Jin Linkun: "..."
Yu Sheng: "…"
Yu Sheng: "Why are you moving back?"
In fact, this accident did not remember that Jin Linkun had already written the beating memo in the second part.
Because their little friend suddenly remembered his own character in the middle of the beating, he took a pat on his hand slowly, and he quickly hugged him into his arms, bowed his head and kissed the milk foam from the corner of his lips.
"Not at all."
Jin Linkun looked down and took a closer look, then touched the other side of his lips: "My boyfriend never beats me, and he beats me lightly."
Yu Sheng was wrapped around his chest by him, raised his hand halfway, and was restrained by someone and had to put it down: "..."
He felt that the man's answer seemed to be conspiracy.
Usually no one comes to the activity room, and the surveillance camera has long been covered by a group of students who have nothing to do to play cards and have a meal, but the door is unlocked after all, so it is still a bit dangerous to hug each other in such an empty classroom.
Jin Linkun kissed and cleaned the milk on the corner of the child's mouth, let him go, and touched his hair: "How many days off after the exam? Are there any arrangements?"
"Three days." Yu Sheng took it to the door, "Duan Lei and the others said that they would go out and indulge in indulgence after the exam. Lao He said that he provided the unspent funds for the coming-of-age ceremony, and the specific destination has not yet been determined."
Although studying hard is a long-term goal for the college entrance examination, as a student, you will always relax uncontrollably and fall into a carnival after each test.
Then this short-lived carnival will end with a review paper, and finally completely perish in the mourning of the results.
Week by week.
For the mid-term exam, the students in Class 7 were eagerly looking forward to going out after the exam and freeing their souls imprisoned by learning.
Jin Linkun calculated the time: "Next Thursday? Our school is on holiday..."
He stopped halfway through, touched the tip of his nose, and coughed in front of Yu Sheng's eyes: "Really."
Yu Sheng retracted his gaze, lowered his head and pulled out his mobile phone, and looked at the class schedule demonstrated by the province.
There are too many cases of this person "just on vacation". There was a home-school co-construction day in the middle of last Wednesday. He originally planned to help clean up the class and go out, but he actually saw the familiar black shirt among a group of parents.
Later, Yu Sheng went to their class to take a nap and found out that their school was sprinting through the sea that day, and they took three sets of mathematics college entrance examination difficulty simulation papers a day.
The principal of No. 3 Middle School came to fight when he had nothing to do, and almost all the teachers at the provincial demonstration knew Yu Sheng, and sometimes they would chat with the so-so precious Du Miao Miao from the next school.
That day, Yu Sheng was about to go back to class after taking a nap, but was quietly stopped by Jin Linkun and his head teacher: "Can you help and tell classmate Jin, next time you have something to do, you can directly ask for leave and take the test questions back to do it. You don't have to do three sets of papers in one go. After handing it in, it will cause unnecessary stimulation to other students’ minds and spirits…”
This time, Jin Linkun didn't open his eyes and talk nonsense.
The final of their school's art show was on Thursday and Friday, and Jin Linkun's class just happened to be chosen to be the audience.
Yu Sheng didn't know where these people were going to indulge. It was estimated that it was nothing more than an Internet cafe or KTV. Jin Linkun and the seventh class were already familiar with each other, so adding him wouldn't be a problem.
If he took this person to an Internet cafe, he might be able to completely help Yao Qiang and the others to quit game addiction.
I never want to touch the keyboard again.
The child seems to be very talkative today, Jin Linkun is very happy, and leans close to him: "Can you take me with you?"
Yu Sheng finished dissecting the chicken wing: "I'll take you, and you'll take your three sets of math papers."
Jin Linkun's requirements are very broad, and he doesn't mind studying with her boyfriend on various occasions.
Yu Sheng raised his head and glanced at Jin Linkun.
In fact, he didn't want to go out with Duan Lei and the others. He took the class for a month and the review progress has been mediocre. It's a rare vacation, just right to bury your head in a sea of questions, and brush two days of questions around the clock to find your feel.
…
But that seems to be fine.
I don't know when, it seems that everything that two people can do together is suddenly marked in red and bold, and it becomes inexplicably worth looking forward to.
Jin Linkun was imitating him to dissect the last chicken wing, and accidentally caught a glimpse of the curvature of the corner of Yu Sheng's mouth: "What are you laughing at?"
"It's okay." Yu Sheng smiled, took the chopsticks in his hand, and neatly removed the bones from the wing, "Open your mouth."
Jin Linkun was still studying why the child's hands were so beautiful. Hearing his words, he opened his mouth subconsciously, and Yu Sheng shoved a whole piece of boneless chicken wings into his mouth.
"No headlights allowed."
The students in Class 7 had not seen many good students. Yu Sheng really didn't want to leave a deep shadow on a group of innocent classmates, so he got up to pack his things, and reminded him, "You can bring that little electronic organ."
Jin Linkun: "..."
The boyfriend's memory is too good and he has a headache. Jin Linkun cleared his throat and started to help him: "It's very good, but I still prefer to play it when it's just us..."
The two were packing things next to each other. The boy was tall and long and his arms could touch the elbows.
Jin Linkun turned his face and wanted to make another application to let Yu Sheng forget about it. Before he could speak, Yu Sheng turned his head just as he was about to speak to him.
There was a soft, warm touch on his lips suddenly.
Yu Sheng kneaded the paper cup into a ball, raised his eyebrows slightly without looking at the trash can thrown into the corner of the classroom with his backhand.
The door was locked by Yu Sheng just now, Jin Linkun looked up, tried to hold his wrist, lowered his head and touched the corner of the child's mouth lightly.
Yu Sheng did not escape.
The curtains were drawn to the extent that there was only a gap left, and the warm afternoon sunlight squeezed in, leaving a small dazzling light.
Yu Sheng groped and grabbed his hand, raised his head, and received the falling kiss.
As long as you are with this person, you can go anywhere.
The mid-term exam came as scheduled in the expectation of a small number of people.
Except for the class that was innocently regarded as an imaginary enemy, the other classes didn't quite understand why Class 7 was looking forward to the exam. Some of them were in the exam room and couldn't help but look at their classmates: "What's the situation, this is Do you pay for the exam?"
Duan Lei stood firm and high-spirited. He sat in his seat and concentrated on reading: "The book has its own golden house, do you have any ambition?"
Unmotivated male classmate: "… "
Yu Sheng was a bit outstanding in the last exam, sitting at the beginning of the first exam room, drinking soy milk one after another, playing with his mobile phone under the table with one hand, chatting with Jin Linkun one after another.
Most of the students in the exam room were from the same class, especially the last few students in the first exam room. They were shaking and desperately flipping through the book, trying to memorize a few more ancient prose dictation and poems to fill in the blanks.
"Have you heard?" The people behind him lowered their voices. "This time, the results are still in the top rankings. It is said that all the scores will be released this weekend."
The next class of students was worried: "What should I do, if our average English score is really suppressed by the seventh class, will the head teacher be bald?"
…
Yu Sheng leaned on his arm and read the message Jin Linkun sent him.
Reversing the car into the garage: how is it, nervous
Reversing the car into the warehouse: Recently, there are many schools focusing on grades, and the teacher asked me to press the score.
Reversing the car into the warehouse: We are discussing in this examination room, can we apply to let me go to the last row to answer the questions, answer quietly, walk quietly...
The two schools are probably in a relationship. The recent activities are quite synchronized, and even the mid-term exams are arranged on the same day.
Jin Linkun is also preparing for the exam. Their classmates have been hit hard by the real strength revealed by the student god recently. Although they have accepted that this person's brain may have been smashed by aliens, they still don't want to be with him. test together.
Yu Sheng looked at the news, couldn't help but pulled the corner of his mouth, lowered his head and typed on the keyboard.
-nervous.
- The first pressure test, no experience.
- Press 50 points, is there a reward
No one in the two examination rooms understood this terrible conversation, and there was a tense and serious atmosphere, racing against time to use the last time to study hard.
The mid-term exam is an in-school judging paper, and each school will try its best to give the top score of its own school at this time. On the one hand, guarding against arrogance and impetuousness, and strengthening the details of the sentence, on the other hand, reducing the attention of several other schools, trying to keep a low profile of the opponent, and preparing for the competition for the city and provincial champion.
It was the first time for No. 3 Middle School to have such a low-key opportunity, and the teachers were very excited. It was agreed that this time the exam was going to press him down, and he needed his own help.
The message from Jin Linkun was quickly sent back: Yes.
Reversing the car into the warehouse: Children come on, don't be nervous, and play normally.
Back into the garage: Any reward will do.
The content of cheering and cheering is quite ordinary, but Yu Sheng took the mobile phone and watched it for a while unconsciously.
The preparation bell for the exam rang, and a group of people packed their schoolbags and handed them in to prepare for the exam amid a wailing sound. Yu Sheng took the time to reply him with two messages, stuffed his phone into his schoolbag, and put it in front together.
The examination room was very quiet. The invigilator carefully turned to his side and held his breath while walking. There was a slight rubbing sound of the pen tip falling on the paper.
Yu Sheng swiped the paragraphs of the article, the pen in his hand gently turned in a circle, and settled between his fingers.
… any reward will do.
The difficulty of the paper for the independent proposition of the third middle school is a lot worse than that of the joint examination of the eight schools. Yu Sheng is used to brushing the difficult problems recently, and suddenly returning to this difficulty is almost a little uncomfortable.
The desired reward turned around, and the short-term goal note that I handed in at that time finally popped up in my mind.
Yu Sheng finished painting the last answer sheet, placed it on the corner of the table, and stroked twice on the scratch paper with the tip of the pen.
…
The two-day midterm exam is over in an instant.
No matter how simple the paper is, some people are happy and some people are sad. The students in Class 7 did not study hard. They all rely on intuition when taking exams, and they always feel sad. This time, I finally got a certain degree of certainty in some subjects. I didn't expect to know which question I answered incorrectly, and I felt more sad.
"It turns out that knowing how many questions there are on this paper, I wouldn't feel that way."
Duan Lei pressed his chest: "I can even clearly feel the scores slipping away from my hands one by one, and hear the sound of them dashing..."
"I tried my best." The squad leader lay on the desk, dying, "Sports committee, come, let's discuss the direction of the carnival."
The sports committee regretted and beat his chest: "How could I be wrong on this question, I obviously missed this question..."
Yu Sheng was unable to participate in everyone's discussion.
As soon as the exam was over, the teachers judged his papers first. Yu Sheng finished the only evening self-study for day students and was ready to go home. He was called to the office first after leaving class.
"Didn't you say it's a good score?" The principal made a bet with the principal next door, and came down to inspect it, holding the test paper in distress, "Why is English still 130 points?"
The team leader of the English group was really helpless: "Because the English composition has only 25 points in total..."
Yu Sheng originally wanted to take some answers, but during the exam, he accidentally lost his mind and the difficulty of the questions was low. When he recovered, he had already filled out the answer sheet.
No rubber.
A group of teachers were worrying about the papers, and in the end they could only do their best in terms of language and essays.
Jin Linkun came to pick up their children home, and said to help them considerately: "It's okay, it's okay for the first time, it doesn't matter if you press it a few times and you'll be proficient..."
Yu Sheng quickly covered his mouth with his hands and quickly dragged him out of the office amid the murderous aura of the bald teachers who were looking for the deduction point.
The winter days are short, and the sunset has already fallen from the corridor at this time. The two quickly went down the stairs and ran to the second floor before stopping for a while to catch their breath.
The day students have all left the school, and the resident students are in the final night of self-study.
Jin Linkun's cell phone rang for a while, and he was looking down at the text messages sent to him by the director of their education department, such as "need to be loved and not spoiled" and "high attention and strict requirements", when Yu Sheng suddenly tapped on the shoulder: "Brother, Look out the window."
He didn't pay attention and glanced out the window: "What—"
The wrist was grabbed in the blink of an eye, and the boy hit his shoulder with a bit of youthful strength, sealing him in the corner.
Jin Linkun's actions paused.
The two were a little close to each other, and the tiny electric current squeaked down his back, almost wiping out all the thoughts in his mind in an instant.
"Tutor." Yu Sheng's ears were also hot, "Two months are almost here."
He learned new tricks from the group of people in the class, but he didn't expect that this person would actually fall into the trap.
The short-term plan I wrote has only half a month left, and it has not been realized yet. Yu Sheng put it on his shoulder, paused for a while, and continued: "When will you study subject two, do you have a plan?"