Don't Talk To Me!

Chapter 47

Yu Sheng was actually a liberal arts student.

The one who was most stimulated by this incident was undoubtedly Liang Yifan, a liberal arts student who was once complacent because Kunshen was going to take the college entrance examination, and happily sympathized with the seven groups of science students.

"It's unreasonable. Brother Sheng plays Tetris so well, and he can turn the Rubik's Cube."

Until last night's self-study, Liang Yifan was still depressed, unable to accept the too cruel reality: "Why are you a liberal arts student?"

Ding Zhengjiao did not agree with his inherent concept: "Liberal arts and physiology students are all the same, and everyone can be excellent."

"But only the excellence of science students can make me happy." Liang Yifan said bluntly, "When I think that I will sit in the same examination room as Brother Sheng and do the same set of papers, I feel sincere pressure."

Everyone returned to a similar situation. Cen Rui shook his maraca and patted him on the shoulder: "If we want to be more open, we can skip their rankings and compete for our precious No.2."

"..."

In front of the two masters who are about to take the college entrance examination next year, the masters of arts and sciences finally found comfort in each other, shook hands again and made peace, and joined hands to return to the vast ocean of knowledge.

Neither Jin Linkun nor Yu Sheng came to the evening self-study, and the last row was empty, suppressing the note written by Zhang Yusheng.

Ding Zhengjiao couldn't let go, and turned his head frequently: "Does anyone know what God Kun is doing? Is Brother Sheng accompanying him?"

"At least Brother Sheng was with him when we left the Internet cafe."

Liang Yifan glanced at the silent mobile phone, and was no longer as sure as usual: "But maybe now, it depends on Brother Sheng's emotional state. To be honest, if I was pressed on the sofa and listened to the physics competition for three hours There is probably a certain chance that the six relatives will directly deny it."

Cen Rui deeply felt the same way: "Take a look back and experience it. I think Brother Sheng can persist until we come. He really loves God Kun."

……

"it should be no problem?"

Xia Junhua had been feeling extremely guilty about pulling the seven groups of people to the lecture, so he put down his pen and looked back: "I think no matter what happened, the two of them must be together..."

After he finished speaking, the surroundings fell silent.

Thought it was the director of inspection who came over, Xia Junhua quickly shut up, and was worried for a while before he realized that no one came, he asked inexplicably, "What are you doing?"

"It's not easy." Liang Yifan patted him on the shoulder, "Student, the right hand rules, have you finally got the hang of it?"

Cen Rui then felt relieved: "Even Lao Xia can tell, they must be fine... That's all right, all right, hurry up and read, maybe Kunshen and Brother Sheng are also studying hard somewhere."

The third year of high school is getting closer day by day, everyone already has a sense of urgency, the study room has returned to silence, and the sound of flipping books has resumed.

Yu Sheng was not studying.

Jin Linkun said that he wanted to go out for a walk, but he didn't think much about it, and asked the seven groups of students to bring back their schoolbags and fake slips, and then accompanied him out of the Internet cafe.

As a result, this person said he wanted to walk, but he just wanted to walk.

The street lights were on, and the sky was already dark, replaced by a flicker of starlight.

Jin Linkun couldn't move anymore, so he sat down on the side of the road in a down-to-earth manner, relaxed, and leaned back against the tree trunk.

There are vending machines on the side of the road. Yu Sheng searched around, but couldn't find a bottle with a cartoon on it, so he reluctantly bought a bottle of sweet milk and returned.

Jin Linkun caught the sweet milk that fell head-on, took two gulps, bent his eyes to speak, and Yu Sheng had already sat down beside him: "You're welcome."

"..." Jin Linkun smiled and rubbed his head: "I just want to say, this is also delicious."

The man was getting better and better at touching his head. Yu Sheng glanced at him and didn't move. He turned on his phone and searched where the two of them had gone.

It was rare for Jin Linkun not to open his hand, and the palm of his hand unconsciously paused for a while longer on the short hair that was a bit tangled, and looked down at him.

The air conditioner in the auditorium was fully turned on, Yu Sheng was annoyed by the nagging, so he consciously put on a sportswear jacket.

He has a very regular habit of dressing, and the zipper is meticulously pulled to the top. With his head lowered like this, half of his face is buried in the raised neckline.

Jin Linkun looked carefully for a while, and found that there was an inconspicuous scar on the side of his ear.

……

Yu Sheng shivered, and slapped his fumbling hands away: "What are you doing?"

"How did you do it?" Jin Linkun was very persistent. After being slapped away, he stretched out again and touched the scar, "Here."

There were many fights in the third middle school, and it was inevitable to get hurt.The job of school bully is very demanding, and there are not many scars on his body, so it is difficult to hold the position even when he goes out.

Too many times, Yu Sheng was too lazy to recall the checkmark again and again, and pulled his sleeve out: "Forgot."

Jin Linkun still wanted to take a closer look, but accidentally touched his ear again. In a blink of an eye, his wrist was firmly clamped, and he slammed back hard.

……

Ears will explode if you touch them.

Jin Linkun rubbed the tip of his nose, tried his best to control his thoughts, put aside the word "cute" temporarily, and tried his best to keep his right hand first: "Friend, calm down, I won't touch it—"

Yu Sheng only used his strength to blast that blow, but quickly recovered his strength, glanced at him, and let go.

The arms of the two people were entangled together, and it was not easy to get around.Jin Linkun pulled his arm out from the crook of his elbow, and was about to close it, but found that the strength on his wrist was still loose.

The night is cooler than the day, and the palms around the wrists are also cooler than usual.Yu Sheng held him tightly, curled his fingers, and still stuck to his wrist bone and did not let go.

Jin Linkun watched his movements, and tentatively asked, "What's wrong?"

Yu Sheng raised his head and looked into his eyes: "Brother, are you feeling better?"

Jin Linkun opened his mouth slightly, but was unable to speak immediately.

Is it alright, actually it's already alright.

People have to grow up and live their lives. Whether they want to or not, they have to keep moving forward.

It has been a year, and there is no grievance that cannot be overcome.

But suddenly there was someone who accompanied him to vent in a mess, helped him feel uncomfortable, and looked at him quietly.

Then all of a sudden, all the emotions that had faded earlier surged up unreasonably, piled up in the chest, and the pressure was painful.

Jin Linkun met his gaze, fell silent, took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes carelessly, and put them back on.

"...much better, almost all better."

He raised his hand, put it on Yu Sheng's shoulder, and rested his forehead on his shoulder: "Really, I don't believe you—"

Yu Sheng: "I believe it."

Jin Linkun was startled.

"I believe it." Yu Sheng turned sideways, "How can it be all right?"

The boy's breath suddenly came over him.

Not to be ignored, the fresh and real breath met him without retreating an inch.

Jin Linkun's chest emptied unexpectedly.

The two of them were so close that he could almost see the tip of Yu Sheng's eyelashes clearly.

Jin Linkun thought for a moment, before he spoke consciously: "Hold——sleep?"

Yu Sheng: "..."

……

"Friend, friend."

Jin Linkun held the half-drunk bottle of sweet milk, got up and hurried to catch up: "Let me try it, I can explain."

It was almost midnight, and the road was so quiet that it was hard to see a car.The bustling streets during the day are empty, and the lights of the street lamps are intertwined, casting deep and shallow shadows.

Standing under the streetlight, Yu Sheng was dragged by him and listened to the scientific theory about hugging for emotional comfort for 10 minutes.

"...It's probably like this. The papers have their sources, and I can go back and find them for you."

Jin Linkun cleared his throat and realized that he had been holding onto his hand, and moved his fingertips, trying to let go, but he couldn't move.

He paused, and his Adam's apple rolled down slightly: "Yu Sheng——"

Yu Sheng: "I'll be fine if I hug her?"

He asked too seriously, Jin Linkun's heart beat a little faster for no reason, and he couldn't speak immediately.

Yu Sheng had already dragged him back.

After subconsciously walking a few steps with the strength in his hands, Jin Linkun heard his own voice: "Where are you going?"

"Go back and sleep." Yu Sheng tugged at him, "I can't lose a piece of meat if I lend you a hug."

In all fairness, Yu Sheng doesn't really believe in his theory.

But it cannot be denied that during those two nights, he did sleep better than usual, without having those messy dreams.

Moreover, the person who usually had a smile on his face and seemed to be able to solve any problem in three seconds suddenly began to stutter and memorize documents. For some reason, he seemed a little less needy than usual.

The whole journey was exhausting enough, and Yu Sheng didn't intend to go back, so he took out his phone and prepared to take a taxi.

Probably it was really too late, there was no driver to take the order, and there were no taxis running back and forth on the road.

Jin Linkun pulled him to the side of the road and stood: "Otherwise... and then walk back?"

Yu Sheng raised his head and glanced at him, without saying a word, the news of Liang Yifan jumped out first.

Stimulated by Brother Sheng's fact that he was a liberal arts student, classmate Liang Yifan squatted in the exclusive bathroom of the seventh group to memorize and memorize until midnight, packed up his things and prepared to go back to the dormitory, but found that no one had returned from their dormitory.

Knowing that these people might not be relieved, Yu Sheng replied that it was all right, and sent him a location.

Liang Yifan on the other side was silent for a long time, and replied tremblingly: Brother Sheng... did you run the marathon with God Kun?

"..." Yu Sheng looked at the distance on the map, calmed down for a while, and put away his phone: "Let's find a place to stay overnight."

The hands of the two people hadn't let go, Jin Linkun still hadn't recovered, and raised his head: "Huh?"

Liang Yifan is a good classmate.

Jin Linkun handed his ID card to the front desk of the hotel for registration, and entered the elevator with his roommates. For some reason, he couldn't resist sending Liang Yifan a red envelope.

Liang Yifan was flattered: God Kun, did you win the race?

Liang Yifan: Run, run, vent, let those idiots die!You are the best!You are God Kun! !

……

Not quite understanding what he was talking about, Jin Linkun found the room number, swiped the door with the room card.

The hotel's facilities are quite good, business class, the room is covered with soft and hard carpets, a sofa desk, and a very spacious double bed.

"There is no standard room." Jin Linkun touched the tip of his nose and explained, "Only this..."

Yu Sheng didn't care, took off his coat and hung it up, went to the bathroom to wash up: "I'll hurry up, you take a break first."

Xiao Bansu walked the length of half a horse, and Yu Sheng was already feeling tired at the moment, so he simply rushed to wipe off the sweat on his body, and prepared to pack up his things to make room for him.

Putting on his clothes and leaving the bathroom, Jin Linkun was leaning on the sofa, probably also sleepy, dozing off with his head down.

Sitting and sleeping like this would cause a stiff neck, Yu Sheng wiped his hair and went over, planning to take him away, wash up and lie down to rest as soon as possible.

Just touching his arm on the armrest, the hanging hand lifted it up and grabbed it.

Jin Linkun opened his eyes, the eyes behind the lenses were still a little dizzy, his chest heaved slightly, he probably just had a dream and hadn't woken up yet.

Yu Sheng touched his pulse, wanting him to slow it down first, but the force on his wrist suddenly tightened: "Yu Sheng."

His voice was a little hoarse, Yu Sheng frowned, and leaned down: "What's wrong?"

Jin Linkun's throat moved, and after a long silence, he said, "Which university are you going to take?"

Yu Sheng: "..."

Did this person have a nightmare? Did he abandon the college entrance examination?

There is still a year left, and he probably knows himself well, but he has no habit of guaranteeing the ticket, so he sat down on the sofa with the strength of his arms: "Which one can take the exam, let's mention the results first. Why ask this?"

"Which school are you going to take, tell me when the time comes."

Jin Linkun didn't know what he wanted to say, so he lowered his gaze: "I'm guessing the sub-test, let's go to a university..."

Others don't understand, the two of them have lived in the same dormitory for so long, and he already knows more or less about Yu Sheng's situation.

Yu Sheng didn't deliberately focus on other subjects, so forget about other subjects. English is really helpless. Every time the scope of review involves English, he suffers from insomnia for a long time at night.

He lay on the bed several times, listening to the people on the other side of the dormitory waking up motionless, and sometimes he even had to wait until the sky was getting brighter for his breathing to gradually become even.

In another year, Yu Sheng's remaining subjects will not be a problem. Even if he gives up English, it will probably be in the Top2 range.No matter which school Yu Sheng chooses, he can go there——

Before he could figure out the most suitable score range in his mind, Yu Sheng had already stood up and slapped his hands away.

"Save it."

Yu Sheng's tone was flat, and he looked down at him: "No need."

Jin Linkun withdrew his arm, his throat was a little astringent, and he opened his mouth: "Yu Sheng."

"You fucking listen."

After finally suppressing the anger, Yu Sheng closed his eyes: "How well you can take the test, how many points you can surpass them."

The young man's figure is sharp, and he can't hold back his determination. He is so proud that his chest burns: "There is still one year, such a long time, do you think I can't catch up with you?"

Jin Linkun raised his head, his eyes behind the lenses widened slightly, burning for no reason.

Yu Sheng didn't want to beat him at this moment, so he took a deep breath, turned around to pack his things, and was suddenly hugged tightly.

Before he could react, hot dampness had already seeped from the collar behind him.

Yu Sheng paused slightly, his shoulders tensed silently.

The arms stretched across his chest and shoulders trembled slightly. Yu Sheng stood there for a while, then pulled him back: "What are you doing, does it excite you that I'm studying hard?"

"……Yes."

Jin Linkun laughed lightly and took a breath: "I'm so excited, I can't hold back."

Yu Sheng twitched the corner of his mouth, didn't speak, and gently clenched his hand.

When Jin Linkun spoke, his tone was quite serious, but Yu Sheng knew that this idiot who was able to stand up to those trash who framed him at the beginning, and who could in turn persuade him not to be impulsive, hug him and talk well, actually Been thinking about this for a long time.

……

Then I dragged him for twenty kilometers without finding a chance.

Yu Sheng let him lie on his shoulders, without turning around, turned his back and patted his arm.

Jin Linkun cleared his throat and forced a voice: "Friend——"

"Glasses." Yu Sheng spread out his palms and waited for him, "Aren't you panicking?"

The breath behind him paused, a little smile shook his chest slightly, and fell on his back.

Jin Linkun took off his glasses, put them in his palm, closed his eyes and leaned on them.

It took a long time to take a bath, and when Jin Linkun came out of the bathroom, Yu Sheng had already fallen asleep.

The boy was wrapped in a quilt, his thick eyelashes were firmly attached, half of his face was buried in the pillow, and his hair was still a little damp.

He turned off the overhead light, lay down with light movements, and tentatively hugged him into his arms.

Yu Sheng was so sleepy, he opened his eyelids to look at him in a daze, his brows were frowned by the light at the bedside, and he buried himself in the shadow unconsciously.

His chest was pressed so lightly that it was a little soft, Jin Linkun breathed slightly, turned sideways to block the light for him, and turned off the bedside lamp together.

Jin Linkun lay down for a while, but still couldn't fall asleep, so he picked up his phone and sent a message to Liang Yifan: Are you there?

Liang Yifan was about to go to sleep, when he received his message, he immediately sent a concerned reply: Yes!God Kun, how are you doing?

Jin Linkun: My roommate needs to study hard.

Liang Yifan: ...Huh?

Jin Linkun: He will be very good. I think he can win the provincial champion.

Liang Yifan: ...

Liang Yifan: God Kun, let me interject first, how do you feel now, are you in a good state?Is it not uncomfortable anymore?

The emotions in his chest had already dissipated, and Jin Linkun held his mobile phone and returned after a while: Okay, thank you.

I knew who was coming before I went, and I just left the auditorium because I didn't feel the need to listen any more.He never thought that the entire seven groups would stand by his side no matter the cost.

Originally making friends was just to get his roommates to praise him. When he saw the seven groups of classmates going out one by one, and even Lao Wan strolling out leisurely, he realized that in fact, one will meet many people in one's life.

Whether it's good or bad, happy or unhappy things happened, when you turn a corner, the people you meet again will never be the same as the last time.

Jin Linkun held his mobile phone for a while, typed a serious thank you, and clicked send.

There is a red circle arrow in front of the bubble, followed by a light gray prompt popping up.

[The message has been sent, but has been rejected by the other party. ]