Don’t Talk To Me!

Day students do not have to study at night. Yu Sheng stayed deliberately and waited for Jin Linkun to finish the lecture. The two packed up and went out together.

When going out, Jin Linkun went to pick up Sheng Sheng's schoolbag.

Yu Sheng glanced at his already cumbersome computer bag folder, but didn't pass it, carrying the bag on his shoulder.

Blocked by a pile of bits and pieces, few people saw that when Brother Sheng went out, they put their hands in Teacher Jin's empty right hand.

...

"Old Duan, have you heard!"

Holding his breath, the two gangsters went out, Yao Qiang turned around, and his eyes were sharp: "He said he was Jin Linkun! Will you be a person? It was the Kunshen, the one famous in the demonstration next door..."

Duan Lei was still a little trance in the shock of the picture just now, and pressed him with one hand: "Wait, let me punch."

The name Jin Linkun is too famous, especially the high schools in City A, almost all of them were continuously attacked by the great deed from high school to high school.

At the beginning, Duan Lei was also overjoyed by the fact that Kun Kun came to the Third Middle School Exam and called Yu Sheng early in the morning.

At that time, Yu Sheng would also tell him, "I wouldn't do it anyway, just miss the exam," and tried to continue sleeping.

As a result, it took only one summer vacation, and their brother Sheng brought the real people back, and even gave them English lessons.

He sat on the seat, carefully recalling the past when the black shirt sent two cups of porridge in the middle of the exam at the time of the exam, and tried hard to think about it.

...

Then failed.

Whether it is collusion between the **** of learning and the summer camp, after abducting people into the summer camp to make a cameo in black, the campers are forced to study hard, and finally they and their brother Sheng become a complicated plot of good brothers. It is still a streamlined version of the study of God who is forced to work hard and frugally because of life, and the part-time tutor subsidizes the family, which does not explain the current situation very well.

After all, tutors generally don't deliberately turn over the wall to deliver meals, and reach out and rub their heads while eating together.

Nor will it suddenly get stuck halfway through the lecture, and then the whole person will start to turn red.

Good brothers will not.

Good brothers don't even talk to each other at all, they just roll around in the hallway with their arms around each other, playing games to push the most pitted ball out of the window.

Duan Lei was very worried, pulling Yao Qiang: "Is the tutor really just a cover-up?"

Yao Qiang was at a loss: "Actually, he is an alien, and he fell on our brother Sheng's head?"

Duan Lei: "..."

A good brother may need to be smashed. Duan Lei gave up communicating with him, worrying about the other sports committee: "Will our Sheng brother have fallen into the trap of learning God?"

Getting started with English is easy to do and difficult to do. The sports commissioner is ups and downs in his tense, and his eyes look up, "What trap?"

Duan Lei deliberately took a look at his arm and confirmed that neither of them was at ease. He lowered his voice and warned: "Sell yourself to study, and want to make up for English."

"Someone will make up for the English if they are involved?" The sports commissioner's eyes lighted up. "Where do you sign up? Is the target assigned?"

Duan Lei: "............"

Without competing for steamed buns, the entire class 7 was addicted to English and couldn't extricate themselves. There were words in their mouths, and a small piece of paper was posted on the table.

The tutor has left, and a group of people surrounds Yang Fan's desk, all discussing the usage of copula verbs and the difference between past and past tense.

Duan Lei, lonely and lonely, guarding the truth at his fingertips, reopened the English book.

The learner who came to make up the class has not yet gone.

Although I have been to the Third Middle School several times, it is either an exam or something. I came in a hurry and did not take a good look.

Jin Linkun was still the first time he came to the school seriously in Sheng, and wanted to take a closer look.

Yu Sheng accompanied him in a circle around the campus: "What's so beautiful?"

Jin Linkun nipped his hand, put his fingertips together, and smiled.

There is nothing particularly good-looking, the high school campus is actually similar. There is no shortage of these standard configurations on the podium of the teaching building of the playground. It is nothing more than the size of the old and new buildings. Some statues that are not needed are not the same as the small pavilions on the stone road.

But here is where Yu Sheng spent two years.

The little cold, clean and gentle boy, in the trivial nagging of the director of the education department and the real campus in front of him, put together a little bit completely and clearly.

The breath of autumn becomes more and more obvious, and the temperature sooner or later gets colder every day.

Jin Linkun held Yu Sheng's hand and was about to change his posture to warm him. Yu Sheng had already rolled the sleeve of his jacket down.

The jacket was originally large, and the somewhat long sleeves had been stuck in the wrist by the elastic cuffs. Once it was down, it directly covered the hands of the two together.

The clothes of the two were mixed together. Jin Linkun looked at it for a long time before realizing that this coat might be his own.

...

But the "Ask Boyfriend Why Did You Take Your Outer Coat" has been written on a memo that may have been beaten long ago.

Jin Linkun learned a lesson deeply, unable to lower his lips along the way, and still wisely did not ask questions.

Yu Sheng looked at someone who could walk himself happy when walking, and was a little inexplicable: "What's laughing?"

Jin Linkun's eyes were bent, and he shook his head happily: "Can't say."

Yu Sheng: "..."

The campus of the Third Middle School is not too small, and it is all a little round, and it is still a bit tired.

Yu Shenglu was very familiar, took Jin Linkun up the fire escape, and found out that he twisted the key twice on the door lock, and opened the rooftop door.

This rooftop has a strong sense of existence in Sheng's past history. Jin Linkun watched the children's movements and opened the lock neatly, and couldn't help but ask: "Isn't it changed the lock?"

At the beginning, Yu Sheng looked at the scenery on the rooftop and made a lot of misunderstandings, which scared a group of innocent principals.

The director of the Education Department raised his mouth while nagging. Later, the school held a meeting and said that the problem was that the old lock was too unsafe. The students opened it as soon as they pryed it, so they changed it again.

"Changed." Yu Sheng nodded. "Our director threw the old one and asked me to buy a new one."

"..."

Jin Linkun remained silent for a long time, but failed to find out what was wrong with this plan.

The two men went to the rooftop, and the sun was already halfway down.

The burning cloud was so hot that flying birds rubbed against the edge of the cloud and flew into the nest. The black shadow lined the red clouds. The students self-study in the last two evenings, and the playground was a bit empty. The afterglow was used as a canvas, painted with a thick stream of consciousness.

Jin Linkun suddenly understood a little bit, why did Yu Sheng of Gao Yi come here alone.

"Actually, they just wanted to leave me a key."

Yu Sheng pressed on the already strong fences that had been rebuilt and shook it twice: "These are all after-installed."

If you want to do it once and for all, simply seal the roof of the roof, you don’t need to spend extra money to install a layer of guardrails.

A somewhat familiar temperature covered the top of his head, and he rubbed it twice with a little effort.

Yu Sheng lay on the railing and turned his head to meet Jin Linkun's gently curved eyes: "At the end of the month there is an eight-college joint exam, the content of the college entrance examination, and the difficulty of the college entrance examination."

Just in time for the monthly exam time of each school, as the first round of the new senior high school level assessment, give each school an answer.

It feels so good to be understood without having to finish talking, Yu Sheng couldn't help raising the corner of his mouth without removing the hand on the top of his head: "Uh."

Repaying these obviously has a deep generation gap, and the method is awkward and a little inexplicable, but it is gentle enough that there are many ways that the teacher can always rely on.

But the best one is probably to let them know that the student who used to take care of him carefully has no longer needed them to worry.

There is more than one exam at the end of the month.

Jin Linkun counted the days. After the end of the monthly exam, there was a sports meeting in the Third Middle School, and he had to prepare to give their children a birthday on October 7.

From the end of September until the beginning of October, the calendar was painted full, and each grid was filled with a very stream of consciousness.

This time, I didn't even understand Yu Sheng's picture. After studying it twice, I didn't continue to waste time. I pulled Jin Linkun, who was passing by the desk, and kissed me, throwing people away and memorizing words.

"..." Jin Linkun felt as if he had become a walking human-shaped charging treasure: "Friend, I think it's actually--"

Yu Sheng crossed out a few words smoothly: "Aren't you paying in installments?"

Jin Linkun: "..."

Since the last time he successfully learned English, his boyfriend seems to have discovered a new way of learning English.

The conditions required are few, and the implementation is very simple and easy to implement. After a week of practice, the results are said to be very good.

...

To sum up roughly, it is probably to learn to kiss him for a while.

Very literally kiss, lips touch lips, not even a second.

Jin Linkun felt that he had taken the bait when he bargained.

Sheng Sheng didn't mean to reflect at all. He immersed himself in study every night. When he was tired of learning, he turned off the light and went to bed, and opened his arm to lie down.

Jin Linkun tried to collect the bills several times, and looked at the tiredness of the young profiteer Meiyu who threw him out of his arms, but he was not willing to start.

The content of the entire high school needs to be moved to three months to make up. It cannot be so easy.

Yu Sheng has a foundation and a foundation, but he also has to work harder than ordinary people to make up for the missing parts.

Jin Linkun has been summarizing the key points of English for him recently. The simulated papers and practice questions that have been collected from various provinces have almost failed to keep pace with Sheng's questions.

"Teacher Jin, you advise Brother Sheng."

Even if everyone is sprinting for the monthly exam, Duan Lei still can’t help but worry, privately stopping Jin Linkun: “Don’t let him fight so hard, the college entrance exam is still early...”

Yao Qiang was also nervous: "It's not worth fighting a bad body. Everything in the ranking is false. We just think he is too hard."

Jin Linkun thanked them and said nothing at home.

In fact, it has nothing to do with ranking or achievements.

Yu Sheng is just not used to doing anything and is not going all out, or simply does not do it, as long as he has done it, it is impossible to stop before finishing.

Tell him to see a step in front of him, and he will find a way to turn it up.

Jin Linkun knows his temper, so he walks around the desk every day without any problems, and seriously finds something delicious for Yu Sheng. Even if he actually sleeps with Sheng every night, he will still lie in bed early, waiting for their children to turn off the lights and go to bed, lift his arms, and get into his arms coldly.

...

It's still a bit of a headache to be cold.

Midnight in autumn is getting colder and colder every day. Yu Sheng feels that the air conditioner is too dry and he is not willing to turn it on. Even if he is wearing clothes and covering his hands with hot milk, he can't even get warm.

Jin Linkun pretended to be sleeping soundly, moved his arm, and circled the cold little **** in his arms again.

Yu Sheng has been struggling recently. Most of them were on their pillows and slept until dawn.

It sounds quite long, but it's actually five or six hours. At noon Jin Linkun forced him to take a nap for an hour and a half, and went home to lie down for another hour at night.

Jin Linkun didn't want to take up his rare sleep time, nor did he want to make trouble with him, and he held people well to prepare for drowsiness. The person in his arms suddenly moved twice.

The boy's skeleton is hard, his shoulders against his chest, and it is not easy to ignore the force that can be passed.

Jin Linkun was still wandering between pretending to sleep professionally and pretending to wake up accidentally. The unscrupulous profiteer had already pulled his clothes by the corner, and the whole person moved up.

The slightly cool lip stuck quietly on his lips.

After a while, it was probably because he didn't move, and he protruded a little bit at ease.

The warm and soft touch, a bit jerky and cautious, could not be more cautious, and touched gently between his lips.

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