Don’t Talk To Me!

Kun Kun, who was tempting on the edge of friendship, was kicked back with a sudden pull of black.

Making friends is too difficult, only roommates are a little warm.

Jin Linkun put down his mobile phone and hugged the man into his arms. He was pulled up and covered his shoulders.

In fact, Yu Sheng was a bit afraid of the cold. When he was very sleepy, his temper was not good enough. He touched his head, and sometimes he could notice that the short hair on his palm rubbed back slightly.

When he was awake, obviously he would never give this opportunity.

Maybe he will be thrown out with his arms twisted.

Jin Linkun moved his arm, let Yu Sheng rest on his shoulder, and folded his arm slightly.

He didn't know what he was thinking, but he seemed to know exactly what he wanted.

But the children don't seem to know yet.

Yu Sheng really didn't feel these things. After they participated in the competition with a complicated cause, girls began to send gifts with blushing, all of them were treated by his roommates to discuss issues, and a brain was thrown at him. On the desk.

I don't know if the little girls have figured out, the core problem is that the gift shouldn't give the workbook at all.

Jin Linkun stayed up late to brush the forum a few days ago, and he reported that some of the protagonists were their buildings.

Although most of them are "On the comparison of the strength of the two learning gods", ""Ge Jun Mi Volume Special Edition"-Summer Camp tied for the second favorite recommendation", but there are also a few buildings, the relationship with learning is not so Big.

I don’t know when some of the photos I took were very blurry, and there were no special movements. Most of them were sitting together, listening to lectures, talking, eating, walking.

...

If it were not for the purpose of saving points, according to the originally planned quota, he could still leave a few questions for those nine ranks to be handsome.

But Yu Sheng does not brush the forum.

Otherwise, he might really go to apply for a few more trumpets, and top those posts every day.

Jin Linkun sighed, buried his head in Sheng's neck, rubbed it twice, and closed his eyes.

At noon the next day, when the two returned to the summer camp, they were stopped by the director in charge.

Jin Linkun didn't want to fall asleep too much all night, and was still sleepy because he was trapped, and his arms were already pulled.

Yu Sheng dragged him behind him and took a step forward.

"you guys--"

The director wanted to speak, and the sharp color in the boy's eyes caught in the front suddenly forgot what he was about to say.

He had been waiting for these two students for quite a long time, opened his mouth, frowned, and continued to say: "Just ask you a sentence...Your group is going to make trouble like this?"

Jin Linkun didn't know yet, frowned, "What's the matter?"

"It's none of your business." Yu Sheng raised his eyes and looked at the director who was obviously hiding something, "Yes."

director:"……"

The applications of the seven groups were not stopped, and they were even placed on the desk of N Vice President.

Yesterday afternoon and this morning, almost everyone in the seven groups was individually called by the leaders of the summer camp to talk about it. Enwei was put in place. The conditions were once good enough to be related to further studies, and there was still no one who properly withdrew the application.

The one in front of me was more direct, and he didn't even find the opportunity to say a few words to him so that he could put forward the conditions.

Having been a teacher for so many years, it is not that I haven't met the students who are savvy, but it is really rare to see such a group of students as the seven groups who admit their death so much, and even lead the group of teachers to fool around.

The director looked at the two of them for a while, did not speak, and turned away.

...

Jin Linkun followed him to the bedroom and finally figured out what was going on.

Yu Sheng's temper is actually not very liberal arts students, the succinct wording did not give him the opportunity to interject, and he spoke to him in seven words about the decision of the seven groups: "Lao Wan also signed and said he wanted to adjust the monitoring records at that time."

In fact, maybe you don't need to tune.

Those students were terrified, especially stern. They had been guilty for so long, and they almost explained what happened on stage that day.

The facts are not hard to find. The facts are the facts, right there.

What we have to wait is whether we can turn them out again, let people admit it, let people know it, and let those who should pay the price pay.

"..." Jin Linkun was silent for a while, and said softly: "Actually--"

He didn't know what he wanted to say, and he felt that it was inappropriate to say anything. He stood at the table for a while and his eyes fell on a thick stack of competition books.

Yu Sheng was not prepared to listen to him. He simply packed up and changed his clothes: "Go to rehearsal?"

"Go." Jin Linkun cleared his throat, took the thermos and rinsed it, and replaced it with freshly brewed red jujube tea: "Literary and Art Show -"

He didn't seem to be accustomed to saying such things. After a moment, he continued to say: "If the whole team gets the first place, can they help them by themselves... help?"

Yu Sheng raised his eyebrows and put a few piano scores in his schoolbag: "Yes, you can write more questions for them and help them with the college entrance examination."

Jin Linkun was slightly dumb, raised the corner of his mouth, and said nothing.

It's almost time for rehearsal today. Yu Sheng picked up his schoolbag and added a handful of sugar to his pocket: "Can't you go?"

"...Go." Jin Linkun smiled and took the schoolbag from him: "Stay up with me tonight?"

Yu Sheng got up from bed this morning, facing a face close to him, and waking up for five minutes in the battle between the heaven and man who should be beating. Now he can't listen to the words "accompany me tonight": "No, I haven't finished my geography."

Jin Linkun couldn't help raising the corner of his mouth, rubbing his hair that was pressed up, and had a good temper: "No problem, you carry your..."

Summarize the question type and focus on the key question. This kind of thing only needs a computer. There is a power strip in the middle of the bed between two people. It still does not delay squeezing on the same bed with his roommate.

In the rehearsal room, seven groups of students are chatting together.

"Give me ten cents... if I dare to change them back, my dad can discount my legs."

Cen Rui squatted on the stool, lowering his voice and vomiting: "I want to be angry now, that's my idol! I'm also going to believe that Kun God will shake my hand before the preliminary match!"

"Fuck, good idea!" Xia Junhua slapped his thigh. "After worshipping the gods to answer the contest, I think I can be as strong as a bamboo shoot.

A boy on the side couldn't help but be taken aside from thinking: "What about college entrance exams like ours, is it feasible to not wash hands from now until June next year?"

"Calm." Cen Rui patted him on the shoulder. "That might not allow you to enter the examination room."

Everyone was chatting lively, Kong Jiahe was sitting on the side, erhu was set aside, using the time before the rehearsal to race on the table to solve the problem.

Cen Rui couldn't sit still, so he went over and talked to him: "Deputy leader, what conditions did they give you? Is it also a point reduction?"

Kong Jiahe looked up from the exercise book and helped his glasses: "The university that admitted them said that it could be reduced to a certain level."

"It's really bloody..." Xia Junhua couldn't help feeling, "What about you? How did you reject them?"

Kong Jiahe is very serious: "I told them that this is not necessary, I can be admitted to their school, and I don't want to go to their school."

"..."

After raising their hands to vote, the deputy team leader Kong Jiahe was awarded the most handsome return award in this incident.

The boy with glasses was a little bit at a loss. Although he didn’t understand, he couldn’t help but grinned shyly, put down the pen in a hurry, wiped the two hands on the clothes, and took it from Cen Rui very solemnly The handwritten certificate of infatuation.

Jin Linkun leaned against the back door and looked quietly for a while.

The rehearsal room was in a mess. Someone wanted to touch the hand of the deputy leader Kong to get upset, some took the opportunity to quickly hide his glasses,

Ding Zhengjiao, the team leader, took great care to help protect the erhu of the deputy team leader, while reminding everyone to be careful, it doesn't matter if you hurt yourself, don't damage the instrument.

The boys clapped together with laughter, and the girls clapped happily on the side.

Everyone was making trouble, as if he could take that step as long as he lifted his legs, he could join in directly.

Yu Sheng came holding a pile of clothes and couldn't even see the road. He vaguely saw him poking at the door and kicked with his legs: "Don't block the road, what are you doing here?"

...

Jin Linkun did not stand firm and took a step forward.

The seven groups of students had already received the good news from Liang Yifan that "Kun God not only regained his spirit and was really too good", and immediately abandoned Vice Leader Kong, cheering and enveloping the people.

When Jin Linkun finally broke out from the crowd, his roommate was already sitting on the table, wagging his legs leisurely and waiting for him for a long time.

"friend."

Jin Linkun straightened his glasses and straightened his collar: "You can't just sit here and instruct them how to block me..."

Yu Sheng seemed to be in a good mood, unable to hold his lips together, and pointed to a bunch of musical instruments that were moved to the corner of the wall with kindness: "The leader said, if it breaks, I will accompany."

"..." Once the friendship was destroyed, Jin Linkun was a little unbelievable: "Did you even move them to the side?"

The teenager sat in the sunlight leaking into the window, leaned his head, his pupils were clear and translucent, and he lit the little tiger tooth towards him.

...

Suddenly stunned by Brother Sheng for a moment, Kun God was found a flaw again, suppressed on the table, as a mascot, for everyone to fully enjoy the luck of learning God.

The literary and art performance is just this weekend, and there is not much time left for the seven groups of students. After careful consideration, Lao Wan decided to help you make some new breakthroughs.

A bunch of costumes brought by Yu Sheng were rented with the help of Mr. Wan. From the school uniforms of the Republic of China to fairy-tale bubble skirts, and a set of silver glittering laser suits, the styles are very mix and match. through.

"Teacher Wan..."

Ding Zhengjiao looked carefully at the pile of clothes: "You want to express-can we perform a science fiction style suspense fairy tale in the Chopin concerto?"

"Fuck, team leader." Liang Yifan hasn't recovered his language ability, he looked up and looked at him with admiration, "You're better than me as a liberal arts student."

Everything in front of me was real, Cen Rui raised his hand to his chin and held his little sand hammer: "I don't care about anything else, if anyone dares to let me wear that green dinosaur piece pajamas, I will fight with him ."

"Choose one, maybe it's appropriate."

Lao Wan is very Buddhist, and he sat down at the table without any hassle: "There are so many things I can find. The stage mode musical is very suitable. Even if you can't play, you can play a tree by the road, Play a stone, play a flying saucer..."

Cen Rui shuffled Ding Zhengjiao and lowered his voice: "Team leader, you are so powerful, you can see Lao Wan's love of science fiction at a glance."

"..."

Ding Zhengjiao did not want to accept this compliment, and also assigned tasks in a low voice: "Don't chat, Cen Rui Xia Junhua Dong Jue, you are responsible for suppressing Teacher Wan's brain hole, Liang Yifan's old hole, come over to help, see if you can pick out what Normal clothes come..."

According to their contact progress, it is indeed very difficult to behave like a group of demons. I usually practiced with the accompaniment. Every time Kun Shensheng joined the class in front of the piano stool, no one dared to find a space and then stuffed his instrument.

The literary and artistic performances in high school are not very demanding, as long as you can make some innovations in the model, let people shine, you can still find a new direction to find a new color.

Lao Wan borrowed clothes from the drama club. The clothes were limited, and the normal style was even more limited. Everyone gathered in a circle and quarreled with their heads, fearing that they would be assigned a deadly look.

Jin Linkun stood on the side and looked unconsciously at the green little dinosaur piece of pajamas named by Cen Rui.

"Stop the brain." Yu Sheng sat on the table with his hands propped up. "Impossible, I have my own clothes."

Jin Linkun: "..."

Jin Linkun felt a little sorry: "Friend, I haven't said--"

"Let's play with four hands together, you should be awake." Yu Sheng did not give him a chance to chase his dream. "Whichever you choose, you have to wear the same as me."

Jin Linkun opened his mouth, not knowing what to do, and suddenly his heart moved.

The two of them in the forum, I don’t know which girl with a pink avatar wailed and cried for several floors: These two people have so many different styles of clothes, when can they see the couple shirts! !

In fact, Yu Sheng wore his shirt once.

When I first came to the summer camp, the other party was wet with the rain and did not bring any clothes that could be changed.

It's just that the two of them are still a little different. Yu Sheng's clothes don't fit well, the cuffs are rolled up, and he almost made Yu Sheng cut his trouser legs.

...

At that time, it would be nice if the cut was made.

Inexplicably sorry, Jin Linkun rubbed the tip of his nose, squatted down, and turned over in the pile of clothes.

It really made him flip out another set, dark brown bear's, plush from head to toe.

"Kun God." Cen Rui raised his head and whisperedly reminded him, "You'd better let go of it. Brother Sheng seems to be coming over and beating you soon."

Jin Linkun was still reluctant to give up the idea, hesitated while holding his clothes: "Can I wear it?"

Cen Rui is very pragmatic: "I don't think it will work. If you think about your pipe organ, I think it will not work either."

Under the sacred glory of the pipe organ, Jin Linkun squatted for a while, but still let go in a compromise.

He actually wanted to see what his roommate wore the same as when he was a kid, a black tuxedo dress with a red bow tie, and the neckline of his shirt was inlaid with a very delicate gold border.

...

But this may not necessarily work.

Jin Linkun stretched his arms, sandwiched the voice-changing bow tie on Cos Conan's suit between his fingers, and looked up to meet his roommate's sight.

After hesitating for a while, he still released his hand and stood up under the urge of survival, and took out his mobile phone: "Friend, what color shirt do you like?"