Jin Linkun's room is very different from Yu Sheng's.
There are clear, full-fledged, clear traces of real life here.
All kinds of trophies are tucked in the corners of the bookshelves as book stands, a few tomes are scattered on the carpet, and the lamps are broken into strange poses, which seems to be trying to become some kind of abstract art work.
Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, gently falling on the edge of the spacious double bed.
Yu Sheng was clenched by his wrist and leaned back against the door.
The position near the door lock was padded by Jin Linkun's arm, and the strong arm was firmly protected by his waist, and he was half supported and half hugged in his arms.
…
It started out with potato chips, then for some reason, it turned into a tomato kiss.
It was sweet and sour, and the taste was very good, but after that, I was a little breathless, and my eyes were filled with white light for a while.
After he had calmed down, he had been brought to this bedroom by Jin Linkun from the entrance.
"elder brother."
There was some kind of temperature burning deep in the body, Yu Sheng groped to find him, his voice was slightly hoarse: "Brother."
Jin Linkun paused a little, circled the person in his arms, and asked him to hold his hand.
The slightly hot breath hit the skin deeply and shallowly, entangled, as fast as the heartbeat.
The boy bit his lower lip forcefully, his fine eyelashes were tightly closed on his eyelids, his shoulders were tense and throbbing slightly.
The stance is almost a bit heroic.
"I am here."
Jin Linkun was dumbfounded by his aggressive posture, stopped to wrap the person in his arms, put it on the child's forehead, and said softly, "What are you afraid of?"
Yu Sheng, who was dipped in wine, was extraordinarily honest, buried in his chest and shoulders and muttered: "I'm afraid I can't help but... throw you out."
Jin Linkun: "..."
It's pretty scary.
Jin Linkun hugged the person and calmed down for a while: "How about we two go to the living room now and learn subject one for a while?"
Yu Sheng: "…"
Jin Linkun: "..."
"That's right." Jin Linkun cleared his throat and held their children's raised wrists, "Wait a while and then throw them away, I can explain."
After the keys were sent in advance and the stars were given away by their teachers, Jin Linkun had a headache for a long time with the support of the entire seven groups.
Later, Jin Linkun decided to take a different approach and take children to do some activities that can only be done until they are 18 years old, and have very practical value.
Like getting a driver's license.
… the kind of real license, C1, that you can drive on the road.
"I know."
Yu Sheng was held in his arms by him, relaxed and leaned on his shoulders, his forehead moved against the neck socket: "Otherwise?"
Jin Linkun cleared his throat, opened his mouth, laughed lightly, and buried his head in Sheng's neck.
Yu Sheng struggled for a while, but still couldn't hold back, and pulled the corners of his mouth.
The two of them were lying together, laughing inexplicably for a long time, and the scorching enthusiasm just now faded a little.
Jin Linkun rubbed his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief. He was about to lead him to rest for a while, but the boy's hand had already taken the initiative.
The fingertips, which were usually cool, seemed to be a little hot now, sticking to the back of his hand.
As soon as he turned his head, the young man's breath had suddenly approached.
A little green kiss mixed with a little sweetness that seemed to be still there, and took the initiative to stick to his lips.
Jin Linkun's heart beat a little faster, he raised his hand to support him, just as he was about to speak, the corner of his lips suddenly hurt slightly.
The boy's ears were red, his whole body was a little stiff, and the air he exhaled hit his skin.
The force of biting on the corner of his lips was so light that it couldn't be lighter, but inexplicably aroused a clear passion, which gathered and churned in his chest.
Jin Linkun's arms tightened slightly, her voice was slightly hoarse, and it sounded softly: "Yu Sheng—"
"Brother, subject one... I won't."
Yu Sheng was buried in his neck, his heartbeat was unstoppable, and his voice was a little hoarse: "I'm an adult, can you teach me?"
…
The light in the bedroom is warm, and it covers the face, as if it has a temperature that cannot be ignored.
The boy was hugged in the soft and thick quilt, the corners of his lips were white, and there were occasional very soft sounds from his throat.
The slightly slender shoulders were leaned back, and a slight arc was stretched.
Yu Sheng is really completely young in this kind of thing, and he is very easy to get nervous. Jin Linkun tried it, but decided to slow down the progress and let the children progress gradually.
The hot and hard palms were wrapped around him, Yu Sheng suddenly palpitated in his chest, and then he was soothed by the delicate kisses with difficulty to relax again.
"It's okay, it's okay..."
Jin Linkun pulled his hand out from behind, kissed his hair, and circled the person in his arms: "bit me if you're afraid."
Yu Sheng shook his head, closed his eyes, and buried his face into Jin Linkun's warm chest and shoulders.
…
In the end, Yu Sheng didn't know how he fell asleep.
It seems that Jin Linkun was leading him to the bathroom. He was inexplicably weak, and was so sleepy that he just wanted to find a place to sleep well.
It's obviously the first time I've come here, because there is a very familiar atmosphere everywhere, so I can't relax at all, and I can sleep groggy with my eyes closed.
Time passed by inexplicably fast, it was already midnight when he came out of the bathroom, Jin Linkun helped him clean up, and he was still hot.
He wanted to study subject two, but was coaxed by his tutor and stuffed back into the quilt.
I don't know when the phone received two messages, the green light flashed and it fell on the edge of the pillow.
He glanced at it. The birthday greetings generated by the system in the communication software were unremarkable and formulaic.
It passed by at a glance, leaving no clear impression.
After sleeping in a daze for more than half an hour, the particularly cold breath got into the quilt, pressed it gently, and kissed his forehead.
The next day there was a class, Yu Sheng set a series of alarm clocks, overturned the sleepiness and got up, and with great self-discipline dragged the humanoid pendant on him to go to school.
"Brother Sheng, are you okay? Is there anything uncomfortable?"
Duan Lei has already pulled a group of younger brothers to make up a leave application for him and hand it in. Unexpectedly, Yu Sheng entered the classroom before the preparation bell rang, and circled around him worriedly: "I'm a good friend who is like a brother at first sight with me. Say, it may not be convenient for you today, you may not be able to come to class, let us help you cover."
No one brought a schoolbag when they went to Jin Linkun's house, and the two of them went back to pack their things before coming to school. Yu Sheng finally threw Jin Linkun from the back wall of their school.
The group of people at the summer camp had been to the sports meeting, and he could almost guess who Duan Lei met at first sight: "Tell that brother of yours, his charging treasure has fallen into my house."
Duan Lei: "..."
Yu Sheng didn't seem to be in serious trouble, and he seemed to be in a good mood. He was not bothered by being harassed so much by them. He just lay on the table to make up for the morning's sleep.
The last class belonged to Lao He. When Yu Sheng woke up during class to change his book, Lao He was very concerned and talked alone: "I heard that you picked up a hundred dollars while helping grandma across the road, and waited there. During the loss of the owner, I found someone jumping into the water, and I accidentally caught a cold when I jumped to save someone, so I have a slight cold..."
…
Duan Lei retracted the conclusion that Brother Sheng was in a good mood, clutching his head and couldn't figure it out: "Doesn't it seem like a good reason to write a fake note like this?"
Their squad leader was careless for a while, and actually let the leave request form directly into Lao He's hands, he couldn't help but sigh: "Then your reason is too good, why didn't you write that when Brother Sheng was saving the world, Kamaru got stuck? ?"
Fortunately, it was Lao He who received the fake note. Considering the dignity of their class, he didn't show it to other teachers, and returned the original copy to Yu Sheng.
"Do you think Lao He is so kind?"
The sports committee had this experience, and you opened the book: "What's the use of the original, if you make a mistake in the future, Lao He will turn on the phone, pull out a clear photo for you to see, and try to borrow one from other teachers. The account of the school post bar…”
Several people in the vicinity all shuddered, glanced at Lao He on the podium, who seemed to be incompetent. They bowed their heads honestly, and quickly opened the book.
Duan Lei met Yu Sheng's gaze, sat for a while with his mouth open, and grabbed Yao Qiang's shoulder tremblingly: "Old Yao, I still have seventeen sets of papers, five workbooks, and a newly purchased Oxford dictionary. I'll leave it all to you, remember to put two incense sticks for me..."
Yu Sheng slept for three classes and regained some energy. Instead of destroying Duan Lei and the fake note, he listened to the class by the window for a while.
On the first day of school after the National Day holiday, he was not the only one who was sleepy.
Several people listened and listened to the class and nodded their heads. The nibs of their notes were written down on the table, and the talismans were drawn in the void. They probably didn't even know what they were writing.
In response to this situation, Lao He decided to use this time to do something more meaningful: "Classmates, close the book and take out a piece of paper."
…
No matter when the time comes, this sentence can be listed as one of the most shadowy contents of everyone's school days.
As soon as Lao He's words fell, a group of people panicked: "What's going on, what's going on, are you taking a small test again?!"
"The liquidation at the end of the holidays? The clarion call for the college entrance examination in advance?"
"I haven't done any cheat sheets! How many have I been asked to recite recently? Hurry up and do me a favor..."
"...Let's write down our short-term goals for the two months, write them down carefully, and the monitor will pick them up later."
Lao He pushed his glasses and watched a group of students go around asking for help. He smiled and continued to finish his words: "How are you, are you still sleepy, classmates?"
…
The students in Class 7, who were completely frightened, couldn't even utter a word. They picked up the pen in a trance and wrote down their short-term goals for October and November according to Lao He's request.
This is also the tradition of the Three Middle Schools.
Because after this period to the end of the year, the first stage of the unified art examination will be ushered in, so students will be asked to write down their goals and send them out until the end of November.
It is not only an incentive, but also a self-examination, to see if I have achieved my original expectations, and whether I have wasted time again.
The short-term goal of class 7 is very clear, which is to beat the average English score of class 1 in the mid-term exam in November.
"How come you still win?"
In the office, the head teacher of a class was so worried that his hairline ran straight up: "Can you stop using our class as an imaginary enemy, we have all changed English teachers!"
The fighting spirit of the seventh class is very strong. It’s okay to fight as hard as a group of people at the sports meeting. The board newspaper is better than the first class, and the hygiene rating score is higher than that of the first class. In the modified running exercises between classes, the slogans must be shouted to the head of the class.
Class 1 is now under extreme pressure. They dare not go to physical education class, and they devote themselves to studying every day. For fear that the average English score will really catch up again, or be squeezed out of the first test room by the seventh class.
"Isn't it good to compete with each other and improve each other."
Lao He was not in a hurry, and flipped through the short-term goals of his classmates one by one: "The goal of the children is to encourage them, not to suppress them, to give them room to play..."
Being stared at by a class of students like a wolf every day does affect the hair volume, but I have to admit that it also has a lot of benefits for the healthy competition of the students.
The head teacher of a class felt uncomfortable for a while touching the last bit of his hair, but he regained his strength and came over to gossip together: "How is it, what is the goal of that 702 in your class?"
The score obtained by Yu Sheng not only refreshed the history of No. 3 Middle School, but also almost equaled the highest score in the province's liberal arts.
Although there is a situation in which liberal arts subjects are relatively loose in scoring, subjectivity is strong, and the scope of the examination is not comprehensive, there may be some variables left in the college entrance examination for more than half a year. But Yu Sheng's score is still enough to make a group of teachers who have been overwhelmed by high schools with good sources of students and good educational resources for many years look forward to the birth of a city's champion.
In particular, this Du Miao Miao politely declined the olive branches handed over by all the schools, saying that the school spirit of No. 3 Middle School is very suitable for the review of the college entrance examination, and she does not want to go anywhere.
"Don't be called 702, our child has a name, Yu Sheng, don't put pressure on him."
Lao He babbled and flipped, and soon found a particularly neat handwriting in the pile of highly unified goals of "Crushing the first class! English is rushing!".
"..." The head teacher of class 1 looked at it carefully for a while: "Subject 2, he still learns to drive?"
Lao He touched his chin: "It's possible, he just turned eighteen years old, and he is indeed legally allowed to learn a driver's license."
The school spirit of No. 3 Middle School is inclusive and supports the development of students' personality, especially for students like Yu Sheng who are not very good at being taught by teachers. It is not too deviant to learn a car.
The head teacher of the first class thought about it for a long time: "Subject 2... Does it take two months to study?"
"Use it." Lao He nodded and adjusted his glasses, "I studied for half a year, and subject two was very difficult."
…
The short-term goal is to get the second subject, Lone Miaomiao, sitting in the classroom, holding the milk delivered by Jin Linkun at noon, and giving a topic to a group of students who are determined to overcome the English difficulty.
Driven by competition, the strong atmosphere of learning has enveloped the entire seventh class since the beginning of the school year.
When Bao Qin came back, he was overwhelmed by the enthusiasm of his classmates for English. He was eager to answer questions during the self-study class, and also handed over the content and progress of the tutoring in detail with Jin Linkun, a temporary substitute teacher.
Jin Linkun was officially unemployed, and after a few days of loss and emptiness, he resumed the days of eating together at noon every day and coming to pick up Yu Sheng home after school.
Recently, the weather is getting colder and colder, and I have added an item to pull Yu Sheng to eat hot pot.
For hot pot, a food form that is completely unaffected by cooking skills, Jin Linkun has a good impression after contacting it twice. Every day, he tries to figure out what he can cook for children to nourish his body. Send the menu and the bottom of the pot and let Yu Sheng choose.
I don't know if it was to tempt him to leave the school soon.
"Look at it again, and talk again later."
Yu Sheng glanced at the screen, returned two messages to Jin Linkun, and put down the phone: "Tell me, I don't know where it is."
Yu Sheng's English was a knot in her heart, and she was once stuck on her vocabulary, but this article was finally turned over, and her learning progress began to advance by leaps and bounds.
The first difficulty in English is vocabulary, and the second difficulty is various tense grammar. Yu Sheng was not in a hurry to speak the topic, and he did not bring much personal emotions.
Attitude doesn't look any different from sitting on the back wall for a gang fight.
"... Having said that, I suddenly don't dare to fail this question."
Although he knew this evaluation was because Brother Sheng’s fight was also a calm instant kill without emotional fluctuations, but Yao Qiang still shivered instinctively, holding the exercise book and looking up at Duan Lei: “If I get another type of grammar question wrong, Brother Sheng Will you swing me up and nail it to the wall?"
Duan Lei couldn't protect himself, so he patted his head: "It's hard to say, but Brother Sheng may wish you a smooth game. If you don't carry poison, none of the teammates you meet is a Tiankeng."
Yu Sheng was giving a topic to the academic committee when Yao Qiang suddenly drifted over in a daze: "Brother Sheng, pin me on the wall..."
Yu Sheng: "…"
Yu Sheng felt that his attitude towards the topic was obviously more sincere than Jin Linkun, and he couldn't figure out what the group of people had in mind. Education Department."
Yu Sheng was busy going home to eat hot pot recently, and he didn't even bother to fight. I don't know why I suddenly found myself at this time. In a few words, I explained the topic to the academic committee again, and picked up the mobile phone and went upstairs.
-
Not only Lao He, but also Jin Linkun are in the Education Office.
There was another middle-aged man in his early forties.
Jin Linkun put one hand behind his back and was trying to send him a message with difficulty. Before finishing a message, he had already seen him at the door.
The man was in a suit and leather shoes and wore gold-rimmed glasses. He didn't quite fit in with the atmosphere of the third middle school, so he explained to the director of the education department at a loss: "I am really Yu Sheng's parent, and this time I came to find him to help him. The matter of leaving the account…”
"Stop doing this. You guys are here to dig people and make up stories. Didn't you say it was his long-lost cousin last time?"
The director of the education department has no idea how many foreign schools have sneaked in and poached people these days. He has already summed up a set of identification methods and glanced at him: "You said that you are his parent, which class he is in, and his classmates. Do you get along well, what kind of character do you have, what hobbies and specialties do you have, who is the teacher, and how is your usual academic performance?"
The middle-aged man opened his mouth, his expression was slightly stagnant, and the hand that was about to hand over the business card suddenly got stuck in the middle of the road.
The director of the education department sneered, and raised his chin toward Jin Linkun: "Speak."
"..." Jin Linkun turned his head and protected Yu Sheng behind him: "Director—"
The boy was behind him and held his hand.
The school's heating came earlier than outside. Yu Sheng was leaning against the window and his seat was next to the heating. In addition to the thick clothes that he forcibly put on his body every day, his hands were not cold at all.
Jin Linkun stood for a while, holding that hand and slowly clenching it.
"Class 37 of high school."
Jin Linkun turned down and met Yu Sheng's line of sight, his voice was a little softer than usual: "I get along very well with my classmates, and I'm particularly dignified in their class, and my classmates are willing to play with him. He has a better personality than anyone else, I promise. He can do things for others, he likes to learn, and he plays the piano very well, and several old professors of Yangyin want to recruit him.”
"Extremely excellent, I can do everything well. I got 702 in the mock test this time, and I still have a little weakness in English, so I can continue to improve."
Jin Linkun paused: "this is their head teacher, Mr. He. Their math teacher's surname is Zhou, and the desk is opposite Mr. He. The English teacher's surname is Qin, not Bao..."
"Okay, let's get out of here—see? I don't care which school you are from, just leave quickly, our kids don't have time to pay attention to you."
Seeing that the bastards of the next school are talking more and more, they almost have to figure out their entire teaching institution. The director of the education department interrupted in time, motioned Jin Linkun to bring Yu Sheng home as soon as possible, and glanced at the man at the table.
"Don't know anything, fart parent."