Don't Talk To Me!

Chapter 51

"God Kun, I know you are very busy watching Brother Sheng."

After evening self-study, Cen Rui just slipped back after developing the photos and was busy distributing them around: "Can't you even give the camera a few seconds? It's not easy to post you without a trace..."

"You might as well not be P." Xia Junhua took the photo and looked at it carefully, "Sit a cartoon Kun God on Brother Sheng's head... I won't talk about who gave you the idea, who gave you the courage?"

"Doesn't it look good?"

Cen Rui was very disappointed, and while talking to him, he posted back: "I begged for a day on the forum, offering a reward of [-] wisdom beans, and only then did I ask the boss to draw a Q version."

The Q version is very cute with short head, body, hands and feet, and the painting is very vivid. The seven groups of students are very envious.A few girls even wanted to ask for the account number of the boss, and then asked for a few manuscripts.

It's a pity that the big guy Cen Rui contacted saw that it was a daily-disposable trumpet that he applied for at a glance, zero-level pure numbers, and there was only one online record, and there was no movement after offline.

Good-looking is good-looking, but Xia Junhua still feels that the focus should not be here: "The painting is pretty good, but—"

Yu Sheng was arranging positions with Ding Zhengjiao's commentator, and raised his hand to take the photo: "But I didn't ask you to put him on top of my head."

……

"Brother Sheng!" Cen Rui was stunned for two seconds, and instantly figured out why the tone of the zero-level trumpet was so familiar, "When did you—"

Before he finished speaking, Yu Sheng glanced at him, and immediately raised his hand to cover his mouth wittily, and quickly fell silent.

Jin Linkun was sorting out the questions all night during his self-study. He raised his head when he heard the photo was posted, and took the printed and plastic-enclosed group photo.

He seemed to like the Q-version style of sitting on top of his roommate's head and hugging his roommate's lock of hair that had not been pressed down while sleeping. He took the photo and admired it with satisfaction for a long time, and expressed his cordial and sincere thanks to Cen Rui.

Accepting Kunshen's earnest and sincere thanks is inexplicably stressful. Cen Rui bravely withstood the pressure, and waited for Jin Linkun to lower his head again before he quickly moved to Yu Sheng's side: "Brother Sheng——"

Yu Sheng was drawing a simple stage diagram for Ding Zhengjiao, when he heard the sound, he put down his pen and looked up at him.

"I do not know anything."

Cen Rui comprehended, and raised his hand to promise: "I just met a big man who stopped by. ..."

Yu Sheng lowered his head again, and Cen Rui squatted on the side to watch for a while, and finally couldn't hold back the doubts in his heart, lowered his voice, "Brother Sheng, so——what is God Kun holding? I really don't understand... ..."

When the boss's original picture was sent, what the Q version Kunshen was holding in his arms was actually a slender khaki strip.

Cen Rui asked several people to brainstorm, but he didn't find out what it was, so he could only improvise by himself, and put Brother Sheng's hair into Mini Kunshen's arms again.

"..." Yu Sheng put down his pen: "Rod."

Cen Rui: "Huh?"

Barely comprehending the meaning of this unusually simple word, Cen Rui tried his best to sublimate the theme for him: "Bamboo——bamboo pole? I wish God God every success? Every time is better than every time?"

"No." Yu Sheng didn't take the steps he handed over, "It said he climbed up after handing a pole."

Cen Rui: "..."

Not having the heart to tell others this somewhat cruel truth, Cen Rui decided to keep the compiled version to the outside world.

He was about to go back to pack his schoolbag, but was stopped by Yu Sheng again, who kindly reminded him, "I've carried it on my back."

Cen Rui was at a loss: "What's wrong?"

"Two poems." After Yu Sheng finished drawing the position of the last person, he handed it over to Ding Zhengjiao to arrange a notification, "They are all Li Bai's, and the last two lines are "After the Chaos and Liberation."

"..."

Cen Rui was silent for a long time, then jumped up and turned to chase Liang Yifan.

Liang Yifan, a liberal arts student, was extremely happy and sad, holding his head and fleeing desperately, explaining as he ran: "It's not a compulsory course! It's not the content of the exam! I'm memorizing it for fun!"

"No, it won't work, do you know how painful it is to have a string on your back!" Cen Rui was extremely sad and indignant, "Tell me quickly, what is the next sentence of deep hiding and name!"

……

Ding Zhengjiao looked up, lowered his head as usual, and continued to work on the arrangement of personnel.

Jin Linkun seemed to really like this photo with only the back of his head. When he returned to the dormitory, he dug out a mobile phone holder, stamped the photo and put it on the corner of the table.

While putting it on, he also had to pull Yu Sheng to help him see: "Is this suitable, or should it be placed on the second floor? I think it takes more effort to look up if you want to see it on the second floor..."

"It's suitable." Yu Sheng just took a shower and came out wiping his hair, "You can also put a flower on the back of your head."

Jin Linkun admired the photo: "No, the hair on the back of the head is very thick, I am very satisfied."

"..." Yu Sheng deliberately kept being cold, glanced at him, but couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth.

To stay up late at night, he ordered a bag of coffee from Liang Yifan, took out a mug and spilled a thin layer of bottom, and leaned against the corner of Jin Linkun's table to wait for the hot water to boil.

Jin Linkun found a suitable seat with great difficulty. As soon as he sat back at the table, cool water dripped down his neck and into his collar.

"Didn't dry it?"

Yu Sheng met his gaze, and raised his hand to touch the tips of his hair that were still dripping.

Usually, they are basically dried naturally, and the air conditioner in the dormitory is cool, so Yu Sheng was really too lazy to listen to his nagging, so he lifted the towel and wiped his hair twice.

He wiped too well, Jin Linkun couldn't bear it, changed to a dry towel and got up: "Don't move, I'll help you."

The water just boiled, and Yu Sheng handed over the mug to catch the water, and couldn't help but yawned slightly.

Jin Linkun covered his head with a towel, and when he lowered his head, there was a silent smile in his eyes.

Yu Sheng didn't drink much coffee usually, and didn't know how much water to add. He blew two breaths into the small half cup of dark brown unknown liquid, and caught his eyes from the corner of his eye: "What are you laughing at?"

"It's okay." Jin Linkun rubbed his hair and smiled lightly after a while: "I just think I'm lucky."

It's rare for him to speak properly at ordinary times, and every time he becomes serious, it makes people feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

Yu Sheng touched his body, only to realize that there was no sugar in the pajamas he just changed into, so he pursed his lips and stuffed the cup first: "Do you want to drink?"

Jin Linkun raised his eyebrows, and his eyes behind the lens couldn't help but bend down again: "Drink."

He didn't take it, so he held Yu Sheng's hand, lowered his head and took two sips of coffee: "Friend."

Yu Sheng still had to make sure not to choke him, held the cup for him, tilted his head to look at the angle: "Huh?"

Jin Linkun put away the towel: "Do you not drink coffee often?"

Yu Sheng usually didn't drink anything when he stayed up late, and occasionally drank two cans of beer. He was not allowed to be a young man, so he was a little impatient: "Don't drink, why?"

Jin Linkun: "You have to add at least three quarters of a cup of water."

Yu Sheng: "..."

Suspecting that he might have taken a sip of traditional Chinese medicine, Jin Linkun tried his best to maintain a controlled expression, and calmly turned over the cup that could hold water, when suddenly a lollipop was stuffed into his mouth.

Colorful, lively and exaggerated, it has been poked on the table for a long time.

Jin Linkun felt a little regretful, and said vaguely with the candy in his mouth, "This is for you."

"I know." Yu Sheng held the other end and said concisely, "Hold on."

Jin Linkun: "?"

Before he could react, Yu Sheng had already snapped at the other end, breaking the lollipop in half.

"..." Jin Linkun: "My friend, wait a minute—"

Without waiting for him, Yu Sheng stuffed the other half of the lollipop into his mouth, and filled the mug with three quarters of water.

Half an hour later, Yu Sheng looked at the person who put the computer on his bed and couldn't help frowning: "You have no room over there?"

"It's all taken up."

Jin Linkun still had the half lollipop in his mouth, and pointed to the exercise book spread out on the table and bed: "And I miss the other half of the lollipop that was lost..."

Yu Sheng had already finished eating the candy, and he didn't know how this man could eat so slowly. He held his coffee for a long time and couldn't figure out how to answer, and watched Jin Linkun rubbing his bed with a good reason.

As long as you pinch your nose and take the first sip of coffee, it's not too difficult to get used to afterward.

Yu Sheng sipped his coffee while flipping through his geography book. Hearing the crisp sound of typing on the keyboard beside him, he couldn't help but look up.

Jin Linkun was still summarizing the key questions, typing on the computer to transcribe, his gaze behind the lens was extremely focused.

It wasn't to pay back favors to deal with errands. When he came back from the daily rental house, Yu Sheng watched him squatting by the bed and rummaging through boxes and cabinets, finding out all the mock questions in the exercise book.

Turned from the dormitory to the self-study class, and came back to work, so serious that he didn't even bother him in the self-study class.

Yu Sheng lowered his gaze, and unconsciously drew a few strokes with the tip of the pen on the straw paper.

Those people may never know how important it was that they sacrificed.

Jin Linkun was still typing on the keyboard, he didn't pay attention, and was kicked twice by his roommate through the quilt.

The force is not heavy, and it seems that he hasn't realized the logical insufficiency of his reason for rubbing the bed.

Sitting on the bed was uncomfortable after all, he sat up with his arms propped up, and adjusted his glasses: "What's wrong?"

Yu Sheng leaned over, grabbed his collar, and stuffed a pillow behind his back.

……

The study time actually flies by very quickly.

The effect of the coffee was much stronger than expected. Seeing the hazy bright colors outside the window, Yu Sheng was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, but his consciousness was still very clear and active.

……

Probably the trade winds and ocean currents are jumping repeatedly on the map of the seven continents and four oceans hand in hand.

Yu Sheng rubbed his eyes vigorously, persisted in flipping through a few pages of the book, his pantothenic eyes still closed overwhelmed.

Only after trying to open it again, a book was already covered in front of his eyes.

The fingers holding the book are slender and stable, and the angle is just right, blocking all the light: "Go to sleep, it's getting late."

In response to his words, the brisk chirping of birds rang out outside the window.

"..." Jin Linkun raised his head, glanced at the morning light outside, and changed his words rigorously: "Go to sleep, it's very early."

Yu Sheng couldn't hold back, and pursed the corner of his mouth: "Aren't you going to sleep?"

"Almost there, I'll finish it."

Jin Linkun got up and got out of bed, looped back the pillow, and lay down on him: "You sleep, I'll make it next to you."

The roommate needs some white noise to help him fall asleep. He often reads books and questions by Yu Sheng's bed, so he naturally moves a chair and puts the computer on his lap.

The regular and slight keyboard tapping sounded again.

Yu Sheng was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, but he couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

The arrows of the southeast trade wind circle around, the seasonal ocean currents circle around, and the things that have been memorized are pushed back and forth in my mind.

So he doesn't really like studying very much.

Too good memory does not bring pleasant experiences, the brain will not automatically stop functioning, too much information will make the thinking stop, and you can’t find anything suitable, which can make the brain empty even temporarily , a way to let him rest and rest.

After drinking coffee, this feeling not only didn't get better, but became more obvious.

Yu Sheng tossed and turned several times on the bed, raised his hand to cover his eyes, and turned sideways to the wall.

After lying down with eyes closed for a while, the sound of typing on the keyboard stopped, and the figure leaned over: "What's wrong, feeling uncomfortable?"

"It's normal." Yu Sheng closed his eyes and pulled the quilt up, "It's okay, it will be fine in a while."

He has to straighten out the things he has memorized, find a suitable place to put them in, and turn them out when he needs to use them.

Logical content like this is a little troublesome, and sometimes it takes an hour or two to sort it out. The simple, meaningless entry content is much simpler.

In the years of junior high school, in order to calm down and continue studying, he sometimes sat by the bed alone and memorized the Xinhua dictionary from beginning to end to make himself a little more relaxed.

Later, he entered No. [-] Middle School, and this work was handed over to Dagame.

……

Jin Linkun was still worried, and lightly touched his shoulder, trying to make him lie down.

Already used to dealing with this situation alone, Yu Sheng moved his hand away: "No, to fuck you, it feels better to have the sound of typing."

Jin Linkun hesitated for a moment, then sat back and picked up the computer.

The sound of typing on the keyboard sounded again.

Yu Sheng closed his eyes, trying to focus on Jin Linkun's keyboard sound.

The person beside the bed was still in the same place, and when the light was covered by his shoulder, a shadow fell.

Yu Sheng once thought that if they really stayed in the summer camp for a long time, Jin Linkun might be able to grind the marks of four stool legs on the bedside.

Looking back, maybe it can be the beginning of some fantastic campus talk.

I don't know why, but when thinking about this person, even random and borderless thoughts seem to spread a little imperceptible peace in my mind.

Yu Sheng lay down for a while, feeling that the sound of the keyboard was not right, and turned back to glance at the messy characters on Jin Linkun's screen: "...Are you planning to contact aliens?"

"Ah?" Jin Linkun was stunned for a moment, looked down at the keyboard, and said dumbly, "That's right."

He raised his hand and looked at Yu Sheng, his eyes slightly bent behind the lens: "Is it better?"

Yu Sheng was slightly taken aback.

It was almost after a while that he realized that Jin Linkun should have finished his things long ago, and was just typing on the keyboard to make him feel better.

Jin Linkun guessed what he was thinking, raised his hand and rubbed his head, smiled: "It's okay, I'm not sleepy yet. You sleep well—"

Yu Sheng: "Have you tried recording a part?"

Jin Linkun: "..."

The way of thinking of the roommate is worth learning by myself. Jin Linkun coughed lightly, and was about to get up to get his mobile phone to record a piece of white noise for him, when the hand covering his hair was suddenly pressed lightly.

"What's the matter?" Jin Linkun turned around, bent down and asked softly, "What do you want?"

Yu Sheng pressed his hand, and the strength of his arm tightened slightly.

He also doesn't know what he wants.

Yu Sheng lay down for a while, closed his eyes again, took that hand, and gently rubbed the top of his head twice.

The young man was buried under the thick quilt, lying upright, his thick eyelashes were tightly closed, and there was nothing unusual on his expression.

"I have a headache." His voice was very soft, "Brother, don't go, stay for a while."