Don't Talk To Me!

Chapter 92

Customer is God.

On the second day after Yu Sheng returned home, out of nowhere, he received a letter of apology from the hotel owner.

"Maybe one for each person, our room is quite clean."

Jin Linkun took a Band-Aid, gestured at the side of Yu Sheng's neck twice, and pasted it carefully: "The conditions of their family are actually good, and the boss is too sincere."

Even the sound insulation is good.

It would be nice if the bathroom was a little bigger.

Yu Sheng's complexion is fair, and any traces are very obvious, and they disappear a little slower than others.Jin Linkun persuaded him that after wearing a shirt for a day, he had reached his limit, so he could only use Band-Aids as a temporary cover: "But it's already December, so where are the bugs?"

Yu Sheng looked at the extremely aggrieved letter of apology: "The boss thinks so too."

But the life committee doesn't care.

The life committee members had reasoned and well-founded arguments, resolutely argued with the boss for a long time, and finally won the due rights for the students, and reached a discount for regular customers who can reserve a room for the next trip and check out one hour later.

……

Overall, although there were some hiccups at the hotel, the outing was still very enjoyable.

Everyone was still full of ideas, and even Bao Qin arranged an English composition about this trip, but it didn't cause much reaction.

"Good news, all the scores will come out this Friday."

The representative of the English class went to the office to hand in the composition, and came back to report the situation of the enemy: "Congratulations, you can live for another week."

Strictly speaking, the intelligence of a group of people is also correct. It is indeed the weekend, but it is not last week, but this weekend.

Bao Qin has been in a good mood for a while, and when he collected the essays, he even joked with the English class representative: "Of course the grading papers are also on holiday. The teachers are not human? Do you think the teachers are happy to see you worrying?"

……

To be honest, the representatives of the English class felt that the happiness of the teachers was almost turned into substance.

But no matter how you say it, it is undoubtedly the common expectation of everyone to be able to produce results later.

The spirit of the sports committee was also lifted, and it instantly recovered its human form from a pool of withered organic matter, and continued to brag: "We are happy and happy together. To be honest, I recently gave several questions to our training team. The hand feeling of the questions is very good, even to the point where there is a book in my heart but no book in my hand, I don’t need to memorize it blindly..."

The more Yao Qiang listened, the more something was wrong: "Didn't you just say that you feel that you have lost your sense of the subject and need to continue to study hard and read books from today?"

"That's why I thought I'd get a result today."

The sports commissioner waved his hands vigorously: "Nevermind, as long as our grades are not out for a day, I can still pretend that I am awesome for a day."

His upright and confident attitude also made people unable to complain. Everyone was convinced and quiet for a while, and their class committee suddenly raised their heads: "Ah, brother Sheng——"

The sports committee sat upright, quickly took out the book from the desk, and read aloud: "Chi Chi, the rascal! Hug Bu Maosi! The gangster comes to Maosi! Come and find me!"

The book was not correct.

After reading for a long time, I realized that the atmosphere around me was not right, so I put down the book and looked around: "Where's Brother Sheng?"

Their school committee finished speaking unhurriedly: "...The book on Brother Sheng's desk is about to fall off, old Duan, help me."

Sports Committee: "..."

A group of ill-intentioned people burst into laughter instantly, and the school committee pushed their glasses and hid behind the monitor in time.

Even after the mid-term exam was over, the students in class seven did not abandon their exceptionally good hard-working style of study.

It's not entirely because the students have truly fallen in love with learning.

The main reason is that Lao He didn't know what method to use to get Yu Sheng to agree to be the representative of the Chinese class, and even asked him to spot-check the students' recitation of ancient poems and essays whenever he had nothing to do.

For this new job, Yu Sheng actually always felt that his attitude was quite amicable, but the students in Class [-] obviously didn't think so.

Not only did he not think so, Yu Sheng even found out recently that as long as he went somewhere for a while, there would be an unusually loud reading sound nearby.

The sound of the wind and rain, the sound of reading a book is in the ear.

I can't even sleep well between classes.

Seeing him yawning for a few days, Jin Linkun couldn't help giving him advice: "Do you need to tell them?"

The students in class seven are very talkative, if they know that their diligent study has disturbed their brother Sheng's rest, they will definitely correct it immediately.

But Yu Sheng obviously didn't intend to let them know: "No need, I just go home and sleep a little longer."

Driven by the extremely powerful motivation of "may be checked and recited by Brother Sheng", the enthusiasm of the students in Class [-] once again increased, and there was another small notebook for memorizing words in their pockets, and they copied a piece of ancient poetry densely.

Yu Sheng doesn't seem to have any special feelings about this job of supervising and urging students to study, but he actually likes it quite a bit.

Jin Linkun found out several times that his boyfriend was obviously going to go out and go home with him, so he insisted on going around the place where the seven groups of people gathered together, and then came to him with satisfaction amidst the sound of reciting one after another. .

……

The child's shoulders are straight, his steps are not too fast or slow, and the corner of his mouth is still firmly pressed against that little arc.

Looking at it, I really want people to take it to a place where others can't see, and rub my head well.

"Someone."

Yu Sheng didn't mind taking Jin Linkun to introduce to the seventh class that this was his object, but the school bully undoubtedly couldn't be touched all the time: "You have to rub it at home, and you are not allowed to touch it outside."

Jin Linkun was quite satisfied with this arrangement, and he grabbed the wrist and took the schoolbag from Yu Sheng's hand: "Go home directly? We don't have much food at home, so we have to bring some eggs back."

His birthday is next Monday, and the two handsome parents of Jin Linkun's family came back on the weekend and stayed for two days before leaving.

It is said that Mr. Jin booked a ticket for Ms. Li's Broadway show, which can go to the backstage to find actors' autographs, so he can't be delayed for too long.

But Yu Sheng still thinks that as long as the family members meet, it is no small matter, so the main topic of the two of them this week revolves around what Mr. Jin and Ms. Li like to eat and what kind of dishes they cook for a table.

Yu Sheng searched the recipe last night and found it late, Jin Linkun wanted him to rest for a while, and try to find his own skills: "I can make hot pot, and I can mix a tomato with sugar... Was the garlic sprout last time delicious?"

The last time he went out to change his household registration on a rainy day, Yu Sheng ate up the few cold dishes he made at home in the end, and Jin Linkun couldn't take a bite himself.

"..." Yu Sheng paused: "Don't do it, keep it."

Jin Linkun felt that tomatoes and garlic sprouts would look very eye-catching on the dinner table, but he was a little regretful: "It's not well done? I think it looks pretty..."

"It looks good." Yu Sheng still gave up the idea of ​​encouraging him, "If you make a plate of garlic sprouts, all my dishes will be for nothing."

The words have been so straightforward that Jin Linkun can only regretfully give up the idea of ​​making the remaining garlic sprouts together.

This winter was extremely cold and the weather was gloomy. The two of them walked back for a while, and they could see the white breath when they talked.

Yu Sheng has always been indifferent to such things as gloves. Jin Linkun looked at his boyfriend's red fingertips from the cold, and remembered his request not to touch his feet until he got home. He looked up and said, "Wait for me."

"What are you doing?" Yu Sheng raised his head, and Jin Linkun had already rushed into the corner of the street.

Before Yu Sheng figured out what he wanted to do, he looked along the place he was looking at just now, and found a couple who came out to press the road with their teacher on their backs.

The boy ran back holding a cup of pink and white pearl milk tea, passed it into the girl's hand, gave her his hand, and leaned closer to speak in a low voice.

Boys and girls in their teens talk about love in a childish and serious way.

Yu Sheng: "..."

Yu Sheng stood for a while, and decided that if Jin Linkun dared to give him a cup of milk tea, he would throw this man over his shoulder.

Jin Linkun did not disappoint him.

When you are a student, you usually don't copy your homework directly. Within 2 minutes, this person came back with a warm roasted sweet potato.

It was so hot that he turned his hands backwards and forwards, and stuffed them into his hands with a blow: "Quick, warm and warm."

Yu Sheng stuffed a very practical and down-to-earth roasted sweet potato into his hand, and it was so hot that he almost couldn't hold it steady.

After pouring down my hand a few times, I finally held it, and when I raised my head, I met the man's extremely determined and confident eyes.

"..."

Yu Sheng endured it for a long time, but still couldn't hold back, and buried himself in his shoulder.

"I want the one with yellow flesh, this one is very sweet."

Jin Linkun was still trying to recommend his choice, when suddenly his boyfriend came up with his arms bent, and instinctively raised his arms to hug him: "What's the matter...friend, what's the joke?"

Yu Sheng didn't know where the point of the smile was, but he couldn't hold back the smile even though he was holding the plastic bag that had been scalded limp in his hand.

It may be because this person is very naive every time in various inexplicable places, or it may be because he only stood on the street corner for a few minutes this time, not only did someone come back to find him, but also brought him a baked sweet potato with yellow flesh.

Yu Sheng blew on the ashes on the roasted sweet potatoes, studied for a long time, and carefully peeled off the outer plastic bag.

After taking a bite, I heard Jin Linkun nagging next to him: "Eat slowly, this is very sticky. Suck slowly, don't bite, it will burn your tongue..."

Yu Sheng: "..."

Jin Linkun sensed something was wrong: "What's wrong?"

Yu Sheng: "You tear it down."

……

Jin Linkun felt that his boyfriend might have burned his tongue.

The kid is very cool when he is outside, and he is still calm when it is hot. He still holds the roasted sweet potato in his hand, and he is going to try another bite.

The outside is not conspicuous, but the baked and dry skin is bitten open, revealing the soft yellow inner flesh inside, and the white steam rises instantly.

Jin Linkun made a timely move and grabbed his wrist: "Isn't it hot? Does it hurt—"

"It doesn't hurt."

Yu Sheng didn't take it seriously, shrank his hands into his sleeves, and slowly took a sip of the bright yellow flesh inside as he taught him, and tasted the taste carefully for a while: "It's quite sweet."

Jin Linkun was slightly dumb, and turned his head to tell him that he was not in a hurry to eat, but his eyes fell on Sheng, and he paused for some reason.

Everyone of the three of them was terrified when they heard the news, and they could scare the seventh group of people to study loudly at any one stop. They held the roasted sweet potato seriously, tucked their hands in their sleeves to protect the heat, and ate it in small bites.

The boy's eyes were black and white, and looked extremely clean.

The thick eyelashes were covered with a layer of water vapor by the rising mist, and because of the dry and cold weather, a layer of fluffy hoarfrost formed in an instant.

Jin Linkun's hand was hanging by his side, he clenched it twice, but he still couldn't help pulling him to the corner, and wiped off the little hoarfrost on the eyelashes for him.

Also want to see how the tongue is burning, but it looks like I'll have to go home and watch.

Yu Sheng ate the roasted sweet potato without looking up, and let him guide him, walking all the way home.

After walking for a while, Jin Linkun noticed the coolness and dampness on his temples and ears, raised his hand to touch it, and raised his head.

The street lamps were turned on, and in the warm yellow light, there were tiny snowflakes swirling in the deep evening mist.

This winter's first snow is here.

Jin Linkun couldn't help touching the back of Yu Sheng's hand: "Boyfriend."

Yu Sheng just finished eating the last bit of roasted sweet potatoes, threw the finished plastic bag into the trash can, wiped his hands with a paper towel: "Huh?"

Every time Yu Sheng uttered a single sound like this, he seemed extraordinarily soft. Jin Linkun turned around and pulled up the neckline for him: "Holding hands, does it count as physical activity?"

Jin Linkun pulled it in time, but there were still snowflakes that were blown into the collar by the wind, and turned into cold water in a blink of an eye.

Only then did Yu Sheng realize that it was snowing. He looked up and raised his hand.

Jin Linkun felt that there was no need to be so formal to hold hands, but he put his hand up cooperatively.

Yu Sheng just wanted to pick up a snowflake, and looked at this man's hand that reached out spontaneously: "..."

It took a while to realize what his boyfriend was doing, Jin Linkun coughed lightly, and was about to take his hand away, when the child's hand, which had been warmed by the roasted sweet potatoes, suddenly came back to hold it.

Without waiting for his reaction, she held his hand and walked forward.

When Jin Linkun is in a particularly good mood, he tends to get carried away. He pulls out his cell phone and creates a new notepad: "Not counting? Where is the standard for manual actions? Do you have any hints? Let me understand..."

Yu Sheng glanced at him, pressed the corner of his mouth, but still raised it: "Yes."

Jin Linkun held up the phone in one hand, resting his fingertips on the keyboard, waiting for him to speak.

It was not far from their house to go back over the wall, and it was about to turn another corner, and the flow of people dispersed a lot.

Occasionally passing by one or two, they all hurried with their collars turned up.

On a snowy winter evening, there is no pedestrian who is not in a hurry to go home.

Yu Sheng looked at him for a while, then took his other hand and stuffed it into his pocket.

The two suddenly became face to face, Jin Linkun was stunned for a moment, and their child had already leaned over.

The cool and soft touch touched the neck, and it was gone as soon as it was touched, like snowflakes just melting on the skin where the collar overlapped.

"here."

The boy's ears were red hot, but he refused to give in. He held his hand and raised his eyebrows and eyes brightly: "Boyfriend, do you understand?"

……

Jin Linkun not only didn't understand, but also wanted to carry him back immediately, and immediately checked where the tongue was burned

The two of them were so immature, they fought back and forth for a long time in the growing snow, and finally developed into a small skill exchange for some reason, and they were still a little panting when they returned home.

Jin Linkun's cardiopulmonary function was still slightly better, so he circled him on the sofa when he entered the door, and carefully checked the burned place.

The next day, Yao Qiang looked at Brother Sheng who had put a Band-Aid on his neck and now had a small inconspicuous wound at the corner of his mouth, and was completely shocked: "Brother Sheng... you should go and learn Did you fight?"

Yu Sheng was flipping through the practice questions that Bao Qin specially found for him, but he didn't quite understand what he was talking about: "What fight?"

"It's all right, Brother Sheng." Duan Lei is more knowledgeable, and he covered Yao Qiang's mouth, "He's reciting poems, how can he relieve his worries, but he said that it's a cool autumn, the mid-current hits the water, and the waves hold back the flying boat."

"..." Yu Sheng was a little shocked by his string of ancient poems that rhymed, put down the paper in his hand, and looked up to make corrections. Duan Lei had already dragged Yao Qiang away quickly.

Before Yao Qiang figured out what was going on, he was dragged to the seat by him: "What are you doing? Can't we care about Brother Sheng?"

"You can, but you shouldn't."

Duan Lei raised his hand and stroked his head: "Do you still remember the incident where the alien hit his head peacefully?"

Yao Qiang has no memory at all: "What the hell?"

"It's okay, it's fine if you don't remember."

Duan Lei now regrets that he accidentally made a blind comparison at the time, confirmed that the only witness had lost his memory, and finally patted his chest with confidence: "To tell you the truth, I have been thinking recently that Brother Sheng is good but not good. The metaphysical power of my spirit might be contagious..."

For example, he regrets very much now. When he made a foolish assumption, why did he slip in a brother Sheng between falling on the ground and being knocked unconscious by an alien, and was pressed against the wall and kissed so hard that he couldn't breathe.

According to this momentum, Duan Lei felt that aliens might come to invade the earth in a short time.

Although Lao He managed it loosely, he couldn't hold back the members of the seventh group, and there were still a small number of people who got out of the order.Even if they have a partner like the monitor, they are still at the stage where they will blush and their hearts will explode at a glance.

In a group of people who don't know what happened to their Brother Sheng, it's actually quite stressful when everyone is drunk and I'm sober.

Duan Lei, who was under pressure, was lying on the table, writing the "Duan Ge Xing", "Shubo Mountain Road Middle Wall", "Qinyuan Spring Changsha" left by Yu Sheng, and couldn't help raising his hand: "Brother Sheng, I feel that the piece in the middle is not within the scope of our examination syllabus."

"It's rare that you can recite."

Yu Sheng didn't look up when he was doing the question, but raised his pen generously: "I will reward you with a song."

Duan Lei clutched the pen: "..."

Everyone is drunk and I am sober. Not only is it stressful, but it is also extremely tiring.

Yu Sheng was awake today, the enthusiasm for learning Chinese in the class was extremely high, and everyone was diligently tossing and turning to memorize the required content.

Before the papers were judged, the sports committee of their class was not choked by fate for the time being, and jumped onto the podium vigorously: "Students, I have something to understand..."

There will be a fateful basketball game in two days.

In fact, this basketball game has been dragged on for a long time. During the school sports meeting, the preliminary round was held simultaneously. A group of teams have gone through a complicated elimination system and have been selected. At present, they have reached eight to four.

"And we are different."

The sports committee is very proud: "We are the champions of last year. We have the only through pass in the whole school. We are born strong and airborne to the top four."

It was so loud that even their monitor couldn't stand it: "Okay, who in our class doesn't know how the champion came?"

Although in terms of basketball level, the seventh class is actually no different from other classes, but last year, there was a team in the next class who played badly.

Their class sports committee invited Yu Sheng over in a fit of anger.

"Not playing."

Duan Lei also remembered the glorious past, and popularized science to Yang Fan: "Brother Sheng is sitting on the sidelines."

To be precise, Yu Sheng was sitting on the sidelines to catch up on sleep.

As a result, I slept for four quarters, and when I opened my eyes, I heard that their class had won.

Yang Fan was the boy who was blocked by a group of people begging for money when he first entered high school, and was rescued by Yu Sheng. Later, because Yin Mei was against Yu Sheng, he insisted on changing classes.

Since being transferred to Class [-], this thin, tall and dull student has become more and more cheerful by this group of people, and he even speaks a lot more fluently. Hearing the story, his eyes light up: "Then...it's not good for Brother Sheng to play. Is that enough?"

But Class Seven didn't seem to think about it at all.

The sports committee squatted beside Yu Sheng's table and asked him to be a coach to help the players design tactics, and even asked the life committee to help Yu Sheng buy a mask.

Duan Lei shook his head: "I'm afraid not."

Basketball is a competitive sport that focuses on confrontation, and it is not the same thing as running and javelin in a sports meeting.

Duan Lei still remembers the grand occasion at that time, touching his chin: "At that time, the opposing team not only didn't dare to play tricks, they didn't even dare to play..."