Don’t Talk To Me!

Chapter 8

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Yu Sheng felt that this person must be sick.

How could someone be so familiar with him that he couldn't help but want to punch him in the face.

Before the hand above his head was removed, Yu Sheng moved his lower arm, but didn't raise it for no apparent reason.

Yu Sheng closed his eyes and took a deep breath: "Take your hands away."

His reaction to the back of his neck, which seemed to be grabbed by fate, aroused the interest of the black shirt.

Immediately afterwards, the whole person slid backwards in a flash, dangling and dodging Yu Sheng's fierce punching wind.

The black shirt leaned back on the stool, swayed against the table, raised his head, and seemed to want to talk.

The lacquered wooden stool rested on its legs and fell into disrepair, creaking with his movements.

Yu Sheng turned around and left, opening the door for him.

The somewhat outdated door panel slammed heavily on the iron wardrobe behind the door, causing a cyclical echo in the corridor with few people.

The black shirt opened his mouth and said nothing.

The original position was a bit difficult. His back was on the edge of the table, the stool leaned back again, and he bent his arm to rest on the table.

Yu Sheng opened the door wider.

Aware of his firm will to see off the guest, the black shirt raised his eyebrows, leaning on his arm on the table, ready to stand up.

The next second, the stool finally creaked overwhelmed.

Then suddenly it shattered into pieces.

Black shirt: "… "

Yu Sheng: "…"

Yu Sheng held on to the door frame and looked at the black shirt that was sitting on the floor of the stool. He was silent for a few seconds, raised his hand to cover his forehead, and his shoulders trembled slightly.

"It's not me, it's the hand that moves the stool."

The black shirt really fell this time, and he didn't even bother to take off his glasses. He was stunned for a while before he regained his senses, leaning on his waist and stood up: "Do you need to pay? To be honest, I think it can actually be put together, just Need some tools... Friend, can you wait until I'm gone?"

Yu Sheng was unmoved by his request, leaning against the door, his shoulders shaking violently.

The black shirt sighed lightly, patted his pants, squatted down, and picked up the pile of wooden slats.

He is tall and has long legs, and he is inexplicably handsome when he is half-squatting. The waistline of his shirt is tucked in neatly and wrinkled, and the lines of his back are also clearly outlined with the movements.

It's a pity that he doesn't seem to have such a handsome self-awareness at all, and he still squatted on the ground, focusing on competing with the legs of the stools all over the floor.

"okay."

Yu Sheng laughed enough, rubbed his eyes and said in a rare better tone, "Don't worry about the ten-dollar thing."

The stools are provided by the dormitory and are regarded as school property. If they are damaged, compensation will still be required.

This thing is very practical. It has been thrown up and hit countless things in the hands of generations of middle school students, including but not limited to windows, iron doors, and human heads. When it breaks is a very random thing. After all, the compensation will not be much, and no one has ever calculated it because of this.

But Black Shirt obviously doesn't think so, and still picks up two pieces of wood persistently and tries to put them together: "Ten dollars, that's a lot."

Yu Sheng glanced at the shirt on him that was worth at least 200 stools: "You don't go to the exam, so just fix the stools here?"

"According to your teaching, I finished the answer. After handing in the papers, I lost my way in your school. I wanted to ask politely for directions, and then I was picked up and thrown on the ground."

The black shirt finally tried to put those parts together, tremblingly holding his hand, without looking back, his slender palm reached behind his back as if he had eyes: "Is there a hammer? Oxford Dictionary will do."

Yu Sheng: "…"

Yu Sheng decided to let him continue to lose his way and stop talking nonsense. He pulled out the wrench and handed him the wrench. He found a bunk and lay down, and took out a book to cover his eyes.

The fan was humming, sending a cool breeze.

I don't know when, the inexplicable irritable anger that has been entrenched in my chest seems to have faintly disappeared.

"Considering that you don't like being patted on the shoulder, should we exchange names?"

The black shirt was squatting on the ground and working on the ground, but he was still very skilled in his movements: "My name is Jin Linkun, the kun from Xianhuankun and Chen Zhanxi, next to the word "王", is not Kunming's Kun."

Yu Sheng thought that who cares which Kun you are, and rubbed his hair impatiently: "Yu Sheng."

He paused for a long time, until the black shirt felt that it was probably after introducing themselves to each other, and began to repair the stool, and then continued: "... Shengge of every night."

The boy's voice came out from under the book, and it was a little dull, but the natural clearness and brightness could not be concealed.

Clean, like the ice cubes in the summer sour plum soup tinkling against the glass.

Black Shirt: "Nice name."

Yu Sheng ignored him and covered the book on his forehead.

good ass.

I almost didn't think of the idiom with Sheng.

There was finally some movement in the room, and it was no longer empty and dead. Yu Sheng lay down for a while with his eyes closed, listening to the sound of beating and beating on the side, tiredness came up little by little.

Before falling asleep, he vaguely felt that the name Jin Linkun was inexplicably familiar. After thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't remember where he had heard it. He yawned and closed his eyes completely.

The night before, the lack of sleep was serious, Yu Sheng opened his eyes again, and it was already dark outside.

Yu Sheng sat up with his arms propped up, and the school uniform he was wearing slipped off and fell to the ground.

He was stunned for a while, then bent down to pick up the school uniform and looked into the dormitory.

The room was silent, no one, and the door was closed.

The stool was repaired, and leaned on the legs of the table in an extremely difficult posture, basically restoring the state of the moment when it fell apart.

It clearly embodies the naive revenge of the repairer, and the very unbeatable character of the repairer who is blind and tangled at meaningless points.

Yu Sheng felt that his reading comprehension had never been so good.

After a good night's sleep, the headache has improved a lot, but my body is still very tired. Yu Sheng yawned, stood up and wanted to turn on the light, but his eyes were suddenly drawn to the things on the table.

Two cans of milk, a bag of cookies.

Two big red cans of milk from big-eyed boys on the packaging that will make you drink it if you look at it again.

A bag of light green cookies with a cartoon bear.

Yu Sheng felt that this person was really a bit too beating.

Problem teenagers may not violate discipline, but problem teenagers will definitely not drink Wangzai milk and bear biscuits. Yu Sheng raised his legs and swept the stool back to the state where all four feet were on the ground, ruthlessly threw the milk and biscuits into the drawer, grabbed a row of missed calls, flipped through the phone, and picked one at random to call back.

"Sheng! Brother! Ah!!!"

Duan Lei's loud voice exploded in an instant, and he rushed out of the phone: "Are you awake?! Look at the phone, something big!"

When Yu Sheng called, he didn't put the phone close to his ear, rubbed his forehead, put on his clothes and got up: "What's the matter, the school exploded?"

"No! Look at your phone, the results are listed, you can check it on the official website!"

Duan Lei had long been accustomed to his attitude, and he excitedly chatted to him with gossip: "I heard that Kunshen is not the first! The gossip said that it seems that two people have the same score, and the system is considered to be tied for second and first. It's just empty. I don't know which dark horse is so powerful... "

I really don't know why these people are keen on these specious gossip, Yu Sheng yawned again, opened the cabinet door and turned over the instant noodles, "So, you have changed idols now?"

"impossible."

Duan Lei firmly denied: "Kun is still a god, the dark horse should be lucky, and there are a lot of people who are right."

The instant noodles in the cabinet were probably eaten up by the group of beasts who had formed a blackout before the holiday. Yu Sheng searched for a while to no avail, and went back to the drawer.

Duan Lei was still speculating about the mysterious dark horse. Yu Sheng found the gap when he stopped breathing and asked the only question of interest: "Did you say it? What is the test? It takes so much effort. Just to rank?"

"No, no, I heard that it is a summer camp of the provincial university alliance."

This kind of thing is too far away from them. Duan Lei has no interest in this, and laughed at himself: "Just take the top 100 in the city, saying that it is to ensure absolute fairness and justice, and give us these trash high schools a chance to participate."

His words followed with a quick turn: "... But our school has to organize some kind of 'summer camp' for the top 300 students in the school according to the small rankings in the school! In fact, it is the early start of the third year of high school tuition - a month and a half ahead of school! Forty days a month!! I happen to be stuck at three hundred and one! Brother Sheng, you save my life!"

Yu Sheng stood for a while, frowning: "How many questions have you answered?"

Duan Lei was still immersed in the happiness of not having to start school early: "Four hundred and seventy-two!"

Yu Sheng: "…"

An ominous premonition suddenly rose in his heart.

He knows Duan Lei's performance level. The correct rate of answering the question well and the question is about the same. Occasionally, if he catches up with luck, the correct rate of the latter may be higher.

But he was covered with a thousand questions.

from a probabilistic point of view.

Yu Sheng probably didn't study hard, but he still instinctively felt that his score this time might be higher than Duan Lei's.

He sank in his heart, and asked Duan Lei for the website of the score check. He took out the computer from under the pillow and opened it: "If you say that I am poisoning me now, will it be useful?"

"It's useless, the points are all out..."

Duan Lei still believed his words, he hesitated for a while, and hesitantly used his limited brain capacity to reason: "Unless you said it before the test - Brother Sheng, you didn't say anything before the test, right?"

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