

"Because in the second year of high school, we became six in the morning."

On the other side, the life committee member who was in the same class as the monitor added a broom and patted the sports committee on the shoulder: "According to the arithmetic sequence, if you just repeat for one year, and the monitor also happens to repeat for a year, then you will be in the early hours of the morning. Going to the auditorium at four o'clock. If you happen to repeat five years of study together, the monitor may take you to the playground to make a floor..."

When the voice fell, the life committee was chased and beaten by the sports committee and the monitor.

"Bah, it's not good luck, it's not good luck."

The life committee also remembered that they were already in their third year of high school, and he raised his hand and changed his words solemnly: "I am willing to not eat mangoes for a year. It will be a long journey to change the monitor and the sports committee, and I will be admitted to the school I want to go to within a year."

The sports committee was satisfied, just sitting back, the monitor rushed over and continued to beat him: "Fart, you are allergic to mangoes, you can't eat mangoes!"

The living committee member was strangled, his arms fluttered, and he changed his mind again: "I am willing to eat grapes for a year without spitting grape skins..."

I usually come over to give lectures directly, but today no one would be able to listen. While writing, Jin Linkun listened to the indiscriminate noise of the seventh class, and couldn't help but gently touched the back of Yu Sheng's hand: "Your class has always been so fun?"

There were a lot of people in the class, so Yu Sheng quickly recovered, grabbed the hand in a conditioned reflex, and pressed it into the table cavity: "Don't move your hands and feet."

Jin Linkun was firmly grasped by him, and he pulled back twice without twitching.

The meaning of their children's "less hands and feet" may be to let him hold hands honestly and not take it back.

"Do not move."

Jin Linkun nodded cooperatively, held hands with him in the table cavity for a while, and leaned over his shoulders: "What are you comparing?"

I had been thinking about things before, and no one in the audience was chatting. Yu Sheng slowed down and realized what he was asking: "Javelin."

Jin Linkun: "..."

Before asking, he actually thought about a lot of possibilities.

For example, in the high jump and long jump, he can go to help get some clothes and take a photo at the right time.

For example, tug-of-war, he can go to help waving the flag and shouting.

For example, in the three kilometers, he can go to accompany him to run, help deliver a water, and give Yu Sheng a warm hug at the finish line.

"… friend."

Jin Linkun cleared his throat: "In your project, I don't seem to be able to find a place to exist."

Yu Sheng glanced at him and couldn't help pulling the corner of his mouth: "No need."

Probably because he lost too much, Yu Sheng sat for a while in the sunset like scrambled eggs with tomatoes, took his hand and squeezed it lightly, touched a piece of sugar and stuffed it into his palm.

"It's no use."

The young man carried the light on his back, as if he had just digested the word completely, and patted his palm in the middle of the desk through a candy, the curvature of the corner of his mouth was drawn into a tenderness by the sunlight: "Family, you can see it as soon as you look up. already."

Jin Linkun felt that it was wrong for Yu Sheng to always say that he was provocative.

Obviously, every time their children flirted with him, they almost killed him.

Fortunately, the two of them were sitting near the window, and everyone chatted and chatted lively, until the heartbeat slowly slowed down and nothing was found.

The palms overlapped, and no one wanted to take it away first, softening the hard toffee a lot.

When the thoughts in Jin Linkun's mind were scrambled to the point of whether the toffee would stick to the hands, the sports committee of their class bumped into each other and knocked at the corner of Sheng's table: "Brother Sheng, that's right, everyone is discussing your opening ceremony. What to wear when holding a placard…”

The propositions were sent one after another, and the Sports Committee was forcibly kidnapped by a group of people with the theory of "is there a difference between dying once and dying twice?"

The Sports Committee came here with his eyes closed, and after stammering and asking, did he feel that the atmosphere in this small area by the window was a bit wrong.

He opened his mouth and looked at the two people in front of him: "Sheng, Brother Sheng, you—"

"It's okay." Jin Linkun took it out calmly, took out the piece of candy, peeled off the candy wrapper and put it in his mouth, "He threw the javelin, we are practicing grip strength."

Reasonable and well-founded, the Sports Committee believes it.

The sports meeting of No. 3 Middle School does not have so many requirements, nor does it compare to any spiritual class. It was just to make the photos of the opening ceremony more magnificent, and it was required that when walking in the queue, except for holding a placard, they had to wear uniforms.

As the only part that can show the personality of each class, what clothes the students who hold the placards wear becomes extremely important.

"It's better to be brighter, stand out and be unconventional."

With a pen in his mouth, the monitor gave a thoughtful suggestion: "It can reflect the lively, enthusiastic and sunny side of contemporary middle school students."

The seventh classmates were silent, staring at him with mixed emotions and keeping silent.

"Although I think I might die, I still want to ask a question." Yao Qiang raised his hand tremblingly, "Squad leader, do you know it's Brother Sheng who is holding the placard in our class?"

The squad leader was very happy: "I know."

A good person is so crazy, Yao Qiang couldn't bear to look at him: "Do you think that the words you said have a sentence pattern of 'xxx's brother Sheng'?"

"… "

The monitor, Yu Sheng's indifferent gaze, shuddered, regained consciousness, and quickly changed the pages of the strategy: "It reflects the side of contemporary middle school students who are unrestrained, ruthless, lenient, and don't kill people and keep their mouths shut..."

Jin Linkun held the piece of candy in his mouth, chewed it twice, and stopped at the set of adjectives in front of him, and suddenly a picture that had passed for a long time appeared in his mind.

He was still copying the number bib in his hand, and just happened to copy the child's name. He wrote the word "Yu Sheng" carefully, stroke by stroke, and said subconsciously, "I think—"

The eyes of the seven classmates lit up and looked over together.

Under the watchful eyes of the whole class, their substitute English teacher coughed lightly, raised the pen in his hand, and met Yu Sheng's ruthless murderous gaze: "I think... sportswear is very suitable."

The author has something to say: Kunshen: No, no, what little dinosaur, I don't know.