Don’t Talk To Me!

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Yu Sheng's Jianweixiaoshi tablets were taken by Liang Yifan, and he always forgot to give them. I didn't expect to do an experiment.

Liang Yifan was a little flattered when he got the new Jianweixiaoshi tablets: "Is it so powerful, what experiment did you participate in? Was it successful? What's the budget? What is the subject of the experiment......" "Whether Jianweixiaoshi tablets will be studied under hunger? People are more hungry." Ding Zhengjiao helped him convey: "It's quite successful. The budget is a plate of Jianweixiaoshi tablets. The subject of the experiment is Kun." Liang Yifan: "..."

"Do you know." Liang Yifan of the law school was very moved and packed his schoolbags neatly: "I thought I was admitted to the university, so I didn't have to carry a suitcase to wander." But the weapon of law is obviously not used in this situation. Protect yourself.

Liang Yifan was able to bend and stretch, carrying his stray schoolbag and went to the library.

...

After the high-level lesson, the secret objects of the Chinese Department's school draft still occupy a considerable part of the traffic on S.

Yu Sheng's whereabouts are very regular every day and can be summed up after a little observation. But no matter whether it was running three meals in the morning, going to Guanghua to attend a class, or being pulled by a choir as a steel companion, and being pulled by the debating team to help, there was never any trace of heterosexuality around.

"Seriously, I can understand when I am with steel." Cen Rui was curious: "Let Sheng Ge go to debate, how did this idea come out?"

Ding Zhengjiao thinks that it may be that everyone's fixed impression is too deep: "In fact, Sheng's expressive ability is very good, but he is not very talkative."

"Don't you talk too much?" Liang Yifan flipped through the chat record: "I think if everyone in this world can limit the total number of words that can be spoken, Sheng Ge must be used by everyone, he has left. Half can splurge on that kind of casually." Xia Junhua rested his chin on his chin: "Maybe Sheng Ge's task is there, responsible for letting the opponent's third argument lose the courage to refute..."

A group of people discussed for a long time, and finally couldn't hold back to watch the debate between Chinese and Guoguan.

Jin Linkun just happened to be in the auditorium, got up and gave up his seat, and saw Liang Yifan who had escaped for many days at a glance. "Things are not what you think." Liang Yifan shuddered, "Kun, you listen to me explain." Jin Linkun cooperated and nodded: "You explain." Liang Yifan: "..."

Unexpectedly, Liang Yifan, who couldn't explain it, really trembling, carried his schoolbag on the back, and changed the position with Kong Jiahe sitting on the far side, preparing to watch the game and continue his journey to the end of the world.

Unlike everyone else's thinking, Yu Sheng didn't really care about words on the court.

He played the four arguments, was responsible for reorganizing and summarizing the speech, and was the only freshman in the Chinese Department who started as a starter this time. The boys on the field were dressed in suits, and they were extremely tall. He is logically rigorously worded and has an extremely precise grasp of the confrontation point. Even the professors on the stage who are judges nodded frequently.

Ding Zhengjiao held his breath all the way. Hearing the end of the free debate and the conclusions of the two parties, he finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Don't you think that Sheng Ge seems to be different from before?" "Are you?" Cen Ruimo Touching his head, "Become handsome?" Liang Yifan seized all the time to blow rainbow farts: "It's true to be handsome, just like Kun. Look, Kun is handsome too, and the former beating temperament vanishes, and there is already an extra body Mature temperament with elegance and coldness..."

"..." Jin Linkun just wanted to ask him if he was taking enough medicine, and he couldn't even listen to it. "What is the mature temperament of elegance and coldness?" Liang Yifan didn't come out in a lyrical state: "Kun, Don't you like it? Then change to the elite style with Sven and Guigui..."

"It may have been the wrong medicine." Ding Zhengjiao heard a cold sweat, and pressed Liang Yifan who had started nonsense in a timely manner, and pressed the person back: "Don't care about him, please look at it, Sheng Ge is the best argument. hand."

Jin Linkun raised his eyebrows slightly and looked towards the stage. Yu Sheng's performance was remarkable, and the applause was particularly enthusiastic. The players on the court were also convinced, all shaking hands and congratulating him. The gray-haired old professor smiled and passed the trophy, Yu Sheng took over with both hands, bowed his shoulders slightly to thank. ...

It seems that there is no change from the impression, but the temperament does seem to change little by little.

More determined, clearer, clearer and calmer. The boy who was buried and dazzled enough to be in everyone's eyes.

At the end of the debate, the reporters of the school newspaper also dutifully came with pen and paper to prepare for interviews with the team members.

Both teams were still listening to the tutor's summary after the game. The reporter from the school newspaper waited for a while, and suddenly saw a particularly striking figure in the crowd, his eyes brightened: "Jin Linkun-is it Jin's classmate?"

Guanghua’s college grass has recently been taken by the instructor to do a project. Rarely came out and was seen. Several girls passed in time: "Hello, we are a junior student of the School of Journalism and Communication. Guanghua is also one of the participating teams. Do you come to know the strength of prospective opponents in advance?"

Jin Linkun smiled and shook his head: "No, I didn't participate in the debate." The girl was stunned: "Why?" Jin Linkun: "Our professor is worried about my personal safety."...... Regardless of the style of others, on campus The popularity is still considered from the perspective of the professor's worry, which is indeed a very convincing reason.

The traffic of Guanghua School Grass is also top-level in the school. The reporters of the school newspaper are still unswervingly trying to talk about some valuable news until the team members come down from the stage and finally reluctantly spread out.

Yu Sheng came down from the stage, handed the trophy over, and at a glance saw a group of people on the side of the summer camp: "Why are you all here?" "I'll come cheer for you." The same question Jin Linkun had already asked it again, smiling, Unscrew the mineral water and pass it on, "They--"

"Come on." Ding Zhengjiao was extremely decisive and took Jin Linkun's words: "Brother Sheng, we are here to cheer you on, congratulations, and Chinese Department."

A group of people deliberately seeing whether the other party's three debates will be scared or crying, kept lining up, rushed up in a line, shook hands with Yu Sheng to celebrate the victory, and calmly evacuated the scene.

"..." Yu Sheng was said to shake hands involuntarily by this group of people, a little inexplicable: "What kind of hall?" Jin Linkun coughed softly, pressed down the smile, thinking that he always didn't look like a beating man. Friends, it is a rare kindness: "They haven't watched you debate and watched the excitement, but they were overwhelmed by your wonderful performance."

Yu Sheng, the best debater, deservedly made a small mistake in the Chinese debate in the free debate session. Yu Sheng made a timely mistake and found the opponent's loopholes. He simply settled the shortcomings before he almost recovered the situation.

Although this is not the first time I have heard this person without even buffering, I still exaggerated. Yu Sheng glanced at him and poured two sips of water: "It's almost okay." Jin Linkun really felt that his meaning was still unfinished: "No, my boyfriend is very handsome."

His tone was extremely serious, and he was about to speak again, and suddenly, raised his eyebrows with interest. The children who spoke sharply and decisively on the stage just now, and calmly accepted the professor’s nomination for praise, still carried their schoolbags outside unmoved. It seems quite cold, as if it is an emotionless debate contest summary machine. ...Just don't know why, there seems to be a little red on the tip of the ear.

The game is over and the time is quite late.

The street lights on both sides light up, so that the usual campus seems to be coated with a layer of soft light filters. The weather is starting to get cold again. When you open your mouth, you can see a little sigh of breath. Occasionally, some runners pass by, walking from near to far.

The coursework of the university is loose and loose. Both of them have their own plans, and they are busy until late every day. As such, there are not many opportunities to roll the road under the street light. Jin Linkun walked behind, watching the shadow of the children falling under the street lamp.

Yu Sheng slowed down and walked for a while, and found that this person hadn't followed up, and finally stopped and turned around: "What is it?" Jin Linkun opened his mouth and touched the tip of his nose: "Isn't it a walk?" Yu Sheng: "... "

Rarely, the Chinese department school grass that prepared to invite his boyfriend to dinner was folded back, directly grabbed Jin Linkun's hand, and dragged the person out of Ximen.

Said it was for dinner, but Yu Sheng was only prepared to pay for it. Jin Linkun just chatted with the newly-sentred school sisters and happened to be recommended to the house wine house. I heard that the environment was quiet and the taste was good. It was open until early in the morning: "I heard that it is good, let's see?"

Yu Sheng walked with him a few steps, and suddenly remembered an unintentional glance before stepping down: "Sister Xue recommended to you?" When he stepped down, he happened to see this man surrounded by a group of girls, with a little smile Whispered. Probably his angle was just right, and it was quite clear. A few girls were a little nervous. When they said red on their faces, they turned red.

Jin Linkun stunned, nodded subconsciously: "Yes, new biography, come to interview." Yu Sheng raised his eyebrows and stopped with his arms: "So what do you say?"

Yu Sheng usually didn't care too much about this kind of thing. Jin Linkun realized after a while that this somewhat abrupt problem came about. Finally, when the children asked, Jin Linkun's eyes brightened, his lips pressed hard for a while, and he couldn't help lifting them up.

...This man was actually quite happy.

It's not a big deal. Yu Sheng didn't really go to his heart. He didn't really plan to ask him. I watched this person suddenly spring breeze, and felt that it was not appropriate for me not to cooperate: "Give you a chance to explain, three, two--"

Jin Linkun endured for a long while, still not holding the arc of the corner of his mouth, and pulled Yu Sheng around. The children grew up. Especially... cute.

Jin Linkun coughed lightly and applied for overtime: "Add another five seconds, I can explain." "One plus five." Yu Sheng looked up and recounted in coordination: "Zero plus five, five minus one, three." "... Jin Linkun was dumb and lowered his head with a smile. He circled the person around his chest again, and his lips lightly touched his forehead.

The soft touch touches the forehead, and the heart beats through the fabric on the chest, which is printed on the opposite chest. The warm colors of the street lamps were over their heads, and fell down very softly.

"I said... OK." Jin Linkun laughed, and his voice fell gently in the ear of the person in his arms: "Just our children had a hard time debating today. I write down an address and take him to eat in a while."