Don’t Talk To Me!

After being a roommate for so many days, Yu Sheng has almost been able to tell. When Jin Linkun really wanted to care about people.

But he still couldn't understand how this man could do such a kind and considerate thing so kindly and beating.

He even felt as if he saw a hazy fatherly aura above Jin Linkun's head.

...

After raising his legs across the quilt and kicking the person back into the chair, he realized that the halo might have been shaken by the lamp behind his head.

Jin Linkun was very particular about courtesy, not only helped him fill out the form, but also flipped out the sheet that he didn't have time to read carefully, padded the workbook, and copied his phone number on his emergency contact.

There was no table board beside the bed, and Yu Sheng lay back. He lay on the edge of Sheng pillow, glanced at the phone, and copied the number on the paper.

Yu Sheng closed his eyes.

Jin Linkun wasn't writing fast, and the pen tip crossed the paper, and an unusually clear rustling sound came.

"okay."

Jin Linkun was quite satisfied with this operation. The pen in his hand turned around in a decomposed slow motion, and specifically told him in advance: "If you can't find me, go to the Internet cafe behind the wall."

Yu Sheng didn't think he had any need to find him. He moved in and squinted at the paper.

The light came from behind Jin Linkun and was a bit dazzling. The names and telephones of the two of them were filled in the blanks of each other.

The small form was held up.

"pretty good."

Yu Sheng yawned, and was pushed up: "You haven't considered it in the exam, we will not get up one day in the future, they need to find the possibility of both of us together?"

Jin Linkun: "..."

The unsolved cycle uses Jin Linkun's insistence that he will never get up as the optimal solution.

It can be seen that Yu Sheng is really sleepy. Jin Linkun clipped the two forms into the workbook, picked up the stool and returned to his desk, and helped him turn off the light on this side.

The light dimmed, and a slight crackling sounded again in the room.

Yu Sheng was lying on the bed. I didn't know why. The original messy idea suddenly settled in order.

Many pictures are faint, leaving only a vague, warm yellow light.

Yu Sheng buried it in the pillow and closed his eyes again.

This time he fell asleep soon.

It took three days for the basic information form to be received.

As Jin Linkun said, this kind of information table is really not seen by many people, and when it is handed over, it sinks into the sea without seeing any subsequent movement.

It was a small thing in the seven groups.

The reason is that there are people outside the group who rushed to the seven groups of exclusive night study toilets.

Yu Sheng was inexplicably shocked when he heard this cause. Rarely stopped the progress of brushing questions and looked up: "What bathroom?"

"The restroom for studying at night, the fourth floor has always been our group, there is no place already, they actually took a bucket to occupy the seat!"

The boy who was making a heated speech didn't pay attention to who asked it, and he answered with a righteous indignation: "Everyone comes first and then arrives. Every time we finish washing, we pass early. Why are they so bad?"

"Okay, Xia Junhua, don't be so excited first."

The seven group leaders sat in the middle, rubbing their foreheads: "Let's go to the negotiation first, look at their attitudes, we can't talk anymore... Cen Rui, have you made any progress there?"

The thin boy with glasses in the corner quickly pressed the phone a few times and pushed the glasses: "The second group accounts for our place. I can get back the photos of the list..."

A group of people gathered together to work together, and Kong Jiahe was squeezed to the side, a little unable to get in, and persuaded: "Wan, teacher Wan said, we must combine work and rest--"

"Luo Yiyi, Lao Wan dare to say that you dare to believe, did you come out of the big H?"

The boy in the front row of Yu Sheng patted him on the head, threw down the book and put his sleeves together: "I know that there are a few of them who are in the same school with me. At least three plans must be prepared."

"..."

Yu Sheng put down his pen and turned his head to ask Jin Linkun's normal state of general high school students. Seeing the shock in his eyes, he still swallowed back.

"friend."

Jin Linkun couldn't hold it before him. He touched his elbow and lowered his voice: "I haven't come back in a year, I don't know much. Is this year's new senior 3 so passionate?"

Yu Sheng remembered that he was actually not familiar, shook his head, and looked again.

Lao Wan's method does seem to be quite effective. The seven groups of students apparently established a deep friendship after the group activity.

A group of people collaborated in a division of labor and discussed in a furious way. They quickly made a thorough plan and were ready to negotiate with the enemy team about the right to use the bathroom.

Even though the evening self-study had not started, a group of people hula rushed out of the classroom.

Several girls did not have the troubles related to the bathroom, and were inspired by this inexplicable call to help.

Kong Jiahe didn't persuade anyone, and looked around at the door in a dilemma. His eyes flicked to the two stalwarts who had not moved at the back of the classroom. They instinctively froze, and finally followed the door tremblingly, closing the door lightly and lightly outside.

Yu Sheng put down his pen and thought about the whole thing carefully.

The third high school is a student who studies seriously, but not to such a degree.

For the school bullies, such a thing as a place to rob learning is probably closer to them and the stadium is occupied after someone comes back to find a place.

Jin Linkun lowered his eyes and held a pen in his hand. He was not looking at the competition in front of him, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Yu Sheng finally straightened out the logic, sat up, and touched his arm.

Before waiting to speak, Jin Linkun said, "Yu Sheng."

His tone was not the same as usual, Yu Sheng froze and turned around: "Why?"

The index finger and **** of Jin Linkun's right hand were wrong, and the pen turned more than half a circle.

"You said."

He didn't pick up the pen, his tone was calm, and his voice fell in the empty classroom: "Make friends-is it interesting?"

Yu Sheng frowned.

He didn't speak. He probed his arm and took the pen from Jin Linkun's arm.

Then he took off his pen cap, put it on the other end as a counterweight, tried to turn it around in his hand, and handed it back.

Jin Linkun raised his eyebrows and looked at the hand holding the straight hand, and smiled softly for a while: "Thank you."

He didn't seem to plan to ask any more, and the sudden strangeness was taken back, bringing back the usual lazy smile.

"I do not know."

Yu Sheng waited for him to pick it up, suddenly made a noise, and closed his workbook: "I am not too familiar with good students."

Jin Linkun froze, smiled, and nodded: "OK, read--"

Before he had finished speaking, he had already stood up with Yu Sheng's wrist.

The hands clenched between the wrists were slender, clean, and loosely looped, with little effort, but it seemed difficult to break free.

Jin Linkun followed him and took two steps forward, a little puzzled: "Yu Sheng?"

"Try it if you don't know."

Yu Sheng took him out: "Without spending money, I came back without any interest, and hurry to study with me."

Jin Linkun actually mentioned many times to accompany him to learn, but Yu Sheng mentioned it for the first time.

The young man's tone was a little aggressive, and he seemed inexplicable.

The hand could not help but pull him, opened the door, and left the classroom.

Jin Linkun was dragged all the way by him, and he forgot to stop.

The activity rooms of each group are different, and the classrooms for evening self-study are next to each other.

Around the corridor, a noisy group of people appeared at the door of the classroom on the corner.

The negotiation process was not very smooth.

The second group insists that the toilet is a public property, and everyone has the right to use it.

The seven groups took a step back and proposed to remove those buckets. Fair competition was on a first-come-first-served basis, and they still failed to reach consensus.

"..."

Yu Sheng listened in the back and couldn't help rubbing his forehead hard.

Jin Linkun stood beside him. The rare and abnormal state was gone, and he resumed his usual inattentive laziness. He also bowed his head and talked to him with interest: "Friend, I heard that when you were in the third middle school, someone asked Shelf often helps the town..."

Yu Sheng said blankly: "What do you tell me? I'm fighting for the toilet for the toilet?"

Jin Linkun couldn't hold back, laughed, and met Yu Sheng's sight, coughing abruptly: "My fault, I won't laugh anymore."

Yu Sheng listened to the heated debates of the gang of scholars, and his head hurts a bit. He raised his hand and pressed his temple: "Which toilet? Can I help them throw the buckets of water down the window?"

"No, it's no longer a problem with those buckets of water."

Jin Linkun has a good ear, and when he talks to him, he is also distracted to listen to those people arguing, pointing his arms to the crowd, and dutifully relaying to him: "Now it is a matter of dignity of the two groups, and they are discussing the way of duel."

Yu Sheng: "..."

Yu Sheng: "I think they should not fight to solve the problem."

Jin Linkun nodded and listened carefully: "They have now set the Rubik's Cube, Sudoku and Tetris, and are preparing to use the equal probability draw to determine the candidate."

...

Yu Sheng solemnly considered whether or not to lose the pace of leading roommates to make friends from here, and now go back to continue studying.

"Look again, it's interesting."

Jin Linkun seemed to be completely interested, and lifted his hand to hold him: "The sign is the number, maybe you will be drawn..."

Yu Sheng casually denied: "Impossible--"

Yu Sheng: "..."

As soon as he spoke, he knew it was bad. He glanced at Jin Linkun, who was still in an unknown situation. He took a deep breath and said clearly: "If you smoke me, the next one is you."

Jin Linkun raised his eyebrows: "?"

Yu Sheng stared at him and licked his tiger teeth.

The leader of the seven groups pulled out three pieces of paper, photographed in front of the leader of the second group, and hurriedly grabbed the three pieces of paper drawn from the group and unfolded one by one.

The two groups could not wait to look into their heads.

...

The whole corridor calmed down little by little, quietly.