Customer is God.
The day after Yu Sheng returned home, he inexplicably received a letter of apology from the innkeeper.
"Maybe one for each person, our room is quite clean."
Jin Linkun took a Band-Aid, gestured twice to the side of Yu Sheng's neck, and pasted it carefully: "The conditions of their house are actually good, and the boss is too sincere."
Even the soundproofing is good.
It would be better if the bathroom was a little bigger.
Yu Sheng's complexion is pale, and the traces are very obvious, and it disappears a little slower than others. Jin Linkun persuaded him to wear a shirt for a day before reaching the limit, so he could only use a Band-Aid to temporarily cover: "But it's already December, where are there any bugs?"
Yu Sheng looked at the apology letter with unusually aggrieved wording: "The boss thinks so too."
But the life committee doesn't care.
The living committee has reason and reason, resolutely argued with the boss for a long time, and still won the right for the students, and reached a discount for regular customers who can reserve a room for the next trip and can check out one hour later.
…
Overall, although there were some small episodes in the hotel, the trip was still very enjoyable.
Everyone was still in the mood, and even the tyrannical Qin put out an English composition about this trip, but it didn't cause much backlash.
"Good news, all the scores will be released this Friday."
The representative of the English class went to the office to hand in the composition, and came back to inform everyone about the enemy's situation: "Congratulations, congratulations, I have one more week to live."
Strictly speaking, the information of that group of people is correct. It is indeed the weekend, but it is not last week, but this week's weekend.
Bao Qin has been in a good mood for a while. When collecting the composition, he joked with the representative of the English class: "Of course the papers are also on vacation. The teachers are not human? Do you think the teachers are very happy when they see you in fear?"
…
To be honest, the representative of the English class felt that the happiness of the teachers was almost turned into substance.
But no matter how you say it, it is undoubtedly the common expectation of everyone to be able to deliver results later.
The spirit of the sports committee was also lifted, and instantly recovered from a pool of withered organic matter to human form, and continued to brag: "Happy and happy. To be honest, I recently taught several questions to our training team, and I felt that I did The feel of the question is very good, and it has even reached the realm where I have a book in my heart and no book in my hand, so I don't need to blindly endorse it any more..."
The more Yao Qiang listened, the more wrong it became: "Didn't you just say that you think you have lost your sense of the question, and you need to continue to study hard and read books from today?"
"That's what I thought I'd get the results today."
The sports committee waved his hand in high spirits: "Nevermind, as long as we don't get a day's results, I can pretend that I'm very good for a day."
His righteous attitude also made it hard to complain. Everyone was convincing and quiet for a while, and their class committee suddenly raised their heads: "Ah, Brother Sheng—"
The sports committee sat up straight, quickly took out the book from the desk, and recited aloud: "Rogue Chi Chi! Hold the cloth and trade silk! The bandits come to trade silk! Come on me!"
The book is not correct.
After reading for a long time, I realized that the surrounding atmosphere was not right, the Sports Committee put down the book and read it around: "Where's Brother Sheng?"
Their academic committee finished the speech in a leisurely manner: "... The book on Brother Sheng's desk is about to fall, Lao Duan, help me."
Sports Committee: "… "
A group of people who were not at ease instantly burst into laughter. The school committee pushed their glasses and hid behind the monitor in time.
Even after the end of the mid-term exam, the students in Class 7 did not abandon their exceptionally good and diligent study style.
Not entirely because the students have truly fallen in love with learning.
Mainly because Lao He didn't know how to make Yu Sheng agree to be the representative of the Chinese class, and even asked him to spot-check the recitation of ancient poems by his classmates when he had nothing to do.
Regarding this new job, Yu Sheng has always felt that his attitude is quite friendly, but the students in Class 7 obviously don't think so.
Not only did he not think so, but Yu Sheng even discovered recently that as long as he went for a while, there would be a very loud reading sound nearby.
The sound of wind and rain, the sound of reading, the kind that can be heard.
I can't even get enough sleep between classes.
Seeing him yawning for a few days, Jin Linkun couldn't help but give him an idea: "Should I tell them?"
Class 7 students are very talkative. If they knew that their diligent study behavior disturbed their rest, they would definitely correct it immediately.
But Yu Sheng obviously didn't intend to let them know: "No, I'll just go home and sleep a little longer."
Driven by the extremely powerful motivation of "may be checked and recited by Brother Sheng", the enthusiasm of the students in Class 7 has risen again, and there is another small book for memorizing words in their pockets, and they have copied a piece of ancient poetry.
Yu Sheng doesn't seem to have any special feelings about this job of urging students to study, but he actually likes it.
Jin Linkun found out several times that his boyfriend had already gone out to go home with him, and he had to go around the place where the seven groups of people gathered, and then he came to find him with satisfaction in the sound of recitations one after another. .
…
The child's shoulders are straight, his steps are unhurried, and the corners of his mouth are still firmly pressed against that little arc.
Looking at it, I especially want people to take it to a place where others can't see it, and rub my head well.
"Someone."
Yu Sheng doesn't mind taking Jin Linkun to introduce to the seventh class that this is his target, but the school bully can't keep people touching his head: "If you want to rub it at home, you are not allowed to touch your feet outside."
Jin Linkun was quite satisfied with this arrangement. He grabbed his wrist and took the schoolbag in Sheng's hand: "Go home directly? There are not many dishes at home, so I have to bring some eggs back home."
His birthday is next Monday, and the two dashing father and mother in Jin Linkun's family came back on the weekend and left on the weekend after two days.
It is said that Mr. Jin has reserved a Broadway ticket for Ms. Li, and he can go to the backstage to find an actor's autograph, so he can't be delayed for too long.
But Yu Sheng still thinks it's not a trivial matter as long as family members meet, so the main topics of the two people this week are what Mr. Jin and Ms. Li like to eat and what kind of dishes to cook on a table.
Yu Sheng checked the recipe last night and found it very late. Jin Linkun wanted him to rest for a while and tried his best to search for his skills: "I can make hot pot, and I can mix some sugar and tomatoes... Was the garlic sprout last time delicious?"
The last time he went out to move his household registration on a heavy rainy day, Yu Sheng finally ate all the cold dishes he made at home, and Jin Linkun couldn't even take a bite.
"..." Yu Sheng paused: "Don't do it, just keep it."
Jin Linkun felt that tomatoes and garlic sprouts should be very eye-catching on the dinner table, and he was a little regretful: "I don't do well? I think it looks pretty..."
"It's good-looking." Yu Sheng gave up the idea of encouraging him, "You make a plate of garlic sprouts, and my table is all in vain."
The words have been straightforward for this sake, and Jin Linkun can only regretfully give up the idea of making the remaining garlic sprouts together.
This winter it was extraordinarily cold and the weather was gloomy. The two of them walked back for a while, and when they talked, they could see Bai Bai gasping for breath.
Yu Sheng has always been indifferent to such things as gloves. Jin Linkun looked at her boyfriend's cold fingertips, remembered the requirement that you are not allowed to move your feet until you get home, and looked up: "Wait for me."
"What are you doing?" Yu Sheng raised his head, Jin Linkun had already trotted into the street corner.
Yu Sheng hadn't figured out what he wanted to do, so he followed the place he was looking at and found a couple who came out to press the road with the teacher behind their backs.
The boy ran back holding a cup of pink and white bubble tea, passed it into the girl's hand, gave her a hand, and leaned in to speak in a low voice.
Boys and children in their teens are a little childish and very serious when they fall in love.
Yu Sheng: "…"
Yu Sheng stood for a while and decided that if Jin Linkun dared to give him a cup of milk tea, he would throw this person over his shoulder directly.
Jin Linkun did not disappoint him.
When studying God, homework is usually not copied directly. Within two minutes, this person came back with a hot roasted sweet potato.
It was so hot that he turned his hands back and forth, and shoved it into his hands while blowing: "Quick, warm and warm."
Yu Sheng shoved a particularly pragmatic and down-to-earth roasted sweet potato into his hand, and it was so hot that he almost lost his grip.
After throwing down his hands a few times, he finally held it, and when he raised his head, he met the person's very confident and confident gaze.
"… "
Yu Sheng endured for a long time, but still couldn't hold back and buried himself in his shoulder.
"The yellow flesh I want, this one is very sweet."
Jin Linkun was still trying to recommend his choice, when suddenly his boyfriend bent his arm and pushed him up, instinctively raised his hand and hugged him: "what's the matter... friend, where is the point of laughter?"
Yu Sheng didn't know where the laughter was, but he couldn't hold back his laughter even while he was holding the plastic bag that was so hot that he was hot.
It may be because this person is very naive every time in various inexplicable places, or it may be that this time he only stood on the corner for a few minutes, not only did someone come back to look for him, but also brought him a roasted sweet potato with yellow flesh.
Yu Sheng blew the ash on the roasted sweet potato, studied for a long time, and carefully peeled off the plastic bag outside.
After taking a bite, he happened to hear Jin Linkun nagging beside him: "Eat slowly, this is very glutinous. You have to suck slowly, don't bite, it's easy to burn your tongue..."
Yu Sheng: "…"
Jin Linkun noticed something was wrong: "what's the matter?"
Yu Sheng: "You dismantle."
…
Jin Linkun felt that his boyfriend might have burned his tongue.
The little boy was very cool when he was outside, and he was still calm even when it was hot. He was still holding the roasted sweet potato in his hand, ready to try another bite.
The outside is not conspicuous, the dry skin of the roast is bitten open, revealing the soft yellow flesh inside, and the white steam rises instantly.
Jin Linkun shot in time and held his wrist: "Isn't it hot? Does it hurt—"
"It doesn't hurt."
Yu Sheng didn't take it seriously, he shrank his hand into his sleeve, slowly took a sip of the bright yellow flesh inside according to what he taught, and tasted it carefully for a while: "It's quite sweet."
Jin Linkun was slightly dumb, turned his head and wanted to tell him that he was not in a hurry to eat, his eyes fell on Sheng, and he paused for some reason.
Everyone in the third middle school was frightened by the wind, and they could frighten the seventh group of people to read the book in a loud voice.
The boy's eyes are black and white, and they look very clean.
The thick eyelashes were densely covered by a layer of water vapor, and because the weather was dry and cold, a layer of fluffy white frost formed in the blink of an eye.
Jin Linkun's hand was hanging by his side, and he clenched it twice, but he still couldn't help pulling the person to the corner and wiped the little white frost on the tip of his eyelashes for him.
I wanted to see how my tongue was burning, but it looked like I had to go home and see.
Yu Sheng ate the roasted sweet potato without raising his head, and let him lead it all the way back home.
After walking for a while, Jin Linkun noticed the coolness and dampness around his temples and ears, raised his hand to touch it, and raised his head.
The street lights came on, and in the warm yellow light, there was a tiny flying snow swirling in the dark twilight.
This is the first snow of this winter.
Jin Linkun couldn't help but touched the back of Yu Sheng's hand: "boyfriend."
Yu Sheng just finished eating the last bit of roasted sweet potatoes, threw the plastic bag into the trash, and wiped his hands with a tissue: "Huh?"
Every time Yu Sheng made a single sound like this, he seemed extra soft. Jin Linkun turned around and pulled up his neckline for him: "Hold a hand, does it count as hands and feet?"
Jin Linkun pulled it in time, but there were still snowflakes that were pushed into the collar by the wind, turning into ice-cold water in an instant.
Only then did Yu Sheng realize that it was actually snowing, so he glanced up and raised his hand.
Jin Linkun felt that it was unnecessary to hold hands so formally, but he still put his hand on it cooperatively.
Yu Sheng just wanted to pick up the snowflakes, and looked at this person's conscious hand: "..."
It took a while to find out what her boyfriend was doing, Jin Linkun coughed lightly, and was about to take his hand away, when the child's hand, which was extra warm from the roasted sweet potato, suddenly held it back.
Without waiting for him to respond, he grabbed his hand and walked forward.
When Jin Linkun was in a particularly good mood, it was easy to get carried away. He dug out his mobile phone and created a new notepad: "It doesn't count? Where is the standard for hands and feet, any tips? I'll understand... "
Yu Sheng glanced at him, pressed the corner of his mouth, but still raised it: "Yes."
Jin Linkun held the mobile phone in one hand, and rested his fingertips on the keyboard, ready to wait for him to speak.
It was not far from their house to climb over the wall and go back, but as soon as they turned a corner, they were about to arrive, and the flow of people scattered a lot.
Occasionally pass by one or two, and they are all in a hurry with their collars erected.
On a snowy winter evening, no one is in a hurry to go home.
Yu Sheng looked at him for a while, then took his other hand and stuffed it into his pocket.
The two suddenly became face-to-face, Jin Linkun was stunned for a while, and their children had already leaned over.
The cool and soft touch touched the neck, and it left as soon as it was touched, as if snowflakes just melted on the skin where the collars overlapped.
"here."
The boy's ears were so red that he couldn't accept it. He held his hand and raised his eyebrows brightly: "Boyfriend, do you understand?"
…
Not only did Jin Linkun not understand it, but he also wanted to carry the person back immediately and immediately check to see where his tongue was burning.
The two were so naive, they fought back and forth for a long time in the growing snow, and finally, for some unknown reason, it developed into a small skill exchange, and they were still a little out of breath when they finally returned home.
Jin Linkun's cardiopulmonary function was still slightly better, so when he entered the door, he circled the person on the sofa and carefully checked the hot spot.
The next day, Yao Qiang looked at Brother Sheng, who had put a Band-Aid on his neck and now had a small inconspicuous wound on the corner of his mouth, and was completely shocked: "Brother Sheng... you should still learn to fight. Yet?"
Yu Sheng was flipping through the practice questions that Bao Qin specially found for him, and he didn't quite understand what he was talking about: "What kind of fighting?"
"It's alright, Brother Sheng." Duan Lei was more knowledgeable and covered Yao Qiang's mouth, "He recites poems, how can he relieve his worries, but he said that the weather is cool and autumn is good, the middle stream hits the water, and the waves stop the flying boat."
"..." Yu Sheng was a little shocked by this rhyming ancient poem, put down the paper in his hand, raised his head to make corrections, Duan Lei had dragged Yao Qiang away quickly.
Before Yao Qiang could figure out what was going on, he was dragged to his seat: "What are you doing? Can't we care about Brother Sheng?"
"Yes, but it shouldn't."
Duan Lei raised his hand and stroked his head: "Do you remember the incident when the alien smashed his head peacefully?"
Yao Qiang was completely unimpressed: "What the hell?"
"It's okay, it's fine if you don't remember."
Duan Lei is now very regretful that he had been blindly comparing himself for a while, confirmed that the only witness had lost his memory, and finally patted his chest with confidence: "To tell you the truth, I have been thinking lately, whether Brother Sheng is good or bad. The metaphysical power of the spirit, maybe it's contagious..."
For example, he is extremely regretful now, why did he fall on the ground and be stunned by aliens when he was blind and infertile at the beginning, and put in a brother Sheng who was pressed against the wall and kissed until he couldn't breathe.
According to this momentum, Duan Lei feels that it will not be long before aliens come to invade the earth.
Although Lao He manages it loosely, he can't stand the seventh group of people who can't live up to their expectations. Even if a few of them like the squad leader have a target, they are currently only at the stage where they will blush and explode when they look at each other.
In a group of people who don't know what happened to their brother Sheng, it's actually quite stressful that everyone is drunk and I wake up alone.
Duan Lei, who was under pressure, was lying on the table, writing "Dan Ge Xing", "Shubo Mountain Road Middle Wall" and "Qinyuanchun Changsha" left to him by Yu Sheng, and he couldn't help raising his hand: "Brother Sheng, I feel that the middle one doesn't seem to be within the scope of our syllabus."
"It's rare that you can carry it."
Yu Sheng didn't look up when he was working on the question, but raised his pen generously: "I will reward you with one."
Duan Lei clenched his pen: "..."
Everyone is drunk and I wake up alone is not only a stressful thing, but also extremely tired.
Yu Sheng was awake today, and the class was very enthusiastic about learning Chinese. Everyone was diligently rummaging and memorizing the required content.
Before the paper was judged, their class sports committee was not caught by fate for the time being, and jumped on the podium vigorously: "Classmates, there is something you need to know..."
There will be a fateful basketball match in two days.
In fact, this basketball game has been dragged on for a long time. During the school sports meeting, the preliminary round will be held simultaneously. A group of teams have been selected through a complex elimination system, and they have now reached eight and four.
"And we are different."
The sports committee is very proud: "We were last year's champions, and we have the only pass-through ticket in the whole school. We are born strong and airborne to the top four."
It was so loud that even their squad leader couldn't listen: "Okay, who in our class doesn't know how the champion came to be?"
Although the level of basketball is really considered, the seventh class is not a false class, but last year, there was a team in the next class who played irregularly.
Their class sports committee invited Yu Sheng over in a fit of anger.
"Not playing."
Duan Lei also remembered the glorious past, and gave Yang Fan popular science: "Brother Sheng is sitting on the sidelines."
To be precise, Yu Sheng was sitting on the sidelines to catch up on sleep.
As a result, I slept for four quarters of the game, and when I opened my eyes, I heard that their class had won.
Yang Fan was the boy who was blocked by a group of people asking for money when he first entered high school, and was rescued by Yu Sheng. Later, because Yin Mei targeted Yu Sheng, he stubbornly changed classes.
Since he was transferred to Class 7, this lanky student has been brought more and more cheerful by this group of people, and he even speaks a lot, and his eyes light up when he hears the story: "Then... let Brother Sheng play. Yet?"
But Class Seven didn't seem to think about it at all.
The sports committee squatted next to Yu Sheng's desk and asked him to be a coach, helped the players design tactics, and even asked the life committee to help Yu Sheng buy a mask.
Duan Lei shook his head: "I'm afraid not."
Basketball is a competitive sport dominated by confrontation, and it is not the same as running a javelin in a sports meeting.
Duan Lei still remembers the grand occasion at that time and touched his chin: "At that time, not only did the opposite team not dare to play tricks, they didn't even dare to play..."