Don't Talk To Me!

Chapter 21

Yu Sheng closed the book.

Jin Linkun didn't bother him, and was crossing his arms, looking at the competition question in front of him which was originally unclear.

Compared with the seven groups of students who were eager to hang their asses, he didn't seem to be in a state of learning. He didn't hold a pen or paper. He just read the questions at a glance and turned another page in a few seconds.

The seat space is a bit small, and he has long arms and legs, so he feels a bit aggrieved sitting.The legs are slightly bent, resting on the beam of the desk, and the chair is still tilted back.

Yu Sheng glanced at the wobbly chair, and pushed it casually, causing the other two chair legs to fall to the ground again.

Jin Linkun could sit still and regained his senses: "Friend?"

Yu Sheng had already turned back: "If you want to fall again, just keep sitting like this."

His tone was lukewarm, he twirled the pen between his fingers twice, there was a little annoyance between his brows, and his eyes fell on the table.

The exercise book has been re-rolled out, and there are blank pages of scribbled paper.

Jin Linkun froze for a moment, his eyebrows raised slightly.

After a while, he smiled softly, and raised his hand to cover the boy's neck protruding from his collar: "Thank you."

A touch of warmth penetrated through the palm and quietly fell on the back of the neck.

Yu Sheng froze for three seconds.

Blasted.

……

Ten minutes later, Jin Linkun, who ended his evening self-study early as he wished, put his arm on the shoulder of his new roommate, jumped forward with one leg, and learned his experience sincerely: "It's easy to fall, I won't sit like this in the future."

Yu Sheng supported him, took a deep breath, and pulled him to his side again.

He was really not used to this kind of contact with people, and before Yu Sheng came back to his senses, he had already raised his leg and kicked over the chair under the man's buttocks.

Just as Jin Linkun moved his hand away, before he had time to react, his whole body was suspended in the air for an instant, and he just sat firmly on the ground.

He was still stepping on the beam of the desk, and he didn't notice when he fell. He stood up to support the stool, only to find that his right leg was cut about ten centimeters by a protruding nail.

The wound was not deep, but it looked long. Jin Linkun originally planned to go back to the dormitory and find two band-aids to stick on, and let it fend for itself. It is estimated that it will be almost healed in a few days.

In the end, he was forcibly carried out by Yu Sheng, dragged all the way out of the school gate, and took a taxi to the nearest hospital.

The taxi stopped at the entrance of the hospital, and Jin Linkun jumped tenaciously to the emergency building, still trying to convince Yu Sheng: "I saw that the nails were not rusted, and the wound was not deep."

Yu Sheng ignored him, pulled him on the shoulder, and continued walking.

Jin Linkun: "Really, let's go for a while, it will probably heal itself."

He wanted to say something more, but Yu Sheng had already stopped and turned around: "Tired?"

Jin Linkun was startled.

The state of the other party was not the same as usual. Before Jin Linkun could figure out what was going on, the hand on his shoulder subconsciously patted, half-jokingly: "Tired, you carry me?"

Yu Sheng's shoulders stiffened silently.

Jin Linkun didn't think about letting him do the back, smiled, and was about to continue jumping forward, but his arm was suddenly grabbed and pulled.

Yu Sheng dragged him, walked in front of him, bent down: "Come up."

Jin Linkun opened his mouth, but made no sound.

Yu Sheng was very quiet, neither annoying nor explosive, still maintaining the posture of waiting for him to come up.

The street lamp cast a shadow in front of his forehead, and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

He was wearing a T-shirt, his arms were slightly bent, his shoulders were bent down, and the clothes outlined a clean outline of his shoulder blades.

Jin Linkun didn't move, Yu Sheng simply pulled his arm, stepped over his shoulder, and carried him on his back.

It was already late, and the light of the street lamps fell.

The young man's seemingly thin shoulders were actually very strong, his muscles tensed up, and he carried him firmly on his back, walking forward without saying a word.

Jin Linkun's heart beat a little faster for no reason.

The atmosphere was a bit too quiet. He was quiet for a while, cleared his throat, and picked up a topic at random: "Wait, teach me how to turn the pen when you get back?"

Yu Sheng's footsteps paused, without stopping, and continued to walk forward.

"seriously."

Jin Linkun lowered his head and patted Yu Sheng on the shoulder: "I've always wanted to learn, and I look so handsome."

He thought for a while, and reciprocated: "I will study with you."

Yu Sheng: "..."

This person talked too much in private, Yu Sheng took a breath and didn't get impatient with him: "No need."

"I can learn by myself." Yu Sheng: "Just lend me the book."

There was a moment of silence on the back.

Jin Linkun lowered his head, put his chin on his shoulder, and smiled: "I will lend you all."

The deep voice permeated through the chest, resonated slightly, and fell on the back together with the body temperature.

Yu Sheng clenched his fists, but instead of throwing him out again, he pushed him upwards with his arms.

The wound is not serious, but it does require professional help.

The doctor on duty looked at the two crooked band-aids on the ten-centimeter-long wound, and then at the two boys who looked like students: "You can't just study at ordinary times, you still need to have common sense in life... Why don't you just stick a row?"

Jin Linkun: "..."

Yu Sheng was next to him, coughing, and couldn't help twitching the corner of his mouth.

Jin Linkun originally wanted to explain, but his eyes glanced at Sheng, his eyebrows raised slightly, and he lowered his head sincerely: "I was careless, thank you for your hard work."

The doctor waved his hand, tore off the Band-Aid that barely sealed both ends of the wound, sterilized it, applied good medicine and wrapped it in gauze: "Don't let the wound get wet, go back and ask your friend to help change the dressing every day, and change the gauze every three days. "

The doctor patted his knee and specifically told him, "Stop using Band-Aids."

Jin Linkun glanced at Yu Sheng, who was listening beside him, and tried to win the game: "Don't worry, I know. The water absorption and air permeability of the Band-Aid are not good, which is not conducive to the drainage of wound secretions. The wound cannot guarantee a clean environment, and it is easy to be infected. -"

"No." The doctor interrupted him kindly, "It's easy to be laughed at."

"..."

The two left the hospital, got into the car again, and headed back to N University.

Yu Sheng leaned against the window, reported the address to the driver, lowered his head and set a few alarms on his phone for changing dressings and gauze, but he couldn't hold back, and turned his head away from the window.

Jin Linkun knew what he was doing without looking: "...friend, shouldn't you comfort me at this time?"

Yu Sheng took a deep breath, managed to hold back his laughter, and without looking back, reached out and patted his leg hastily.

"Thanks, much better."

Jin Linkun was easily satisfied. He regained his strength and sat up with his arms propped up: "Are you hungry?"

Yu Sheng shook his head: "Are you hungry? What do you want to eat?"

Outside the wall behind their dormitory is a snack street, nicknamed the late-night CBD. It is full of sinful food aromas until late at night, especially the spicy crayfish and barbecue for a long time.

Sometimes when Yu Sheng is in a good mood and free, he will go out and buy a supper, and bring a copy for Jin Linkun by the way.

It's a little late today, and I went back and forth again. If Jin Linkun was hungry, he would carry him back to the dormitory first and then go out.

Yu Sheng was still waiting for him to order, but Jin Linkun didn't speak immediately, and leaned over with his arms propped up.

Yu Sheng looked up.

Jin Linkun looked at him carefully, with his arms loosely bent, leaning on the back of the driver's seat in front, he raised his hand and tried to touch his forehead.

Yu Sheng frowned, raised his hand and pushed away: "What's wrong?"

"What do you think?"

Jin Linkun's hand was blocked by him, and he slid down to cover his eyes: "Tell me, it's okay."

Yu Sheng's arm was slightly stiff.

This person seemed to have no long memory at all, he didn't remember how he was kicked to the ground just because he touched him just now, the palm still stuck to him defenselessly, quietly covering his eyes.

Messy emotions surged up suddenly and uncontrollably.

It was so strange that he didn't even know how to deal with it.

So at that time, he almost didn't think about it, so he subconsciously moved his hands.

Yu Sheng frowned, couldn't help but blinked his eyes, leaned back on the chair behind him with strength on his shoulders.

Jin Linkun waited quietly for a while, but before Yu Sheng could speak, the itchiness in his palms due to the eyelashes fluttering became more and more obvious.

He took a deep breath unconsciously, suppressing his heartbeat that was not quite right tonight, and wanted to remove his hand, but the boy under his palm suddenly said, "I'm sorry."

Jin Linkun was taken aback.

"sorry."

Yu Sheng originally thought it was not easy to say this, but it was unexpectedly easy when he said it.

There is a dry and warm darkness in front of him, and no emotion will be exposed.

He didn't hide, let Jin Linkun cover it, and continued in one breath: "I'm not used to being touched by others, conditioned reflex...it wasn't intentional."

Jin Linkun was startled, but couldn't help but be dumb.

"Scared me, I thought something was wrong..."

He smiled, moved his palms away, and apologized in a good-tempered manner: "Blame me, I shouldn't keep messing with you. I will pay attention next time, and don't touch you casually—"

Yu Sheng interrupted him: "No need."

Jin Linkun raised his eyebrows and stopped talking.

The boy was still at the age of twitching, his bones were clear and clean, his body was stiff, and his tone was hard: "I'll let you call back."

Jin Linkun propped up his arms, and his eyes fell on him.

The black car that was haphazardly picked up at the entrance of the hospital had a narrow space in the rear, and the sound of the engine was obvious and roaring.

The mobile phone placed by his lap turned on, and the notice to all members of the seventh group of the old Wan Aite was sent in the afternoon, and I don't know why it was delayed until now.

Jin Linkun glanced subconsciously.

Up to now, the students have had preliminary contact with each other and get along relatively well.

It is planned to have a group activity tomorrow afternoon, introduce myself, deepen the understanding of each other, and cultivate further feelings.

He didn't know what he was thinking, his thoughts circled around the last two sentences of the notice, he held the palm that had just covered Yu Sheng's eyes, and gently clenched it.

"Okay." Jin Linkun smiled lightly, "Close your eyes, I'm afraid I'll hit you too hard, and you're afraid."

Yu Sheng frowned.

He fights quite a lot. He was bullied since he was a child, and he beat him back with punches and punches. He has never been afraid.

Considering the amount of nonsense this person would have to say if he didn't close his eyes, Yu Sheng didn't say much, and closed his eyes hastily: "Hurry up."

"it is good."

Jin Linkun's voice sounded: "Get ready, immediately—"

Yu Sheng had never seen someone beat someone with a warning, so he took a breath, and was about to ask him if he needed to shout one, two, three, when his forehead suddenly felt a little painful.

The bent knuckles were not light or heavy, and they tapped on his forehead.

"It's even."

Jin Linkun's voice was slightly low, and as he stroked his hair, his tone was much lighter than usual, with a warm air blowing past his ears.

"This matter is overturned, okay?"

The author has something to say: Kun Shen: It’s not bragging, I’m afraid of hitting someone :)