Not counting the grades of Sheng and Yang Fan, the English average score of Class 7 was slightly different from that of Class 1 after the decimal point.
The source of students in the third middle school is average, and there are not many top classes. In addition, the previous English teacher is really unattractive. The English of the first class is the weakest.
But the teachers who had always been at the bottom of the class could catch up so much, and the teachers were already surprised, and they all tacitly agreed that the seventh class had won this unwritten bet.
The students in Class 7 were not reconciled. Under the leadership of Mr. Jin, who came to pick up Brother Sheng, they collected the papers and checked them again. Finally, they found two questions that the teacher missed and misjudged on a paper. added.
After changing the grades, the students in Class 7 walked back and forth at the door of Class 7 with a lollipop in their mouths.
…
In the end, the director of the education department was blasted back to the class one by one holding the electric car batteries.
When Yu Sheng and Jin Linkun went out, the class was quiet.
A group of people who still want to know how good they can be, immersed themselves in their studies, Yao Qiang scratched his head desperately, the sports committee grabbed the pen, his eyes widened, and it looked like he could eat the set of papers in front of him.
"A very meaningful day."
Jin Linkun was originally waiting for Sheng to be bored. He came up and took a look. He didn't expect to participate in such an exciting and historic moment: "So my level of supplementary lessons is not bad?"
This person began to swell after hearing the English grades of Class 7. Yu Sheng glanced at him and decided to cooperate with him first: "Not bad."
Jin Linkun was very happy. Seeing that there was no one in the corridor, he couldn't help but want to go and grab her boyfriend's hand.
The motive is too obvious, Yu Sheng didn't hide, just let him loosely close: "Have you bought the vegetables?"
"bought it."
Jin Linkun was easily satisfied, took his hand and walked forward together: "Do you need to supplement other subjects in your class, such as Chinese—"
Halfway through the conversation, a few boys from Class 7 went out to get dinner together, turned the stairs, and bumped into them head-on.
Seeing Yu Sheng's reactions now, their group was highly uniform, they quickly stood at attention, and took out the portable version of the necessary ancient poems from their pockets: "Don't see you!
Don't look away, concentrate.
I didn't see any extra content.
Jin Linkun touched the tip of his nose and changed his mind: "For example, mathematics or something..."
Yu Sheng flipped through his phone and showed him a text message from Jin Linkun and his teacher.
After discovering that the champion of liberal arts at the school next door can control Jin Linkun, the teachers in the provincial demonstration also began to send text messages to Yu Sheng in turn.
The two text messages Yu Sheng received recently were all about Jin's thinking too active in mathematics subjects, and it was suggested that he should try his best to solve problems using the methods commonly used by normal people.
"… "
Jin Linkun hesitated and coughed lightly: "Friend, you may not believe it when you say it, but I'm actually a little involved in history and geopolitics."
"Science student supplementary essay."
Yu Sheng raised his eyebrows, remembering that he heard the group of people in the class chatting at that time: "You dare to teach, they may not dare to learn."
As far as Jin Linkun's habit of answering questions by jumping is concerned, Li Zong still has a result to be collected.
- Point out the changes in salt content in a certain wetland in the future, and explain the reasons.
- Change: increase.
- Reason: obvious.
Yu Sheng felt that there should still be a way out for the Wenzong teachers in No. 3 Middle School.
It seems that there is really no chance to use his residual heat. Jin Linkun is quite disappointed, and he calms down and walks forward again.
Getting used to being annoyed by his words, Yu Sheng cleaned up for a while, then pulled him to pat the chalk dust on the podium twice: "What's wrong?"
Jin Linkun was pulled by him and had an idea: "Friend, do you think your classmates need to learn to twist the Rubik's cube?"
"… "
Yu Sheng let go of his hand, raised it and touched his forehead.
Jin Linkun was a little dazed: "what's the matter?"
"It's okay." Yu Sheng took his hand back, "Just to see if the sudden unemployment has such a big impact on people's mentality."
The make-up teacher, who was suddenly unemployed, was sad for the whole way, and was taken home by her boyfriend.
Jin Linkun's parents came back in the early morning, and the dishes were not delicious if they were cooked early.
Yu Sheng marinated the ingredients that needed to be delicious, and made two soups in advance. He felt that Jin Linkun's room was too messy, so he threw the person on the sofa and tidy up the house.
Looking at the overly tidy room, Jin Linkun was a little afraid to enter the door: "Didn't you say that it is more lifelike than before?"
"Duan Lei said that one-fifth of the reason he was beaten was that he didn't clean up his room."
Yu Sheng flipped through the phone, checking to see if there was anything else missing: "Do you usually use the tip of a pen to poke holes in the curtains?"
…
Jin Linkun decided to follow along.
Yu Sheng should have launched an answer collection in the class "for what reason will he be beaten by his parents", and all the suggestions given to him by the seventh class students are stored in the mobile phone.
It looks almost like a bloody history of teenagers.
"It's okay, my parents shouldn't hit me because I fished out our goldfish and fed it to the cat."
Jin Linkun leaned on Yu Sheng's shoulder and looked down one by one: "It shouldn't be because I burnt the kitchen down and won't give me food... The kitchen you see has been rebuilt after the fifth time our family burned it down. "
There is a row of smoke alarms on it, the kitchen utensils are all fireproof, the masks and gloves are all within easy reach, and there are special towels for getting wet all year round.
Yu Sheng held the phone and looked up at him.
Jin Linkun touched his hair and took the opportunity to stuff him with a candy: "What are you thinking?"
Yu Sheng is very straightforward with sugar in his mouth: "I'm thinking about what mysterious force has protected you to live smoothly until now."
Maybe it was the portable space Duan Lei and the others were talking about, or some mysterious stone talisman that could prolong life and increase blood.
Otherwise, one life may not be enough.
Jin Linkun couldn't hold it back, lying on his shoulder and smiling: "I only burned it three times, and my parents and my mother burned the rest. No one in our family can cook."
The Jin family is the kind of family that is a bit too casual from any point of view.
In the matter of cooking, both Mr. Jin and Ms. Li have little experience, but they also have the courage to challenge.
When Jin Linkun was in elementary school and junior high school, the family basically relied on the live-in aunt to manage meals to supplement nutrition. Later, he finally got through to high school, and his body was about the same size, even his aunt did not invite him.
"So the two of them travel a lot now."
Jin Linkun explained to her boyfriend: "After all, you can eat directly outside when you travel, you don't need to go home to cook, and you don't have to do housework and wash dishes."
The plan was very successful.
Yu Sheng felt that there seemed to be some omissions in this successful plan: "Then what do you eat?"
"I'm a mature son." Jin Linkun calmly said, "I should learn to go to the cafeteria by myself."
During winter and summer vacations, when the school canteen is closed, you should learn to find a summer camp by yourself, or take the initiative to find a place to manage meals such as a youth training camp.
In fact, even he chose the provincial demonstration at the beginning because the canteen of the provincial demonstration was very delicious. Not only did they have Chinese food and Western food, snacks and beverages, but also various flavor windows with local characteristics appeared at every turn.
As long as the iron plate steak on the second floor of the East Canteen does not close down, Jin Linkun has no plans to transfer schools for the time being.
Yu Sheng still couldn't understand the atmosphere in their house, holding the phone, he stood for a while with frowning.
Jin Linkun hugged him, looking at the child's extraordinarily serious expression, a corner of his heart felt sore unknowingly and quietly.
Yu Sheng took the candy for a while, and was about to cook when he was suddenly touched by Jin Linkun on the corner of his lips.
"Don't make trouble." Yu Sheng pulled the head off his shoulders, "Make your candied tomatoes, put the candy with a spoon, don't pour the bag directly—"
Jin Linkun retracted his arms and pressed his lips to his: "Don't make trouble, I want to kiss you."
This person lowered his voice and spoke especially poking people, Yu Sheng paused, but did not continue.
Jin Linkun circled the person in his arms.
A simple kiss without any other meaning.
The sweetness of sugar has been divided into half, and replaced by a very soft breath, a little warm and warm, from the mouth to the entire chest.
"Don't leave for a while." Jin Linkun stroked his hair and lowered his head, "Meet my parents?"
It is normal for boys in high school to bring their classmates home. Friends came over to play, and it was too late to go home for a night without any additional explanation.
But because of their relationship, it seems to have a different meaning.
It was like meeting a parent quietly.
Jin Linkun waited for his response, Yu Sheng raised his head, the corners of his lips tensed slightly: "Next time."
He clutched Jin Linkun's clothes, tiptoed back and kissed it back, biting away the remaining half of the candy and dividing it: "I'll talk about it next time."
Jin Linkun watched their children turn around to cook, but did not follow immediately.
Yu Sheng cooked a few dishes, put the heat preservation cover on the table, took the plate of sugar and tomatoes that Jin Linkun brought over, and placed it in the middle.
"Friend." Jin Linkun looked at his only work, "No kidding, I think it's blasphemy on this table..."
Yu Sheng couldn't help pulling the corner of his mouth and patted him on the shoulder: "There is no blasphemy, I went back and looked, and the rest have turned yellow."
The pot of garlic seedlings in their house began to turn yellow on their own for some reason, and they tried various methods, such as changing the water and changing the garlic, and moving it to the heating, but it didn't work.
Jin Linkun thinks that it is due to the season. The change of sunlight angle and the reduction of sunshine duration cause the garlic seedlings to not find sufficient sunlight, so the chlorophyll of the garlic seedlings decreases.
Yu Sheng felt that he should have been frightened by the pot of salted garlic sprouts.
"It's okay, I think I'll learn to scramble eggs with them sooner or later."
Jin Linkun was very confident in himself, and helped him put the radish and pork ribs soup on the table: "It's really fragrant, can I taste it before my parents come back?"
Yu Sheng shoved the remaining half of the white radish into his mouth: "No, there is cold water for steamed buns on the sofa, so I can eat it myself with chili sauce."
…
Said it was impossible, and finally Yu Sheng gave him a small bowl of soup, picked out a small amount of the same dish without affecting the arrangement, and mixed a plate on the coffee table in front of the sofa.
Jin Linkun's living room also has a TV of the same style as Yu Sheng and his family. No one knows how to look at it. The usual task is to block the wallpaper on the back that is not the same color as other places.
Before becoming a tutor, Yu Sheng casually asked "I want to watch TV to relieve my boredom when I am in the third year of high school".
Jin Linkun tried every means to study for a week, and finally completely mastered the skills of using TV and set-top box, and skillfully turned on the TV and played a background sound.
The two of them stayed up for half the night, and it was even more uncomfortable to wake up after a while. They simply didn't lie down, sitting on the sofa with a bowl of soup and playing with their mobile phones.
At the end of the year, all TV stations are filled with a strong atmosphere of saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new. Many news have begun to summarize the development of this year, and at the same time look forward to new goals for next year.
This year, the Chinese New Year is very early. Now that the lunar calendar has reached the end of the winter month, December can be over in a blink of an eye, and it is almost time for the winter vacation in January.
Jin Linkun changed a few channels for news, put down the remote control, and flipped through the flooded advertisements on his mobile phone for "Happy Sprint Class for College Entrance Examination" and "Enjoy Winter Camp for Senior Three Winter Holidays".
The word "happy" is placed in the middle of the college entrance examination sprint, and it has a very strong sense of fraud. There are very few people who click on it, and there are very few comments and clicks.
These winter camps are all privately hosted, mostly imitating the model of Kong Jiahe and his school, strictly urging students to compress their relaxation time indefinitely and sprint with all their hearts. It may indeed have an immediate effect on raising points, but if you really want to participate, you will undoubtedly suffer very much.
In particular, "lunch time only takes 5 minutes" as a selling point.
Jin Linkun withdrew from the advertisement and touched Yu Sheng's arm: "What are your plans for the winter vacation?"
The seventh class group was also talking about this, Yu Sheng took a sip of soup and turned to his mobile phone to show him: "Study."
Lao He's math question was actually a bit idealistic, but the seventh class didn't care.
After all, this year has come. There are too many things that have fallen before, and many basics are problematic. It is better to learn a little more than not to learn.
Their squad leader Zhang Luo brought everyone together during the holidays to check for leaks, make up for vacancies, and communicate and help each other. Because everyone may face too many problems, he is asking Yu Sheng if he has time in the group.
Yu Sheng didn't mind helping with the topic, so he replied two messages and agreed to the winter vacation training plan: "How about you?"
Jin Linkun hasn't decided yet.
Their families usually get together by chance. At the end of the year, the family reunites and flies to a warmer place to celebrate the New Year. Usually, they stay until February.
It seems that the children can't go together. Jin Linkun plans to come back early after a year, but he still needs a suitable excuse.
It's all a matter of time, and there may be changes at that time.
Jin Linkun was not in a hurry to talk to Yu Sheng, he simply agreed, and chatted with the seventh class about the confusion and trouble in learning.
After midnight, tiredness climbed up little by little.
Yu Sheng calculated the time and felt that Jin Linkun's parents should almost fly to the territory of the province at this time, and put the bowl of soup on the table: "I'll go home and wait for you?"
"Not in a hurry."
Jin Linkun picked up his clothes and quickly thought about the options he had designed earlier: "Wait for me, I'll pick them up and let's go together."
Yu Sheng washed the dishes and put on his coat to get his schoolbag.
He checked Jin Linkun's house for the last time, and confirmed that there should be no omissions. He was about to go out, but Jin Linkun grabbed his arm as soon as he turned around: "Wait a minute, I suddenly got a set of math papers with very delicate questions. …”
Yu Sheng was dragged by him, unable to stand firm in a few steps, and almost knocked on the door frame.
From the beginning, he felt that Jin Linkun had something to say. Looking at this person's unusually blunt excuse, he stood for a while, but he couldn't help but bend the corner of his mouth: "Then pass it on to me, and I'll do it at home."
This method was something Jin Linkun could not have thought of. He touched the tip of his nose and coughed lightly, "It's the paper version—"
"Okay." Yu Sheng spoke very well, "Take a photo of it to me, remember to send the original picture."
…
According to common sense, the plan can almost be declared a failure here.
But after all, the children are so close to the edge of the pit, Jin Linkun is still very unwilling, and thinks that he can try harder: "A layer of invisible anti-counterfeiting coating of special material is applied on it, which reflects light and makes it difficult to illuminate."
"… "
Yu Sheng felt that his respect for this person's brain circuit had reached a certain peak.
After reckoning, there should be some time, Yu Sheng didn't rush to leave at all, put down his schoolbag: "Okay, you can bring it to me to see."
By the way, he took out his mobile phone in a very exploratory spirit: "You take it, I'll take a picture and see what the invisible anti-counterfeiting coating does."
Jin Linkun: "..."
It's rare for a boyfriend to be so genuinely lost. Yu Sheng looked at him for a while, and couldn't help but pulled the corner of his mouth and pulled him over: "It's okay, just one day, you have a good birthday."
He knew what Jin Linkun was thinking, but he felt that there was nothing to say.
The unpleasant thing was released quickly and the unpleasantness was over once. In the rainstorm that day, he had already vented all that he should have vented, and when he met again, he had completely changed his mood.
It doesn't seem to care as much as before.
Of course Yu Sheng also wanted to celebrate Jin Linkun's birthday, also wanted to meet Jin Linkun's parents, and wanted to know whether the relaxed and warm family atmosphere he described was real or made up.
But it doesn't seem so appropriate.
It was such a big deal that the parents came back to celebrate their son's birthday, and he couldn't come here to disturb him so rashly.
In particular, Jin Linkun must have been unhappy last birthday.
It's only once at the age of eighteen that you become an adult. If you waste it, you will waste it. I can't make it up on my next birthday, but I can try my best to live a happy life.
Yu Sheng held his wrist, did not release it immediately, and stood for a while.
He wasn't going to be hypocritical with Jin Linkun, he let go of his hand and touched his pocket, ready to give him the gift in advance, but the person opposite suddenly muttered: "I'm celebrating my birthday at home, and our children are eating steamed buns at home alone. cold water."
Yu Sheng: "…"
He bought the steamed buns simply because he was too lazy to make rice. He still had several boxes of Haidilao's portable instant hot pots and a box of ham sausages stuffed in a mess.
But Jin Linkun doesn't. Jin Linkun thinks it's worthy of hypocrisy: "When I eat a cake, I just want our children to eat a steamed bun."
"The two of us met for the first time last year today, and we can't spend our first anniversary together."
"The little friend helped me cook a table of dishes, and then went home by himself, waiting for me at home alone."
"He's the only one at home, and there's a pot of garlic sprouts and two grasses. It's black and loud, and there's no sound..."
Yu Sheng felt that the scene he described was a bit too detached from reality, so he couldn't help interrupting: "Wait a minute, why is it so dark, can't I turn on the lights and play a song?"
…
Jin Linkun was even more sad: "it's too lonely, he has to play songs for himself."