Don't Talk To Me!

Chapter 16

Jin Linkun stood on the podium for less than 10 minutes before he finished all the topics under the blank stares of the bully, threw down the chalk and returned to his seat.

He was born to attract attention, and his temperament different from that of high school students was too obvious. The way down from the podium was like a catwalk, and the eyes on him never broke.

Yu Sheng was too lazy to look at him, so he put his arms on the table, buried his head in it, and took out his mobile phone to check where he could buy clothes and daily necessities nearby.

N University is not the same as the one in No.[-] Middle School.

The school is too large, and students usually have to take a car to go out of the school. There are restaurants, shopping malls, bookstores and supermarkets on campus, but now it is during the summer vacation, and most of them are closed.

If you want to buy something, you can only reverse two trains to the downtown business district.

The training building website is not very good, you have to go around several times before you click on any page to jump out.Yu Sheng buried his head and waited for the route navigation display to be complete. He heard the people around him pull up the chair and sit down, and moved his arms to make room for him.

In the next second, an arm was suddenly placed on his shoulder.

Yu Sheng exploded in an instant, dropped the phone and looked up.

"Shh-"

Without moving his arm, Jin Linkun patted the hand on his shoulder and lowered his voice: "Your stomach hurts, I have to take care of you."

……

Only then did Yu Sheng remember his poor excuse of lecturing for himself.

He doesn't know much about this kind of friendly communication between boys, and he doesn't know if it's normal to even lift his shoulders now, but he endured it and didn't immediately throw the man over his shoulder into the table: "Is it okay to worry about it?" .”

"No." Jin Linkun guided him with a kind of confidant skillful self-confidence, "You raise your head."

Yu Sheng frowned, subconsciously raised his head.

Jin Linkun turned sideways, raised his hand, and placed it on his forehead seriously.

Yu Sheng's shoulders tensed unconsciously.

The touch from the forehead is very light.The palm was dry, a little higher than his body temperature, covering his forehead quite warmly.

A touch that has been almost forgotten.

Yu Sheng froze for a moment, then closed his eyes silently.

Jin Linkun met the newly opened eyes of the new roommate, paused for three seconds, and decisively withdrew that hand before the new roommate broke his wrist in time.

He turned his head, glanced around the school masters who turned their heads in a hurry and didn't dare to look any more, and patted Yu Sheng on the shoulder firmly: "Okay, they all believed it."

"..."

Yu Sheng felt that he had a vague stomachache right now, so he took a deep breath, expressionlessly pushed his other hand away from his shoulder, and lay down again.

A decisive battle is a decisive battle.

In particular, a "top" was added.

From this name, it is destined that it will be full of oppressive and tense master duel atmosphere.

It's the same even with grammar.

The innocent academic masters took a break from Jin Linkun's crushing method of lecturing for a while, and then regained their strength. Under the leadership of Teacher Wan, they skillfully formed a study group and carried out a vigorous competition of brushing questions.

Jin Linkun also seemed interested, looked around, and elbowed Yu Sheng: "My friend, are you interested—"

Yu Sheng didn't even lift his head: "No."

……

Jin Linkun had a good temper, and he didn't respond when he cut off the conversation. He leaned back to his side, lifted the two chair legs and slowly swayed back, picked up the paper again and flipped through it.

Yu Sheng leaned on his arm and swiped the map a few times. Seeing that the circle went around more and more times, he finally gave up completely and threw the phone back into the table.

He leaned on his bent arm and rested his forehead against his forearm for a while, his eyes fell on those two overgrown legs.

It was only now that Yu Sheng suddenly realized that Jin Linkun, who had taken a year off from school, was probably the same as him here, and actually didn't know anyone.

His classmates should have all finished their college entrance examinations, and finally got out of the hell mode of the third year of high school. Now they should all be relaxing and having fun, actively preparing for the upcoming college life.

There is a teaching building for one grade and one teaching building for the provincial key points, and there are clear distinctions between classes at the wrong time, and there is basically no intersection.Now this batch of sophomores who are about to enter their senior years, even if they are from the same school, he probably doesn't know them well.

Yu Sheng lay on the ground for a while, then tilted his head: "What did you do when you dropped out of school?"

It was rare for him to take the initiative to talk to him. Jin Linkun almost didn't realize it, and subconsciously looked behind him.

Everyone had already prepared for the expert duel, and one set of "Grammar Special Practice" and "Long Difficult Sentence Decryption" were thrown on the table one after another, making a loud bang.

The school masters seem to be quite stimulated, and they are in full swing, catching each other and fighting each other.

Wan Yongming stood by the table with his waist bowed, patiently soothing the head of the deputy team leader, Kong.

……

"what."

Jin Linkun turned back, bent one leg, and the chair fell back to the ground, and smiled: "It's something."

He put down the test paper, his black eyes behind the lens curled up, and he patted Yu Sheng on the shoulder generously: "Sleepy? Sleep for a while, I'll watch for you."

Yu Sheng frowned.

He could hardly think of any reason why Jin Linkun could suspend his studies.

This person is obviously doing a question like a joke, even if there is something really wrong, he can take the time to take the college entrance examination casually, and come back with a good result.

But he could also tell that Jin Linkun didn't really want to answer this question.

Everyone has things they don't want to mention, and Yu Sheng didn't intend to get to the bottom of it. After asking a question, he didn't get it out, so he stopped meddling and got down again.

A classroom is a great place to sleep.

Especially the classrooms surrounded by an enthusiastic learning atmosphere.

Yu Sheng was really sleepy. He went to bed at four o'clock these two days and woke up at seven o'clock. He only caught up with sleep yesterday afternoon. The serious lack of sleep caused his temples to hurt.

Originally, he was thinking of going back to the dormitory before going back to sleep, but when Jin Linkun asked him this question, the rising tiredness became more and more impossible to ignore.

"Need not."

Amidst the headaches, Yu Sheng heard himself say, "I'll sleep by myself, I don't need you."

The tone was a bit aggressive, Yu Sheng rested his arms on his pillow, and after a while, he slowed down a little bit, enduring the title of the activity that was too middle school two and reluctantly said: "Decision-decision your battle, my stomach doesn't hurt."

After saying this, without waiting for Jin Linkun's response, he buried himself in his arms again and closed his eyes.

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The summer camp with a large number of academic masters does not require teacher supervision, but pays more attention to giving full play to their own initiative. Even if they are at the same level of grades, everyone's study habits are completely different.

Some people are used to communicating and improving like this, some people are used to delving into it with their heads covered, and some people must be cold outside without turning a page of the book, and wait until no one sees it when they go home before playing the game.

Teenagers' unique competitive spirit and sensitive self-esteem are mixed together. Many stubborn persistence is actually a bit naive, but as the age grows, the original spirit will change and wear away a little bit, and it will become an unusually vivid stroke in the memory.

Wan Yongming has been a senior high school student for many years, has seen all kinds of students, and has a strong tolerance.Xiaohe walks around with his hands behind his back, and occasionally helps guide a few words when the two parties are in dispute, and does not interfere with anyone in any way.

But the two in the corner of the last row were tied for No.2, which undoubtedly attracted the attention of the entire seventh group of students.

Unbeknownst to Yu Sheng, in the private chat group of the seventh group "Our Defense Learning God Pretending Alliance" that once pulled him in and then kicked him out without a sound, the school masters who are in full swing are fighting with one mind and two hands Fight each other, and quickly catch up with the group.

[I love chemistry:? ?Did Kong hear you right?What is the operation of pinching the pulse to answer the question, what is playing is the heartbeat? 】

[Dream to take the first place in the provincial exam: It should be to speed up, that perverted question bank, I had to answer a whole page too fast, I was so angry that I almost smashed the computer. 】

[Dugu Buqiubai: ...All right, I didn't even find the bug of answering too fast. 】

[Learning makes me happy: I was careless, I thought it was a comrade-in-arms of ours who could knock down the god of learning, but it turned out to be a high-end game that I couldn't match. 】

[Save me Xueshen sits behind me: Please take a closer look, they are not fighting. 】

The whole classroom was silent for a moment, and the eyes from all directions converged without a trace, looking towards the last row near the door.

The two bigwigs in the high-end game seem to be very out of group, but they are surprisingly in tune.

The big guy who beat someone was sleeping on the table, his shirt sleeves were rolled up, his face was buried in the crook of his elbow, and his posture was very skillful.

The big guy who was beaten was sitting next to him, his shirt collar was unbuttoned by two buttons at will, he was correcting his mistakes with the real test papers in the textbook, and he was lazily flipping through the chair, holding the stack of papers in his hand and fanning the wind slowly .

There is air conditioning in the classroom, but there are more than a hundred people in one room, and the body temperature of the teenagers at the right age is as vigorous as studying, and it is still somewhat hot.

Jin Linkun turned slightly sideways, with the book casually placed on his lap, and the fan of the paper was not in a hurry, and the air blown up just hit the two of them from this angle.

……

[Learning makes me happy: lovers, shirts? 】

[Learning makes me happy: Fuck, why are you anonymous? 】

Yu Sheng is very sensitive to people's gaze, even if he is unconscious, he still notices it. He vaguely senses that more and more gazes are cast on him, so he moves his shoulders and frowns to brace himself up.

Jin Linkun attached great importance to cooperating with his deskmate to catch up on sleep, so he lifted up the book in time and covered his forehead firmly: "It's okay, the teacher is not here."

Yu Sheng: "..."

He didn't remind him that he was usually not so blatant when he was on guard for others. Yu Sheng raised his hand to block the book, sat up on the edge of the table, and glanced into the classroom.

The top students looked away one after another, and the voice of reciting English suddenly rang three degrees.

……

Yu Sheng was dazed for a while by the rush of learning enthusiasm, rubbed his forehead, took out his phone and checked the time.

He didn't really think he could really fall asleep.But I don't know if the quality of the air conditioner here is good, the wind is blowing so comfortably that I still couldn't hold it up and took a nap.

Perhaps influenced by the atmosphere around him, he had a dream for a short time.

It is also English, the provincial speech competition, the pre-competition training stage, the classroom is full of excitement, they are all following the tapes and trying to correct their Chinese accent.

He was lying on the table with copies under his arms and was tortured by the teacher for half a month. He pulled out the revised manuscripts from the dormitory and computer room countless times, and raced against time to catch up on sleep.

The teacher pampered him very much, patted him on the shoulder and woke him up with a smile, telling him that his mother had come to see him, just outside the door.

The light outside the door was so bright that it dazzled people's eyes.There were people beside the familiar figure, two big and one small, the whole family stood together very intimately.

A somewhat unfamiliar man bent down, wearing glasses, and patted him on the shoulder kindly.

"Xiao Sheng, my younger brother is going abroad soon. This competition is very important to his resume. Can you borrow him for your speech?"