Don’t Talk To Me!

Although he said that he was afraid of death, Liang Yifan still found a way to borrow the uniforms of the No. 3 Middle School and mixed into the broadcast.

"No way, it's tempting."

Liang Yifan couldn't restrain his strong curiosity and tried his best to hide from the crowd: "With so many of us, Brother Sheng shouldn't be able to beat him, right?"

"Yes." Cen Rui nodded his head to comfort him, "Brother Sheng should be the first to beat the gods. At this time, we can take the opportunity to escape and carry our suitcases and go far."

Yu Sheng's temper is much better than that at the summer camp, but after all, there is no precedent for leading the crowd to be onlookers, and everyone still has a very careful plan in advance.

Liang Yifan's camouflage was seamless, and Ding Zhengjiao sent everyone a mask for camouflage. He couldn't help but ask him: "Where did you get this suit?"

"Nothing to hide." Liang Yifan immediately came to the spirit, "Yesterday we broke up from the bar, I want to check out the Internet cafes here, and met a friend who had just seen it..."

He has always been acquainted, and he can find friends who have always seen him everywhere. Ding Zhengjiao didn't listen carefully, and passed him the mask to Cen Rui: "Both low-key, do you plan well?"

Cen Rui grasped: "It's done. Two escape routes that were beaten when they weren't disbanded, three escape routes where people were dismissed everywhere, and an emergency backup plan."

The school tyrants who were united in knowledge and behavior gathered together to get familiar with the escape route. Liang Yifan was very lonely and still trying to emphasize: "You listen to me, this friend is the same as before. I don't know why, I see him There is an intimate sense of intimacy, as if this is my long-lost brother..."

The former deputy team leader Kong Jiahe was very nice, and wanted to remind him not to talk nonsense, and to see how the road went with everyone, was pulled back by Cen Rui.

"No need to remind him."

Cen Rui took Kong Jiahe's shoulder and took two shots: "The emergency plan is to throw Lao Liang out, let Brother Sheng beat the Kunshen and then beat Lao Liang, we take the opportunity to take our bags and go far."

...

Several people are still studying countermeasures. As soon as Xia Junhua looked up, he suddenly pulled the clothes of Cen Rui: "Look."

The team that happens to be in the third shift comes on stage.

Yu Sheng still wore the hand-painted sportswear and had to jump up and down while doing exercises. The little dinosaur couldn't stand in his pocket. Jin Linkun added a needle all night and pinned him on the zipper.

When he went out, Yu Sheng looked quite disgusted, but at this moment he still meticulously opened his pockets and poked up the dangling little Tyrannosaurus Rex.

The teenagers in sportswear stand out, and the crowd can see them at a glance.

Jin Linkun deliberately went around in front of the principal before the performance, and was carried to the rostrum to take care of his wish. A video recorder was holding up at this moment, and he waved at him under the close supervision of several directors.

Yu Sheng felt too embarrassed, he didn't want to bother him, and he greeted his cheerful smile, but he couldn't hold it back, raised his corner of his mouth, and jumped onto the podium neatly.

The boy's waist was narrow, and his slightly loose sportswear swings with his movements.

The students under the stage were waiting for the leader of the seventh class. When they saw this scene, they suddenly burst into a loud and loud applause.

Jin Linkun leaned on the railing and looked down at the children of their family who unconsciously raised their hands seriously, and out of their clothes, they drew a shiny stainless steel whistle and blew out the crisp whistle of "one two one".

The class 7 people practiced quite late every day these days. At this time, they were very skilled. They ran to the calibration position with their arms decent, and lowered their arms to stand upright.

The password for radio gymnastics rang from the radio.

"Come on, hurry up!"

The Sports Committee stood in the middle, lowering the voice and emphasizing the essentials: "Movement should be uniform, keep up with Brother Sheng, and you will not be allowed to grab a beat until the rhythm..."

Not surprisingly, this is their last high school sports meeting and the last opportunity to participate in such competitions.

The third year of high school, too many things became the last time.

The bad boy who usually goes back and forth is also washing the school uniform on his body, doing a good job.

A few of them were still nervous about the rhythm, and when they found something wrong, they quickly followed.

When he was clearly practicing, he was too grumbling to abandon it.

The leading teenager's shoulder and back boards are tall and straight, and the movement is exceptionally standard. The whistle was tucked back into the collar, the thin red string half-covered in the neck, and the arrogant little Tyrannosaurus was pinned to the edge of the pocket.

Everyone in the summer camp who had planned to take the opportunity to take a few rare photos looked at it for a while, and they all calmed down.

"Seriously." Cen Rui sat for a while and touched his head. "At this moment, I suddenly remembered that Brother Sheng was not yet an adult."

"Hush." ​​Ding Zhengjiao immediately sat up, looked around alertly, remembering that Yu Sheng was still in the lead, only a little relieved. "No one is allowed to disclose the confidentiality that has been said, have you heard it?"

Cen Rui raised his hand and promised: "I heard and heard. Before the seventh, I will never let Brother Sheng know..."

A few of them came, but they came here to fight.

The learning task is getting tighter. The countdown to the college entrance examination begins three hundred days ago. It is not easy for the seven groups to get together again, but more than half of them secretly bought the ticket for number seven for various reasons.

A few of them are a little bit idle and come over in advance to prepare. Originally, Kong Jiahe didn't need to come over in advance, but he was anxious to give these people the papers and key exercises that he had easily copied, but he followed Ding Zhengjiao and bought a ticket to A city.

In this case, Jin Linkun knew that Yu Sheng was concealed. A group of people made a military order. Even if Liang Yifan was beaten to lose his human form, he must never let Brother Sheng know the secret in advance.

Liang Yifan still can't figure out how this matter has anything to do with his beatings: "Why am I being beaten into a bad shape?"

"You have paid so much for Kun God and Brother Sheng." Cen Ruiyu slapped him on the shoulder, "Do you still care about this?"

On the playground, more than half of the seven classes of radio exercises were performed, and the applause by the playground rang again and again.

To really talk about the effect, the practice is not particularly neat, but you can still see that everyone is very serious.

The phalanx does not require everyone to perform. Lao He doesn’t know where to find a bunch of colorful flags. Every student who is eliminated will send a shot to be responsible for lining up the performance area on the side, or everyone will be present.

Lao He smiled for a while, patted Jin Linkun, said a few words in a low voice, and took the video recorder from him.

The camera zoomed in carefully, recording the faces of the students below, sweeping past everyone.

The Sports Committee took the lead in shouting passwords, and his voice was loud. The squad leader stretched his face horizontally and vertically, changing clothes to play the robot.

Duan Lei is responsible for holding the colorful flags, so nervous that he can't help but lower his voice to remind people on the side to move.

Yao Qiang did half of it. He looked up and saw the video camera facing him. He grinned and smiled. His eyes suddenly turned red in disappointment.

The standard of the boy in the lead is simple. Although the sportswear is loose, it can still be seen as a sharp and straight figure, as clean as the cedar that has just begun to be jointed.

Even a little haze can be shaken off completely.

"Everything is very good, and it's very good!"

After the completion of a broadcast exercise, Lao He was pleased to take people back to class, patted shoulders one by one, and sent lollipops to a group of students: "I watched the performances of other classes, it is better than us..."

"Lao He." The Sports Committee couldn't help but raise your hand, "You're not as good as "inferior"."

It clearly shows the kind intention of the class teacher who wants to comfort everyone.

Bidu is over, and the best efforts have been made to do the best. Everyone relaxed and relieved, and immediately followed the bustle and bustle, and became a mess in Laohe's correction.

The seventh shift is the last one to be checked by the broadcast operation. After the end, they will go back to their respective shifts and give a few sentences about their homework and vacations.

Several people in the summer camp originally wanted to take the opportunity to mix into the team and leave quietly without trace. Duan Lei, who had just delivered the colorful flag, suddenly found a familiar shadow in an unfamiliar figure, and said happily, "Friend!"

Yu Sheng was preparing to return to work with the team, and he looked up subconsciously and glanced up.

Liang Yifan: "..."

Ding Zhengjiao remembered the previous conversation: "Is this your friend at first sight?"

"Careful." Cen Rui helped, "Lao Liang suddenly mentioned this sentence without warning, we should realize that it echoes in the following text."

Finally, none of the plans that could be done were used. The summer camp huddled together, watching Yu Sheng peeling the lollipop into his mouth and patting Duan Lei's shoulder: "Go, blind Lao He on."

...

The good friends of the summer camp were beaten by their brother Sheng with lollipops, and ran away crying.

Yu Sheng bit the lollipop in half and threw the little white stick, waiting for Jin Linkun to sneak down from the rostrum: "How does it look above?"

The borrowed bunting was going to the equipment room, and several class cadres held a lot of things in their arms. Yu Sheng took the bunting without going back.

Jin Linkun took half of it and accompanied him to the equipment room: "Excellent."

He has always been eager to praise her boyfriend. Jin Linkun carried the flagpole with one hand and showed it to Yu Sheng with a video recorder: "I can hear the screams of the little girls."

This is true. Yu Sheng was applauded even if he walked two steps on the stage, and the movements were coordinated. The complete set was almost like directly copying the standard broadcast demonstration video.

But the children have done it very seriously.

A boy of this age is extremely attractive for what he does seriously. A clean and pure teenager, even without a little extra modification, can directly hit the heart of the person.

The two returned the flags, sat in the equipment room, and watched the video together.

Looking at the still striking hand-painted patterns on Yu Sheng's clothes, Jin Linkun couldn't help but quietly held the corner of his mouth, put away the VCR, and sighed gently.

Yu Sheng glanced at him: "What's wrong?"

"Want to kiss you."

Jin Linkun bent his eyes and raised his hand to touch his hair: "I want to tell the little girl that you are a little friend of our family and don't go with others."

Although there is no one in the equipment room, it is still outside after all, and there may be a place where there are spooky surveillance.

After Jin Linkun became addicted, he became content and refocused on Yu Sheng's adult ceremony.

The people at the summer camp are all ready, but they will have to be laid out in detail. Just now Ding Zhengjiao sent him a few more messages. He took the time to glance at it, asking him to pick the pattern on the cake, worrying that Yu Sheng had found that he hadn't returned.

Jin Linkun got up and walked away, holding a mobile phone in one hand, and secretly returned two messages.

Going to the door, Yu Sheng suddenly pulled him.

"What's wrong?" Jin Linkun recovered, quickly put away his phone and stopped, "Forgot something? Go back and take a look--"

Yu Sheng dragged people back from the door, closed the door, and said quickly: "I didn't show it to the little girl."

Jin Linkun has forgotten what he said just now, and almost did not have time to respond: "Ah?"

Yu Sheng also sighed.

Without waiting for Jin Linkun's reaction, the familiar temperature suddenly approached, and his lips slightly cooled.

The child in his arms tipped his feet slightly, still holding his sleeve with one hand, and parted his lips a little bit jerky.

He fed the half of the lollipop that the teacher had just given and kept in his mouth.

"I didn't show it to the little girl."

Yu Sheng looked up: "How does it look above. Ask you, boyfriend."