Don't Talk To Me!

Chapter 38

Liang Yifan suddenly felt that the atmosphere in the back seat was a bit strange.

To sum it up, it is probably an extremely rare and extremely strong desire to survive that even made the chair under his buttocks shake twice.

When he saw the unread message on his mobile phone, "What talent can we still have", Liang Yifan suddenly realized belatedly that the two swings of the stool just now might have been kicked by God Kun.

The seven groups of people had almost finished selecting their talents, and they couldn't think of anything natural and not deliberate.

Liang Yifan turned his head while clutching the phone, quickly turning his mind to interrupt, at least to give Kunshen a time to think and prepare.

Jin Linkun looked more nervous than usual, opened his mouth, and turned the pen in his hand.

There is only one registration form, which is handwritten, and the people behind are still waiting to fill it out.Yu Sheng was a little impatient, so he pressed his hand that had just picked up the pen and held it tightly: "Hurry up."

The two sat side by side, Yu Sheng was holding a pen in his right hand, and his left hand reached out to grab his hand, and the whole person almost leaned over.

The familiar breath suddenly approached, Jin Linkun's mind went blank for a moment, and subconsciously said: "Pipe organ..."

Yu Sheng frowned, put down his pen and looked up.

Liang Yifan also heard the joke Yu Sheng told, and was interrupting and procrastinating with "Hahaha, so someone's talent is the pipe organ", and then he heard his Kun god think: "... What is the pipe organ?"

Yu Sheng: "..."

Liang Yifan: "..."

……

The story happened the day before the city's unified examination.

Jin Linkun just came back from the youth training camp and took the exam the next day. Because he was too bored, he logged into his game account back then.

After all, his strength was still much stronger than that of Baiyin, and it was too easy to win, so he was shot and knocked out of the game by the coach.

After playing the game for such a long time, it was the first time he was treated as a power leveling, and he saw the results of a year of suffering from the youth training camp. After returning from the youth training camp, his strength has improved by leaps and bounds, not because he found a high-level power training.

Probably because the number of times of adding friends is a bit too much, the last time the other party finally passed, and kindly sent a message to wish him good luck, don't meet yourself every time.

……

Then he didn't know if it was due to the blessing of some kind of metaphysical power, when he was still a little confused about the news, he found that the two of them could meet by chance no matter how they lined up.

And the opponent can keep an eye on him every time, even if they airdrop on both ends of the map, they can still shoot him out before entering the last lap.

Heroes cherish heroes, Jin Linkun thinks this person can make friends.

After the exam and then on the number, the two of them were arranged to be in a round again under the arrangement of fate. This time, the new friend seemed to be in a bad mood, and even the speed at which he was beaten out of the round was much slower than the night before.

He thought about it carefully, and felt that the only thing that could be more interesting was the summer camp, so he generously shared it with the other party.

Later, when he came to the summer camp, Jin Linkun actually went over the wall several times, but the two of them never met again by chance.

He also felt that maybe new friends found new fun when they came to the summer camp, and they happily traveled in the ocean of knowledge.

It never occurred to him that the other party might not only have one number, but even borrowed one from him, and he even made it fall from the star diamond all the way to the gold three.

"..."

After listening to the whole process, Liang Yifan couldn't help expressing sympathy: "God Kun, I don't think you deserved this beating."

He was shocked when he heard that Jin Linkun was pretending to be stupid, and he didn't hesitate to put all his artistic expertise in acting out of the list of candidates.

After Yu Sheng realized the possibility of darkness under the lamp in a blink of an eye, and quickly connected the whole story, all he had to do was hold his head and help protect the things on the table from falling off.

"It's okay." Jin Linkun adjusted his glasses and helped the crooked table back again: "Any other strategies?"

Yu Sheng was dragged away by the group leader of the seventh group to help with the staffing of the program. Liang Yifan didn't know anything, just waited for the arrangement honestly, and was still immersed in the shock that he had planned so well: "Ah? Like what..."

Jin Linkun gave him a clear search scope: "For example, after being beaten up, how can I continue to take my roommates out for dinner?"

Liang Yifan: "..."

The self-study class turned into a talent show, everyone was running around looking for inspiration, Jin Linkun was beaten so unobtrusively that few people even noticed.

Yu Sheng was dragged by a group of people, and they were discussing in full swing what program the seven groups could produce, and won a place in the art performance.

"How about the chorus?" Ding Zhengjiao really didn't know much about this kind of activity, and thought hard: "Brother Sheng plays the piano, can't Dong Jue sing? You can lead the singing."

The registration form was designed by Cen Rui on the spot, and it happened to be sent back and patted in front of him: "Team leader, look at how many people have ticked the 'do not go out of tune' item, and it will probably dispel your unrealistic attitude." idea."

In particular, there are quite a few people who honestly chose "I don't know what the tone is", and they don't know the effect of opening a mouth.

The format of the chorus program was thrown into limbo in a blink of an eye. A group of people thought hard and put forward several ideas one after another, but had to give up one by one due to the limitations of realistic conditions.

After going around in a circle, I couldn't think of a program format suitable for everyone to play.

"I think, this event mainly depends on the face."

Xia Junhua thought with a pen in his mouth: "According to my many years of experience in art performances, as long as I look good, I can stand on the stage and write questions on the spot, and I may get unanimous praise from the judges."

Cen Rui agrees with this point: "And as long as there are two people in front to attract attention, we can try to paddle behind."

……

Everyone's eyes fell on Sheng for a while, and then turned to another corner of the classroom at the same time.

"After you said that, I suddenly felt that Kunshen and Brother Sheng were standing on the stage, and our chances of winning seemed to be good."

Ding Zhengjiao was a little moved: "Brother Sheng can play the piano, why don't you ask God Kun what talent he has? No matter what it is, let's fully cooperate—"

Yu Sheng, who was forced to come over to help and listen to the discussion while brushing up questions, finally raised his head: "He can play the organ."

"..."

In the silence, Ding Zhengjiao was still reluctant to give up, trying to make a suggestion: "Or—we can play the organ..."

The first plenary meeting of the seven groups entered a dead end.

For the next two days, the content of the discussion still failed to get out of the dead end.

Under the leadership of Liang Yifan, the number of people who dared to come to the last row to chat gradually increased.In order to be able to discuss a suitable performance form, several main program organizers mustered up their courage. Under the leadership of the team leader Ding Zhengjiao who set an example, they used their spare time to gather around the two big guys who gathered the hope of the whole group.

"God Kun, I just can't figure it out."

Cen Rui also squatted at the table with the book in his arms, and couldn't help asking: "What made you decide to learn the organ? Is it an ideal? Is it a belief?"

Xia Junhua followed along to join in the fun: "Is it a tribute to the king of musical instruments and a love for classical music?"

The students in the seven groups discussed secretly for a long time how to learn a musical instrument that is as big as several rooms and tall, and can occupy the entire church with a little domineering.

In the end, under the impeccable theory of the deputy team leader Kong Jiahe that "as long as there are people playing an instrument, there must be a way to learn this instrument", finally finally dispelled Kun Shen. Just because he didn't want to participate in group activities, he made up a random talent guesses.

Jin Linkun has become very friendly recently, and will chat with his classmates a few more times. Hearing this, he put down the pen in his hand: "In order not to be called up all the time to perform talents."

Ding Zhengjiao: "..."

Xia Junhua: "..."

"..."

Cen Rui, whose specialty is the harmonica, listened in a daze: "Damn it, I'm actually a little bit excited."

"Keep your voice down." Ding Zhengjiao lowered his voice to remind him, "Brother Sheng is sleeping."

Last night, he just switched from brushing the questions to endorsing the book. Yu Sheng spent half the night running through the historical chronology in his mind. He didn't sleep well and was laying on the table to catch up on sleep.

This kind of environment where people are talking and not too noisy is naturally quite hypnotic. Yu Sheng slept through half a session of activity class and still hasn't woken up yet.

The voices of a group of people felt that they couldn't lower their voices. Seeing them put down their pens and say something, they turned around again and gently stretched their coats up twice for the people lying on the table.

Yu Sheng buried half of his face in his arms, noticing the movement on his shoulder, frowned, and raised his hand to push it away.

Jin Linkun was not in a hurry at all, and patiently held his hand and sent him back, tidied up his clothes, and patted him on the back twice.

Sensing the familiar force, Yu Sheng's original effort to prop up his arms to sit up eased up, and he lay back on his stomach again, letting go of his eyebrows and continuing to sleep.

"……Wow."

Cen Rui suddenly didn't know what to express: "Student Xia Junhua, who is right-handed, what do you think this time?"

Xia Junhua: "Don't talk, I need to organize my thoughts."

Dong Jue: "I'm starting to want to sleep. Really, is it so happy to sleep in class?"

Liang Yifan was used to seeing this kind of scene, and he was no stranger to this kind of scene. He glanced disdainfully at the group of students who hadn't seen it before, and calmly unscrewed the thermos cup and took a sip of water.

The seven groups of students who were greatly stimulated by the picture in front of them were hugging each other to keep warm. The only one who did not participate, Ding Zhengjiao looked back and forth for a while, and said hesitantly: "God Kun, I heard that you can play the organ , at least you must have a piano foundation..."

Jin Linkun nodded.

Ding Zhengjiao keenly grasped the thought that flashed through his mind: "Can you and brother Sheng—can you play four-handed?"

Yu Sheng has the four-handed piano score, but he is at home, so he has to go home to get it.

When discussing this step of the plan, Kong Jiahe tried to point out that there are bookstores in the city that sell piano scores. Compared with buying a new one, it will save manpower and material resources than taking a bus to Linshi. Co-effort covered his mouth and pressed it back.

"Of course you can."

Lao Wan got the leave note and was a little curious: "But classmate Yu is going to get the piano score, why are two people asking for leave?"

Team leader Ding Zhengjiao was well prepared: "Because the selection of piano scores should be based on one's hobbies and good skills. Kun——Jin Linkun's good direction is different from that of Yu Sheng. The two of them need to decide which one to take after discussion." Ben back."

Lao Wan nodded, and turned over the leave note: "Then why do you need to ask for two days?"

Cen Rui quickly raised his hand: "Because the city next door is quite far from here, Kunshen is prone to motion sickness, and needs to rest for a night, otherwise it will affect the state too much."

Justified.

Lao Wan readily agreed and granted the two two days off.

On Line 4, Jin Linkun, who claims to be motion sick, was raising his arms, trying to get his roommate, who was packed and brought out just after waking up, to put on his own clothes: "Sleep a little longer, and I'll call you when we arrive at the station."

"No, wake up."

Yu Sheng was arranged clearly after just sleeping. He was a little surprised at Jin Linkun's ease of talking, and sat up rubbing his forehead: "Why are they playing four-handed music all of a sudden? Then what are they doing on stage?"

"It's not decided yet, maybe it's a backup dancer, or a stage play."

Because of the ingenuity of the team leader of the seventh group, Jin Linkun participated in a discussion for the first time and told him in detail: "The deputy team leader can play the erhu, and Cen Rui can play the harmonica. There are also a few people who are good at musical instruments. They are discussing, Let’s see if we can find the right way to incorporate all of that.”

Yu Sheng took the thermos cup he handed over, and drank: "It's almost time to fight."

When I was in elementary school, in order to be able to perform on stage, I also participated in a so-called fusion of Chinese and Western musical instruments in the city.Because of the lack of preparation time and hasty running-in, I can still clearly remember the grand occasion at that time.

Jin Linkun was curious: "How did you fight?"

Yu Sheng briefly recalled to him: "The erhu player held up the strings and wanted to saw the violin player, and the clarinet player chased and killed the suona all over the world. The sanxian was missing a pick, and finally found it on the guitar, and the drum set wanted to be played. , was beaten up by both sides.”

Listening to him, Jin Linkun couldn't help laughing out loud: "It's very lively."

"Ah." Yu Sheng recalled the past now, but he didn't have any thoughts left. He rubbed his neck with a smile, "It's quite lively."

In fact, the final effect of that performance was quite good, except that he was a middle and high school student, and there were parents in the audience who couldn't fight.

Although I don't expect the effect of this performance, but if the rehearsal and scheduling are really good, maybe I can come up with something that can be fooled by then.

This time the subway seemed to arrive at the station faster than the last time. Yu Sheng just changed his mind when Jin Linkun patted him twice on the knee, indicating that the station was at the station.

As soon as I stepped out of the subway station, the scorching sun hit my face.

Yu Sheng came here once, remembered the way, and talked to Jin Linkun who was about to look down at the map: "Follow, don't get lost."

Obviously, the last time I came here, I was planning to climb over the wall to escape from the summer camp, but for no reason, I bought a pancake and went back over the wall, without even remembering why I came out.

Now I came to this place again, but I still followed this person, and went home to get the piano score for the cultural performance that I had no interest in for a long time.

Yu Sheng himself felt a little strange.

Jin Linkun smiled and followed him: "I'm really lost, will you come back and find me?"

"Find a fart."

Yu Sheng got a headache from the sun, and glanced at him angrily: "If I lose you, I will stay alone in the summer camp. I will go home and play games. I can lie down as I want. It is better than being in the dormitory."

Jin Linkun was slightly dumb, stopped talking in a good-tempered manner, and quickened his pace to keep up with him.

When it's lunch time, it's time for a row of snacks to go out again, lined up in a row, attracting customers bustlingly.

Jin Linkun seemed to come out for the first time, and he had to look at everything. He was curious about a pancake stand, and Yu Sheng slapped him: "Eat pancakes on a hot day, don't you get motion sickness?"

When Yu Sheng woke up, a group of people had already written a leave note with strong execution and were going to ask for leave for the two of them, so they had time to hear such a stalk.

"I was still dizzy just now, just take a breath."

Jin Linkun talked nonsense with peace of mind, and looked away from the rich variety of ingredients pasted on the pancake cart, a little regretful: "This looks delicious..."

There are a lot of people in the urban area, and it is easy to get lost if you are not careful.Yu Sheng was afraid that the man would not be able to keep up with him if he walked too fast, so he stopped and waited for him, and couldn't help but take a look after him.

... a little familiar.

Before he could retrieve the scene from his memory, the enthusiastic stall owner immediately recognized the young man who had a unique way of ordering food at that time, and waved to him happily: "It's been a long time since I saw you—the last time you bought After eating a pancake, I hurried back, are you not in a hurry this time?"

The stall owner has a very good memory, and he has already started to take things in his hands quickly: "Is there pancakes today? Is there a set of everything and a set of crispy ones? Wait for 3 minutes, and it will be ready in no time!"