Don’t Talk To Me!

Until the afternoon of the same day Kunshen began to answer questions online, fearing that the fear of being killed by any of the two big brothers would still hang over the heads of the seven groups of students.

"Of course scared, but nothing can stop me from chasing knowledge."

Cen Rui said to the mobile phone lens that he handed over for interviews, he resolutely said: "Even if I have to carry my schoolbag in the next second, I have to finish this question first."

"Don't even think about it." Xia Junhua opened his hand indignantly. "The next one should clearly ask me, can I just jump in the line?"

...

Most of the questions that can be taken out by the school bullies are difficult. Jin Linkun did not speak very well, and the scheduled time was only halfway through. Many students from other groups were attracted to the news, and then they got together at the entrance of the seven groups of dorms.

Yu Sheng went out to buy a meal and was almost blocked by the long queue that Cen Rui Xia Junhua discharged from the door of the bedroom.

"Is it hot?" Jin Linkun just answered a question. When he saw the roommate pushing the door in, he put down the mouse and turned around. "Are there many people in the cafeteria?"

"There are not many people in the cafeteria, so we should all line up outside."

Yu Sheng handed over his rice bowl, and turned over the bottle of iced Wahaha: "It's not cool anymore, drink it for another day."

Jin Linkun: "..."

Although he was really interested in these sweet milk products and milk beverages, but Yu Sheng's posture to buy him all the children's beverages, Jin Linkun was actually unexpected at the beginning.

Especially the children seem to like this process very much, very happy to be able to pull him back at this time.

Yu Sheng took Wahaha with a straw and brought it into his arms. He happily pressed it on top of Jin Linkun's head and looked down at the screen.

The sun is shining, and he still has the warmth outside. This way, the cloth with the cloth warmed to the sun is attached to Jin Linkun's neck.

Jin Linkun raised his head slightly: "Friend -"

Yu Sheng glanced at the Wahaha white bottle in his hand and couldn't help raising the corner of his mouth. He was serious: "How much homework does this little student still need, do you need help?"

"..."

Jin Linkun cleared his throat and adjusted his breath without any trace.

If he wasn’t talking about the topic, he really wanted to stand up now and rub his two roommates’ heads while being beaten.

There is always a gap between imagination and reality. Jin Linkun regretted that for a while, he calmly took the roommate's hand on the top of his head and set it aside. Before he took a rainy day, he explained: "Friends, there are too many people with problems. Started a live broadcast..."

Yu Sheng: "..."

The other big man in the picture flashed off and quickly left the camera.

The barrage of the originally harmonious discussion topic in the live room suddenly became very lively.

【Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh sighings, the one who had just appeared on the same screen was so excited! 】

[The two of them are roommates. It is normal to appear on one screen, but what about the little classmates and Wahaha! ! 】

[Is this the world of learning God! I’m so envious, I’m going to drink Wahaha...]

[The relationship between the two great gods is really good, and I also want to bring some QAQ when reviewing]

[By the way, speaking of good relations, do you know? I heard……】

[Nothing! Our **** Kun and Sheng are pure brotherhood! 】

[Very good friends, good brothers, we can testify! 】

[The previous thing was because there were books on Kunshen’s bed, and there was really no place to sleep. Don’t be cranky! 】

Only halfway through the previous barrage, he was strongly interrupted by the bubble control of the following seven groups. Still unmoved, he continued to drift slowly across the screen.

[...I heard that the relationship between the several students and the gods in the next group is also very good. We must study harder and join the team that discusses highly sophisticated topics happily. 】

...

"Shouldn't be." Cen Rui was very surprised and took Liang Yifan to discuss, "Doesn't we think that the two big brothers in our group are not right?"

Liang Yifan was not surprised: "I changed the subject into the singular form. This problem has been bothering me deeply in the past few weeks."

He has been suffering from the fact that the two big brothers are not right for a long time. It is nice to see the other seven members of the group facing the reality with him and patting Cen Rui’s shoulder: "Thinking about it, maybe Kun and Sheng I haven't noticed anything wrong, but just bend slowly and naturally under the influence of gravity..."

The natural bending is too obvious, in fact, some people can see it.

It's just that it's too weak, and a few bullets pop out, brushing past.

But in the anonymous forum, the buildings on the two floors that are related to the two big guys and have nothing to do with the study were jacked up again. A screenshot of Yu Sheng’s head by Jin Linkun was placed on it. Excited messages like "Aoao".

However, before Cen Rui led the seven groups of spontaneously formed control teams to rush over, ready to emphasize that this was no big deal, before the seven groups often rubbed their heads together, they watched the ninth class called "WSYZKA" The ghost went online, and gave the shot owner a rocket launcher.

...

The seven groups of students lonely and stubbornly let go of the evaluation control and continued to exchange and share the latest discovered secrets in the internal group.

It was originally scheduled to explain the topic from 3 to 7 in the afternoon, because of the influx of a large number of students, it lasted until 9:30 in the evening before finally coming to an end.

Jin Linkun let out a sigh of relief, closed the computer, and turned back without regret: "I didn't expect to drag it for so long... Did it bother you to review?"

He was still thinking about whether to let Yu Sheng go to the evening for self-study. After solving the last few questions, the two people's leave slips were actually signed and approved by the people, and they were sent back in the form of photos.

Yu Sheng didn't move at all and kept leaning on the bedside to the end of the book till now.

Jin Linkun didn't hear him turn the page for a while, and was a little worried that he was too noisy to disturb his speech.

Yu Sheng took a pen, raised his head, and the book resting on his lap almost didn't hold down and slid down: "Ended?"

"Yes... just ended."

It is rare to see him walking in the middle of learning, Jin Linkun subconsciously answered, inexplicably curious, could not help but want to see what his roommate was doing.

Then he stood up, and the book in Yu Sheng's hand was snapped tightly by him with a snap and tucked under the pillow.

"..." Jin Linkun coughed lightly, "Friend--"

He met Yu Sheng's eyes, rubbed his nose, and promptly changed his mouth to ensure: "I don't want to read at all, nor will I touch the book under your pillow in the middle of the night."

Guaranteed to be too serious, Yu Sheng looked at him, still unable to hold back his mouth: "Can't you go out for dinner?"

"Ah?" He had to talk about things before he could abduct him for dinner. Jin Linkun was a little uncomfortable. He stood for a while and carefully raised his hand to touch the temperature of his forehead.

Yu Sheng didn't hide his smile, got up and got out of bed, and shot his hand down: "Come on, I'm hungry."

It was a big deal for the roommate to be hungry. Jin Linkun got up, turned around and packed things a few times, and was about to pick up Yu Sheng's schoolbag. The palm was stuffed with sugar.

Jin Linkun raised his eyebrows, his eyes could not help but bend down, peeled the sugar carefully, and put it in his mouth.

Yu Sheng said that he wanted to go out for dinner, but he just pulled Jin Linkun out of the school and became a shopkeeper. He then returned the work of leading the place to the other party.

Rarely he was interested, Jin Linkun picked the roasted fish far away from home, and pulled people onto the bus.

The N position is a bit off, the time is late, and the bus is almost empty.

There are single-row seats on both sides. Yu Sheng randomly found an empty seat and wanted to sit down. He was dragged by Jin Linkun and sat in the last row together.

The rear seats are narrower than the front and panic. Yu Sheng sat by the window and looked at the night scene of the black gourd-dong outside the window for a while, and suddenly remembered Jin Linkun's excuse to ask for leave at that time: "Are you not motion sick?"

Jin Linkun was slightly dumb and shook his head honestly: "Do you want to sit in front of you without motion sickness?"

It's rare that Sheng is willing to run away with him, and I don't know why the bus here doesn't even have a double seat.

Sitting in the back row was indeed uncomfortable. Jin Linkun turned sideways, preparing to make room for him, but Yu Sheng was still sitting still.

The street lamp dropped in from the window, and the warm-colored light outlined the unusually bright shadow of the teenager.

Yu Sheng bowed his head and fiddled with his mobile phone, moved to the seat again, adjusted his lower posture against the window, and finally found a barely room for his legs.

Jin Linkun couldn't help raising his lips, opened his mouth to talk, and was blocked by raising hands like long eyes on Yu Sheng's head.

"..." Jin Linkun felt a little regret and moved his mouth under the palm of his hand, making a vague voice: "I just want to express my joy..."

"The only way to express your joy is to talk about tuberculosis?"

Yu Sheng raised his eyes and swept him, and couldn't help feeling that his understanding of this person was too superficial: "The voice is dumb, don't you know to rest for a while?"

Jin Linkun froze for a moment, and suddenly remembered that the sugar he gave himself seemed to taste different from usual.

His roommate not only ran so far to eat with him, he was willing to accompany him to sit in the back seat, but also because he took too long to talk about the topic, he stuffed him with a lozenge.

Jin Linkun was covered in his mouth and could not speak. He could only change his way of expressing joy, touched his mobile phone, and shared this little thing in life with his classmate Liang Yifan.

The grilled fish was recommended by Dong Jue, just beside the bus stop. Jin Linkun deliberately came over to recognize the road once, dragging Yu Sheng around the street confidently, and found an unusually conspicuous signboard.

The bag brought out this time was a little heavy. Jin Linkun picked it up and couldn't help but wonder: "What brought it out?"

"Book." Yu Sheng concisely said, "If you can't go back half a night, just open a room to review."

Jin Linkun: "..."

In the evening, I eat too much and I can't digest it. The two didn't order more. They asked for two meals for one fish and a few additional side dishes.

The roasted fish tasted very good. Jin Linkun was busy picking the fish meat for him, and strongly recommended to him a piece of roasted garlic in the roasted fish: "This is not garlic, not spicy, and the seasoning is delicious, especially delicious. "

Yu Sheng piled up half a bowl of fish meat, chopped his head down for a few bites of rice, and still stretched his chopsticks with a garlic clove.

"How is it." Jin Linkun looked forward, "Do you like it?"

He already has a clear grasp of Sheng's taste, but he is still a little nervous: "I tried it once, I feel good, I want you to try..."

He couldn't even stop the person's mouth from eating, Yu Sheng gave up the idea of ​​letting him raise his throat, and pushed some Sydney juice over: "It's delicious."

Jin Linkun's eyes brightened, his eyes bent behind the lens, and took two sips of Sydney juice.

Yu Sheng was eating, watching his self-satisfied satisfaction, and couldn't help but hold the corner of his mouth, picking up a piece of rice cake and stuffing it into his bowl.

The two people who had a regular fan support group in the summer camp suddenly became childish. You stuffed me into my bowl and piled into your bowl. You didn’t have to lift your head at the end. Eat the food.

"It should be the reason for this store."

Jin Linkun didn't want to move, leaning on his chair and slowly eating: "Their bowl is too big."

Yu Sheng asked for a bowl of preserved hawthorn puree and pushed it to Jin Linkun to eat: "Who told you to finish it?"

He was sensible than Jin Linkun, and stopped the other party in time according to the amount of food, and continued to stuff into his bowl, which was still within the range of the smooth amount of food.

The bowl of hawthorn mud is very small. The red hawthorn mud with honey is lined in a small white bowl. It is sweet and sour, and it makes people saliva involuntarily in the mouth.

Jin Linkun fiddled with the delicate white jade bowl, still very happy: "My roommate gave it to me."

The chopsticks in Yu Sheng's hand paused and looked up at him.

...

Half a minute later, Jin Linkun looked at the whole bowl of garlic cloves in his bowl, a little unbelievable: "Friend, I think normal development should not be like this."

"What is normal." Yu Shengqin diligently picked garlic cloves for him, and his lips could not be pressed up. "I was moved by you and bowed down. From then on, I will be your little brother and ride the world with you." "

Jin Linkun thought that his roommate might be reciting history before he came out: "...No, I suddenly feel that this development is not bad."

Considering the possible consequences of eating a bowl of garlic, the two of them still did not continue the ritual. After a while, they went out and walked for two laps.

That night, the seven groups of students who had grown up were able to calmly face the dormitory where the lights were turned off quietly, and told the students of the other groups that the two great gods went out to study overnight, and worked too hard to return all night.

–

A few days later, before the performance of the literary and artistic performance, Jin Linkun finally knew what **** his roommate was going to do on the day of the lecture.

The book that was pressed by Yu Sheng for several days under the pillow, I don't know when it was stuffed into his schoolbag. When I opened it, I could see a page of notes, with a Q version of the black-haired villain drawn on it.

Wearing a headset and facing the computer, sitting in front of the desk, the eyes of the lens still gleaming with wisdom stars.

Except that the legs of the cartoon villain can't reach the ground, the overall background environment is quite realistic, that is, I don't know why I drew more bamboo poles on the edge, green and green, and jointed up inch by inch.

Jin Linkun is facing the roommate's high-end version of the note illustration, wondering whether this is a metaphor for being a rare animal like a panda, and a message suddenly pops up on the phone screen.

A short message from a strange number stopped for a few seconds at the top of the screen.

Jin Linkun stunned, clicked on the news, and read it from beginning to end.

...

"Brother Sheng, do you think so?"

The whole show was rehearsed according to Yu Sheng's design. Ding Zhengjiao was still not confident. He continued to pull him to confirm the details: "Here we go on stage, then freeze, the instruments are placed here, and then we will bring them together..." "

He said a few words, and looked up to see Cen Rui playing together on his cell phone, and could not help frowning: "Cen Rui, Lao Xia, come here! It is time to play at night, what are you doing?"

"Leader!" Cen Rui held his mobile phone, his eyes were shining, and he jumped over, "Good news-that some spicy chicken stems have really been found out! There are frypots in the forum, all talking about this..."

Ding Zhengjiao was startled, and he realized what he was talking about, and his heart beat quickly: "Really?"

Although the report was almost jointly filed with a broken mind, but in the end, no one had expected this matter to succeed.

There are too many things that can't be changed. They have begun to come into contact with the definition of powerlessness, knowing that many things can't be so satisfactory.

When interviewed by the summer camp and the school leaders, everyone has been explained more than once. Things have passed in the past year. The dust has settled, and no matter how big it is, it may be just useless work.

The entire seven groups were very clear in their hearts, but no one had proposed that since it would not succeed, it would be better to give up the compromise.

It doesn’t matter if you’re successful or if you want to do one thing. The people in their group have been bullied and suffered such great grievances, so everyone needs to stand together.

If they didn't even stand with Jin Linkun, this thing would really be so hastily, in the most unsolved and powerless way, at the age when it shouldn't have been the last thing, pale and dimly ended .

Ding Zhengjiao grabbed his phone and repeatedly confirmed that it was not fake news. He couldn't help but stood up: "Kun God! Quickly, tell Kun God--"

There were too many people in the room. After searching around, Jin Linkun was not in the preparation room.

Ding Zhengjiao was a little anxious, preparing to call, and held by Yu Sheng: "No, I'll go find him."

His tone is unquestionable, Ding Zhengjiao stunned, said nothing, and nodded vigorously.

It was raining outside today and it was a bit cold. Yu Sheng pulled out his umbrella, put on his jacket and was about to go out, and was caught by Ding Zhengjiao: "Sheng Brother"

Yu Sheng withdrew his steps and waited for him to speak.

"You...speak to Kun Kun."

Ding Zhengjiao tried his best to say: "We are waiting for him to rehearse, let him-let him come back when he is fine."

Yu Sheng dumbfounded: "He just went out to breathe, and came back in a moment."

"We know that you and Kunshen are busy these days for us, and we want us to get the ranking in the literary and art performances, to make it easier for the **** to go, to help us organize the key points, and to make the college entrance examination more confident."

Ding Zhengjiao was too nervous. He didn't understand what he was saying, and he continued to speak with his brain. Obviously, he had already thought about it and didn't know how many times.

He looked sincerely, looked up at Yu Sheng, and touched his head, a little embarrassed: "But we - we are not standing here for this."

Yu Sheng raised his eyebrows slightly.

The students in the seven groups were beside, and no one spoke, listening quietly as Ding Zhengjiao continued to talk down.

"We are not standing here for this."

Ding Zhengjiao took a deep breath and finally made the whole sentence fluent and grinned: "We stood by him because we were friends with him."