Don’t Talk To Me!

Thanks to Xia Junhua's solemn thanks for the special lecture on the weekend competition, for the legendary competition simulation, seven groups of half of the horses all helped to sit in the auditorium.

Lao Wan also wore a peaked cap very seriously, wearing the most spiritual shirt, sitting among a group of students.

"Extraordinarily handsome."

Cen Rui’s class teacher didn’t even let his mobile phone. He really liked Lao Wan and praised him seriously: "Teacher Wan, how long you have been sitting here like this, they will not find a traitor out of the students."

Lao Wan was praised a little, embarrassed, waved his hand, and leaned over slightly, followed several contestants to ask about the competition guarantee.

The lecturer was Zhang Shenghang, a well-known contest training teacher in the province. His hair was thinner than that of Lao Wan. In his forties, he seemed to be able to talk about the face of the day.

This lecture is mainly for prospective senior high school students who have the willingness to send them through the competition. In addition to the teacher, there are several senior high school graduates who have already signed up for the next year.

"Hangyu, is particularly famous. A lot of contestants have followed their training, and have run summer camps, and they have a lot of national awards."

Xia Junhua's eyes were bright: "I heard that they are particularly accurate in terms of betting, and practice a few more sets of questions. Putting a hand in the preliminary competition in August can be regarded as an explanation for these two years."

For competition students, it is the final stroke when they reach senior three. If you still can't get a guaranteed delivery contract, you should immediately revert your focus to the college entrance examination, which is even more stressful than ordinary students.

As usual, Yu Sheng sat by the door, turned over two pages of books, and just touched the phone, the light was blocked by the figure.

Looking up, Jin Linkun carried something on his back, still carrying the bright summer heat outside, and the eyes behind the lens bent towards him: "Waiting for anxiety?"

Yu Sheng glanced at him and looked down at the book: "I thought you were lost in a corner of the campus and could not get back."

Today, I'm here to help gather people's heads. Yu Sheng got up early and practiced the piano. He came out of the piano room and received a note without waiting for his text message.

He felt that the tone of the news was not right, inexplicably uneasy, and even sent a few messages in the past, the other side just told him not to worry, and asked to meet in the auditorium.

The result hasn't met people until now.

Yu Sheng turned over two pages and asked him to come in and sit down sideways, watching him take out snacks from the same bag: "You watched the movie?"

"This kind of lecture can't end in three hours, and it must be delayed until noon."

Jin Linkun is very experienced, one-handedly untie the neckline and breathe, put the last box of yogurt in his arms: "Find something for you to eat, it's over to eat."

The time of the lecture is at ten o'clock in the morning, and you have to wait until the end to receive the simulation paper. Yu Sheng woke up early in the morning to practice the piano. He had eaten breakfast for four or five hours, so he sat until noon, and he was inevitably hungry.

Yu Sheng looked at the bag of cartoon finger cookies he passed over: "...when did you become an adult."

"Six months ago, December 7." Jin Linkun skillfully tore up the packaging, and answered very accurately, "Ten months older than you."

"..." Yu Sheng looked at the cookie he handed in, and was silent for a while, but still took it and folded it into a few paragraphs, taking advantage of no one to see neatly stuffed into his mouth.

After this man had finished repairing his stool, he put Wangzi milk and bear biscuits in his dormitory. It might be true just because he really liked Wangzi milk and bear biscuits.

Adult farts.

Yu Sheng was forced to take the good yogurt that was passed in through the straw and took two sips. He pushed Jin Linkun's birth date ten years back and recorded it on his mobile phone.

Sitting for another time, the lecture began as scheduled.

The five university science competitions are almost comprehensive in science, and the direction of mathematics, biology, and chemistry is different, and there is no way to generalize. This lecture is mainly for contestants who first applied for the exam. The content of the lecture is too shallow, and the audience can't help but bow their heads and chat together.

[Sand hammer loves me I love sand hammer: Lao Xia, are you still listening? 】

[Simulation paper Chong Chong Chong: I have been taking the exam for two years. If it is not for the purpose of simulating the paper, I will not forget to set a password when I am not here to listen to the registration. 】

[Simulation volume Chong Chong Chong Chong: I feel I wasted an entire seven sets of precious one hour, and I will continue to waste. 】

[Seven Group No. 1: No waste, just understand the extracurricular knowledge, you are really hard. 】

[N at four in the morning: It doesn’t matter, Xia, I brought the workbook. Do you need a headlight? 】

Xia Junhua put down his phone and looked up at Kong Jiahe with a miniature miner's lamp on his head: "Why does the deputy leader have a headlight..."

"Probably the anti-bite effect of the small table lamp." Cen Rui looked over there. "I actually moved a little. Ask the deputy leader, is there a link?"

...

The WeChat group's news jumped to 99+ in a moment. The lecturers on the stage were still talking. Occasionally, they made two jokes witfully, and the audience barely responded with a sparse applause.

Kong Jiahe's link to the same headlight was quickly sent to the group. Cen Rui was rushing to copy the search. Suddenly he heard a round of applause and quickly looked up: "What's wrong? He made a big move?"

"No, I just started talking about examples from previous years. I love to listen to gossip."

Xia Junhua has listened to various competition lectures, and has no interest in this kind of story: "It is nothing but which one is the one-point difference, which one is signed because of the lucky adjustment, or what is the lesson of the previous car, listen It’s useless..."

His experience was obviously very reliable, and the voice fell, and the voice of the lecturer on the stage rang: "Overwriting in front of the car, learning from the back, everyone should pay special attention to this example, and you must not make similar mistakes. "

This kind of opening has always been attractive. The students who had already been distracted from the stage also sat up straight and raised their heads.

The lecturer was very satisfied, tapped the microphone, and took a few steps back and forth with great enthusiasm: "In fact, it was a year ago, the final of the math competition, the winter camp in December-early December. Some of the competitors may know that strict Before checking the cheating of the leaked questions before the exam, it was in our province that I really caught a fish that missed the net."

Yu Shengzheng turned his head down and heard a phrase in his ear. He subconsciously frowned and looked up at the stage.

"The original paper, full of papers, was filled with answers before the exam."

The lecturer's tone became serious: "Provincial finals, you can think about how serious this is cheating-fortunately, the student who committed the incident finally voluntarily admitted, otherwise the other students in his group will face the disqualification of the winter camp. Punishment."

The lecturer looked to the table and motioned for a boy who was brought in to introduce his experience: "Strictly, do you remember this?"

The boy named by him looked nervous and shook his head before raising his head and snorted: "Remember, remember."

The lecturer nodded in satisfaction: "So, students must pay attention to the precautions! The pressure of the competition is not less than that of the college entrance examination. Even if it is the best and easiest one to study in your heart, you may do something private in private.

"Yan Zhi was almost implicated in the same year-this is because he didn't see the paper, if he saw it? If the cheater was killed, he wouldn't admit it? Several of them will be disqualified and punished."

The lecturer's voice was very loud, and the speakers were buzzed and hummed: "Be sure to protect yourself before the competition. If you find any cheating on the subject, you must report it immediately. Only in this way can you avoid being innocent. ......Strictly, you will elaborate on the situation at that time."

The boy named Yan Zhi turned pale again, instinctively glanced down the stage, and quickly looked away.

His legs trembled a little, took the microphone and walked to the center of the stage, swallowing and spitting his head down: "Yes, it was December last year..."

Xia Junhua felt more and more wrong when he listened, and then frowned, and the WeChat of the phone suddenly shook twice, and a new message appeared in the chat group of the seven groups.

[Jin Linkun: @夏俊华. There is something wrong. I would like to make up for which simulation questions. 】

[Simulation of Chong Chong Chong Chong: Don’t use God! There's nothing messy about this, there is a hammer on the east and a mallet on the west, there is no dry goods at all! 】

[Simulation volume Chong Chong Chong Chong: You want to go and go, really! I **** want to go...]

Xia Junhua quickly knocked on the phone's keyboard, and before sending the message, Jin Linkun had stood up.

Yu Sheng frowned, looking up at him.

"It's okay." Jin Linkun looked down and smiled at him. "Go out and wait for you, tell me what you want to eat at noon."

His expression was calm, but the eyes behind the lens were so deep that he could not find it. He stepped out of the seat beside Yu Sheng and walked out towards the back door.

On the stage, the microphone in Yan Zhi's hand flickered, blurting out and calling him: "Kun---"

Jin Linkun didn't seem to hear it and pushed the door out of the auditorium.

The lecturer was a little dazed at first. Hearing Yan Zhi yelled, he suddenly matched the number and lowered his voice: "It's him? Why is he here too..."

At the beginning, the cheating of students was in full swing. Everyone thought that the students involved were expelled. I never thought that the key point in the province of A city actually kept the school status and even sent the people to the next quasi Summer camp for senior three.

The sound on the stage was low, but after all there was a loudspeaker, and many people heard him clearly.

Xia Junhua was a little flustered and swallowed: "What's going on? What does this matter have to do with God?"

Cen Rui spent quite a long time in the forum, and saw a few posts with plausible content. He clicked in his heart and quickly connected: "Do you remember, the vice-principal of N University..."

The information given on the stage is too obvious. Outsiders may not be able to match the number, and those in the summer camp may not be able to match.

He quickly flipped out his phone, and several new posts appeared on the forum to discuss whether Jin Linkun was relegated because of this matter.

Strictly standing on the stage, Yan Zhi looked a little apprehensive, squeezed the microphone, and stuttered and said, "We... participated in the winter camp, and the classmates took the test paper..."

"Fuck." Cen Rui had the quickest brain. The first figured out what was going on, and slammed up: "Fart--"

Ding Zhengjiao hadn't responded yet, instinctively grabbed him: "What's wrong? Don't make trouble, Teacher Wan is here..."

"This **** is not making trouble yet?"

Cen Ruiping's temper was usually too good. At this time, he couldn't help but toss his arm away: "Do you still believe it? Can God use it?"

If there is a normal lecture, it will be noisy when it is said to be noisy. Today Wan Yongming is here.

Cen Rui gritted his teeth and could not bear it, but still couldn't hold back the fire, and when he fell, he turned and walked out.

"What do you mean, this group of stupid people are pouring dirty water?"

Liang Yifan followed him closely and almost laughed angrily: "It's okay to say other people, his head is upset?"

A student from the outside group on the side was unclear and turned back to persuade: "Sing a little, knowing people and knowing each other, a lecture opportunity is rare..."

"A rare fart."

Ding Zhengjiao made an exception, and stood up: "Our group has two whole camps tied for the first place, and everyone will talk about any topic."

He didn't behave well at ordinary times. At this time, he stood up, his things were not packed, and he turned and walked out.

It happened so suddenly that several people didn't respond. Instead, Kong Jiahe packed up the first thing and trot without any doubt.

The seven groups of students asked one by one, and they soon figured out what was going on, got up one by one, and all went out.

Liang Yifan walked halfway, looked back at Yu Sheng, who was still sitting steadily, and couldn't help but pull him: "Sen brother, this group of stupid people splashed dirty water, and they didn't listen to walk around-- "

Yu Sheng didn't move, raised his arms and raised his head: "What am I going?"

Liang Yifan was startled, hesitantly let go.

The audience has become a commotion, Yu Sheng put down his hand and stood up: "Strict?"

This time the seven groups as a whole were sitting forward, his voice was high and low, and it happened to be on the stage.

Yan Zhi's face instantly turned white, and what he had stumbled to say also stopped, and his instinct retreated.

Yu Sheng was calm: "You come down."

Probably the coldness of his body was too obvious. A small piece around him quietly followed, and several students sitting close moved instinctively far away.

"Is it seven groups? What happened to the seven groups?"

The director of the summer camp responsible for organizing the lecture frowned, and saw Wan Yongming sitting on the side: "Teacher Wan, you restrain the students of your group! How can you be so unorganized and undisciplined!

Wan Yongming stood up tantrum, nodded his head and beckoned to hear: "This is restraint, I go out to find them."

Seeing that even he was out of the house, the director's face changed slightly and he stood up: "Teacher Wan! Teacher Wan—"

The audience got out of control so badly that the only teacher who could manage it followed the students. At any time, the Lord couldn't control it. Yu Sheng had already crossed the stairs, and with one hand, he pressed the podium easily and flipped up easily.

Yan Zhi shivered instinctively and retreated desperately: "I don't know you, me, you can't do it, this is a provincial summer camp, you will be punished -"

Yu Sheng looked at him and picked his lips.

His eyes swept across the sidelines, and at a glance he recognized the tall, thin boy that Qin Xing had seen. The other party also obviously had a guilty conscience, the pair caught his sight, turned and ran off the backstage, disappeared.

Yu Sheng ignored him and looked back to Yan Zhi: "Is it you?"

He didn't say much, but Yan Zhi understood him inexplicably. After suppressing the guilty conscience for more than half a year, he was afraid of madness, and desperately shook his head to deny: "No, no, I didn't do it, not me..."

Yu Sheng lowered his head and clutched his right wrist: "What's the matter?"

Yan Zhi was terrified, trembling and speechless, only knowing to hide behind.

Without the patience to talk to him, Yu Sheng turned his head to look aside and there were some lecturers who hadn't responded to the incident: "What day is it."

The lecturer did not know what was going on, and was still at a loss. He subconsciously replied: "Winter Camp-December last year, December 6th..."

Yu Sheng nodded.

He walked toward Yan Yan, picked up the man, and looked at him.

Because of such garbage.

Yan Zhi hasn't slept a safe night since the final day, and now he is almost frightened to meet Yu Sheng's eyes, struggling desperately to retreat: "You listen-you listen to my explanation, it's already a senior three, no Achievements are going back to the college entrance examination... I have been studying competitions for two years and can't keep up."

He stuttered, and said in a messy way: "The school values ​​him and will definitely help him find a way. The school had also expected him to take the first place in the province. He wanted the college entrance examination without asking for a guarantee..."

Yu Sheng punched him in the stomach.

Yan Zhi's face was pale for a moment, and he lost his voice in pain for a moment. He was thrown on the ground and struggled with retching.

Yu Sheng still had to move forward, his arm was suddenly pulled gently.

He didn't pay any attention, he would throw it away and continue to move forward, but the hand that held him was still not released.

The force is already familiar.

Yu Sheng frowned, turned back, and met Jin Linkun's gaze.

"It's alright." Jin Linkun pulled his wrist. "Stop fighting, let's go."

Yu Sheng asked: "Are you all right?"

Jin Linkun paused, lowered his eyes, and picked the corner of his mouth.

Yu Sheng: "Did you take the paper?"

The seven groups of students came back most of the way. Ding Zhengjiao stood at the side door. Hearing this sentence, he couldn't help but took two steps forward and was dragged by Cen Rui: "Calm-calm!"

"How can Brother Sheng ask this?" Ding Zhengjiao was a little unbelievable. "He doesn't believe in Kun Kun? Kun Shen doesn't need to take any papers—"

Cen Rui squeezed his head tightly and shook his head, dragging him back.

Liang Yifan whispered: "Brother Sheng believes, Brother Sheng believes more than anyone..."

On the stage, Yu Sheng's voice came out through the microphone not far away, cold and clear: "Did you take the paper?"

Jin Linkun raised his head and met his sight.

He tilted his head slightly, and the black eye behind the lens blinked quietly, shaking his head: "No."

Yu Sheng: "Why didn't you say it?"

Jin Linkun knew what he was doing and stood quietly for a while: "Say."

I said it, but it was useless because it was unanimously identified by everyone.

The president’s letter, and the vice-presidents of the universities who came to enroll also believed that the awards he had received were not countable. Everyone knew that he didn’t need to take the paper, but there were handwritings and evidence, and the evidence was solid.

The evidence is strong, so it must be punished.

So even if the school fights for fate, and several deputy principals cooperate to protect and retain his student status, he must stop the exam for one year before he can take the college entrance exam again.

Yu Sheng bowed his head and went to the strictness of being paralyzed on the ground. He was hugged with one hand by Jin Linkun: "Yu Sheng."

He bumped his chest and shoulders together, and he found that Yu Sheng's heartbeat was extremely fast.

"...Just because of this rubbish."

Yu Sheng's voice was hoarse and he held his arm hard to pull him away: "You've been delayed for a year because of such rubbish--"

"Yu Sheng."

Jin Linkun turned to him, raised his arms to hug him, and hugged the boy in his arms.

The person embraced by him was cold, and his rapid breath hit his neck, and his heart beat fiercely through his chest, imprinting on his chest without reservation.

Jin Linkun closed his eyes and patted twice behind Sheng, and his voice came down: "There is no delay."

He lowered his head and hugged the man into his arms: "I met you."