Don't Talk To Me!

Chapter 48

Kunshen, who was probing on the edge of friendship, was kicked back neatly by the sudden pull.

It is too difficult to make friends, only roommates have a little warmth.

Jin Linkun put down his phone, hugged him in his arms, and was pulled up to cover his shoulders.

Yu Sheng is actually a little afraid of the cold, and when he is very sleepy, his temper is so good that he can touch his head, and sometimes he can feel the short hair on the palm of his hand gently rubbing back.

When he was awake, he obviously would never give anyone this chance.

Maybe it will be thrown out with its arms twisted.

Jin Linkun moved his arms, let Yu Sheng rest on his shoulders, and folded his arms slightly.

He didn't know what he was thinking, but he seemed to know what he wanted.

But the kids don't seem to know it yet.

Yu Sheng really didn't feel anything about these things. Ever since they participated in the competition with complicated reasons, some girls began to deliver letters and gifts with blushing faces, and his roommates thought they were here to discuss issues, and threw their brains at him. on the desk.

I don't know if those little girls have figured it out. The core problem is that there should be no exercise books as gifts at all.

Jin Linkun stayed up late a few days ago to browse the forum, and in the interval between reporting those thread posts that wanted to rub Yu Sheng's head, he also saw that some of the protagonists were their buildings.

Although most of them are "on the comparison of the strengths of the two gods of learning", ""Ge Jun's secret volume special edition" - the summer camp is tied for second and heartfelt recommendation", but there are also a few sporadic buildings, which are not so related to learning. big.

I don’t know when I snapped some photos, they are all blurry, and there is no special movement. Most of them are sitting together, listening to lectures, talking, eating, and walking.

……

If it wasn't for accumulating points and posting pictures, according to the original plan, he would still be able to leave a few questions for those ninth-level numbers to play tricks.

But Yu Sheng didn't browse the forum.

Otherwise, he might really apply for a few more trumpets and upvote those posts every day.

Jin Linkun sighed, lowered his head into Sheng's neck, rubbed it lightly twice, and closed his eyes.

At noon the next day, when the two returned to the summer camp, they were stopped by the director in charge.

Jin Linkun didn't want to fall asleep all night, and was still sleepy, but his arm was pulled by a hand.

Yu Sheng pulled him behind him and took a step forward.

"you--"

The director wanted to speak, but the sharp look in the eyes of the boy stopped in front suddenly forgot what he wanted to say.

He had been waiting for these two students for a long time, opened his mouth, frowned and continued: "I just want to ask you... Is your group going to make such a fuss?"

Jin Linkun didn't know yet, so he frowned: "What's the matter?"

"It's none of your business." Yu Sheng raised his eyes and looked at the director who was obviously hiding something in front of him, "Yes."

director:"……"

The applications of the seven groups were not stopped, and a copy was even placed on the desk of the vice president of N University.

Yesterday afternoon and this morning, almost everyone in the seven groups was called to talk individually by the leaders of the summer camp. The conditions were both kind and powerful, and the conditions were once so generous that they were related to further studies, but still no one agreed to withdraw the application.

The one in front of me is more straightforward, and I didn't even find a chance to talk to him a few words to get him to put forward the conditions.

After being a teacher for so many years, it's not that I haven't encountered stubborn students, but it's really rare to see students in the seventh group who are so serious about death, and even lead the teacher to follow along.

The director looked at the two of them for a while, turned and left without speaking.

……

Jin Linkun followed him to the dormitory, and finally figured out what was going on.

Yu Sheng's temper is actually not that of a liberal arts student, and his words were so concise that he would not be given a chance to interject. He told him the decision of the Seventh Group in a few words: "Lao Wan also signed his name and said that he would adjust the surveillance records at that time."

In fact, it may not even need to be tuned.

Those students were scared out of their wits, especially Yan Zhi, who had been guilty for so long, and almost confessed what happened on stage that day.

The facts are not hard to find, the facts are the facts, and they are there.

The only thing we need to wait is whether they can be rediscovered, let people recognize and know again, and let those who should pay the price pay the price.

"..." Jin Linkun was silent for a while, then said softly, "Actually—"

He didn't know what he wanted to say, and felt that it was inappropriate to say anything, so he stood by the table for a while, his eyes falling on the thick stack of competition books.

Yu Sheng didn't intend to listen to him, so he simply packed up his things and changed his clothes: "Are you going to rehearse?"

"Go." Jin Linkun cleared his throat, rinsed the thermos cup, and refilled it with freshly brewed jujube tea: "Art show——"

He seemed not used to saying this kind of thing, so he paused for a moment, and then continued: "If the whole group gets the first place, can you help them... by recruiting themselves?"

Yu Sheng raised his eyebrows and put a few piano scores into his schoolbag: "Yes, you can give them more questions, and you can also help them in the college entrance examination."

Jin Linkun was slightly dumb, raised the corner of his mouth, and did not speak.

It's almost time for today's rehearsal. Yu Sheng picked up his schoolbag and put a handful of candy in his pocket again: "Let's go?"

"...Let's go." Jin Linkun smiled and took the schoolbag from him: "Stay up with me tonight?"

Yu Sheng got up from the bed this morning, facing a face that was close at hand, and woke up for 5 minutes in the battle between heaven and man who should beat up, and now he couldn't bear the words "stay with me tonight": "No, I haven't finished memorizing geography."

Jin Linkun couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth, rubbing his curled up hair, with a good temper: "No problem, you carry yours..."

Summarize the question types and mark the key questions. This kind of thing only needs a computer, and there is a power outlet between the two beds.

In the rehearsal room, seven groups of students were chatting together.

"Return ten points to me... If I dare to exchange the ten points back, my dad can discount my legs."

Cen Rui squatted on the stool and complained in a low voice: "I'm still angry now that I think about it, that's my idol! I'm planning to ask God Kun to shake my hand before the preliminaries!"

"Damn, what a great idea!" Xia Junhua slapped his thigh, "After worshiping God Kun and going to answer the competition, I think I can be as powerful as a bamboo, and I can save a mere..."

A boy next to him couldn't help but be led astray: "What about the college entrance exams like ours? Is it feasible not to wash hands from now until June next year?"

"Calm down." Cen Rui patted him on the shoulder, "Then maybe you won't be allowed into the examination room."

Everyone was chatting lively, Kong Jiahe sat on the side, put the erhu aside, and used the time before the rehearsal to race against the clock to do the questions on the table.

Cen Rui couldn't sit still, and leaned over to talk to him: "Deputy team leader, what conditions did they set for you? Is it also a drop in points?"

Kong Jiahe raised his head from the exercise book and adjusted his glasses: "The university that admitted them said that they could drop their grades to the first line."

"It's really a waste of money..." Xia Junhua couldn't help but sigh, "What about you? How did you reject them?"

Kong Jiahe was very serious: "I told them that there is no need for this, I can be admitted to their school, and I don't want to go to their school."

"..."

After a show of hands voting, the deputy team leader, Kong Jiahe, was awarded the Most Handsome Response Award in this event.

The boy wearing glasses was still at a loss. Although he didn't quite understand, he couldn't help grinning shyly, put down the pen in a hurry, wiped his clothes with both hands, and took it from Cen Rui solemnly. The shoddy handwritten certificate.

Jin Linkun leaned against the back door and watched quietly for a while.

The rehearsal room was in chaos, someone wanted to touch the deputy leader's hand to feel happy, someone took the opportunity to hide his glasses quickly,

The team leader Ding Zhengjiao was very worried about helping to protect the erhu of the deputy team leader, while reminding everyone to be careful, it doesn't matter if you get hurt, and you must not damage the instrument.

The boys laughed and jumped together, and the girls happily clapped and booed beside them.

Everyone was making noise, as if he could just join in if he lifted his leg and took that step.

Yu Sheng came over with a pile of clothes, couldn't even see the whole way, vaguely saw him poking at the door, and kicked him: "Don't block the way, what are you doing here?"

……

Jin Linkun couldn't stand still, and took a step forward.

The seven groups of students had already received the good news from Liang Yifan that "Kun Shen has not only regained his spirit, but also is really good." They immediately abandoned the deputy group leader Kong and surrounded them with cheers.

When Jin Linkun managed to break out from the crowd, his roommate was already sitting on the table, swaying his legs leisurely, waiting for him for a long time.

"friend."

Jin Linkun straightened his glasses and straightened his collar: "You can't just sit here and tell them how to block me..."

Yu Sheng seemed to be in a good mood, and the corners of his lips were so raised that he couldn't hold back. He pointed to a pile of musical instruments that had been kindly moved to the corner: "The team leader said, if it breaks, I will accompany you."

"..." The friendship between the roommates was ruined, and Jin Linkun couldn't believe it: "Did you actually move them to the side?"

Sitting in the sunlight leaking in from the window, the young man tilted his head, his pupils were clear and bright, and he flashed that little canine tooth at him.

……

Kunshen, who was confused by Brother Sheng for a moment, was rediscovered in a blink of an eye, suppressed on the table, and served as a mascot for everyone to enjoy the luck of learning the god.

The art performance is just this weekend, and there is not much time left for the seven groups of students. After careful consideration, Lao Wan decided to help everyone make some new breakthroughs.

The bunch of clothes that Yu Sheng brought over were rented by Teacher Wan. From the school uniforms of the Republic of China to the bubble skirts of fairy tale style, and a set of silver laser suits, the styles are very mixed and matched, making people almost unpredictable at first glance. through.

"Teacher Wan..."

Ding Zhengjiao carefully looked at the pile of clothes: "Do you want to express - can we perform a sci-fi-style suspenseful fairy tale of the Republic of China in Chopin's concerto?"

"Damn, team leader." Liang Yifan hadn't recovered his language skills yet, so he raised his head and looked at him with admiration, "You are more worthy of being a liberal arts student than me."

Everything in front of me is real, Cen Rui raised his hands and closed his chin, and hugged his little maraca tightly: "I don't care about anything else, if anyone dares to make me wear that green dinosaur one-piece pajamas, I will fight him." .”

"Just pick and choose, maybe there will be a suitable one."

Lao Wan was very Buddhist, and sat down at the table unhurriedly: "There are only so many that can be found. The stage musical is very suitable. Even if you can't play, you can also play a tree on the side of the road. Play a rock, play a flying saucer..."

Cen Rui talked about Ding Zhengjiao, and lowered his voice: "Leader, you are really good, you can see through Lao Wan's love for science fiction style at a glance."

"..."

Ding Zhengjiao didn't really want to accept this compliment, so he also assigned the task in a low voice: "Stop chatting, Cen Rui, Xia Junhua, Dong Jue, you are responsible for suppressing Teacher Wan's brain hole, Liang Yifan, old Kong, come and help, see if you can pick out anything Normal clothes come..."

According to the progress of their relationship, it is indeed very difficult for a group of demons to dance in an orderly manner.I usually practice well with the accompaniment, but every time Kunshensheng is playing in front of the piano bench, no one dares to find a free time to stuff their musical instruments into it.

The requirements for theatrical performances in high school are not high. As long as they can make some innovations in the mode and make people's eyes shine, they can still find new ways to shine.

Lao Wan borrowed clothes from the drama club. The clothes are limited, and the normal style of painting is even more limited.Everyone gathered in a circle and worked hard, for fear of being assigned some terrible look.

Jin Linkun stood watching from the side, his eyes unconsciously fell on the little green dinosaur one-piece pajamas named by Cen Rui.

"Shut up." Yu Sheng propped up his hands and sat on the table, "Impossible, I have my own clothes."

Jin Linkun: "..."

Jin Linkun felt a little regretful: "My friend, I haven't said—"

"Let's play with four hands, sober up." Yu Sheng didn't give him a chance to pursue his dream, "Whichever one you choose, you have to wear the same one as me."

Jin Linkun opened his mouth, and for some reason, his heart suddenly moved.

In the post about the two of them on the forum, I don’t know which little girl with a pink head is crying for several floors: The styles of these two people’s clothes are so different, when will they see couple shirts! !

In fact, Yu Sheng wore his shirt once.

At that time, he just came to the summer camp, and the other party was soaked by the rain, and he didn't bring a change of clothes.

It's just that the two of them were still a little different in size, Yu Sheng's clothes didn't fit him well, the cuffs were all rolled up, and Yu Sheng almost cut off his trouser legs.

……

It would have been nice if it had been cut.

Feeling inexplicable regret, Jin Linkun rubbed the tip of his nose, squatted down, and rummaged through the pile of clothes again.

It really made him dig out another set, a dark brown bear, fluffy from head to toe.

"Kun God." Cen Rui raised his head and reminded him in a very righteous voice, "You'd better let it go, Brother Sheng looks like he's coming to beat you up soon."

Jin Linkun was still not willing to give up this idea, he hesitated for a while holding his clothes: "Can I wear it too?"

Cen Rui is very pragmatic: "I don't think so. Thinking about your pipe organ, I don't think it can do it either."

Bathed in the sacred light of the organ, Jin Linkun squatted for a while, but let go in a compromise.

In fact, he still wanted to see his roommate wearing the same one as when he was a child, a black tuxedo with a red bow tie, and a shirt with delicate gold borders on the neckline.

……

But this may not necessarily work.

Jin Linkun stretched out his arms, holding the voice-changing bow tie on Cos Conan's suit between his fingers, and raised his head to meet his roommate's gaze.

After hesitating for a while, he still let go of his hands and stood up under the urging of his desire to survive, and took out his mobile phone: "Friend, what color shirt do you like?"