Dont Talk To Me - Vol 2 Chapter 85

Jin Linkun’s room is very different from Yu Sheng’s.

There are obvious, full and clear traces of real life.

All kinds of trophies are tucked away in the corners of the bookshelves as book stands. Several large hardcover books are scattered on the carpet. The table lamps are broken into a bit of a strange posture. It seems to be trying to become an abstract art. works.

Moonlight passes through the gaps in the curtains and gently falls on the edge of the spacious double bed.

Yu Sheng clutched his wrist and leaned his back against the door.

Near the door lock, Jin Linkun’s arm was in place, and his muscular arm was firmly guarded by his waist, and he held him half-on-half in his arms.

…

At first I ate potato chips, but later I didn’t know why, it became a tomato-flavored kiss.

It’s sour and sweet, and it tastes very good, but later it was a bit breathless, and the eyes were filled with white light for a while.

After waiting for a while, he was taken to the bedroom by Jin Linkun from the entrance.

“brother.”

There was a certain temperature burning deeply in the body, Yu Sheng groped for him, and his voice was dumb: “Brother.”

Jin Linkun paused slightly, circled the person in his arms, and let him hold his hand.

The slightly hot breath hit the skin deeply, entangled, and felt like a heartbeat.

The boy bit his lower lip hard, his fine eyelashes closed tightly on his eyelids, and his shoulders stretched lightly and palpitated.

The posture is almost a bit strong.

“I’m here.”

Jin Linkun was dumbfounded by his open posture, stopped and circled the person in his arms, put it on the forehead of the child, and said softly, “What are you afraid of?”

Yu Sheng, who had been soaked in wine, was extremely honest and buried his chest and shoulders with a dull voice: “I’m afraid I can’t help but to throw… throw you out.”

Jin Linkun: “…”

It’s pretty scary.

Jin Linkun hugged the person and calmed down for a while: “Will we go to the living room now and say pediatric subject one?”

Yu Sheng: “…”

Jin Linkun: “…”

“That’s it.” Jin Linkun cleared his throat and took hold of the wrist that their children had lifted. “Wait a minute before throwing, I can explain.”

After the keys were delivered in advance and the stars were given away by their teacher, Jin Linkun had a headache for a birthday gift for a long time with the support of the entire seven groups.

Later, Jin Linkun decided to take a different approach and take the children to do some activities that can only be done until the age of 18 and have very practical value.

For example, take a driver’s license.

…The kind of real driver’s license, C1, the kind that can drive on the road.

“I know.”

Yu Sheng was hugged in his arms, relaxed his strength and leaned on his shoulders, his forehead moved against the neck socket: “Otherwise?”

Jin Linkun cleared his throat and opened his mouth. He laughed out loud and buried his head in Sheng’s neck.

Yu Sheng struggled for a while, but still couldn’t hold back, followed by pulling the corner of his mouth.

The two of them were lying on the floor, laughing inexplicably for a long time, and the burning enthusiasm had just faded.

Jin Linkun rubbed his forehead and relieved his breath, and was about to take him to take a rest for a while, but the boy’s hand had already taken the initiative.

Normally the fingertips were slightly cool, but now it seemed to be a little hot, sticking to the back of his hand.

Just turned around, the young man’s breath had suddenly come over.

A little green kiss mixed with a little sweetness that seemed to be still there, and took the initiative to stick to his lips.

Jin Linkun’s heart beat fast, raised his hand to support him, just about to talk, suddenly a slight pain in his lips.

The boy’s ears were red and the whole person was a little bit nervous, and the exhaled air hit his skin.

The strength of the bite on the corner of the lip is too light, but inexplicably enthusiasm, converging on the chest.

Jin Linkun’s arm tightened slightly, his voice was dull, and he whispered softly: “Yu Sheng–”

“Brother, subject one…I won’t.”

Yu Sheng was buried in his neck, his heart beating so fast that his voice was a little dumb: “I am an adult, do you teach me?”

…

The lights in the bedroom were warmer and overwhelmed, like a temperature that could not be ignored.

The boy was held in a soft and thick quilt, the corners of his lips were pale, and the throat occasionally overflowed with a very soft sound.

The slightly skinny shoulders leaned back, stretching a little arc.

Yu Sheng is really completely awkward in this kind of thing, and he is particularly nervous. Jin Linkun tried it, but decided to slow down the progress and let the children step by step.

Wrapped in the palm of his hand, Yu Sheng suddenly palpitated on his chest, and then re-relaxed hard under the soothing kiss.

“It’s okay, it doesn’t matter…”

Jin Linkun pulled his hand from behind, kissed his hair, and circled the person in his arms: “If you are afraid, bit me.”

Yu Sheng shook his head, closed his eyes, and buried his face in Jin Linkun’s warm chest and shoulders.

…

In the end, Yu Sheng didn’t know how he fell asleep.

It seemed that Jin Linkun led him to the bathroom, inexplicably weak, and so sleepy that he just wanted to find a place to sleep well.

Obviously this is the first time I came here, because there is a very familiar atmosphere everywhere, so people can’t relax with a bit of energy, and I can fall asleep and sleep with my eyes closed.

Time passed inexplicably, and it was midnight when he came out of the bathroom. Jin Linkun helped him clean it up, and he was still hot.

He thought about the second subject and was coaxed back into the quilt by the tutor.

The phone did not know when the two messages were received, and it flashed green and fell on the edge of the pillow.

He glanced at it, the birthday wishes generated by the system in the communication software were formulated inconspicuously, and in a blink of an eye, they were overshadowed by a bunch of strange birthday cheering adult joy.

A glance passed, leaving no clear impression.

I slept for more than half an hour before I got into the quilt with a particularly cold breath, gently stuck it, and kissed his forehead.

The next day there was class, Yu Sheng set a series of alarm clocks, overturned drowsiness and got up, dragged the human-shaped pendant on his body with extreme self-discipline to go to school.

“Brother Sheng, how are you? Is there anything uncomfortable?”

Duan Lei had already pulled a group of younger brothers to prepare the leave for him, but unexpectedly Yu Sheng entered the classroom before preparing for the bell to ring, worrying about him and circling around him: “I am a good friend who seems to be my brother and I Say, you may not be convenient today, you may not be able to come to class, let us help you cover.”

No one brought a school bag to Jin Linkun’s house. Before they came to school, the two of them went back and packed up. Yu Sheng finally threw Jin Linkun from the back wall of their school. He was still so sleepy that he pressed his forehead and couldn’t open his eyes: “It’s fine.”

The group of people at the summer camp had been to the sports meeting, and he could almost guess who he saw with Duan Lei as usual: “Say to your brother, he has charged the treasure to my house.”

Duan Lei: “…”

Yu Sheng didn’t look too bad, and his mood looked good. He wasn’t bothered by such harassment. He just sat on the table to make up the morning.

The last class was Lao He. When he woke up during the Sheng class and changed books, Lao He talked about it alone: ​​”I heard that you picked up a hundred dollars when you helped your grandmother cross the road. During the loss of ownership, I found someone diving, and accidentally caught a cold when jumping down to save people, so I had a slight cold and cold…”

…

Duan Lei withdrew the conclusion that Brother Sheng was in a good mood and couldn’t figure it out by covering his head: “Isn’t it a good reason to write a fake note like this?”

Their squad leader was so careless that he actually let this leave note be directly handed over to Lao He. He couldn’t help feeling: “Then you have too much reason. Why didn’t you write that when Brother Sheng saved the world, Kamaru got his teeth on? ?”

Fortunately, it was Lao He who received the fake note. Taking into account the dignity of their class, they did not show it to other teachers, and they gave the original fake note to Yu Sheng.

“Do you think Lao He is so kind?”

The Sports Commission had this experience. Youyou opened the book: “What’s the use of the original, and one day you make a mistake, Lao He will turn on the phone, flip out a clear picture for you to see, and try to borrow one from other teachers. The account of the school post bar…”

A few people nearby shuddered, glanced at the rostrum on the podium, who seemed to have no combat power, and looked down honestly, and quickly opened the book.

Duan Lei met Yu Sheng’s sight and sat open-mouthed for a while, shaking his shoulders with shaking hands: “Old Yao, I still have seventeen sets of papers, five workbooks, and a newly purchased Oxford dictionary. I’ll leave it to you, you remember to help me get two incense sticks…”

Yu Sheng fell asleep for three lessons, got a little more spirited, did not destroy Duan Lei and the fake strip, and leaned on the window to listen to the lecture for a while.

The first day after the National Day holiday, he was more than sleepy.

Several people listened to the head of the lesson and pointed down. The nib of the note was put on the table, and the void was drawn with symbols. Maybe they didn’t even know what they were writing.

In response to this situation, Lao He decided to use this time to do something more meaningful: “Students, close the book and take out a piece of paper.”

…

Regardless of the time, this sentence can be included in one of the strongest shadows in the shadows of all student years.

As soon as Lao He’s words fell, a group of people panicked: “What’s going on, what’s going on, are you going to quiz?”

“The liquidation at the end of the holiday? The trumpet sounded in advance for the college entrance examination?”

“I didn’t do any cheat sheet! How many recitations have I requested recently? Hurry up and help…”

“…Let’s write down our short-term goals for the past two months, write them carefully, and then the squad leader will take them in.”

Lao He pushed his glasses and watched a group of student soldiers arrogantly asking for help. He continued to finish with a smile: “How are you, sleepy students?”

…

The seven classmates who were completely scared couldn’t even speak. They picked up the pen in a trance and wrote down their short-term goals in October and November according to Lao He’s request.

This is also the tradition of the Third Middle School.

Because after this period to the end of the year, the first pass of the arts examination will basically be ushered in, so students will be asked to write down their goals and wait until the end of November.

It is both an incentive and an introspection. See if you have fulfilled your original expectations, whether you have lost time again.

The short-term goal of class 7 students is very clear, which is to beat the average English score of one class in the mid-term exam in November.

“How can it be defeated?”

In the office, the head teacher of a class was so anxious that the hairline ran straight up: “Can we not use our class as an imaginary enemy, we have changed our English teachers!”

The fighting spirit of the 7th class is very strong, even if it meets a group of people at the sports meeting, it will be hard to beat the blood. The board report is better than the first class, and the health evaluation score is higher than the first class. The slogans must be shouted out of the shifts during the lesson.

Now the whole class is extremely stressful. I don’t dare to go to the physical education class and immerse myself in learning every day. I was afraid that the average English score would really be caught up again, or might be squeezed out of the first exam room by the seven classes.

“Isn’t this good? Competing with each other and making progress.”

Lao He was not very anxious, turning over the short-term goals of his classmates one by one: “The goals of the children are to encourage, not to suppress them, to give them room to play…”

Being wolf-eyed by a class of students every day does affect the hair volume, but I have to admit that it also has many benefits for the benign competition of the students.

The head teacher of a class felt the last bit of hair uncomfortable for a while, but also cheered up again, and came together to gossip: “How is it, what is the 702 goal of your class?”

Yu Sheng’s score not only refreshed the history of the third middle school, but also almost leveled the record of the highest score in the provincial liberal arts.

Although there are cases where the liberal arts subject is relatively loose, subjective, and the scope of the test is not comprehensive, there may be some variables before the half year of the college entrance examination. But Yu Sheng’s score is still enough for a group of teachers who have been pressed by high schools with good students and good educational resources for many years to look forward to the birth of a city champion.

In particular, this Miaomiao politely declined the olive branch handed over from all the schools, indicating that the style of study at the Third Middle School is very suitable for the college entrance examination review, and I don’t want to go anywhere.

“Don’t call it 702, our child has a name, Yu Sheng, don’t put pressure on him.”

Lao He was nagging and turning, and soon found Zhang’s exceptionally neat handwriting in a stack of highly uniform “Crushing Class! English Chong Chong Chong!”

“…” The head teacher of the first class looked carefully for a while: “Subject 2, he still learns to drive?”

Lao He touched his chin: “It’s possible, he just turned 18, and he is legally allowed to learn a driver’s license.”

The third middle school is inclusive and supports students to develop their personalities, especially for students such as Sheng who are not able to be taught by teachers. Learning a car is not too outlandish.

The head teacher of the first class thought carefully for a long time: “Subject two… Do you need to study for two months?”

“Use it.” Lao He nodded and supported his glasses. “I studied for half a year. Subject two is very difficult.”

…

The short-term goal is to get the second Miao Miao in the classroom sitting in the classroom, holding the milk delivered by Jin Linkun at noon, and is giving a lecture to a group of students who are determined to overcome the difficulties of English.

Under the impetus of competition, the strong atmosphere of learning has covered the entire seven classes from the beginning of the small holiday.

When Qin Qin came back, he was flattered by the enthusiasm of his classmates for English. He quizzed about the supplementary lessons of the self-study class, and also handed over the content and progress of the supplementary tutor in detail with Jin Linkun, the temporary substitute teacher.

Jin Linkun was officially unemployed. After a few days of loss and emptiness, he resumed eating at noon every day and came to school to pick up Sheng.

Recently, the weather is getting colder and colder, and Hu Sheng is added to eat hot pot.

Jin Linkun, who is completely unaffected by cooking, has a good impression on the hot pot. After touching it twice, he thinks every day about what he can cook for children, and it starts every night after school. Send the menu and the bottom of the pot to let Yu Sheng choose.

I don’t know if it was to lure him out of school quickly.

“Look at it again, and then talk again.”

Yu Sheng glanced at the screen, returned two messages to Jin Linkun, and put down his phone: “Speak, where is not clear.”

Yu Sheng’s English is a knot, and once stuck on the vocabulary, this article finally turned over, and the learning progress began to advance by leaps and bounds.

The first difficulty in English is vocabulary, and the second difficulty is all kinds of tense grammar. Yu Sheng did not worry about the topic, nor did he bring much personal emotions. He came step by step. If he didn’t understand, he would teach it again.

There is no difference between the attitude and sitting on the back wall to fight for the town.

“…As a result, my question suddenly didn’t dare.”

Although I know that this evaluation is because the fight between Brother Sheng is also a calm spike with no emotional fluctuations, Yao Qiang still instinctively shivered and looked up at Duan Lei while holding the exercise book: “If I wrong another type of grammar question, Brother Sheng Would you push me up and nail the wall?”

Duan Lei couldn’t help himself, patting his head: “It’s not good, but you may be greeted by Brother Sheng. The game will be smooth, and you will not be poisoned. None of the teammates you encounter are tiankeng.”

Yu Shengzheng gave a lecture to the Academic Committee, Yao Qiang suddenly lost his soul and flew over: “Brother Sheng, you pin me on the wall…”

Yu Sheng: “…”

Yu Sheng felt that his attitude to the topic was more sincere than Jin Linkun, and he couldn’t figure out what the group thought of again, so he put down the pen to speak, and their squad leader suddenly ran in and gasped in: “Sen brother… Lao He found you ,Education Department.”

Yu Sheng has recently been busy going home to eat hot pot without even hitting a rack. I don’t know why I suddenly found myself at this time. I spoke to the Academic Committee again in a few words and picked up the phone to go upstairs.

–

The Education Department not only has Lao He, but also Jin Linkun.

There is another middle-aged man in his early forties.

Jin Linkun with one hand behind his back was trying hard to send him a message. One message was not finished. He had already seen himself at the door.

The man was wearing a suit and wearing gold wire glasses. He didn’t get used to the atmosphere of the Third Middle School at first glance. He could not explain to the director of the Education Department: “I am really Yu Sheng’s parent. The hukou thing…”

“Let’s come here for a while. How do you come to dig people to make up stories? Didn’t you say he was his cousin who has been lost for many years?”

The director of the Education Department has no idea how many foreign schools have been caught in these days to dig people. He has summed up a set of identification methods and glanced at him: “You say you are his parent, which class he is in, with his classmates Is it good to get along, what character is it, what hobbies and specialties, who is the teacher, and how is your academic performance?”

The middle-aged man opened his mouth, his expression slightly sluggish, and the hand preparing to hand over the business card suddenly stuck halfway.

The director of the Education Department sneered and chinned up towards Jin Linkun: “You said.”

“…” Jin Linkun turned his head back and protected Yu Sheng behind him: “Director–”

The child took his hand behind him.

The school’s heating came earlier than outside. Yu Sheng leaned against the window and the seat was next to the heating. Plus the thick clothes that he forced on him every day, his hands were not cold at all.

Jin Linkun stood for a while, holding that hand and slowly grasping it.

“High three and seven classes.”

Jin Linkun leaned down to meet Yu Sheng’s vision, and his voice was a little softer than usual: “It’s very good to get along with classmates, especially in their class. They are all willing to play with him. Their character is better than anyone else. Other people’s things can be done, like to learn, the piano plays very well, and several old professors of central sounds want to dig him.”

“Excellent, everything can be done well. This time the mock exam 702, English is still a little weak, and can continue to score points.”

Jin Linkun paused: “This is their teacher Mr. He, their math teacher surnamed Zhou, and his desk is opposite Mr. He. The English teacher is Qin, not Bao…”

“I’ve done it and brought people out-did you see it? I don’t care which school you belong to, I just leave, and our children have no time to take care of you.”

Seeing that the cubs in the school next door are talking more and more, it is almost necessary to figure out their entire teaching institution. The director of the education department interrupted in time, instructing Jin Linkun to take Yu Sheng home as soon as possible, glancing at the man at the table.

“I don’t know anything, parents of farts.”