Don’t Talk To Me!

Yu Sheng was silent.

He wanted to say no.

At that time, he didn't think so much at all, just because the black shirt was so annoying, he was inexplicably abducted and he couldn't help it.

Just one sentence.

"No? Brother Sheng, did you really say that?"

There was no movement on his side, and Duan Lei couldn't help but anxiously: "What did you say? Hurry up and make up to see if there is any help..."

Yu Sheng didn't speak.

It doesn't matter what kind of tuition for the junior high school starts in advance. In case the sentence comes true, he may face some more serious and practical problems.

Yu Sheng: "Duan Lei."

Duan Lei was taken aback by his unusually formal tone, subconsciously holding his mobile phone and sitting upright: "Here."

Yu Sheng: "I have put the computer in the dormitory, the password is 147258, come over if you want to play, and save you from being beaten by your dad in the Internet cafe."

Duan Lei: "..."

Terrified by his solitary tone, Duan Lei's mobile phone was unstable, and he burst into tears: "Brother, this is the number you curse yourself..."

Yu Sheng didn't respond to his voice, stopped his right hand on the mouse, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled, holding the neck with his hand and pressing hard twice.

…Or not necessarily accurate.

He just wished the **** a random sentence, and the good things he told him were mostly ineffective. As long as the previous sentence is not effective, the latter sentence may not become a real poisonous milk.

Basically it can be established logically.

I hope that in a matter of moments, the black shirt must be a kind of scum that is kind and cute.

Yu Sheng recalled the speed at which the other party answered the question and felt that this matter was actually quite possible. The dangling heart was quietly released, and he was about to click the mouse to check the points. Duan Lei's stunned voice just passed along the microphone.

"Fuck—Brother Sheng, I just saw it."

He should be writing a post while calling, and the click of the mouse click came over, the tone was a bit trance: "There is a test room with Kun God, saying that he answered the question in the morning-this is still human Is it squeezing him to the second, is that a buddy? What kind of person am I with to receive high school education..."

The mouse in Yu Sheng's hand followed.

One morning.

Kun God.

Xuanhuankun and what kind of kun.

Because the somewhat stagnation of thoughts in the afternoon was slowly turning, the subtle sense of conflict that has persisted since he introduced himself has never been more vivid.

The gear rolls and clicks into place.

Yu Sheng's right hand flicked, and the mouse's small white arrow wobbled, and he clicked the button to check the score.

...

He was quiet for a long time here. Duan Lei finished a whole page of posts and realized that there was still no movement here. He tentatively tapped the microphone: "Sheng brother-Sheng brother? Are you still there?"

After three seconds, Yu Sheng's voice came out: "In."

In a short word, Duan Lei inexplicably heard a little meaning that the hearts of the four are all empty.

He couldn't help shaking, opened his mouth, and tentatively asked: "Brother Sheng, you first--"

There was a loud bang at the end of the phone, and I didn't know what had hit the door.

Duan Lei was as quiet as a chicken at the moment, stopped the conversation consciously, holding his mobile phone away with breathless breath, carefully hung up the phone.

Yu Sheng looked at the computer screen expressionlessly, and a jar of red Wangzi milk rolled back, shaking, and stopped at the leg of the stool.

Yu Sheng snapped his computer shut and picked up his clothes and left the dormitory.

Often walking by the river, how can there be no wet shoes.

He had never thought about it, the first time he also brought in poisonous milk, actually turned over like this.

Both belong to the exhaustive rollover method.

On the way back over the wall, Yu Sheng actually thought about simply removing the phone card and throwing it in the river.

Anyway, no one will really find him. That summer camp with a lot of prefixes really wants to invite the selected people to participate. It is also a possibility to call to notify.

As long as his phone card was removed quickly, those people would not be able to reach him.

Yu Sheng jumped down against the wall, walked to the pedestrian street, and found a store that used second-hand phones.

The boss was lying on the counter playing games. He greeted him casually and listened to his request. He felt a card pin without looking up and gave him a hand. Over here.

Yu Sheng chose a new number, took out the ID card and handed it over with the money, picked up the card pin, and removed the original mobile phone card.

The replaced card has been in use for some years, and the chip is reflected in the lamp, showing a stale copper color.

"Is the old card scrapped? Do you need to hinge it for you?"

The boss was very enthusiastic and reminded while getting a new card: "Some of them picked up this thing and used it to call your family members according to the address book to scam... It seems that the leakage of personal information is very dangerous. Be careful."

Yu Sheng squeezed the card, unconsciously, and then he heard the boss asking again before raising his head.

"No need to."

He responded, bent his fingers, held the replaced card in his hand, and held it for a while: "...No."

No one will answer the fraudulent call.

The boss moved very quickly, and it took him a long time to get the card handed over to him, pointing to the old card in his hand: "Can you close the account? I can do it here."

Yu Sheng shook his head, thanked him, and replaced the new card into his phone.

When the card slot is pushed forward, there will be a slight sense of stagnation. Continue to push forward, and the resistance will disappear, and it will be buckled tightly with a slight click.

Yu Sheng looked at the slot where the new card had been installed, and unconsciously appeared a moment later.

The boss couldn't help the gossip, left the game, and leaned forward against the counter: "Talk about your friend's stay?"

Yu Sheng raised his head and frowned: "What?"

"So reluctant to wait for someone to call you?"

The boss has been in this street for a long time, seeing the young love of the teenage girls carried by the phone card, a posture of coming over, with a long-term focus: "If you want to open up, the past will pass. Love can't beat, how can't live , Is she missing a phone?"

Yu Sheng was startled.

Of course, what the boss said is quite the same as what he was thinking, but there is nothing wrong with that.

He was waiting for the phone, and he waited a long time.

It's been a long time since he has worked hard to find many opportunities and reasons for not knowing how to replace this card.

...

This opportunity is undoubtedly the most powerful.

Yu Sheng didn't let his memory stay on the Arabic numeral 2 for too long, took a breath, and put the old card he put into his pants pocket, and rubbed his neck and smiled: "Yes, I can't fight."

The boss consciously enlightened a confused teenager, full of sense of accomplishment. Interestingly, I will tell him more about life and philosophy, but I don’t know when it will be empty in front of the counter.

Yu Sheng, holding a mobile phone, had picked up his clothes and walked away.

Yu Sheng put on a new calling card, sent a message to Duan Lei, and briefly explained to him.

Duan Lei fought back to him with trembling: Brother Sheng, are you going to be invisible from now on?

Yu Sheng: ...

Yu Sheng regretted telling him that he pressed the screen to put away his phone and looked up at the street corner again.

Of course he didn't plan to hide the waves of a summer camp, but he didn't even know what he had to do.

Or you can go to the Internet cafes and play games for a while to see if you can run into the irreconcilable silver practice.

The pedestrian street in the evening is very lively, and there are students everywhere who have finished the day's exams. A few boys talked and fell together, you stumbled on my leg, I hugged your waist, and beat them into a ball without any rules.

Yu Sheng stood on the street corner and looked for a while.

The quality of sleep in the afternoon was unexpectedly good. He is still very energetic now, and he doesn't want to go home for the time being.

Don't want to go home, the school is on holiday, and there will be no one in the dormitory.

I don't know when the empty irritability quietly dissipated, and suddenly it came to me with imperceptible traces.

I thought about it for a while, but there was only a hint of temperature in the abusive silver training.

Yu Sheng turned around and found an internet cafe, reported a series of ID numbers, opened a computer, and logged in to the game.

Baiyin Dailian is still frying fish in the fish pond, and the winning percentage is rising.

The irritability in the chest was finally suppressed temporarily, Yu Sheng grabbed the mouse, and didn't think about the ones that didn't exist anymore, so he stared at the silver player in a single row. Abused back.

Today's silver generation training seems to be less focused than yesterday. After a while, it gets stuck, and there is only a trace of blood skin left in one shot.

Yu Sheng won a set and couldn't help but frown, opened Steam and poked him:?

The other side has lost three games in a row, and suddenly received a simple question mark. After a while, I came back to the news: No, I broke a bunch of forms in the summer camp and fought again.

Yu Shengxin said that he didn't reach the level of the star drill. He stopped his fingertips on the keyboard for a while, but still didn't hit it. He threw a medicine box under his feet.

Bai Yindai did not move for a long time.

Yu Sheng frowned, wanted to knock and asked if he had dropped the line, and at the other end a message finally appeared: Friend, ask, is the explosive package changed now?

Yu Sheng: "..."

It seems that the probability that he has recently met someone who is under punching is a bit high.

When such a person is placed in front of him, he is throwing up the material on the ground. Yu Sheng couldn't help moving his right hand holding the mouse, and the gun in the picture also lifted up.

The silver generation rolls on the spot and dodges quickly.

Yu Sheng didn't shoot.

It seems that the silver training is quite frustrating, and I deliberately knocked on one: you fired a shot, and I practiced it hundreds of times.

Yu Sheng ignored him, pinched the time when the poison circle hadn't shrunk, and sat down beside Bai Yindai.

He sat in front of the computer for a while, let go of the mouse, stopped his hand on the keyboard for a while, and slowly tapped the next line.

What is the summer camp?