Don’t Talk To Me!

Realizing that he had a thousand questions for Bai Meng, Yu Sheng failed to eat well for the entire lunch.

Duan Lei carried the potted pork and shredded pork, and sat on the edge of the mouth to give him a bit of enlightenment: "The nature of human beings is like this. After you have overcome many difficulties and obstacles, you have to go through many levels. Why is it not important to pass the level? You just have to finish it..."

Yu Sheng walked with the gods, sending spoonfuls of egg fried rice to his mouth.

Regardless of the question of the nature of mankind, he now vaguely finds that he really has a problem.

Once something starts, even if it can actually stop, it must be done by inertia.

For example, in the exam, you have to answer a thousand questions. You have to finish two cups of porridge. I don’t know how long the fried eggshell fried rice has been eaten.

"This is human nature! Brother Sheng, think about it!"

Duan Lei is still nagging and enlightening him, and the more he speaks, the more passionate he is: "What you want is not the ending, it is the process of this challenge! You defeated it-yuck, why is it a steel ball..."

He scolded, picked out a wire and threw it aside.

The attitude of the No. 3 Canteen is actually very unjust, and it is not surprising to eat anything in the meal. Yu Sheng used to chew a piece of eggshell, and swallowed it with rice: "Iron supplement."

Duan Lei: "..."

Even if he had a rough nerve, he still found Yu Sheng's something wrong. He leaned over to look at it, and raised his hand to touch it: "Brother Sheng, what's wrong with you... Fever?"

Yu Sheng frowned and snapped his hand: "No, eat your meal."

He was just a little annoyed.

Not entirely because he was really covered with a thousand questions.

This kind of trouble is inexplicable, like the hole left after pulling out wisdom teeth, and I have no time to get used to it every day, and I don't feel anything wrong. One day, I suddenly got together, but I was uncomfortable in chewing.

Yu Sheng took a deep breath and put a little effort into his hand. The spoon pressed into the rice grains.

......How can anyone go to the test and see that their stomach hurts, so they go out and buy porridge?

So distracted, he ate another piece of eggshell.

It was a little big, and the gums hurt, Yu Sheng licked it subconsciously, and the tip of his tongue was a little bit sweet.

It happened that Duan Lei was thinking about this too, while chopping fish-sliced ​​carrot shreds in his mouth, he said with emotion: "The eldest brother is also a candidate. Take it, what kind of scores can you get, so you can be so violent..."

Yu Sheng sucked the blood, took a tissue and spit out the eggshell, rubbing his temples: "Everyone has their own ambitions, so they don't need to do anything."

Duan Lei immediately applauded the crowd: "Okay, really rhyming."

...

Yu Sheng decided to stop this chat.

The exam is about to start in the afternoon, and many students have already rushed back to review it. Yu Sheng dropped the spoon and pulled out a tissue: "It's time to start the exam, won't you go back and read the book?"

"I have a big head, don't look at it, I love what it is like."

Duan Lei’s enthusiasm for learning can never exceed three hours. Answering the question for a whole morning is already his limit, and he shook his head: "Anyway, I can’t remember it after reading it. At most, when I saw this question, I remembered that Have read this question..."

Yu Sheng didn't answer, cleaned the table in front of him, and stacked the tableware and spoons together.

Duan Lei had adapted to his habit of beginning and end, picked up his schoolbag, and waited for Yu Sheng to stand up slowly and go out together.

He was born with a lot of words, and others were troubled, only Yu Sheng had the patience to listen to him for most of the time. After the summer vacation, I went back to my home. No one has spoken these days.

Seeing Yu Sheng again, Duan Lei was so moved that he couldn't rest his mouth for a moment, and followed him in a low gossip: "Brother Sheng, do you know that brother? What's the name? Which person on the hill..."

Yu Sheng did not hesitate: "I don't know."

Duan Lei sighed in disappointment: "I'm still thinking about knowing and knowing. If it's not a real god, it's probably a big brother."

Yu Sheng has no interest in the Great God and Brother.

He had just eaten, and now the blood is supplying his stomach to digest a plate of egg fried rice with unknown contents, which is even more sleepy than in the morning. He yawned half-closed and said: "I don't know, I met this morning."

He spoke, and he couldn't help but wonder.

If it weren't for Duan Lei's question, he didn't realize that he didn't know what the black shirt was.

It's useless to know.

They are not a school, and he had no impression of this person before. It is estimated that this test happened to be assigned to a test room, and after the test, each of the rivers and lakes disappeared.

It was probably really sleepy. The messy thought was that it flashed through Sheng Sheng's mind, and at last only the hand pressed against his head remained.

It's lukewarm, and the strength is not light or heavy, it seems to rub it twice.

Yu Sheng unconsciously raised his hand and touched it on the top of his head.

Duan Lei was abducted by his movements, and he also tried to touch it, and immediately hissed with a sizzle: "I'm leaning, the sun is too hot, I said why I seem to smell a batter child……"

Yu Sheng regained his consciousness and retracted that hand.

...It's really awake.

It's all **** blamed for the silver training last night.

Seeing that he was about to return to the third floor of the high school, Yu Sheng stopped and suddenly turned back.

Duan Lei was startled: "Brother Sheng! What are you doing? People are so familiar with such a big sun, so let's go away after a while..."

"Sleepy, go back to sleep."

Yu Sheng narrowed his eyes and waved his hand, pulling up the collar of the school uniform: "Come on for the exam."

Duan Lei was at a loss: "Oh, oh, thank you..."

Yu Sheng walked faster and faster against the sun, and suddenly left the building behind him.

The sun is hot, shining in the sun. The intense irritability on his chest faded a little, and was emptied again, leaving a little dazed with a headache.

In front of a white flowery ground, the messy picture jumped out of the long-forgotten memory, with a voice, and he played small movies in his mind.

"It's your aunt's heart, accept it, and buy it for you."

"Money hits the card. If it's missing, say it. Be better. Don't always get in trouble."

"Xiaosheng, what do you want to eat? You are a distinguished customer today, and let your uncle buy what you want without having to be polite with us..."

...

Yu Sheng closed his eyes hard, didn't hold back, and smashed his head severely: "...Fuck."

It's been almost ten years in the past, and I forgot about it tomorrow morning.

The culprit of everything is the black shirt of the neuropathy.

Yu Sheng glanced back and confirmed that he had moved away from their examination room, turned to find a cool place to rest for a while, his shoulder was suddenly tapped.

Throughout the default rules of the Third Middle School, it is quite dangerous to shoot people's shoulders behind them. The severity is comparable to provocation. In principle, direct hands are allowed.

Yu Sheng was so annoyed that the conditioned reflex caught the hand on his shoulder, stepped back and dropped his shoulder to the top of his shoulder socket, locked the arm upward, strained fiercely, and hit the person firmly with the wind Off the ground.

Yu Sheng pulled up his sleeves and his tone cooled down: "Which day did you fight again? Did you line up?"

Suddenly his words broke.

The culprit's mental illness was lying on the hot concrete floor. The formal black shirt on his body was torn apart by two buttons, the collar was slightly open, and a small piece of cold skin was exposed.

He actually found an opportunity to take off his glasses when he was thrown over the shoulder, held it in one hand, and looked up at him with a bit of hesitation: "... is it a cut?"

...

Ten minutes later, Yu Sheng sullenly took the man back to the dormitory, turned over a tube of scald cream and threw it over.

The black shirt twisted his head and looked in the mirror, trying to see how his neck was hot, touching it carefully while inhaling gently with pain.

A sizzle.

The sound is quite loud and can't be blocked with headphones.

Putting Bose's Bluetooth noise-cancelling headphones in his ears, Yu Sheng lying on the bed: "..."

He sighed heavily and stood up, determined to escape the tube of scald cream, and raised his hand.

...

After half a second, Yu Sheng said indifferently: "Sit down."

He was actually half a head taller than him.

Battered.

The black shirt sat down very cooperatively, leaning his head down on the tabletop so that he could help apply the medicine.

The texture of the scald cream was a bit like a pale green jelly. Yu Sheng squeezed a whole lot into his hand, rubbing it twice and spreading it out, and paste it on his neck.

The black shirt's shoulders and neck were stretched, and there was no sound.

He just sucked and breathed like he was dying a while ago. At this moment, he was quiet, but Yu Sheng was a little unaccustomed, frowning: "Does it hurt anymore?"

"……pain."

The lip color of the black shirt was a little white, and he spoke slowly and opened his mouth faithfully. He twisted and smiled at him: "You paint it, I endure it."

It is very forbearing and very strong. He understands that Dayihai holds hundreds of rivers and the picture is very touching.

Yu Sheng: "..."

After all, Yu Sheng was still a teenager with a conscience problem. After all, he didn't have a chance to do anything. He calmly put his face down and put the rest of the ointment on his hot red neck.

The room was quiet, except for the buzzing fan sound.

Yu Sheng wiped off the last medicine, pulled a piece of paper and wiped his hands, ready to stun people, and his eyes fell back on his back.

I didn't see clearly in the sun, but the shirt was actually stained with dust. The high-grade cloth was covered with a layer of soil.

Yu Sheng was guilty again, pulling the person who was about to get up and pressing back on the chair, patting the soil behind him for him.

Black shirt: "His."

"What hiss." Yu Sheng pierced coldly, "Has you fallen?"

The opponent even had the power to take off his glasses when he fell over the shoulder. His skill would not be worse than him. It was impossible to fall.

The only thing that got out of play was probably lying on the ground, and my neck was almost cooked by the surface temperature difference of at least forty or fifty degrees.

Even pretending not to pretend to be dedicated, the time for hissing is not enough to add a dash.

Yu Sheng was so upset that he pressed his temper to pat the dust on his back.

The man fell too hard to work, and behind him was a large area of ​​dust. Yu Sheng photographed him from the shoulder to the waist all the way, just about to continue to shoot down, suddenly the top of his head sank again, covered with a little familiar weight and temperature.

The black shirt twisted around and a hand fell on his head.

He was still leaning on the table with one hand, and his posture was a little awkward. Fortunately, his hands were long and his arms were so long that he could lift it up.

The whole person of Yu Sheng froze instantly.

"Okay, my fault."

The black shirt looked at him, and the narrow black eyes behind the lens bent down. The hand stopped on his hair and rubbed two with a good temper: "The next time I let you fall, don't be angry."

The author has something to say: Kunshen: I can’t shoot anymore, I can shoot my **** when I shoot again :)