Don't Talk To Me!

Chapter 37

Yu Sheng picked up the arm that was on his shoulder and put it back.

Then moved far away to the other end of the sofa.

"..."

Jin Linkun sat upright, trying to make amends: "My friend——"

Yu Sheng said concisely: "I will die."

Jin Linkun: "..."

The movie screen continued unmoved, Yu Sheng was attracted by the unique plot, couldn't help watching it for a while, but still couldn't stand the growing drowsiness, he yawned and closed his eyes.

……

Half asleep and half awake, he vaguely noticed someone squatting beside him, fiddling with the projected control screen.

Too tired to keep his eyes open, Yu Sheng moved his arms and pulled off the clothes he didn't know when he was put on: "What are you doing?"

"Another movie, there is a problem with this subject matter."

Jin Linkun was very persistent, and was immersed in flipping through the plot introductions one by one. Hearing the sound, he shot back and patted his knee: "Sleep, it's okay."

That hand fell on his knee, and like the jacket covering his body, it carried a faint, imperceptible temperature.

Yu Sheng didn't know what he was thinking, looked down for a while, then suddenly grabbed the hand and pulled it back.

Jin Linkun squatted for a long time, and couldn't help taking a breath when he pulled him, and couldn't help but slide on the ground: "No, my feet are numb——"

"Ma is still squatting." Yu Sheng dragged someone into the sofa, "Don't tune it, just this."

He was very sleepy, and he didn't know what kind of movie this was. He only knew that the tone was soft and the background music was soft and soothing, which was just right for sleeping.

In order to ensure that this person would not squat on the ground to tune in the movie in the middle of the night, Yu Sheng simply held his hand directly to prevent him from squatting back, and closed his eyes and nestled back into the sofa again.

When Jin Linkun grabbed his hand for the second time, he still didn't know how to react.

The usually smooth thinking is now both stagnant and active, crashing into the car in an unusually messy manner.

All kinds of thoughts came out, and I couldn't figure out anything, and they all got into a ball at the crossroads.

Yu Sheng took his hand.

That hand was not as cold as usual, and I don't know if it was the right way to wear the clothes on him, or it would be warmer than usual after eating.

Next time I should put some clothes on him.

His roommate's eyelashes are really long, and they are a little curled up, as if they can be lifted with a slight movement.

A person who is obviously quite tough, but with his eyes closed like this, he is extraordinarily obedient, and looks a little younger than usual.

Yu Sheng took his hand.

That hand was not as cold as usual.

……

Jin Linkun was extremely clear-headed, and couldn't stop thinking one after another. He stared at the hand that the two of them were clasping, and couldn't help clearing his throat softly: "Yu Sheng..."

Yu Sheng didn't respond.

Jin Linkun tried to move his hands, only to realize that the other party had already fallen asleep without knowing when.

The hand was only loosely closed, and it slipped away as soon as it moved.

It may be that the temperature of the air conditioner is a bit low. Yu Sheng fell asleep and unconsciously leaned against the heat source, sticking to his arm, with his head tilted slightly.

Just lightly brushed against his shoulder.

He slept deeply, and the vigilance that was always on his brows was gone, and he looked completely unguarded, quiet and soft.

Jin Linkun's hand stopped in the air for a while with nowhere to rest it, and for some reason, it moved over by some mysterious means, and carefully stuffed it back under Yu Shengxu's closed palm.

Fearing that he might not be able to lean on him, he deliberately straightened his shoulders to ensure that the height of his shoulders was just enough to serve as a pillow for him.

...I have never sat so straight in class.

Jin Linkun twitched the corners of his mouth dumbly, exhaled lightly, raised his head and returned his mind to the movie.

What Yu Sheng chose blindly with his eyes closed was a youthful romance film that wasn't too sad, and it really seemed much more suitable than a detective film.

Jin Linkun got used to the current state little by little, sat with his shoulders straight for a while, and inadvertently raised his head and glanced at the screen.

The protagonists hold hands, and one leans over while the other is fast asleep.

Very lightly, slowly, and carefully, touched the lips.

Jin Linkun: "..."

Still not quite right.

It was inconvenient to raise his head rashly, so he sat for a long while carefully, and touched the phone with one hand, clicked on a set of competition questions, and quickly calculated the answer in his mind.

Logical thinking was not affected much, the brain turned rapidly, and the answers jumped out one after another.

The overflowing emotions that had no place to rest piled up in his chest, and suddenly swelled uncontrollably for a moment.

Vaguely, as if to find a new breakthrough.

As the light and shadow of the picture fell, Jin Linkun looked down at the question, breathing inexplicably fast.

The palms overlapped, and at some point a little sweat oozes out.

His fingertips paused, unable to continue to turn to the next page of questions, he hung on the screen for a while, returned to the main screen, and clicked on the camera.

……

The background is a bit dark.

The boy's facial features were sculpted clearly and delicately by the light, his brows and eyes were soft, and he leaned quietly on his shoulder.

With hands clasped and his coat draped over him, he slept better than usual.

Jin Linkun stared at the photo for a while, then turned it into the hidden photo album and saved it.

The two big brothers didn't return to the dormitory until dawn.

Jin Linkun went to Liang Yifan's dormitory to pick up their belongings.

Originally, he thought it was Yu Sheng who came no matter what, but when Liang Yifan looked up and saw Jin Linkun, the air in the whole dormitory seemed to freeze for a moment in awe.

Jin Linkun didn't pay much attention to it. He went to take the packed schoolbag and thanked him politely: "I'm sorry."

"No trouble, no trouble." Liang Yifan waved his hands quickly, stood up to see him off, but his eyes fell on him, but he suddenly paused.

Liang Yifan picked up the phone, read the message Yu Sheng sent last night again, and swallowed.

In fact, he also thinks that Kunshen is a very nice person, and if conditions permit and it is suitable, of course he also wants to make friends with him.

...but should be afraid or be afraid.

Especially when the remaining seven groups of students were not there, and even the roommates went to the small garden to study, and no one applauded him with thoughts.

Seeing that Jin Linkun had already walked to the door, Liang Yifan held his mobile phone, took a deep breath, and finally said in a stuttering voice, "God Kunkun."

Jin Linkun stopped and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Is there something wrong?"

"A little bit..." Liang Yifan looked at him tentatively, "Are you busy?"

Jin Linkun nodded: "A little bit."

Liang Yifan: "..."

The conversation seems to end here.

But Liang Yifan is not such a person who retreats easily.

After all, Brother Sheng promised him that as long as he spoke three more words with Kunshen, he would be able to give him a pretend cheat to solve the third-order Rubik's Cube.

The big deal is to run away, Liang Yifan was determined, and continued to ask for words: "You... Do you want to know some skills that have nothing to do with learning?"

Inexplicably, the draft paper he saw last night popped up in his mind, and a sentence came out without thinking: "For example-how to start a relationship with a roommate that originates from a roommate but is higher than a roommate ?”

……

When he actually said this sentence unexpectedly, Liang Yifan himself felt that he might have to kneel down to Yu Sheng first, and then immediately packed his bags and started to flee.

But what surprised him even more was that Kunshen actually turned back.

Not only did he turn back, Kunshen even put down the things in his hands temporarily after pondering for a moment, and sat down at the table.

Jin Linkun looked at him, and for the first time, Liang Yifan didn't feel alienated and awed by the long and narrow black eyes behind the lenses.

Liang Yifan even felt as if he had some kind of hallucination, and saw a bit of sincerity in the eyes of the other party who was not ashamed to ask.

Jin Linkun: "What does it matter?"

……

Liang Yifan, one head and two older, screamed silently in his heart, you both shook hands for a minute and then went away at night. Why are you still planning to choose another relationship, to meet the gaze of the old man in front of you, still dare not make a mistake, swallow Swallowing: "Like...friendship?"

The uncle is obviously not satisfied: "This is it."

Liang Yifan: "..."

Feeling somewhat regretful that he had started such a topic, Liang Yifan took a deep breath, and cautiously stretched out his foot on the edge: "Brother—brotherhood?"

Jin Linkun raised his eyebrows and his eyes lit up.

Liang Yifan got over his head, and automatically changed the word brotherhood to himself, and lowered his voice: "This kind of thing can't be rushed, it has to be done step by step and brainstorming, and the help of the masses is also needed..."

……

In a corner unknown to Yu Sheng, Jin Linkun and the seven groups of students used an unexpected way to establish a somewhat wonderful relationship that seemed a little better than before.

Even before the evening self-study, some people began to have the courage to come to their table to ask questions with too difficult and fruitless discussions.

In all fairness, when Jin Linkun gave lectures to people, he was actually very detailed, with clear ideas and concise practices, not as bad as speaking English when he first entered the summer camp.

It's just that this person's lecture and practice are the same routine. He only moves his eyes but doesn't write, so the person who comes has to bring his own paper to take notes.

"Here, there is an Ω missing... yes, don't shake your hands."

Jin Linkun tapped on the one-step formula, and patiently helped to correct it: "Do you remember it? If you don't remember it, you can say it again."

The boy who came to ask the question nodded repeatedly: "I remember, I remember, thank God Kun——"

He was interrupted by Jin Linkun's gesture in the middle of his speech. The boy raised his head, looked at Yu Sheng who was still immersed in the questions, and immediately fell silent, and quickly slipped back to his seat.

Yu Sheng didn't want to do a quiz without quieting the street. He raised his head and glanced at the person who had just fumbled into his pocket, raised his eyebrows, and tapped the pen in his hand gently on his wrist.

There is sugar in the schoolbag, but if you insist on touching him, you don't know if you have developed a new problem.

Jin Linkun changed the direction from the good ones, took out a lump of candy from his schoolbag, peeled it skillfully and stuffed it into his mouth.

Yu Sheng glanced at him: "Next time I touch my pockets, I'll fill them with mints."

He doesn't necessarily bring a schoolbag every time he goes out. Yu Sheng has what he carries on his body for emergencies. Every time he takes it like this, he has to replenish it every two or three days.

Jin Linkun seemed to be in a good mood. His black eyes behind the glasses were bent, and he nodded in good humor, and refilled his jujube and wolfberry tea with a thermos: "They are like this, do you want to bother you?"

"Don't disturb, I will follow along."

Yu Sheng twirled the pen in his hand twice, but still couldn't hold back his curiosity, "How did you guys get to know each other so well?"

He was actually quite willing to see Jin Linkun communicate more with other people, but the whole thing started a bit too suddenly and without warning, which always made him feel that there seemed to be some inexplicable transaction here.

Jin Linkun coughed lightly, and stuffed the mobile phone that had just received a cheat book on eating, drinking and having fun near N University into the desk without any trace: "It's more complicated..."

"Forget it then." Yu Sheng still had to brush up the questions, impatient to listen, "It's fine if you're happy."

When he said this, there was no special tone. Liang Yifan couldn't help but think about it, worrying whether Yu Sheng was upset because people kept coming to God Kun.

But Jin Linkun knew that Yu Sheng was serious about saying this.

He really wants to make him happy.

Jin Linkun sat for a while, but still couldn't help pulling the corner of his lower lip, wanting to secretly hold hands with his roommate.

Yu Sheng was working hard on the question, when his free left hand was suddenly held under the table, he couldn't help but frowned, and raised his head: "What are you doing?"

"See if your hands are cold." Jin Linkun answered smoothly, holding his hand and squeezing it, "What's for dinner?"

Yu Sheng: "..."

Under Jin Linkun's persistent observation of control variables, he found that whether his hands were cold or not was indeed related to whether he was eating or not, so he began to use this method to judge whether he was hungry or not.

I don't know why this person suddenly knows all kinds of restaurants around N University like the palm of his hand, and every time his hands get cold, he can lead him out to eat at a restaurant that tastes good.

It's not the same every time.

"Malatang, grilled fish, barbecue, casserole, Haidilao, Kanto cooking, food stalls..."

Jin Linkun swiped his phone and asked for his opinion: "Which one do you want to eat?"

"Whatever." Yu Sheng crossed out a worthless topic, "Don't be spicy."

Jin Linkun couldn't hold back, and smiled: "You always have this one."

Yu Sheng said coldly: "After all, my roommate is prone to allergies, so I don't have many choices."

"..."

The two bosses reported the names of the dishes in the back row every day recently, and Liang Yifan's tablemate couldn't help feeling hungry, so he put down his pen and poked Liang Yifan: "Do you want to go to study for supper next night?"

"Don't eat." Liang Yifan couldn't bear it anymore, doubting life raised his head: "Aren't you full?"

Deskmate:"?"

Liang Yifan sighed a little lonely, and waved his hands: "It's okay, I'm supported by knowledge."

The evening self-study is still a few minutes away, and the entire summer camp has been busy with self-enrolment recently.Many people are taking the opportunity to exchange information for mutual benefit, and the classroom is much more lively than usual.

Lao Wan came early today, walked around smiling with his hands behind his back, knocked on the blackboard, and announced a new piece of news.

There will be a cultural performance next week. Each group will produce a program and report on the performance at that time. Those who perform well will become bonus points in the interview of the entire group of students.

The original intention of self-enrollment is to include more comprehensive and excellent talents in the scope of enrollment. In addition to the examinations that can be handled with knowledge reserve and divergent thinking, the interview questions are various, which have already broken through the scope of learning.

Theatrical performances not only show talents, but also test the ability of collaboration, unity and organization and planning. It has always been a reserved item of summer camps in many colleges and universities.

Everyone was almost bald, and when they heard that there was a bonus item, their eyes lit up quickly.

"Deputy team leader—deputy team leader, can you play the erhu? It's time to test you!"

"Does Dong Jue know how to write calligraphy? Can this be considered a talent?"

"What should I do? I can play the harmonica, the kind I learned in kindergarten..."

"I can play the guitar, can anyone sing!"

"Don't worry, it has to be a collective project. I've heard that the more collective the project, the more advantageous it is."

……

A group of academic masters were racking their brains to figure out their talents. Yu Sheng raised his head, inexplicably feeling that the scene in front of him was also quite interesting, so he simply put down his pen and listened with great interest to the "whistle", "triangle" and the like popping up from time to time in the crowd. artistic expertise.

Jin Linkun had just finished queuing up at Haidilao, when he looked up, he happened to see a slight curvature at the corner of Yu Sheng's mouth, and couldn't help being curious: "What are you laughing at?"

"I remember playing games before, and met a mentally ill Baiyin power leveling, whose skills were worse than yours... I was careless for a while, and I was directly tricked here by him."

Yu Sheng laughed, and replied casually: "At that time, we also talked about art performances, and he told people that he could play the organ."

"..." Jin Linkun: "Huh?"

"He should be here too. I've been trying to beat him up."

Yu Sheng took the application form from the front, filled in the piano, stopped writing and waited for him: "What about you? What is your talent?"