Don't Talk To Me!

Chapter 8

Yu Sheng felt that this person must be sick.

How could someone know him so well that one couldn't help but want to punch him in the face.

Before the hand on his head moved away, Yu Sheng moved his arm, but did not raise it for no reason.

Yu Sheng closed his eyes and took a deep breath: "Take your hands away."

His reaction as if someone had grabbed the nape of his neck aroused the interest of the black shirt, and he went up to the difficulty, tentatively rubbing it again.

Immediately afterwards, the whole person leaned back in a flash, dodging Yu Sheng's fierce fist blowing head-on.

The black shirt leaned back on the stool, swayed against the table, raised his head, and seemed to want to talk.

The two legs of the peeling wooden stool were on the ground, in disrepair, and creaked with his movements.

Yu Sheng turned around and left, opening the door for him.

The somewhat old door panel slammed heavily on the iron wardrobe behind the door, abruptly shaking the echoing circle in the corridor with few people.

The black shirt opened its mouth, but did not make another sound.

The original posture was a bit difficult, his back was leaning against the edge of the table, the stool leaned back again, and he bent his arm to lean on the table.

Yu Sheng opened the door wider.

Sensing his firm will to see off the guests, the black shirt raised his eyebrows, leaned on the arm on the table and tried to stand up.

……

In the next second, the stool finally creaked unbearably.

Then suddenly it shattered into pieces.

Black shirt: "..."

Yu Sheng: "..."

Yu Sheng leaned on the door frame, looked at the rare black shirt sitting in the stool parts on the floor, was silent for a few seconds, raised his hand to cover his forehead, and his shoulders trembled twice.

"It's not me, it's the stool that moves the hand."

The black shirt really fell this time, and he didn't even bother to take off his glasses. He regained his composure after a while, supported his waist and stood up: "Do you need to pay for it? To be honest, I think it can actually be put together, just Need some tools... Friend, can you wait until I'm gone before laughing?"

Unmoved by his request, Yu Sheng leaned against the door, his shoulders shaking violently.

The black shirt sighed softly, patted his pants and squatted down, and gathered up the scattered wooden sticks.

He is tall and has long legs, so he looks a bit chic when he is squatting like this. The waistline of his shirt is neatly gathered and wrinkled, and the line of his back is clearly outlined with the movement.

It's a pity that he himself doesn't seem to have such a handsome self-awareness at all, he still squats on the ground, focusing on competing with the stool legs all over the floor.

"okay."

Yu Sheng laughed enough, rubbed his eyes casually, and said in a rare tone: "Don't worry about the ten yuan."

The stool is provided by the dormitory, and it is regarded as the property of the school. If it is broken, it will still have to be compensated.

This thing is very practical. It has been picked up and smashed into countless things in the hands of generations of No. [-] middle school students, including but not limited to windows, iron doors and human heads. When it breaks is a very random thing.After all, the compensation will not cost much, and no one has ever bothered about it.

But the black shirt obviously didn't think so. He still picked up two pieces of wood persistently and tried to put them together: "Ten yuan is a lot."

Yu Sheng glanced at the shirt on his body that was worth at least two hundred stools: "You don't go to the exam, you just repair the stool here?"

"I finished answering according to what you taught. After handing in the paper, I lost my way in your school. I wanted to politely ask for directions, but was picked up and thrown on the ground."

The black shirt managed to put those parts together with great difficulty, holding on tremblingly with his hands, without looking back, his slender palms looked behind his back like eyes: "Is there a hammer? Oxford Dictionaries are also fine."

Yu Sheng: "..."

Yu Sheng decided to let him continue to lose his way, stop talking nonsense, turned out the wrench and handed it to him, found a lower berth to lie down, and took a book to cover his eyes.

The fan hummed, sending a cool breeze.

At some point, the inexplicable irritability and anger that had been entrenched in his chest seemed to fade away.

"Since you don't like being tapped on the shoulder, shouldn't we exchange names?"

The black shirt was squatting on the ground and working, and the movements were still very skillful: "My name is Jin Linkun, and the Kun of Xian Huankun and Chen Ruxi, next to the word Wang, is not Kunming from Kunming."

Yu Sheng thought who cares which Kun you are, and rubbed his hair impatiently: "Yu Sheng."

He paused for a long time, until the black shirt felt that this was the end of introducing himself to each other, and continued to repair the stool, before continuing: "...the Sheng that sings every night."

The boy's voice came from under the book, a little muffled, but the natural clearness and brightness could not be masked.

It was clean, like ice cubes clinking against a glass in summer plum soup.

Black Shirt: "Good name."

Yu Sheng ignored him and covered the book on his forehead.

What a fart.

I almost didn't think of the idiom with sheng.

There was finally some movement in the room, and it was no longer empty and dead.Yu Sheng lay down with his eyes closed for a while, listening to the sound of knocking beside him, tiredness welled up bit by bit.

Before falling asleep, he vaguely felt that Jin Linkun's name was inexplicably familiar. After thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't remember where he had heard it before, so he yawned and closed his eyes completely.

The night before, the lack of sleep was severe, and when Yu Sheng opened his eyes again, it was already dark outside.

Yu Sheng sat up with his arms propped up, and the school uniform that was put on his body slipped off at some point and fell to the ground.

He was dazed for a while, bent down to pick up the school uniform, and looked into the dormitory.

The room was quiet, no one was there, and the door was closed.

The stool was repaired, and it leaned crookedly against the legs of the table with both feet on the ground in an extremely difficult posture, basically restoring the state at the moment when it fell apart.

It clearly embodies the very unbeatable character traits of the repairer who is naive and vengeful, and entangled in meaningless points.

Yu Sheng felt that his reading comprehension had never been so good.

After I slept, my headache improved a lot, but my body was still very tired.Yu Sheng yawned, stood up and wanted to turn on the light, but his eyes were suddenly attracted by the things on the table.

Two jugs of milk and a bag of biscuits.

Two cans of bright red, with a big-eyed boy's milk on the package that you'll drink if you look at it again.

A bag of light green biscuits with a cartoon bear painted on it.

……

Yu Sheng felt that this person really deserved to be beaten too much.

Problem teenagers may not violate discipline, but problem teenagers will definitely not drink Wangzai milk with bear biscuits.Yu Sheng raised his legs and swept the stool back to the state where he was on all fours. He ruthlessly threw the milk and biscuits into the drawer, picked up a row of missed calls and looked through them, and picked one at random to call back.

"Sheng! Brother! Ah!!!"

Duan Lei's loud voice exploded in an instant, and he rushed out from the phone: "Are you awake?! Look at your phone, something serious has happened!"

When Yu Sheng was on the phone, he didn't put the phone to his ear, rubbed his forehead, put on his clothes and got up: "What's the matter, the school bombed?"

"No! Quickly look at your phone, the score ranking is out, you can check it on the official website!"

Duan Lei has long been used to his attitude, so he chattered and gossiped excitedly: "I heard that Kunshen is not the first! The gossip said that two people had the same score, and the system counted them as tied for second. It's just empty. I don't know which dark horse is so powerful..."

I really don't know why this group of people are so keen on these specious gossips, Yu Sheng yawned again, opened the cabinet door to look for instant noodles, "So, you changed your idol now?"

"impossible."

Duan Lei categorically denied it: "God Kun is still a god, the dark horse should be lucky, and there are a lot of people who are right."

The instant noodles in the cabinet were probably eaten by the group of animals that organized a gang before the holiday. Yu Sheng searched for a while to no avail, and went back to the drawer again.

Duan Lei was still eloquently speculating about the mysterious black horse. Yu Sheng found the moment when he stopped to catch his breath, and asked the only question he was interested in: "Did you say it? What kind of exam is it that takes so much effort?" Just for ranking?"

"No, no, I heard it's a provincial college league summer camp."

This kind of thing is too far away from them. Duan Lei has no interest in this. He laughed at himself: "Just take the top [-] in the city, saying that it is to ensure absolute fairness and justice, and give us trash high schools a chance to participate."

He quickly changed his subject again: "...But our school still needs to organize some kind of 'summer camp' for the top [-] students in the school according to the school's small ranking! In fact, it's a sprint to start the third year of high school in advance - one and a half months in advance! The summer vacation is only one month and forty days!! I happen to be stuck at [-]! Brother Sheng, save my life!"

Yu Sheng stood for a while, frowning: "How many questions have you answered?"

Duan Lei is still immersed in the happiness of not having to start school early: "470 Erdao!"

Yu Sheng: "..."

An ominous premonition suddenly rose in his heart.

He knows Duan Lei's performance level, the correct rate of answering the questions well is about the same as that of the Mongolian ones, and if he is lucky occasionally, the latter's correct rate may be even higher.

But he got a full thousand questions.

From a probabilistic point of view.

……

Yu Sheng didn't study hard, but he still instinctively felt that his score this time might be higher than Duan Lei's.

His heart sank, and he asked Duan Lei about the website for checking the scores, then took out the computer from under the pillow and turned it on: "You said I'm a poisonous milk now, will it be useful?"

"It's useless, the points are all out..."

Duan Lei still believed his words, hesitated for a while, hesitantly used his limited brain capacity to reason: "Unless you said it before the exam—Brother Sheng, you didn't say anything before the exam, right?"

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