Don't Talk To Me!

Chapter 32

In the heaviest rainstorm since the summer camp opened, the two big men who had just fought in the gods chased each other's footsteps, and each circled a completely overlapping equilateral triangle.

The entire seven groups paid [-] points of attention to this matter.

"It's so real, there's no picture of a heart-to-heart meeting in the rain, and two big bosses embracing each other touchingly."

Liang Yifan was filled with regret, squatting next to the leader of the seventh group and muttering: "I don't know why, but I really want to see God Kun and Brother Sheng take an umbrella and go back..."

Cen Rui persuaded a new group of girls to quit after a night of self-study. He more or less figured out the essence and took it for granted: "If you don't say anything else, if you don't look at the undercurrent under the umbrella, the picture must be very eye-catching."

"What is the undercurrent?"

Xia Junhua couldn't understand the romantic element in it, so he tried his best to think about the scene: "The force of the two big brothers collided?"

Cen Rui waved his hand: "You don't understand this..."

"Okay, are you done yet?"

The team leader Ding Zhengjiao was busy sending a message to Yu Sheng to explain. He was a headache from the crowd, and couldn't help interrupting: "The nature of this matter is very serious. Kunshen can't go back to the dormitory now. All of you can't go back to the dormitory." Aren't you in a hurry?"

……

Shaking his head in a daze.

"I don't know why." Cen Rui kindly added, "Not only am I not in a hurry at all, but I even want to know the follow-up."

"Leader, leader, calm down."

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Liang Yifan hugged Ding Zhengjiao: "I don't think the matter is that serious, after all, it is Brother Sheng who is angry..."

He sat in front of the two big shots for a long time, and played a game together, and he also developed some instincts inexplicably.

Kunshen was still in the classroom, Liang Yifan sat up, glanced at Jin Linkun who was leaning on the seat and pressing his phone with a power bank plugged in, and lowered his voice: "To tell you the truth, if Kunshen gets angry, I might choose to run for my life, but if Brother Sheng is angry, I will probably kneel down for him on the spot."

"...Is there any difference between the two?"

Xia Junhua couldn't bear to look at him: "You are also in the top ten of liberal arts in your school, did a competition torture you like this?"

"Of course there are differences."

Liang Yifan was extraordinarily confident: "The price of running away is going to the end of the world, but if I knelt down to Brother Sheng, I would have been so scared that he would forgive me immediately."

"..."

Anyway, the rain was too heavy to go back. The seven groups of students were trapped in the study room, brainstorming, and put forward many enthusiastic and useless suggestions for the reconciliation of the two big brothers.

"Brother Sheng didn't come back, maybe he's already asleep."

Ding Zhengjiao sent a few messages but did not see Yu Sheng's reply, so he put down his phone anxiously: "The door is locked, what can we do? Can anyone unlock it?"

The team leader was probably crazy. Several boys looked at each other in blank dismay, and Cen Rui raised his hand to stand up: "Leader, let me interview you... Are you so concerned about this matter because of love and peace?"

"Fart's love and peace." Ding Zhengjiao was already swearing: "Don't let God Kun go back. When the rain subsides, go back to the dormitory. Which dormitory of yours will take God Kun in tonight?"

Liang Yifan: "..."

Xia Junhua: "..."

"Wait." Cen Rui took out his phone, "I remember I have an unlocked phone."

The boys scrambling to find the unlocked phone were stopped by the team leader who regained their sense.

"What should I do? Brother Sheng doesn't read WeChat."

Liang Yifan has already experienced that the boss is behind me, and the boss takes me to lie down and win. He would rather die than experience the boss sleeping on my bed. Let's see if I can get Brother Sheng's forgiveness..."

"Thinking too much, the boss can't be so naive."

Xia Junhua interrupted mercilessly: "It's more likely that you will come in through the next window."

Cen Rui kindly reminded: "Our bedroom has anti-theft windows."

Xia Junhua revised the answer again: "Kunshen tore the anti-theft window from the next door and turned it out, and then tore the anti-theft window with his hands and turned in."

Discussion once again entered a deadlock without solution.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and it was almost midnight, but the rain still had no tendency to slow down, and the discussion did not make any progress.

Jin Linkun touched his bosom, and kindly thanked the seven groups of people who helped out with their ideas.He also left the raincoat that was more useful in this extreme weather, and exchanged for Yu Sheng's umbrella, and went back to the dormitory first.

"Kunshen is Kunshen, so calm, he must have figured out a way."

Cen Rui admired the two big men very much, and watched the figure disappear into the rain: "When we go back, God Kun may be warm and sitting in the dormitory drinking ginger soup."

"For sure." Xia Junhua took it for granted, "The ginger soup also has brown sugar in it."

"Anyway, God Kun has a way."

The group leader of the seventh group took a deep breath and finally felt relieved: "Let's also think of a way. If we have a raincoat, we can find a way. Send the girl back first...Old Liang, come and help, what are you thinking?"

"what?"

Liang Yifan shook his head, and ran over quickly to help unfold the raincoat.

The raincoat is quite big, two people can wear one.If you go back and forth several times, you can always make do with it.

There were a few people in the group who brought umbrellas, and a few boys helped to give them away. They held up the umbrellas that were dangling from the blowing, and rushed into the rain.

Liang Yifan closed the door, shivering back from the damp cold wind at the door, looking at the rain outside the door where it was basically useless to open an umbrella, somehow he remembered Yu Sheng's footsteps that paused at that time.

"I was thinking, actually—"

He rubbed his head: "Shen Kun and Brother Sheng are both fine..."

God's mind also has its time to fall.

After the seven groups of students returned to the dormitory in a difficult relay, the students living on the fourth floor saw Kunshen sitting at the door of the dormitory with a small bench that he did not know where to get, and stuffed small stools into the door one by one. note.

Not in a hurry, a stack of sticky notes was laid on his lap, and each note was written with a stroke of sincerity.

……

Liang Yifan dragged Ding Zhengjiao to the stairs, and lowered his voice to come up with an idea.

Under the scorching eyes of a group of boys, the leader of the seventh group tremblingly went to talk to Jin Linkun at the door.

A few minutes later, under the shocked stares of the students who went back to bed one after another, seven groups of students lined up, very bravely, and asked the question with a volume that could be heard from the door. Why doesn't God enter the dormitory.

Kunshen also took the trouble to answer clearly one by one, saying that he had forgotten the key and was still waiting for the brave, kind and amiable roommate to rescue him.

What was even more shocking was that this question and answer had only been accumulated for the seventh time, when the door behind Kunshen was suddenly opened, and a hand came out, dragging him into the dormitory.

The seven groups successfully retired.

"What are you doing..."

Yu Sheng was so annoyed that he had a headache, he carried the person in and threw him in front of the table, raised his hand to turn on the light, only to see the sticky notes stuck all over the door: "What is it, a talisman?"

Originally, he wanted to let go of the ups and downs he had experienced a few hours ago, and settle down again to do a set of questions.I felt a little sleepy in the middle of brushing, so I lay down and fell asleep, not noticing that there was a small note stuck in the crack of the door.

In a daze, I don't know how long I slept, when I was quarreled by the angry greeting at the door.

Forget about Che Jilu's words, Liang Yifan actually asked the question a second time with his voice shrill and shrill.

"Yes—some attempts they made to help me get in smoothly."

Jin Linkun touched the tip of his nose and coughed lightly: "I tried to unlock the lock with a card, stuffed a note, and it seemed difficult to jump out of the window..."

Yu Sheng: "Have you tried knocking on the door?"

Jin Linkun: "..."

The warm air was turned on in the dormitory, which made people dizzy for no reason.Yu Sheng still felt sleepy, so he didn't care about letting the person in. He closed the exercise book casually and prepared to go to bed and lie down for a while.

Passing by Jin Linkun, he was grabbed: "Friend..."

Yu Sheng was inexplicably not in the mood to compete with him, stopped when he pulled him, pursed his lips and raised his head.

Jin Linkun frowned.

He took a step forward, his originally sloppy expression faded, he raised his hand and touched Sheng's forehead: "Do you have a little fever?"

Suddenly a hand was placed on his forehead, and there was an inexplicable blow of coolness, slightly dispelling the chaos in his mind.

Yu Sheng really felt that his brain was turning slower than usual when he was doing the questions, and he didn't pay much attention to it at the time. When he was asked, he stood still and thought carefully: "No."

"..."

Jin Linkun thought that you were almost cooked. Seeing his pale lips, he still didn't speak, and withdrew his hand: "Don't sleep, eat something to cushion your stomach, take a medicine and then lie down."

"Need not."

Yu Sheng turned around and walked to the bed: "Just take a nap."

He didn't feel it before, but when he asked, Yu Sheng realized that he seemed to be dizzy and shaking, and his body was inexplicably exhausted.

There seemed to be a fire rising from my throat, but I didn't feel cold on my body. It should be that the air conditioner was fully turned on, but it was a little vaguely hot.

Yu Sheng was no stranger to this feeling.

When he was in junior high school, he often had a fever, but he never took it seriously, and he never took medicine on purpose.

Boys in their teens are very resilient. As long as they sleep with their heads covered and drink plenty of water the next day, they will be able to do whatever they want.

Yu Sheng touched his forehead, which couldn't feel the temperature, lifted the quilt, and wanted to lie down.

He was only halfway down when an arm reached across his back, stabilizing him and scooping him up again.

This posture was inexplicably a little awkward, Yu Sheng supported the wall and sat firmly, endured a moment of dizziness, and separated him: "What are you doing?"

"My friend, trust me."

Jin Linkun patted his arm, confidently: "I'm very good at taking care of people, give me a chance."

"..." Thinking of his ability to buy supper, Yu Sheng instinctively didn't want to give him a chance: "No, it's not a big deal."

In an oolong accident, Yu Sheng was walked around a big triangle, which was really a bit explosive at the time. Considering that Jin Linkun had to go around one more time than him, it was a lot more balanced.

With such a heavy rain, a group of weak and helpless schoolmasters are trapped in the teaching building, and he might be needed to help pick them up.Yu Sheng originally wanted to wait while doing the questions, but accidentally fell asleep.

"It was because I didn't ask clearly, it has nothing to do with you." Yu Sheng made it very clear, "There is no need to apologize—"

"No apology."

Jin Linkun smiled with a good temper, took over the conversation cooperatively, rubbed his head, and said in an unexpectedly gentle and serious tone, "I just want to take care of you."

……

Five minutes later, Yu Sheng handed over the thermometer at 5 degrees and sat on the bed with one side of his forehead pressed against the cool wall, looking at Jin Linkun whose figure was surrounded by a warm yellow halo.

The headlight made Yu Sheng dizzy, so Jin Linkun turned it off, leaving only the desk lamp on this side.

There was a small plugged-in cooking pot in front of him, and he poured the porridge concocted out of nowhere, bent over and slowly stirred it.

The posture looks very bluffing and skilled.

Yu Sheng vaguely remembered that there seemed to be a porridge casserole restaurant still open on the far side of the street when he climbed over the wall.

The dizziness was severe, and it wasn't even obvious whether the stomach ached or not. I just knew that I really didn't have any appetite.

Yu Sheng turned his lower body, pressed his forehead against the wall, and closed his eyes again.

Footsteps came from behind, Jin Linkun was holding a lunch box of freshly heated porridge, and put one hand on his shoulder.

Yu Sheng didn't look up, and Jin Linkun wasn't in a hurry, he lay on his shoulders and waited patiently for him.

……

"Just a fever."

The boy's voice sounded a bit muffled than usual: "It's a big deal."

Jin Linkun smiled, put the porridge beside the bed, and slid one hand down to separate his forehead from the cold wall.

The part of the palm was still cold at first, but soon there was a bright heat coming through.

He didn't speak, but Yu Sheng felt a little uncomfortable, moved in his palm, raised his head with his arms propped up: "What are you laughing at?"

Jin Linkun withdrew his hand and lightly clenched his palms, his expression still serious: "I was thinking about why I didn't think of such a sentence when I was carried to the hospital by you."

Yu Sheng: "..."

"Try it." Jin Linkun saw the needle and passed the porridge over, "Take it as a chance to show my talent."

Yu Sheng was so annoyed by him that he took it and took two sips.

Buy porridge from the porridge shop, plug in the pot, pour it in, and heat it up.

This person actually has the nerve to call this a talent show.

It was still hot.

Yu Sheng didn't have the nerve to discourage him, so he barely finished a lunch box of barbecue-flavored preserved egg and lean meat porridge, rinsed his mouth, took warm water and antipyretics, and swallowed them together.

Jin Linkun's talent show was very long, so he stuffed him back into the bed, tucked the corners of the quilt for him, moved a chair and sat by the bed, and opened a book.

Yu Sheng opened his eyes suddenly: "Don't read."

Jin Linkun: "..."

He still looked regretful, and looked down at the specially selected book: ""Social Contract Theory", I tried it, it's quite hypnotic..."

Yu Sheng stretched out an arm, closed the book with a snap, turned around wrapped in the quilt, and closed his eyes towards the wall.

No more voices came from behind.

After a while, a hand quietly reached out, gently tucked the edge of the quilt twice for him, and touched his forehead.

It's annoyingly gentle.

Yu Sheng wasn't used to this kind of touch, so he frowned and pushed the hand away: "It's getting late, sleep with you."

"Not in a hurry."

Jin Linkun responded unhurriedly, reopened the book in his hand, and turned a page with a soft sound: "We still have to observe to see if the medicine has any effect."

Yu Sheng didn't take it seriously: "It's all medicine, why doesn't it work?"

Jin Linkun answered seriously: "The one that expired yesterday, I have to look again—"

Yu Sheng sat up with his arms propped up.

"Teasing you, teasing you."

Jin Linkun stopped talking and stopped him with a smile: "There is still one year left, I just bought it before I came here, if you don't believe me, I will show you the box..."

He was tall and had long arms, so he held the man in his arms with ease.Just as he was about to put it back on the bed, he felt that the strength in his arms sank slightly, and the heat slightly higher than body temperature suddenly hit his shoulders.

Jin Linkun's heart skipped a beat.

The surrounding seemed to be silent suddenly, the young boy's hot body was wrapped in his arms, and through two thin layers of clothing, the heat and slightly hot breath fell on the shoulders and neck together.

His heartbeat was inexplicably fast, his Adam's apple twitched slightly, and he touched his arm: "Yu Sheng?"

The person on the shoulder didn't move.

Jin Linkun was a little worried, so he supported him: "Did you faint? Do you need to go to the hospital—"

Yu Sheng raised his hand and sealed his mouth.

Jin Linkun stopped talking.

He was silent for a moment, looked down at the motionless person on his shoulder, the light in his eyes gradually softened, and raised his hand to rub the back of his neck

"It's okay, ah."

Jin Linkun lowered his voice and slowly rubbed the boy's neck.

His hand patted lightly, and fell on Yu Sheng's back: "I've already taken the medicine, and I won't feel uncomfortable when I wake up from sleep."

Yu Sheng was a little taken aback by the lack of consoling words this man said: "...I said this myself."

"Okay, then tell me something you haven't said."

Jin Linkun chuckled and helped Yu Sheng to lie back.

"sleep."

He didn't move any more, just sat on the edge of the bed like this, and stretched out his arms to grab the book: "I'm not leaving."