Don’t Talk To Me!

Chapter 92

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When he slowed down, the warm water had already rushed over his body.

The light from the bathroom fell into the line of sight, and there was a faint halo. Yu Sheng pushed Jin Linkun away and leaned against the bathroom wall for a while: "How did I get here?"

Jin Linkun rubbed the tip of his nose, thinking that he might have to use his imagination at this time.

"… so, my friend, you may not believe it."

Considering that the heart rate of a child's kiss is comparable to the heart rate of two people, Jin Linkun cleared his throat and forced his eyes to open nonsense: "You woke up just now, one stood up straight, and told me to take a shower."

Yu Sheng raised his forehead, a little unable to listen.

He raised his head and glanced, his eyes fell on the man's calm expression, and he couldn't help but pull the corner of his mouth: "Okay."

It still hurts, the images just now are still spinning in my mind, my body is terribly tired, and my thoughts seem to be a little sluggish.

Yu Sheng took a breath unconsciously, feeling that he couldn't think too much about this matter, and was about to pick a few questions to clear his mind, but Jin Linkun loosely wrapped his shoulders: "Does it hurt so much?"

"It doesn't hurt." Yu Sheng wanted to lift him away, but in the end he was too lazy to move, and the tip of his nose rubbed against his neck, "Isn't it subject two."

Jin Linkun was startled: "Huh?"

In fact, I didn't think there was any problem at this step, Yu Sheng just thought a little loose, leaned against the wall and yawned: "Isn't subject 2, it's all done, what's the content of subject 3?"

Jin Linkun subconsciously lowered his head and glanced.

He moved very fast, and he raised his head again in a blink of an eye. He smiled and was about to speak, but Yu Sheng followed and watched: "..."

Jin Linkun: "..."

"fine."

Meeting the child's eyes that were too clean, Jin Linkun's ears were also a little warm, and he smiled and shook his head: "Don't worry, go to bed after washing up."

His preparations were comprehensive, and Yu Sheng only needed to rush. He was leading people out of the bathroom together, but Yu Sheng pulled him back: "Can you fall asleep even if you try hard?"

Jin Linkun took a breath, and the heat he finally pressed down rushed up, getting hotter and hotter: "Don't worry, you—"

Yu Sheng was still lying on his shoulders and put one hand down.

The rest of the words were choked up, Jin Linkun opened his mouth subconsciously, but made no sound.

The boy's movements were still jerky, and for a while, his hands that had not been flushed with hot water were a little cold, and he was wrapped in no manners and was very serious.

Jin Linkun leaned his back on the tile, closed his eyes, and called to him in a hoarse voice, "Yu Sheng."

He grabbed the man into his arms, exerting all his strength to not want to hurt him, but still put his hand on the back of his head a little disproportionately: "Yu Sheng."

"Tutor." Yu Sheng raised his head, "Go through the back door and take the road test together."

Yu Sheng woke up amidst the hustle and bustle of the seventh class.

The sound insulation of the hotel was good, and the door could not be kept open, and the group of people were coaxing them to go to the playground outside.

"Lao He gives funds and can be reimbursed!"

The sports committee of their class got off the cable car, and after a night of delay, they jumped up and down again. They wanted to experience the exciting jumping machine again: "Brother Sheng, let's come together!"

Jin Linkun dutifully blocked the door, and patiently made up stories for them: "Yu Sheng did three sets of math papers in a row yesterday, did it for one night, and was still sleeping..."

The students in Class 7 have recently reached the peak of their reverence for Brother Sheng. When they heard him say this, the volume immediately dropped, and they continued talking to Jin Linkun in a low voice.

The light was a bit dazzling, Yu Sheng raised his hand to cover his eyes and turned over.

It is said that the mathematics papers that have been done overnight are still spread out on the table, and half of the set has not been completed.

It hurts everywhere.

It wasn't obvious last night, but after a night's sleep, he was terribly tired. Jin Linkun was already paying attention, but after all, it was the first time, so it was inevitable that he couldn't control the severity.

Yu Sheng originally planned to make up the papers after the second course, but now it seems that he still has a wrong estimate of the physical consumption of learning to drive.

Jin Linkun changed his clothes and went out to meet people. His pajamas were casually placed beside the bed, and the half-old T-shirt was soft with a little golden sunlight on it.

Yu Sheng shook his head for a while, seeing that Jin Linkun hadn't come back yet, he touched under the pillow, flipped out his phone and glanced at the news.

Yesterday, Jin Linkun had nothing to do and went to tell the seven groups that they were officially together, so that half of the group came to him and asked him if Kunshen had stolen WeChat again or had finally gone crazy.

Yu Sheng casually returned to the two of them, clicked on Liang Yifan's avatar, and prepared to copy and paste a unified reply, his fingertips suddenly paused.

Probably because the innocent and kind classmate Liang Yifan is often responsible for solving his emotional problems. Yu Sheng has seen it a lot, and actually feels that this person's WeChat seems to have an inexplicable aura of intimate tree holes.

Yu Sheng recalled yesterday's situation again and sent him a message: What is the difference between subject two and subject three

Yesterday, he had reached that level, and the tutor who claimed to have walked through the back door actually kindly stroked his hair, congratulations to him for passing the second course.

Simply beaten.

Yu Sheng felt that if he hadn't been able to get up at that time, he would definitely have gotten up and beat him directly.

Liang Yifan was very unguarded about Sheng, and thought that Yu Sheng really wanted to get a driver's license, so he happily replied: Brother Sheng, are you going to try the challenge that only belongs to adults!

Liang Yifan: That's right. The third subject is a road test, which is a test of safe and civilized driving operations, as well as bad weather and complicated roads, and emergency handling.

This statement is too official, and Liang Yifan was afraid that he would not understand it, so he deliberately explained it to him further: In short, the second subject is to set the venue, and see if you can complete the basic movements of decomposition. Subject three is actually driving on the road, examining your mastery of details and essentials in the entire process of driving a car.

The explanation was very detailed, Liang Yifan was full of confidence, and sent him a cheering emoji: Brother Sheng, do you understand!

Yu Sheng:…

Liang Yifan:

Yu Sheng: Ah.

Liang Yifan felt that his brother Sheng seemed to have become a little strange recently.

There's something more magical about going out and having fun than going to class.

Obviously, I was so tired from climbing the mountain yesterday that my back was sore and my legs hurt, so I got together to fight the landlord for half a night at night. One by one, they said in the group that they would not be able to get up today and would have to sleep for a day. As a result, some people started making appointments at the playground early the next morning.

Jin Linkun thanked the classmates for their invitation, and accepted everyone's concern for Yu Sheng not to study too hard and hurt his body. After walking around, he found that the child had also woken up.

The boy who usually stays in bed is very rigid, but now he is relaxed in the pillow, his hands are tucked against the edge of the quilt, and he is playing with his mobile phone with half-closed eyes.

The short hair was a little messy, and it was inexplicably fluffy when it was shaken by the sun.

Jin Linkun couldn't hold back, and rubbed his hands twice: "Awake? Are you still uncomfortable?"

"Where are you going?" Yu Sheng responded casually, holding the hand that was stretched out over his head, and sat up with strength, "I made a paper overnight last night?"

"… "

The child's hearing is very good, so Jin Linkun coughed lightly, and slipped a pillow into his back to cushion it: "Be kind, your class sports committee is still single after all."

Yu Sheng didn't plan to talk about this kind of thing all over the world. He just wanted to tease this person. The corner of his mouth raised, and he patted the vacant space beside him: "Come up."

Jin Linkun still wanted to be polite to him: "Not so good? You worked too hard yesterday, you should take a break... "

"Combination of work and rest."

Yu Sheng felt that what he said was right, nodded, and changed to a more specific invitation: "Come up with the paper."

On the morning of the second day after passing subject two, Yu Sheng leaned on the bed and finished the remaining set of half papers.

It took a while for the backache to begin to feel, and Yu Sheng felt uncomfortable after changing several positions, until he was embraced by the people around him and hugged him: "I think the auxiliary line can be placed here for this question. ."

Yu Sheng originally planned to lift the person who posted it as soon as he found an opportunity, but he was attracted by his auxiliary line, and he took the pen in his half-handed hand and retracted it: "Put it here for at least ten steps to deduce it upwards. If necessary, it is easy to score points.”

Jin Linkun listened carefully to the child's lecture, nodded, and hugged the person in his arms without a trace.

After a set of half papers is finished, the people who go to the playground are almost back.

"There are too many people, so we can't take the turn." Their squad leader was a little disappointed, "It's better for everyone to do their homework together."

The living committee disagreed: "It's still better than homework. Didn't we play the jumping machine?"

"There is also a big pendulum." Yao Qiang raised his hand and added, "There are not many people in the project selected by the Sports Committee. It is still fun. Next time, I will go out with the Sports Committee."

The Academic Committee dragged the Sports Committee back: "It would be better if we didn't have to drag the Sports Committee back every time."

It was originally a weekend, and there were too many people in the amusement park to rank. A group of people who had only half a day of free time decided to come back and continue to play poker.

Yu Sheng's physique is good, but Jin Linkun pays extra attention. After finishing the paper, he has almost recovered, and he also went down to play a few games.

After playing a few times, Duan Lei couldn't help but lower his voice: "Brother Sheng, do you need me to change cards with you?"

"No need." Yu Sheng, who had experienced the fall of the star diamond, was not too eager to win in this game, so he pushed back the four twos that Jin Linkun had sneaked over, "Go on, I'll see how to play. "

In comparison, Jin Linkun is actually the one who plays poker better.

Yu Sheng never played this kind of down-to-earth game when he was a child. Later, he became the leader of the third middle school, and he was put on a particularly heavy burden of school tyrants, and he never took the initiative to participate in this activity.

In addition, there are certain differences in the habits of poker in various places, and a class can make up several ways to play. Class 7 students don't care much about these details. It's okay to say that three are bombs, and next time they don't count, they will bring another pair. The rules have been dynamically changing randomly.

This overly casual style of play caused a lot of trouble for Yu Sheng, and he didn't find it very well after a few games, so Jin Linkun, who was in the same group with him, also paid tribute several times.

They won several games in a row in the sports committee, and woke up from the shadow of the big pendulum.

Yu Sheng raised his eyebrows and put down the playing cards in his hand.

Before he could speak, the sports committee was pressed down by the monitor covering his mouth: "Okay, hurry up and shut up. Believe it or not, Brother Sheng wished us all except Mr. Jin, everyone can catch the two kings, four twos?"

Although Teacher Jin promised not to use Yu Sheng first, a group of people who suddenly woke up were quickly dominated by the fear of metaphysics, and sat upright with the cards in their hands.

But soon they found out that Yu Sheng was very good at this kind of game.

In other words, it looks like their brother Sheng doesn't actually play the game seriously at all.

Of course, there are snacks for playing poker. A plate of loose peanuts, melon seeds, jelly beans, and spicy strips are placed in the middle. Most people don’t have time to eat them. palm.

Watching Yu Sheng divide Guaziren back into half, the two discussed how the next cards should be played while eating, their sports committee stood on the top of the mountain of victory, inexplicably envious: "Are you so happy, when will life be? Can you assign me an object too?"

"Think about your 11.11." The academic committee patted him on the shoulder, "Life has given you enough hints."

The Sports Committee wanted to stand up and hunt down the Academic Committee, but their legs were so weak that they were helpless. A group of people laughed and booed. Not a few people still had the intention to play cards.

Duan Lei made trouble for a while, suddenly felt wrong, dragged Yao Qiang to the side and tugged: "Why is Brother Sheng wearing a shirt today?"

"Just—want to wear it?" Yao Qiang thought it was nothing strange, "I remember when I was a sophomore in high school, Brother Sheng actually wore a shirt."

Duan Lei remembers it better than him: "Impossible, that's because Brother Sheng was dragged by the director and the others to shoot some kind of school show, and the performers who performed the show couldn't find anything better than Brother Sheng."

Yu Sheng actually didn't like very upright clothes, so he just wore a shirt once. They also wanted to take a photo to commemorate it. As a result, their brother Sheng went out to play games for a noon and changed clothes when they came back.

Duan Lei went to ask, it is said that he was soaked by the beer of the nerd next door and couldn't wear it, and a group of people were too sorry.

This time, Yu Sheng suddenly changed his style. The button of his shirt was still straight to the top. Although he looked handsome, he was still a little curious.

Yao Qiang pondered for a long time and came up with a more reliable answer: "Didn't you say yesterday that you should wear clothes that the person you like looks good? Probably because Teacher Jin thinks the shirt looks good."

Duan Lei thought about it for a while, and felt that it made sense. Instead of continuing to ponder why Brother Sheng changed his clothes, he went to chase the last bag of spicy sticks.

After playing all morning, it was finally time to return.

These days, I have been studying very hard, and it is rare to have the opportunity to come out to play. A group of people are reluctant to go back, and they are a little reluctant.

"I understand everyone."

Lao He was very kind: "When I was young, I also really looked forward to the school's organization of autumn tours, especially those that were farther away. It was not interesting in this city. At least I had to take a car and play for a few days to feel it."

The squad leader's eyes were bright: "So can we still play for a day!"

"No." Lao He kindly pressed him back, "Pack up and check out at 12 noon."

"… "

Funding said no, a group of students drooped their heads regretfully and packed their schoolbags honestly.

The bus going back was obviously not as active as it was when it went.

On the one hand, they are about to go home to meet the homework and the upcoming grades. On the other hand, these people have been burning their energy to play for a day and a half, and now they are almost too sleepy to open their eyes.

"No, no, no." Their squad leader held his eyelids, "I'm getting old, I can't stand it anymore."

The sports committee was older than the class for half a year, and he couldn't get used to his words: "What does it mean to be old, are you older than me?"

"It's wrong for you to be like this." The life committee members of their class studied art, and they didn't get into Xinyi's college last year, but they took another year. "Have you considered the feeling of being really old? I was able to survive two nights last year. don’t nap…”

Lao He sat in the co-pilot and listened with the driver for a long time to the old-fashioned speech of the little brat: "Okay, the class representative will send the papers, have the little brats finished their homework?"

There is no homework on the weekend of the mid-term exam of the first and second year of high school, which makes it easy for a group of students who have been devastated by the exam to the point of losing their lives. In the third year of high school, the teachers did not consider any issues related to human rights at all, and they kept the homework for fear that the students could finish it.

In order to make the students' homework look less, Lao He deliberately saved the Chinese homework until he came out to play.

A group of students who hadn't finished their homework were quickly overwhelmed by reality and wilted silently.

Yu Sheng didn't actually write his homework. He leaned on the back of the chair and closed his eyes to rest, and vaguely heard the constant noise around him.

When he opened his eyes, he found the man flipping through his schoolbag.

It didn't mean Sheng asked him what he wanted to do, but Jin Linkun had already pulled out a pen, took the paper from the representative of the Chinese class, spread it on his lap, and wrote the homework for him, stroke by stroke.

The car was wobbly, but the man's pen was steady.

While falling, he was still very reserved in responding to the envy questions from the Sports Committee: "Yes, write for him. This topic is too simple, and it will not help him much. The family, it should be... "

Yu Sheng felt that this person was really boring, the corners of his mouth were still raised for some reason, he squeezed a toffee and handed it to his mouth without even looking at it.

By the way, I didn't tell Jin Linkun, because most of his classmates' review progress was not in line with his, and his homework in various subjects was actually waived by the teachers.

The bus wandered all the way. Jin Linkun patiently chatted with a group of envious students while doing his homework, and it didn't take long to finish writing a set of Chinese papers.

The warm air and the long distance were particularly hypnotic, and Yu Sheng did not get over the sleepiness halfway, and fell asleep while leaning on the back of the chair.

The living committee came over and distributed the ID cards for everyone's accommodation and reservations, and sent them to their row. He deliberately lowered his voice: "Brother Kun, the ID cards of you and Brother Sheng..."

Jin Linkun thanked him and took the two people's ID cards and put them away.

The life committee was about to issue a person's ID card, when he turned around inadvertently, and saw a small red mark where Sheng's neckline was covering, which was very conspicuous.

It was completely hidden by the collar of the shirt, and it was impossible to see it from any angle.

The living committee felt that this matter could not be ignored: "Mr. Jin."

Jin Linkun pressed the set of papers, adjusted the back of the chair for Yu Sheng, and raised his head: "Is something wrong?"

"Are there any bugs in your room?"

The living committee member still remembered the hotel owner's phone number and took out his phone: "Is it serious? Are there any other hygiene problems?"

"..." Jin Linkun hasn't reacted too much: "Huh?"

The living committee is determined to fight for their students' rights: "I will complain to their boss. It's too outrageous. This kind of sanitary conditions requires the hotel to write an apology letter."

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