Don’t Talk To Me!

With the strong evidence of the black shirt, Yu Sheng was found to be an innocent victim without any suspense.

The people on the ground looked terrible, but in fact Yu Sheng left a spot in his hand, and he didn't really hurt anywhere. After lying down for a while, he relieved that breath.

The followers were all pulled to support the field, and those who didn't want to block actually had such awesome fighting power. At this time, the mentality was almost collapsed, and it was because Sheng's friendly and concerned greetings were desperately trembling, and no one dared to explain exactly what was going on.

Without any serious consequences, it is at most a level of critical education.

The police are familiar with each other, and skillfully pick up people one by one and throw them into the police car, preparing to take them home for a serious ideological and educational baptism.

The broom was terribly angry, scolded and threw her arms over her wrists, and was tucked into the car neatly. Fang Chi pulled the police to reflect on the education and write a check.

The messy situation cleared in an instant.

Yu Sheng rubbed his forehead, relieved.

He was not afraid to go to the police station to write an inspection, but if he went to the police station, he would have to delay the time and miss the exam.

I don’t know who is thinking of the idea of ​​texting the parents for the absenteeism.

The school was closed in seven minutes, and the time was a little tight. Yu Sheng had no time to delay and raised his leg to the back wall.

Only two steps ran out, and the whole person suddenly took a sudden, his footsteps went wrong, and he collapsed neatly.

The black shirt hasn't gone yet.

Right behind him, the bag of cult pancakes was carried in his right hand, and his left hand was hung over his shoulder, before he had time to shoot it.

Yu Sheng glanced at him cautiously.

Although he was not wearing a school uniform, the other party appeared in this place at this age.

He knows all the people in the third middle school. There is no such a lack of beating, but it is also not like a person in a place like the provincial key.

When you enter the examination room, you will not be allowed to read the review materials again. If you want to review, you have to squat at the door. There are many students along the way. The third middle school and the provincial key Jingwei are clearly distinguished. It is not difficult to tell the weight of the schoolbag and the seriousness of the sprint at the entrance of the school.

The guy in front of him apparently didn't bring anything, and he didn't even buy one for the "Every exam must pass suit".

It doesn't seem that there is a top student studying hard every day.

It was almost half past seven, and at least one subject must be absent from the front door. He didn't even worry about it at all. He still stood idle and lazily, and he kindly handed the cut pancake in half towards Sheng.

The air quickly filled with unpleasant aromas of food.

Yu Sheng: "..."

Shouldn't go out for dinner in the morning.

I don't know if I can give him time to nibble an apple later.

"Hold it, I can't eat it."

The black shirt handed him half of the pancakes again, and his voice was low and magnetic, as if he had swallowed a subwoofer: "Isn't that caused them to get rid of it?"

Yu Sheng was annoyed: "passing by, scared."

A bit surprised by the point of his revenge, the black shirt raised his eyebrow, but he couldn't hold back and chuckled.

He seemed to be quite beaten at first, and when he smiled, the sense of lack of beat was that Sheng was inexplicably reaching its peak.

......Anyway, it's a half help.

Yu Sheng always reasoned, rubbed his teeth and took a breath, brushed over the pancakes he passed, and turned straight: "Follow."

He doesn't know or know the people in front of him. It is estimated that he is still a key student there. Even their school attaches so much importance to this inexplicable examination, and the provincial key top students are late for the examination, fearing that they will be hung up to light the sky lanterns.

The black shirt was a little puzzled, and didn't ask much, raised his eyebrows, and followed.

Yu Sheng turned over the wall all the year round, and he was proficient enough to enter the school with his eyes closed. With ease, bypass the monitoring, bypass the two bulletin boards, and go under the gap where a railing spike has been broken off.

The black shirt followed him, standing together.

It was still the unhurried posture just now, and he approached it very carefully. He looked up slightly and looked at the gap caused by violence.

Yu Sheng pulls his clothes: "Will it turn over the wall?"

The black shirt blinked and lowered his head in a sound.

...

Mostly it is a little bit hard.

There was not much time left for them. Yu Sheng glanced at his slick glasses shirt. He was too lazy to rub nonsense. He took off his school uniform and visually inspected the distance. He raised his hand and threw it up: "Tug, your height, work hard Just go up."

Yu Sheng has practiced sports for several years. Basketball can be played in addition to power forwards. He is accurate in his hands. His clothes are thrown up and the railing is firmly secured.

He didn't stop, pulling his sleeves down to the next line, stepping on the wall and borrowing force, and the whole person swept the railing neatly.

The wall is not high, Yu Sheng did not delay, one hand folded on the railing, and landed firmly.

The black shirt stood outside the wall, his eyes always following him, his eyes quietly brightened.

Yu Sheng patted the palm dust: "Have you learned?"

Without waiting for his answer, Yu Sheng had rolled the school uniform into his hand from the seam of the railing: "Lust point, the school will be closed."

The young man's hands were thin and clean, with distinct skeletal fingers and long fingers, and a slight green muscle was revealed as soon as he tried his strength.

The black shirt's gaze stayed in that hand for a moment, looked up and smiled at him: "Learned."

His knot was obvious, and as he spoke slightly, he went down and covered the tightly-buttoned shirt collar.

Yu Sheng frowned unconsciously.

bass.

Damn it.

High school happened to be the watershed before and after the voice change. Yu Sheng checks every day to see if he has changed his voice, but no matter how he stays up late to barbecue and drink beer, the clear voice of the teenager in his voice can't be suppressed. Every time he fights, he has to bring a few big voices to help shout.

It’s too much to lose face.

With such a tall and subwoofer, Yu Sheng looked at it and got angry.

The person who looked at him was obviously without this self-knowledge. He passed the two pancakes across the railing and motioned to Yu Sheng for help, holding the school uniform sleeve and rolling it slightly on his arm.

Then he grabbed the railing with one hand and used his arm to make a pull-up easily and lifted himself up against the wall.

Unique.

Very stiff.

Yu Sheng was amazed by his unique skill of turning over the wall.

The black shirt looks thin, but the strength is obviously not small at all. The arms are tight through the cloth, and the smooth muscle lines can be seen through the shirt.

Although the method he used is a little strange, his movements are extremely smooth and precise. He didn't even touch the wall, but simply borrowed from the top. The whole person had turned over and hung it with one hand, and he moved towards Sheng.

Yu Sheng raised his eyebrows, raised his head in the past, and didn't wait to speak, his school uniform had fallen into his arms head-on.

One hand fell on his shoulder.

The opponent loosened the hand holding the railing and pressed it lightly on his shoulder. There were already more people on the side.

Yu Sheng was inexplicably a little shocked: "You-the provincial demonstration wall is energized?"

The black shirt clapped the gray on his hand and was choked on him just to thank him. His words came to a halt, and he still grinned well: "I'm used to it, but I can't change it."

He landed on Yu Sheng's shoulders, and the two were a little too close. The deep and clear voice fell on Sheng's ears, which caused him to sigh slightly.

Yu Sheng saw that he was ten times worse than before.

Not planning to deal with this kind of person any more, Yu Sheng clapped his shoulders and threw the pancake back into his hand: "Okay, come in and come in, hurry to take your test, don't squat at the door and cry ."

His examination room is on the third floor of the high school, and there is still some distance away. There is no time for nonsense here. Roll up your school uniform and lift your legs.

The black shirt raised his hand and grabbed him.

Yu Sheng drew a breath, his breath slammed up, and hissed: "Is it all? Is there anything else?"

Suddenly his mouth was firmly covered by one hand, and the whole person was circled between his shoulders and arms, hiding under a thick tree.

The director of the education department walked back with his hands on his back, striding slowly.

Hearing some movement here, the director looked up and saw nothing. He checked the signposts and isolation strips and entered the building from the back door.

Yu Sheng frowned and looked up at the man in front of him.

The black shirt was unexpectedly skilled, covering his mouth with one hand, circling him with his shoulders and arms, and clasping the tree with one hand.

The fabric of Banzheng's shirt is slightly cool, and a slight body temperature seeps through the clothing, and is attached to the skin between Sheng's necks.

A bit of clean black tea aroma.

The black shirt waited for a while, then went out and scanned it.

"okay."

He let go of his hand, and his long, cold fingers shook in front of Sheng's eyes: "It's anxious to act, and I haven't had time to discuss with you... is it all right?"

Yu Sheng frowned, opened his hand, and raised his sleeve to wipe his mouth hard.

I just want to take a test on time, and I don't know where there are so many broken things.

Yu Sheng feels that he and the exam may be violent.

The black shirt didn't speak much, and walked towards the isolation belt, lifting one hand high enough to wait for him.

This time the other party really helped him.

The director of the Education Department in No. 3 Middle School has a headache for everyone. If he sees him over the wall, he will write a check and give it a punishment.

He was anxious to go to the examination room and did not pay much attention to the situation around him. If he hadn't been tossed in time, he might now enter the office to drink tea.

People help me seriously, and I can't say no thanks.

Yu Sheng took a deep breath and decided to talk to him aside from prejudices and walked over: "Thanks, I wish you the second exam today."

Because of the inexplicable skill points of metaphysics, if you want to wish others well, you can only help the poor with such precision.

Good and bad spirits, this kind of saying is actually useless. But if you say "I wish you a smooth exam" and "I wish you a happy life", it is easy to become a reverse taunt because of an insincere attitude, causing others to have a bad luck throughout the exam and a rough life as if on the spot Lost dreams.

Yu Sheng, the world of learning tyrants, doesn't understand, and only knows that there is no accident. The first is probably that the legendary learning **** didn't run, and the second is the best result.

"Second--" The black shirt raised his eyebrows, and the eyes behind the lens bent slightly curiously, "Me?"

"Yup."

Time was running out, and Yu Sheng had no time to explain to him, patted his clothes, drilled through the isolation belt and hurried to the teaching building.

"Can it still be me?"