Don’t Talk To Me!

Yu Sheng moved his arm.

He didn't say anything, and his body was still stretched. Jin Linkun didn't want to let go, and it didn't matter if he thought he would take another punch, but suddenly his lips were touched abruptly by something.

Jin Linkun froze for a moment, and subconsciously raised his eyes before he saw the sugar in Yu Sheng's hand.

Peeled well, directly fell on his mouth.

The sugar paper was clenched firmly in the palm, revealing an obscure corner of the paper.

Yu Sheng pressed his lips tightly and his eyes fell on him.

The boy's eyes were clean, the unabashed true temperature passed through the thin layer of irritability on the face, and fell straight into his eyes.

His chest shrank slightly.

"How do you--"

Jin Linkun's throat was inexplicably a little dumb, rubbing his head and rubbing, and smiled: "Why..."

He didn't know what he wanted to say, and he didn't say the following for a long time. He just bowed his head a little, and passed the sugar from his fingers, a little bit into his mouth.

The sweet smell of milk spreads in the mouth.

Jin Linkun contained the sugar, lowered his head, and buried it in Sheng's neck.

After a few moments of silence, the person he was holding moved, and a hand fell on his back, patting twice.

The two gangsters who left the study room hand in hand did not return until the end of the evening study.

All the seven groups of students did not dare to go, a little piously around the table in the last row where two people had no time to clean up, and looked at each other to discuss countermeasures.

Cen Rui wanted to touch the big man’s workbook and was a little imaginary, rubbing his hands: "What should I do-help bring it back? What if they are not in the dormitory? Seriously, I even think this stack of scratch paper A little sacred."

"It's not sacred to look at the content."

Liang Yifan's courage grew bigger and bigger, and he probed his head to study: "The two of them suddenly started to pass notes when they talked. I didn't hear it, but the intuition should be more thorny -"

Liang Yifan: "Excited..."

His words paused, and he couldn't help thinking about the writing on the paper.

Cen Rui immediately overcame the sacred aura of the papyrus, and he glanced over and quickly opened his eyes.

A few lines of scribbled on the scratch paper.

The handwriting on the right is sharp, even if it is written by hand, the stroke is very beautiful. Two or three lines are added up and down, and it looks very clear and easy to understand.

The line on the left is not very clear, and there is a vaguely scribbled shape of a dragon snake.

Liang Yifan touched his chin.

Cen Rui squatted on the chair, took off his glasses, and performed eye exercises for himself.

"What's the matter with you two? Brother Sheng really went out to fight with Kun Kun?"

The reaction of the two people was too strange. The seven group leaders were also conquered by curiosity. They couldn't help but also looked down at the past: "We still have to ensure internal unity. If there is a disagreement between Kun God and Brother Sheng, we also have to try to adjust... …"

Seven group leaders: "..."

In a quiet place, Xia Junhua's voice sounded hesitantly: "Probably-right hand spiral rule?"

Xia Junhua gestured, looked at the words "hold another minute", and guessed: "Maybe it is a more complicated subject. Hold it a few more times to determine the direction of the magnetic line and current."

"..."

The classroom was quieter than before, and Cen Rui looked up and couldn't help looking at him sympathetically: "Is this so hard?"

Xia Junhua was dazed and didn't wait to speak. Liang Yifan had patted his head soothingly and tucked it under the table.

The seven groups of students speculated about the whereabouts of the two bigwigs, and soon expanded from the root of the playground wall that facilitated appointments to more abundant possibilities.

It has been speculated that the two big guys who slipped behind the wall in the small hotel sat in the private room of the Internet cafe and ended the last game.

Yu Sheng's patience was completely exhausted. When he fell to the edge of platinum to survive, he deleted Jin Linkun's friend of the trumpet and watched him fall back to a position that fully matched his strength.

Jin Linkun cleared his throat, a little apologetic: "Friend, actually--"

"The number is for you, don't say it's mine."

Yu Sheng cut off his words and took two people's instant noodles to pour hot water: "Do you want ham sausage or braised egg?"

Jin Linkun worked intently for several rounds. At this time, he also felt a little tired, rubbed his eyes, and leaned back into the swivel chair: "It will do."

There is a kettle next to the door, and Yu Sheng pressed the switch when he opened the last game, which just happened to boil.

Jin Linkun felt that he should also help, got up and followed, kicked by Yu Sheng: "Don't mess up, go sit."

This person can even paste hot porridge. Yu Sheng doesn't want to know that letting him pour hot water to make a noodle, it can produce unexpected fantasy effects.

Having just dropped the immortal star diamond of others back to Gold III, Jin Linkun touched the tip of his nose and sat down on the edge of the sofa very honestly, looking for a switch and helping to turn on the light.

Internet cafes near the university all pay attention to style, and private rooms are better than one. They not only have a sofa and coffee table, but also have a small screen, which can play games and movies, and is dedicated to serving all kinds of reasons for the night.

Jin Linkun fiddled with the TV box for a while, randomly picked a movie, and watched Yu Sheng pick up the two boxes of instant noodles.

Yu Sheng's movements are very neat, tear open the cabbage dumplings and sprinkle in, put the ingredients to add water, one side is sealed with a fork and put back on the coffee table: "wait a few minutes."

He set up a timer with his mobile phone and raised his head to meet Jin Linkun's gaze on him.

The person didn't seem to be moving, Yu Sheng frowned, and put down his phone: "Look at me?"

"It's nothing……"

Jin Linkun rubbed his eyes and smiled: "I was wondering how I can train you back."

Yu Sheng didn't want to think: "I don't need it, I don't want to touch this game for a while."

Jin Linkun: "..."

He seemed to want to say more, opened his mouth, did not say anything, and leaned back in the sofa.

Yu Sheng frowned.

He finally realized what was wrong with this man.

Most people owe their feelings, and they will return it at most next time. Even if they care, they won't remember it all the time.

But in Jin Linkun's case, this matter seems to be particularly clear.

It seems that all goodwill has to come and go. It is very clear. If you owe anything, you must return it quickly.

Yu Sheng decided to fix this problem for him.

Before Jin Linkun had time to recover, the bucket of noodles in front of him was lifted, and the steamed braised eggs were pulled out of the other bucket and fell into his bucket of noodles.

"..." Jin Linkun: "Friend--"

Yu Sheng picked up his bucket, moved it to a place beyond his reach, and took two bites: "Who is your friend?"

The words are cold and impersonal, and the tone is not at all rushing.

Jin Linkun froze for a moment, looking at the two braised eggs floating in the noodle soup, his eyes bent silently.

The aroma of instant noodles was suddenly strong, the steaming white mist, the clean and bright boy, the overlapping shadows in the lights.

Inexplicably, everything seems extremely real and clear.

Jin Linkun leaned over, raised his hand, and covered his head again.

His voice shook slightly in his chest, mixed with the background sound of the movie, and gently rang: "You."

Yu Sheng didn't expect him to answer. The fork in his hand paused and looked up at him.

The teenager hadn't drawn a bar yet, his eyes were still round, so he was so wide, and the thin impatience between his brows completely faded completely.

The screen projector was buzzing, and the blurred light and shadow were interlaced, falling into the black and white pupils, and lit up.

It looks exceptional... well.

Jin Linkun couldn't help rubbing his hair, and his lips raised: "I don't eat braised eggs, and my egg whites are allergic."

Yu Sheng: "..."

He cares about this person again is stupid.

Seeing that he was about to get up, Jin Linkun chuckled and pulled the man back in time, hooked him on the shoulder, and pressed it back into the sofa: "Okay... I will eat it. I will definitely give it to you."

He wasn't too hungry at the moment. He was wrapped in fragrance at the moment, and he actually had some appetite. He took a fork and took a breath. "It's really fragrant. I've wanted to try to stay up late to eat instant noodles..."

Yu Sheng's fork was stretched out when he was feeling nonsense, and he simply separated the egg whites of the two braised eggs, and snatched back half of them: "Is the egg yolk too allergic?"

"...Not allergic, this is really allergic."

Jin Linkun immediately picked up the noodle bucket and took two steps backwards very vigorously, leaning against the wall and drinking a sip of soup: "The egg yolk is delicious, especially with instant noodles..."

He was still struggling to find words, and saw Yu Sheng put the barrel down, immediately stopped the conversation, quickly put an egg yolk in his mouth, and ate a few mouthfuls of noodles.

Yu Sheng glanced at him and bent down to adjust the focus of the projector several times.

The picture shook, and it became clear after a while.

Jin Linkun picked a detective film. In the 19th century, the streets of England were continuously interlaced, and the colors were old like a misty tide.

Yu Sheng looked at it for a while, and was really not interested in it. He touched his mobile phone and opened WeChat.

WeChat has collected a bunch of unread reminders. Duan Lei, a group of 301, 7th, 3rd, and 3rd, has begun to go back to school to compulsory make up classes. A photo of a thick stack of exercise books was issued.

The leader of the seven groups also inexplicably sent him a message to let him pay attention to his body and rest early.

… Presumably because he had a fever just inexplicably.

Yu Sheng took a few notes back and leaned back on the sofa behind him, reading a notice to him: "Tomorrow morning there will be a lecture, do not force to go, it seems to send a thermos."

Jin Linkun raised his eyebrows and suddenly got a little interest: "Do you want a glass? Can I--"

"I don't want to."

Yu Sheng doesn't even want to hear the water word now, and cut off his words: "Liang Yifan helped take the things back, let's go to his dormitory."

Jin Linkun also remembered the good habit of drinking red dates and wolfberry tea for his roommates. He was a little sorry when he heard the words. He agreed, and bowed his head to eat the noodles again.

Yu Sheng packed things up and leaned back into the sofa, playing mobile phones and watching movies.

Detective films can't be seen as soon as they miss the details. Yu Sheng didn't force himself to forcibly guess who the murderer was. He just listened to the excitement, and his body unconsciously relaxed in a somewhat long and dark tone.

I don’t know why, every time I have this person by my side, it seems that sleeping is especially easy.

After all, it didn't take long for the fever to finish, and Yu Sheng was more tired than usual. Jin Linkun ran out and played the half-night game. At this time, he began to feel tired and his eyelids sank a little.

He closed his eyes, and the temperature over his back pulled him out of his sleep.

Yu Sheng opened his eyes and looked at Jin Linkun, who didn't know when he got close again and tried to hold himself against his shoulder: "Why?"

"..." Jin Linkun coughed lightly and told the truth, "I thought you were asleep."

Yu Sheng felt that the answer itself sounded quite wrong.

He was not able to sit steadily on the day he had a fever, and had to drink water and take medicine. Jin Linkun supported him, of course.

But when these two people are sober and there are no unexpected surprises, this action seems strange for some reason.

"No." Yu Sheng moved to the side. "You are normal."

Jin Linkun's arm was still raised, and his left hand touched the tip of his lower nose, pointing to the screen: "It's normal, you see."

On the bench in the picture, the man in a suit and leather shoes is also grabbing the people around him with one hand and letting him lean on himself.

Yu Sheng never watched this plot, frowning and looking up: "What are they doing?"

"Nothing...actually normal."

In fact, Jin Linkun didn't even watch the movie at all, forcibly made up the plot, and told him the story: "The two people met before, and they happened to meet again later.

The voice hadn't fallen yet, and the suit killer had pushed his sunglasses coldly, closed his gun and got up to leave. The man who had just been wrapped around him slipped softly, and there was a pool of blood under him.

Yu Sheng: "..."

Jin Linkun: "..."