Don’t Talk To Me!

In the second half of the lecture, Yu Sheng didn't listen to what was on the stage.

Because this person actually did what he said, he began to learn with him.

They sat close to the corner, far away from the stage. Jin Linkun raised the contest question on his lap, the phone screen was shining, and leaned over to watch the political emphasis with him.

There was neither nonsense nor utterance, and he followed him carefully page by page.

...

I don’t know if it’s because the air-conditioning in the auditorium is really too cold. Yu Sheng had stretched his arm that was going to push the person away, but he didn’t add the last bit of strength.

Until the end of the lecture, Yu Sheng's impression of those dozens of pages of content, there is one more reason why this person is so hot.

"Today's lecture is here, the students are working hard."

The vice principal responsible for enrollment on the stage signaled the end of the lecture: "Here are our self-recruitment briefs and sponsored introductions. Everyone can take them back and have a look, and understand more about the required conditions and procedures..."

Some students took it one after another, and some took it with their notebooks to consult for more detailed regulations and information required for registration.

Immediately entering the third year of high school, many people have vaguely felt the pressure of the college entrance examination, and began to prepare in advance in all directions.

Ding Zhengjiao went directly to take a pile according to the number of people in the group, and looked for human hair one by one.

The seven groups sat forward and walked to the side door, leaving only the last two.

"Brother Sheng, do you want it?"

Ding Zhengjiao only found where the two of them were sitting, and shook the brochure in his hand: "I feel that the conditions are quite good. The variables of the college entrance examination are also large, and it is also very good to protect the bottom..."

"No need to."

Jin Linkun packed his things and looked up politely: "Thank you, I--"

Yu Sheng lifted his leg and kicked him.

"..." Jin Linkun said concisely: "We don't need to."

"Are you dreaming?"

Xia Junhua was a little unbelievable: "I'm all ready to accept the critique of Kunshen's "I'm too boring to **** myself, why can I only worry about the college entrance examination"."

"Then you should thank Brother Sheng."

Cen Rui was close to him in a row, and witnessed the whole process with his own eyes: "Brother Sheng used his power to seal the Kun God, prevented this sentence from appearing in time, and guarded the weak and helpless us."

Liang Yifan's two hands snapped together, just about to be grateful to him, suddenly Cen Ruila took a hand and happened to pass by.

A little familiar, so scared that he immediately shut his mouth firmly and quickly sat back in the seat.

Vice President N was just on stage, I don’t know when I came over,

"Jin Linkun?"

The vice principal stood by the door and looked at him carefully. He looked very kind: "It's really you. You are a little bit different from before. I'm still a little uncertain."

Yu Sheng frowned, and took a half step back.

Jin Linkun's movement to pack things stopped, looked up and smiled politely at him: "Principal Ma."

With the competition book in his hand, he was about to pack it into Yu Sheng's schoolbag. The Vice-President glanced at the cover, his eyes brightened: "Are you still learning competitions? It doesn't matter, I won a few more prizes this year, and I won't delay for one year--"

"Principal Ma."

Jin Linkun stopped his words in harmony, and stuffed the book into his schoolbag: "Looking at it, I won't compete."

The vice principal was stunned.

He didn’t get angry because he was interrupted by Jin Linkun, but his expression showed some regrets: “Your talent is the best among the students I’ve ever seen. Whether you choose N or not, we don’t want to see you continue to be violent Go on..."

Jin Linkun's eyes twitched slightly, and he was about to pick up the schoolbag, and was suddenly held by the other hand.

He was startled and raised his head subconsciously.

Yu Sheng pressed him, because of the two people's position, the arm almost seemed to protect him.

"He didn't give up on himself."

Yu Sheng pressed his arm and said the words like gold: "It's too boring to send me a job, he wants to take the college entrance examination."

Xia Junhua: "..."

Cen Rui: "..."

Liang Yifan: "..."

The vice principal opened his mouth and smiled: "Yeah... I forgot."

This kind of summer camp for colleges and universities was originally serving several other routes. The vice principal almost forgot the most normal way of entering a university, patted his head, and joked with a smile: "How about, do you want to try the provincial champion of science this year?"

Jin Linkun looked up and looked at Yu Sheng aside.

Just now he was in charge of people who were not allowed to talk nonsense, but at this moment he didn't mean to intervene at all. Holding his arm and leaning back, his expression was dull, and he couldn't see anything strange.

Jin Linkun couldn't help but pulled the corner of his lower lip, his elbow gently touched Yu Sheng, asking for permission seriously: "Can this be said?"

Yu Sheng: "..."

There is no time when this person does not owe.

At that moment, the thought was born, and Yu Sheng glanced at him, his lips twitched, and the black and white eye knife raised silently.

The eyes behind Jin Linkun’s lens were slightly bent, and all the photos were received. The right hand was covered by the schoolbag, and he touched the sugar in the roommate’s pocket.

"……Correct."

He squeezed the wrapping paper, put the sugar in his mouth, and casually raised his eyes: "I want to get one."

...

"Careful."

In the self-study room, Xia Junhua was dying: "I thought Brother Sheng was helping us seal the Kunshen, it turned out to be a big move to help him."

Cen Rui moved back to his seat step by step, envied with tears: "It's so cool, when can I pretend to be like a gangster..."

The leader of the seven teams rarely rectified the mentality of the team members, sitting in their seats, binocular and obsessive.

The liberal arts student Liang Yifan looked around and couldn't help complacent: "I seem to be able to appreciate your despair..."

Most of the seven groups of science students are still in the shocking aftermath of Jin Linkun's sentence. Only the deputy leader Kong Jiahe seems to be completely unaffected, and he is still diligently diligently working on the topic.

Liang Yifan was very annoying and couldn't help but get together: "Vice leader, didn't you hear what Kun God said? When I was just in the auditorium--"

"I heard that, Classmate Liang."

Kong Jiahe pushed his glasses and looked up from the sea of ​​books: "To succeed in the college entrance examination, strength, luck and mentality are indispensable."

After the training in the last competition, his expression ability has improved a lot compared to before. He earnestly greeted Liang Yifan's stunned gaze: "Classmate Jin's self-confidence is also a very important one. I want to learn from him and maintain a good self I feel that I can show my true strength in the examination room."

Liang Yifan: "..."

After the lecture, the enthusiasm of the seven groups of students suddenly doubled under the stimulation.

Even though the evening self-study had not begun, the rustling sound of the strong mountains and rivers with the pen tip falling on the paper had already reverberated in the classroom.

When Jin Linkun entered the door, he was shocked by the extravagant learning atmosphere in the whole classroom.

Yu Sheng was blocked outside the door by him, and he pushed a hand and raised his hand to take his school bag: "Forgot to bring something?"

"...No, this weight cannot be forgotten."

Jin Linkun took a step back and pulled on Yu Sheng, "Friend, do you think the atmosphere is not right today?"

He turned his wrist and still carried the heavy schoolbag firmly in his hand.

Yu Sheng's cognition of the enthusiasm of this group of school bullies had reached the top on the first day after he came in. He looked up and glanced at it. He realized that something was wrong and bypassed him to enter the door. , Drag you to the gallery and start with a knife."

Jin Linkun couldn't help smiling, handed him the schoolbag, and sat down with him.

He was so quiet today that he was a little uncomfortable. Yu Sheng glanced at him, said nothing, and took over to unzip it.

Returning from the auditorium, Yu Sheng had always wanted to ask him what had happened.

But Jin Linkun doesn't seem to want to say anything.

Everyone has things that they don't want to be known or spread out to point out. Yu Sheng did not intend to get to the bottom of the question, took out his set of guys, and spread out the workbook, preparing to continue to brush questions.

Jin Linkun didn't take the competition today, nor did he take the "Contract Theory". In front of him was a thick stack of cursive paper that marked his points for the detailed process, and turned page by page.

He didn't read quickly, turned a few pages, and sometimes went back to carefully compare.

Yu Sheng glanced sideways, retracted his gaze, and the nib continued to fall on the paper.

After the lecture, Lao Wan probably heard about Jin Linkun's intention to enter the college entrance examination, and called him to talk.

"Your papers have also been analyzed by our school. There is no problem with knowledge reserves and problem-solving ideas. If you want to stabilize the scores in the college entrance examination, you should pay more attention to details."

Lao Wan didn't mind anything at his opponent's school, so he patiently mentioned him: "Pay attention to the standard of the answering steps, don't skip the steps, and prove that the questions should be written in full, otherwise it will be too bad."

Yu Sheng was also pulled to listen at that time, and wanted to applaud Lao Wan.

He hasn't seen Jin Linkun doing questions these days. This person would like to answer the questions with his eyes. After a glance, he can figure out the answer. One math paper is answered. .

Yu Sheng glanced down at the question he was working on, and marked several more points (1 point) on the points that were not counted in a few hours.

Jin Linkun's brain turned quickly, but his concentration was average. After only an hour, he hit his arm and hit him lightly.

Yu Sheng took a nib and took a point on the paper: "Why."

Jin Linkun figured out the mug: "Drink more hot water."

Yu Sheng: "..."

He is not interested in things like falling in love, but under the constant influence of Duan Lei, he also knows more or less that this is a straight man's sentence in a love story.

But this person not only said that he even brought a very large thermos, and was unscrewing the lid to pour water for him.

Jin Linkun's survival skills are so irritating that making a red date wolfberry tea or tea strainer is not known. The juicy red dates digging into the core are mixed with the wolfberry, plopping high and diving, smashing the splash on the table.

Yu Sheng looked at the wreckage of red dates that popped on the edge of the cup lid and finally figured out what the man was doing in front of his desk before studying at night.

Yu Sheng was not thirsty, and after watching the glass of water for a while, he still didn't refuse.

The air conditioner is also turned on in the classroom, and the vacuum flask has a general effect. The poured water is already a little warm.

Jin Linkun touched the wall of the cup and frowned: "It's a little bit cold, I should give you a drink early."

"Not cool."

Yu Sheng took it over and drank a few sips: "I don't like hot drinks."

Jin Linkun stunned, and couldn't help raising his lips, Hulu took two of his backs: "You don't need to eat even the dates, there will be no nutrients after soaking..."

The rest of the words were smoothly silenced in an eye knife.

Yu Sheng turned back to continue to brush questions, and Jin Linkun didn't bother him any more. After a while, he refilled him with a glass of water and continued to turn over the stack of scratch paper.

...

The third time he came out of the bathroom, Yu Sheng felt that he could no longer be so soft-hearted.

Jin Linkun's thermos can hold a liter of water, let alone drink it.

Yu Sheng sat back in his seat and stared at the same table beside him. When Jin Linkun was about to get the mug again, he raised his hand in time to stop his movements.

"Stop drinking?"

Jin Linkun couldn't move his arm, and was a little sorry: "I checked. Drinking more water is good for your health..."

The teenager stretched his shoulders and arms, clutching his wrist hard, obviously determined to be very firm.

After holding each other for a while, Jin Linkun finally regretted the end of his talent show, wiped the lid back, and put the thermos beside him: "Friend -"

Yu Sheng frowned: "What's the matter?"

This man was really abnormal tonight. Regardless of the fact that he did have a fever, Yu Sheng, who was full of water, still felt that he seemed to want to say something to him.

So I had to bribe this pot of tea beforehand.

Jin Linkun's expression was not as relaxed as usual, and the pen at his fingertips turned in a circle, and fell down unsteadily.

Halfway down, the hand that had been touched by him was steadily copied in time.

"Told you, don't change your pen at this level."

Yu Sheng took his pen and placed it at the table, turning sideways: "Speak, what's wrong?"

Jin Linkun opened his mouth and looked up at Yu Sheng's eyes.

Impatiently impatient in those eyes, frowning at the peak of the eyebrows, but hiding some unnoticeable worries below, the clean eyes fell upon him with a mistake.

...

It seems that as long as he says now that he doesn't want to go to this evening for self-study again, the other party can put down his handbook and only half of the workbook is written, pack up his schoolbag and accompany him to go over the wall, and find an Internet cafe to play the game for the night.

Faintly aware that he was actually comparing with the exercise book in his hand, Jin Linkun inexplicably felt that he seemed to be a little bit more and more wrong.

He didn't actually know what he wanted to say to Yu Sheng, or maybe he just wanted to call the other party, and looked at the teenager around him with a little impatience, turned his pen back to his gaze, and glanced at him.

Jin Linkun touched Yu Sheng's grip on his wrist.

It is said that red dates nourish qi and blood, how to drink red date tea all night, hands are still so cold.

The thoughts in his mind were a little messy, and he asked a question: "You say-can I save the number one?"

"..." Yu Sheng: "Ah?"

Jin Linkun felt that this question was a little neurotic, and he touched his nose: "Just, first..."

"Kun God, I must interrupt you."

Liang Yifan listened to the two big guys in the back seat chatting for half a class, and finally couldn't help it, turning back: "Look at this classroom."

Jin Linkun retracted his arm and slightly raised his eyebrow.

"Did you see it? Do you feel this magnificent enthusiasm for studying?"

Liang Yifan feels that he is particularly strong now and opens his arms bravely: "Because the people in this classroom are convinced that you can take the first, and don't want to be reminded of the second again in such a short time Times."

The leader of the seven groups sat close to them with tears in their eyes, and put down the pen and turned their heads: "Good speaking, classmate Liang Yifan, the entire seven groups applauded in your mind."

Jin Linkun: "..."

Seeing the two men turn back to cover their books, Jin Linkun coughed lightly and tried to bring back the same table with his head down again: "Friends..."

"Aren't they all finished?"

Yu Sheng didn't look up: "I don't need to say more."

Jin Linkun opened his mouth and smiled: "I still want to listen to you once."

The pen in Yu Sheng's hand paused.

Jin Linkun said this sentence in a calm tone, calm and even a little inexplicably mild hope.

Yu Sheng knew what he wanted to hear. The pen in his hand clenched, but the throat was a little tight for the first time.

He can't say.

Good is not good, bad is good.

What he said may not be accurate time and time again, but for such a big thing, he couldn't open his mouth until he thought of the proper expression.

After all, it is the college entrance examination, and no one can guarantee foolproof. It's not that the brain will surely hold the top of the list soon, unless this year's paper happens to be difficult, and the score difference of the top few is obviously opened, otherwise the victory and defeat may be in the details of ten points.

Jin Linkun did not wait for a while, smiled, and sat back again.

The pen in Yu Sheng's hand turned fast, and he flipped through a few pages of questions without looking at one page. He took a deep breath and put down the pen, reaching under the table.

Jin Linkun's hand rested on his lap, just about to lift up to turn the page, and suddenly he ran into another palm with only a little coolness.

Without waiting for his reaction, Weiliang's slender fingers had been bent down, and with a bit of decisive force, he grabbed his hand firmly.