Don’t Talk To Me!

The carnival night the day before the semester was caught and gave a lecture. A group of people led by Duan Lei felt that the opposite of the video might not be true Yu Sheng.

Or was caught in the summer camp and carried out inhumane experiments.

But because Yu Shengjiwei has been around for a long time, a group of teenagers who still hold playing cards and mice dared not move. Explained the topic of one night.

When Yu Sheng turned off the video and went to bed, everyone seemed to have obtained peace of mind and sublimation.

"To tell the truth." Three hundred and two people were dying. "At first, when Brother Sheng said he wanted to give a topic, I actually refused..."

Duan Lei is crazy: "Then you refuse!"

Three hundred and two: "Dare I dare? In order not to learn tomorrow, Brother Sheng was pushed from the wall to the outside of the wall?"

Boy No. 2 added: "In order not to learn, was Brother Sheng from platinum milk to bronze?"

No. 3 added: "The landlord loses eighteen in a row. Going to the internet cafe just happened to meet my mother and take me directly from the internet cafe to the second floor of the internet cafe?"

...

The last person raised his hand and concluded: "For these, small things like learning, I think we can still be patient."

The students of the third middle school comforted each other for a short while, clinging to the homework they finished unconsciously, and each of them went offline. With the newly acquired rich knowledge, they fell asleep.

Yu Sheng couldn't hold back, turned over on the bed, and found three sugar under the pillow.

Pressing a small sticky note.

After realizing that his paintings were even harder to recognize than the grass, Jin Linkun said goodbye to gongbi painting and returned to the simple and easy-to-understand stick drawings, giving him a big smiley face on the sticky note.

The following is a neatly written line.

——"Children sleep well and have happy dreams."

Yu Sheng took the sticky note and read it several times, but couldn't help tearing down the corner of his mouth, and pressed it back under the pillow again.

Why is this man so wide...

You have to take care of any dreams.

I don’t know if it is because Jin Linkun who is in charge of everything looks really annoying. Yu Sheng fell asleep soon after, and he didn’t really make those messy dreams.

I only dreamed that he ate too much sugar and couldn't talk because of a toothache, and his face became swollen and became a bun.

Yu Sheng, who got up in the morning, thought it was a hint of destiny. The hand that touched the sugar in the carton hesitated for a few seconds, or put all the sugar back, leaving a pocket in his pocket.

The work of returning to school is mainly to publish books and receive homework, plus to announce the next course schedule.

The third year of formal high school, suddenly facing the pressure of going to college, the atmosphere does not seem to have changed much, and it seems that the ubiquitous tension began to faintly.

The entire third floor of the high school is filled with all kinds of refreshing slogans. There are usually fewer people swaying in the corridors. The bulletin board at the corner of the stairs is also posted with the honorary list of last year. The red letters are eye-catching.

Yu Sheng carried the schoolbag upstairs and found the classroom, where most of the people were already sitting.

As soon as Duan Lei saw him, he immediately threw himself over: "Brother Sheng! Come on, please sit down first..."

Before he had time to respond, Yu Sheng had been dragged down by him and sat down carefully, making two complete circles.

Yu Sheng was a bit baffled and asked the boy in the front row: "Yao Qiang, what is he doing?"

Yao Qiang is the 302 lucky to have escaped the make-up class. A group of them were asked by Yu Sheng at midnight yesterday. Their homework was almost completed, and they were even a little uncomfortable this morning.

After being named, Yao Qiang immediately turned back and sold Duan Lei with good intentions without hesitation: "Lei Zi is looking for pins to see if you are implanted with a chip."

"..."

Duan Lei, who was taken back to his seat, guarded his head and couldn't help but worry: "I'm really worried! How can you be so arrogant? The ghost knows what that summer camp did to Sheng Ge!"

Yao Qiang patted him: "Do not hide from you, listening to Brother Sheng's topic is already what we can do the most loyal thing."

A few good boys who played were too busy to go back and agreed.

Duan Lei looked around and failed to find people on the same front, lonely turned out his phone, and continued to turn over a hundred ways to solve the evil.

In order to facilitate the small test at any time during the third grade, the seats have become single tables. Yu Sheng picked a seat by the window, sat for a while, then flipped out his phone and looked at it.

He was actually a little worried.

At first, those bad things happened after all in the province. Even if Jin Linkun assured him several times that he would get along well with the teachers and classmates of the new class, Yu Sheng still could not help but flip the phone after a while, see Is there any important news you missed?

But the worried person apparently didn't have this consciousness, and he still scrubbed screens one after another in anomalous words, completely leaving him no chance to find the key point.

There used to be a mountain: I saw our headmaster and my hair was quite thick.

There used to be a mountain: It seems that the weather is going to rain, and my garlic seedlings seem to be sitting by the window. I don’t know if I can persevere.

There used to be a mountain: the wind is still quite strong, is the window closed at home?

There used to be a mountain: I ate a good steamed bun this morning, just in our back street, and I will take you to eat it tomorrow.

...

I didn't get a good deal with one sentence after another, and jumped out in a mess. I couldn't find a bit of logic, but it obviously seemed to be in a good mood.

I don't know how this person poked the unpeeled garlic into the water, how confident he was expecting it to grow garlic seedlings.

Yu Sheng handed in the application form for day reading and received the book list. Holding the mobile phone in one hand, he was distracted to listen to the class teacher He Jianguo speaking the next arrangement on the podium.

He glanced at the last two messages, his fingertips paused unconsciously, and he did not immediately knock back.

How could anyone...become familiar with this.

It seems that his home is his home.

There was no further message for a while, Yu Sheng held the phone for a while, edited his conscious response several times, and finally deleted it completely, then re-tap the keyboard.

Yu Sheng: Closed.

Yu Sheng: After tidying up all night, why do you have so many things?

Jin Linkun actually didn't know how many things there were.

He brought a lot of luggage when he came to the summer camp, but not to this extent. I followed Yu Sheng around the street a few times, and I didn't know how to add a pile of things, but I didn't want to throw anything.

Especially for the sky blue electronic keyboard, he also specially found a pretty wooden box, which Yu Sheng didn't recognize when he turned it in the trunk.

Leaving luggage is to let the children feel at ease. Jin Linkun did not expect Yu Sheng to spend the night sorting it out, but couldn't help but blame himself: all packed? I didn't want to make you so anxious.

Yu Shengxin said that if you hadn't hidden sugar in the suitcase, you would certainly not have cleaned up the entire suitcase overnight.

He deliberately took the empty suitcase to the living room and patted it for half a day.

...

As a result, three sugars were poured out.

He double-handedly used it. He listened to the teacher on the stage and sent a message. When he tapped the sender, he felt that something was not right. Withdrawing was two seconds late. Jin Linkun had already read it.

Yu Sheng felt that he could feel the smugness of the opposite side through his mobile phone. He looked at the prompt "the other party is replying" and knocked on it neatly: shut up.

The other side shut up in coordination for three seconds and continued to send him a message quickly.

There used to be a mountain: friend.

There used to be a mountain: children.

There used to be a mountain: little boyfriend.

The phone was buzzing, Yu Sheng interrupted in time before he continued to add attributions: Why?

It was clear that the screen was swiping fast just now. At this moment, the man was quiet again. After a while, a new reply came out.

There used to be a mountain: I want to hug you.

There is a temple in the mountain: Have you found all the sugar?

It was the first time I saw someone chatting and changing their WeChat name. Yu Shenggang’s chest that was a little blocked was messed up, and he unconsciously grabbed his phone.

Not knowing why, he suddenly felt that his phone was a little hot.

In fact, it seems not as difficult as imagined. I asked a few people to give a lecture, eat two sugars, and sleep with a sticky note. Overall, he had a really good night last night.

Yu Sheng put down his phone, and his empty hand clenched slightly.

The mobilization of senior 3 is nearing completion. The head teacher is on the stage and patiently educates them: "Now it is senior 3, the most important year, the school will also pay close attention to the style of study.

The class teacher used to teach Chinese, and the relationship with his classmates has always been good. He helped the students in the class to criticize many times and was familiar with the various routines of this group of students: "Students who have not established a long-term or short-term stable relationship have won Persist until the third year of graduation. The ones that have been established should not be too public. Everyone should supervise and cover each other and put their minds on learning. This year must not be delayed..."

The class is counting the list of live-in students and day-to-day students, and after passing from there, most of them are drawn to live in school.

The dormitory of the senior three is specially divided. The dormitory conditions and environment are much better than those of the senior one and senior two, but the number is limited. The school only counted this time, and those who decided to go to school will not be divided into dormitory, unless there are people who will stay in the house later, otherwise there will be basically no chance to regret it.

Yu Sheng put down his mobile phone, took the transmitted form, ticked the reading column, paused the pen nib, and scanned the subconsciously twice.

Duan Lei saw that he had sent a message for a long time, and now he saw Yu Sheng fascinated by the day-to-day list. He couldn't help but go to the past: "Brother Sheng, Sheng brother?"

He still couldn't help worrying, the more terrible the brain, the more terrifying, and lowered his voice: "Are they still sending someone to follow you? That kind of very cold man in black, live in your house, **** you to study hard every day... "

When Yu Sheng was asked by him, the nib raised, and he couldn't help smiling lightly, and nodded: "...Yes."

Duan Lei was even more horrified: "???

Yu Sheng handed him the list, propped up his arms, and picked up his phone to reply: I don’t know, how much did you hide?

Jin Linkun is very entertained and still insists on his own setting: not hidden, but the pocket is leaking.

The corner of Yu Sheng's mouth didn't consciously lift up, followed him to chat down: OK, how much did you miss?

The phone shook twice, and the news on the other side quickly returned.

There is a math problem in the temple: It is known that I received forty-eight sugars, eleven in the kitchen, nineteen in the bedroom, three in the suitcase, and twelve in the living room.

There is a math problem in the temple: I am eating the third sugar now, and I will finish it with only a little left.

There is a math question in the temple: Ask a question. Can I pick up my children in a while and go home with him?