Don’t Talk To Me!

Yu Sheng was held by him, and his hand was raised halfway, but it still fell on Jin Linkun's back.

...

What a big thing.

Anyway, it was also a place where he was calm. Yu Sheng opened his mouth, trying to stop him from manipulating his feet on the construction site of the No. 3 Middle School, so that people could see the influence of the majesty, but the words still didn't make a sound.

Obviously it's a trivial thing that doesn't care, but I don't know why, when I was hugged and rubbed my head so gently, my chest still quietly raised some emotions that made him very strange.

It seemed that there was nothing that he didn't even realize, and the emotions that were entrenched in the heart were already very weak, and they were completely scattered on the chest of this person.

Yu Sheng held the corner of his mouth, pulled Jin Linkun's clothes, and signaled that he held him almost and let go.

She is already familiar with Sheng’s various small movements. Jin Linkun lowered his head and smiled, and was about to withdraw his arm. The director of the Education Department, who had finished talking, just slipped out of the Academic Affairs Office: "..."

Jin Linkun touched the tip of his nose, facing the sudden and sharp gaze of the 3rd Lieutenant Colonel in his arms. He coughed and tried his best to remove his arm without trace.

The director of the Education Department carried his hands on his back and raised his chin: "Hug, hug for a while."

...

Jin Linkun bowed his head and tried to solicit the opinion of the school bully: "Is this sentence right or wrong?"

Yu Sheng had a headache and was about to speak. The education of the director of the Education Department has continued vigorously: "I should have embraced it for a long time. How many times have I told you parents?

"..."

The director of the Education Department was very serious and supervised that Jin Linkun was not allowed to let go and held for another 15 seconds.

At the beginning, Yu Sheng had beaten people and had to be punished because the little **** in high school had already been beaten out of shape, and the family was a bit powerful. He had been clamoring for an argument.

Originally, as long as the investigation is clear, the school can still block one block, but Yu Sheng insists on not involving Yang Fan, and can only take the easiest way to deal with it.

Anyway, it is a punishment in the school, just withdraw before the college entrance examination, it will not be brought into the file, and it is not too serious.

These teachers just keep thinking that someone has to boast about this.

After all, being a teacher is not easy to praise directly, so I want to ask the parents to explain the situation, let the parents encourage the students, and tell the students to do so.

It’s right to help other classmates. It’s right to fight for justice. It may be a little bit violent in the process, but the way to correct it is only the way, not the position.

But the phone was over, and the two contacts were busy with work, and one was busy tutoring children on interest training. They both hung up the phone in a hurry.

The director of the education department has always had very big opinions about Sheng's parents. This time I finally saw the person and directly nagged the person into the education department from the corridor.

Jin Linkun was honestly trained and looked at the children who apparently did not help by pressing the corner of his mouth. There was really no way but to try to save himself: "Director, I am not actually a parent of classmate Yu Sheng."

The director of the education department pushed the glasses and looked at him carefully from the lens: "Aren't you?"

"Yes, look." Jin Linkun stood closer to him, "Actually, I am--"

Halfway through the speech, Yu Sheng had kicked him from behind.

Jin Linkun: "..."

The director of the Education Department bowed his head suspiciously and flipped on the table.

For students like Yu Sheng, who are named in the school in another sense, the basic files of contact information are all on file with them. It happened just before Sheng started to correct it a while ago. The information was taken out and placed on the table.

The director of the education department carefully turned through the document mountain, took out a picture taken on the table, and called according to the newly changed emergency contact.

...

After a few seconds, the phone in Jin Linkun's pocket happily rang.

Jin Linkun: "..."

Yu Sheng: "..."

The director of the education department is very angry: "Look, I will say you parents!"

Not only does the child's education not matter in his heart, he dares to lie.

Over an hour later, the parents of classmate Yu Sheng, who was discouraged by the director, were finally released from the education department.

The downstairs students have already started school, and it is a bit noisy, the noise of the noise running up across the floor.

The time was too ample, Yu Sheng even went back to class leisurely to pack up a schoolbag, and was leaning on the outside corridor to play with his mobile phone.

The students in Class 7 expressed a warm welcome to the arrival of Xin Xueba. When Yu Sheng went back to pick up things, a group of English speakers usually only knew that the blind people were at the table of Yang Fan and queued for questions.

Yu Sheng glanced in the past, they are all very basic grammatical problems, and some even only the difficulty of junior high school level.

Yang Fan has never spoken to so many people, his face flushed with nervousness, but his eyes were shiny under the lens at the bottom of the wine bottle.

Yu Sheng stood by the side for a while, completely relieved, carrying the schoolbag out of the classroom.

Jin Linkun received an hour-long "How to Be a Qualified Parent" education in the Education Department. Now the respect for the teachers of the No. 3 Middle School has reached its peak, and he went out in a trance and was led by Yu Sheng to go out: " My friend, I want to know if this is the skill of the director of your education department or the tradition of the whole school..."

"Full school tradition." Yu Sheng thought for a while, "We will have a day for the opening ceremony of each sports meeting."

The principal talked, the principal talked, and the principal finished the lecture.

Sometimes everyone ran out to buy food at noon, and the teacher of the sports team who came up in the final round had to emphasize the sports spirit at the end of the audience.

Then raise a national flag and sing the national anthem in the afternoon, and the participating class teams will appear in a strange shape, and the male will be energetic and press the playground.

The day passed so perfectly.

So every sports meeting in the Third Middle School lasts for five days.

Jin Linkun made a simple mental calculation, but still did not match the number: "Why is it five days?"

Yu Sheng: "The closing ceremony will take another day."

"..."

"It's coming. A few days before the 11th holiday is the sports meeting."

Yu Sheng raised his eyebrows, glanced at Jin Linkun's expression, and couldn't help raising the corner of his mouth: "Come and experience?"

Most senior high school seniors do not participate in sports games, but their principals firmly believe that this is the best way to enhance class cohesion and vent the excess energy of the majority of students.

Facts have proved that the Games really reduced the disciplinary violation rate in the first or two months before and after, so this excellent tradition has always been retained.

Jin Linkun rubbed his forehead, took a breath, and met the gaze of the child's bliss, but still couldn't hold back, and laughed on his shoulder.

I couldn't figure out where the laughing point was. The two of them suddenly couldn't stop laughing.

The boy was tall and long, entangled a bit intricately, leaning against the stairwell where no one had passed, his chest trembling against the chest, and even the breath of temperature passed through.

Jin Linkun was tired with a smile, holding Yu Sheng's arm and leaning back as soon as he relaxed.

The position of the two people standing is still a bit away from the wall. Yu Sheng dragged it subconsciously, and the strength on the opposite side suddenly became a lot bigger than him, and pulled him over.

Yu Sheng did not stand firm, staggering forward two steps: "Why?"

Jin Linkun looked at him, his eyes still bent, but the smile on his eyes had faded, and only his shadow was filled with seriousness.

Although the intuition of this picture should be quite good, Yu Sheng raised his head and looked at him for a while, but still couldn't help but say: "Remind you, your expression is very kind now."

Jin Linkun: "..."

"Wait for me, the brainwashed is a bit serious."

Jin Linkun took off his glasses, stuffed them into Sheng's hands, rubbed two faces hard, and supported Yu Sheng's shoulders to turn the person over.

Yu Sheng was inexplicably turned a half circle, holding his glasses and turning his back to him: "Are you going to pass me the power?"

...I can't watch the martial arts movie for the children when I go home.

Jin Linkun coughed lightly, groped to hold his hand, took the glasses back, and led the person back to meet his eyes.

After being educated by the director of the Education Department for an hour, Jin Linkun learned that it was originally Yu Sheng who was dragging his luggage to sign up at the high school.

It turned out that every time Yu Sheng was invited to a parent, the Education Department secretly found a face-to-face teacher to help face off with the opposite student's parents and clarify the truth about who was right and who was wrong.

Therefore, Yu Sheng later violated the school regulations less and less, and tried to be as quiet as possible. Later, he became the first school tycoon in the Third Middle School to follow the rules and regulations.

It turned out that Yu Sheng, who was in the first year of high school, was in a bad mood. He would sit alone on the roof for half a day, so that the headmaster almost climbed the ladder to talk to him.

Later, because the principal looked too dangerous, Yu Sheng, who just wanted to see the scenery, turned down the railing and took the principal who trembling and holding the ladder and the horn back to the ground.

Jin Linkun listened to the director of the Education Department nagging, and the impressions about the two years of Sheng high school were pieced together, and the thoughts that occasionally appeared on the chest suddenly became particularly clear.

...Clearly painful.

But the children in their family should not be distressed.

Yu Sheng grew up alone, and he grew into the most powerful and gentle form, able to get up, reach out, and protect others.

The contents hidden in the seemingly cold shell were clear, clear and pure, so pure and dust-free.

Later, Jin Linkun thought that he should be proud.

When he thought of his boyfriend being so good, he couldn't help but be with Yourong, he wanted to be with him all the time, watching him transform and watching him shine.

...

Too much to say, but too little language can express.

Jin Linkun looked at him for a long while, still pulling his lips, smiling: "...Forget it."

If you don’t know clearly, just switch to another way.

Yu Sheng watched him lean down, suddenly warming slightly on his lips.

Jin Linkun turned sideways and circled him into the corner of the wall. His voice was as low as airflow: "Boyfriend, is there any monitoring?"

"..." Yu Shengxin said why he didn't worry about seeing you when he was smiling like a neuropathy. A little impatient sight met his eyes, but inexplicably he couldn't say anything.

The heart thumped afterwards, hitting nowhere.

"It's broken early." Yu Sheng, "otherwise you should hear the director of the education department now, so that the two classmates in the six-story stairwell are together, and the two students come to the education department."

Jin Linkun touched him and gave a soft laugh.

The subwoofer is really annoying.

Yu Sheng pursed his lips and wanted to ask this person not to always foul and use other provocative methods. Only one mouth was sealed by a real kiss.

...

I don't know how long after that, Yu Sheng heard his unusually rapid breathing.

Jin Linkun's breath was also rapid, the hot air hitting his temples, and his dark eyes filled with his shadow.

The unfamiliar sense of loss of control made Yu Sheng instinctively uneasy and could not help but earn a hand, and one hand fell on his back, rubbing comfortably several times.

"Relax, it doesn't matter..."

Jin Linkun's voice was dumb than usual, and his hot lips touched his: "It's okay, I'm here."

Yu Sheng stunned slightly, his body had already relaxed before his consciousness.

The hallway was empty, and a gasping echo could almost be heard.

The kiss technique of a boyfriend who was once mistaken as a parent was not as reliable as he showed it. He bumped several times. The boy's energy was so strong that he couldn't put it down. The movement was a bit obvious and jerky.

Yu Sheng seriously doubted that his mouth might have been knocked out.

...

But inexplicably did not want to move away.

He fumbled and took Jin Linkun's hand, clasping it firmly finger by finger.

The palm is tightly pressed, I don't know who is more powerful, and it hurts.

Yu Sheng closed his eyes.

There seemed to be an extraordinarily huge book, and there was a clatter, and a page was turned in his ear, revealing a brand new, completely blank page number.

All the content in the past has been turned over with this page, and it has been turned completely and cleanly.

The rest of the space is theirs.

his.

The next day, Duan Lei's eyes widened, and he looked at the extra bruise that came out of his brother's mouth: "..."

Yu Sheng: "No, shut up."

Duan Lei was unjustly wrong: "Brother Sheng, I haven't asked yet!"

"It wasn't the black man who beat me, I wasn't kidnapped, I wasn't threatened, I didn't blink."

Yu Sheng said everything and looked at him kindly: "Is there any problem?"

"..." Duan Lei sat back on his seat again and opened the English book.

Since the early self-study, the whole class of senior three and seven has fallen into a frenzy of learning.

"The average score of a class is 82 points. The original 41 people have a total score of 3362 points. Even if Lao Yang only took one hundred points, their average score would become 81.55 points!"

The squad leader’s eyes were scorching, and he was waving cursive paper: “And our class has only 30 people, with an average score of 64 points, plus Lao Yang’s 100 points, and the average score jumped to 65.16! Now we have less than 17 points left The gap!"

In two months, it is unrealistic to mention all the subjects together, but if you want to specialize in one subject, especially under the premise that the basic score is low, there may not be obvious progress.

The pen in Yu Sheng's hand turned twice and reopened the English book.

Jin Linkun paid attention to this make-up class unexpectedly, staying up late last night and preparing for half-night classes. He fell asleep and the small desk lamp in front of the desk was still on.

All the English books at home may have been moved to the desktop. Jin Linkun wore short-sleeved pajamas and placed a laptop in front of him, typing the keyboard intently.

From the grammatical sentence structure of the junior high school level up, the courseware is done carefully and in detail.

I couldn't see the pretense of saying that I had to understand, standing on the rostrum and dazzling the words, saying "C is obvious because ABD is wrong".

Yu Sheng got up from bed, touched a piece of clothing, and watched with him for a while.

Strange to say, those English words that are annoying at ordinary times are suddenly less annoying under a little dim little table lamp.

...

Especially when Jin Linkun held hands and sat sticky together, and then the man came together to kiss him and kissed the corner of his mouth twice, and there was a reasonable claim that the tuition fee was paid in installments.

Yu Sheng was accustomed to learning English every time, and suddenly it was so easy. It was a bit uncomfortable. It seemed to be confiscated, and he couldn't help memorizing a dozen pages of words.

In the second half of the night, I slept quite well.

When I woke up in the morning and found that I didn't do it until I fell asleep this morning, Yu Sheng didn't respond.

Duan Lei, they all knew that Yu Sheng’s most annoying subject was English, and he seemed to be enchanted by the words for a while. After class, he couldn’t help but care about a few words in the past.

Yu Sheng has always been succinct in his wording, and he can usually speak clearly in one sentence without usually wasting the second sentence. After listening to Duan Lei for a long time, he finally realized what he wanted to ask.

"Brother Sheng... So your question is why you suddenly don't have a headache reading English."

Duan Lei took a deep breath and summed up Yu Sheng’s question: “And I suddenly found that learning English was easy last night. I memorized a dozen pages of words at once, and I slept peacefully. Haven’t forgotten?”

Yu Sheng nodded: "Yes."

Duan Lei: "..."

The first time I saw Duan Lei coldly dumped Brother Sheng back to his seat, Yao Qiang, who was watching the liveliness, couldn't help but come over: "What's wrong, when are you so brave?"

"fart."

Duan Lei turned a page full of wrong clozes and pressed him back with no expression on his face: "The reaction I have made now is the most surviving of all the reactions I have made."

Yao Qiang didn't hear the foreword, and was almost insane about curiosity: "Did you make up for anything else? For example?"

Duan Lei put down the book and looked up: "For example, when Brother Sheng suddenly fell while walking, he quickly put Brother Sheng in a sack and punched him."

"Or, while Brother Sheng was being pressed against the wall, he couldn't breathe and quickly put Brother Sheng in a sack and punched him."

"Or, while Brother Sheng was smashed by aliens falling from the sky, quickly put Brother Sheng in a sack and punched him."

"..."

Yao Qiang was shocked by his rich imagination, "Brother, you need a bit of external force."

"Nonsense." Duan Lei's understanding of himself is very clear. "Without such external force, do you think I can live in front of Brother Sheng with a sack for three seconds?"

Not sure what stimulated the good brother, Yao Qiang comfortably patted his shoulder: "Okay, don't dream, just recite words... Oh, why is Brother Sheng pressed against the wall to get gasped? Annoying?"

Duan Lei didn't dare to sack his brother Sheng and punched him. He just enumerated three situations that he thought would never happen, and he was asked one by one. Was it thrown on the ground, or smashed by an alien?"

"No." Yao Qiang shook his head. "But I'm more curious about the middle of the three."

Duan Lei: "..."

The author has something to say: Duan Lei: Our brother Sheng will never fall flat, nor will he be smashed by aliens.