Dont Talk To Me - Vol 2 Chapter 88

Jin Linkun: “…”

Yu Sheng: “…”

Yu Sheng: “What are you doing back?”

In fact, this accident did not remember that Jin Linkun had already written it in the second beat memo.

Because the children of their family beat half of them, they suddenly remembered their personal settings, and took a slow beat in his hand, he was quickly hugged into his arms, and he lowered his head and kissed the milk foam at the corner of his lips.

“Not at all.”

Jin Linkun looked down carefully and touched it on the other side of his lips: “My boyfriend never beats me, and the beating is also gentle.”

Yu Sheng was wrapped around his chest, his hand was raised halfway, and he was bound by someone and had to put it down: “…”

He felt that this man’s answer seemed to have some conspiracy.

In the activity room, no one usually comes, and the monitoring has been confused by a group of students who have nothing to do to play a card and have a meal, but the door is not locked after all, and it is still a bit dangerous to hug together in this empty classroom.

Jin Linkun cleaned the milk from the corner of the child’s mouth, let the person away, and touched his hair: “How many days’ leave will there be after the test? Are there any arrangements?”

“Three days.” Yu Sheng took the door, “Duan Lei said they would go out and indulge in fun after the exam. Lao He said that he provided the funds that the adult ceremony did not run out. The exact place to go has not been decided yet.”

Although studying hard is a long-term goal for the college entrance examination, as a student, you will always relax uncontrollably and fall into a carnival after each exam.

Then this short carnival will end with the commentary paper, and finally be completely destroyed in the wailing of achievements.

Repeatedly.

In order to suspend the beam of the midterm exam, everyone in Class 7 is eagerly looking forward to going out after the exam and letting go of the imprisoned soul.

Jin Linkun mentally calculated the time: “Next Thursday? Our school is on holiday…”

He said that he stopped halfway, touched the tip of his nose, and coughed into Yu Sheng’s eyes: “Really.”

Yu Sheng withdrew his eyes, turned down his phone, and looked at the timetable of the provincial demonstration.

There are too many cases of this person’s “just going on vacation”. There was a home-school co-construction day last Wednesday. He had planned to go out to help tidy up the class. As a result, he saw the familiar black shirt among a group of parents.

Later, Yu Sheng went to take a nap in their class to realize that that day their school sprinted, and three sets of mathematics difficulty test papers were taken each day.

The principal of the No. 3 Middle School came over to fight, and the teachers over the provincial demonstration almost all knew Sheng, and sometimes they would chat with the singular Miao Miao, who was a bad baby next door.

That day Yu Sheng took a nap and went back to class. They were quietly stopped by Jin Linkun and their class teacher: “Can you help me and tell Classmate Jin that you can ask for leave next time and take the test questions back to do. It is not necessary to do three sets of papers in one breath. After handing it over, it will cause unnecessary stimulation to other students’ psychology and spirit…”

This time Jin Linkun didn’t open his eyes to talk nonsense.

The finals of the literary show in their school was on Thursday and Friday. Jin Linkun’s class was just drawn to the audience. The senior three were not strict enough and they could slip out with a fake.

Yu Sheng did not know where these people were going to indulge. It was estimated that it was nothing more than an Internet cafe or KTV. Jin Linkun was already familiar with the seven shifts. Adding him alone would not hinder anything.

If you take this person to an Internet cafe, you might help Yao Qiang completely addicted to several abstinence games.

I never want to touch the keyboard again.

The children seemed to speak well today, Jin Linkun was very happy, and he joined him: “Can you bring me together?”

Yu Sheng finished dissecting the chicken wings: “I take you, you take your three sets of math papers.”

Jin Linkun’s requirements are very broad, and he doesn’t mind studying with his boyfriend on various occasions, holding the corner of his lips: “Yes, I can still bring my headlight.”

Yu Sheng raised his head and looked at Jin Linkun.

In fact, he didn’t want to go out with Duan Lei. They took a month-long lesson, and the review progress has been mediocre. It’s rare to take a vacation, it’s just right to immerse yourself in a sea-question tactic.

…

But this seems pretty good.

I don’t know when it will start. It seems that everything that two people can do together is suddenly marked red and bold, and becomes something inexplicably worth looking forward to.

Jin Linkun is imitating his dissection of the last chicken wing, and accidentally glanced at the arc of Sheng’s mouth: “What’s laughing?”

“It’s okay.” Yu Sheng smiled, took the chopsticks in his hand, and sharply removed the bone from the wing. “Open your mouth.”

Jin Linkun is still studying why the children’s hands are so beautiful. Hearing his words, he opened his mouth subconsciously, and Yu Sheng put a whole boneless chicken wings in his mouth.

“Headlights are not allowed.”

There are not many good students whom Class 7 students have met. Yu Sheng really did not want to leave a group of innocent students with too deep shadows, got up to pack things, and reminded him again: “You can bring that little electronic organ.”

Jin Linkun: “…”

The boyfriend’s memory is too good and a bit of a headache. Jin Linkun cleared his throat and helped him: “It is very good, but I still prefer to play it when we are only…”

The two men gathered together to gather things. The boy was tall and long, and his arms could touch elbows.

Jin Linkun turned his face and wanted to make another application to let Yu Sheng forget about it. Before he could speak, Yu Sheng was about to talk to him, and he turned his head.

Suddenly a little softness and warmth touched the lips.

Yu Sheng crumpled the paper cups into a ball, without looking at the trash can thrown backhand into the corner of the classroom, slightly raised his eyebrows.

The door was locked by Yu Sheng just now. Jin Linkun looked up and tried to hold his wrist, lowering his head and gently touching the corner of the child’s mouth.

Yu Sheng did not dodge.

There was only a gap left in the curtains, and the lukewarm sunlight squeezed in, and a small dazzling light fell.

Yu Sheng groped and grabbed his hand, raised his head, and caught the face-falling kiss.

As long as you are with this person, you can go anywhere.

The mid-term exams arrived as expected in a small number of people.

Except for the class where innocents are regarded as imaginary enemies, other classes don’t quite understand why Class 7 is so looking forward to the exam. Some students in a test room can’t help but look at their classmates: “What happened, this Did you pay for the exam?”

Duan Lei was firm in his stance and read the book intently while sitting on his seat: “There is a golden house in the book, is there any ambition?”

Aspiring male student: “…”

Yu Sheng’s test was a little outstanding last time, sitting at the beginning of the first test room, holding a bite of soy milk and drinking one bite, playing with a mobile phone under the table with one hand, chatting with Jin Linkun one after another.

Quite a lot of students in the examination room, especially the last few of the first examination room, all trembling and trying to turn over the book, trying to memorize a few more ancient essays and poems to fill in the blanks.

“Have you heard?” The person behind him lowered his voice. “This time the results are still ranked high, and all the scores are said to be available on the weekend.”

The next class of students was worried: “What should we do, if our average English score is really suppressed by class 7, will the class teacher be bald?”

…

Yu Sheng pillowed his arms and read the news Jin Jinkun sent to him.

Reverse storage: How are you nervous?

Reversing into the library: Recently, there are many schools that focus on grades, and the teacher asked me to suppress the score.

Reverse storage: We are discussing in this examination room, can you apply to let me go to the last row of questions, answer quietly, walk quietly…

The two schools are probably showing emotions, and their recent activities are quite synchronized. Even the mid-term exams are arranged on the same day.

Jin Linkun is also preparing for the exam there. Their classmates have been struck by the real strength recently revealed by Xueshen. Although they have accepted that this person’s brain is probably smashed by aliens, they still don’t want to talk to him. Exam together.

Looking at the news, Yu Sheng couldn’t help holding the corner of his mouth and lowered his head to hit the keyboard.

-tension.

-The first pressure test, no experience.

-Is there any reward for pressing 50?

No one in the two examination rooms understood this terrible dialogue, and it was filled with a tense and serious atmosphere, competing against each other to use the last time to study hard.

The mid-term examination is a judging paper in the school. At this time, each school will strive to give the top scores to its own school. On the one hand, guard against arrogance and impatience, strictly judge the volume and strengthen the details, on the other hand, it also reduces the attention of several other schools, as low-key as possible, and prepares for the competition for the city’s champion.

For the first time in the third high school, there was such a low-key opportunity, and the teachers were very excited. This time when the exam was finished, he was required to give him a low score, and he also needed his own help.

The news from Jin Linkun was sent back quickly: Yes.

Reversing into the warehouse: Children cheer, don’t worry, play normally.

Reverse storage: any reward will do.

Quite ordinary cheering content, Yu Sheng holding the phone, still unconsciously watched for a while.

The exam preparation bell rang, and a group of people packed up their schoolbags in a mourning and prepared for the exam. Yu Sheng took the time to return two messages to him, tucked the phone into the schoolbag, and put it in the front together.

The exam room was very quiet, and the invigilator teacher walked carefully with his side to hold his breath, a slight rubbing sound of the pen tip falling on the paper.

Yu Sheng scanned the passage of the article, the pen in his hand gently turned a circle, and settled between his fingers.

…Any reward.

The difficulty of the self-proposition in the Third Middle School is much worse than that of the Eighth School Entrance Examination. Yu Sheng has been used to the problem recently, and suddenly returned to this difficulty is almost a bit uncomfortable.

The desired reward was turned around, and the note of the short-term goal handed in at that time finally came from my mind.

After finishing the last answer sheet, Yu Sheng put it on the corner of the table, and the pen tip gently stroked on the cursive paper.

…

The two-day mid-term exam ended in a blink of an eye.

No matter how simple the papers are, some people are happy and some are sad. The students in Class 7 didn’t study hard at all. They all relied on intuition during the exam. They always feel sad. This time, I have a certain degree of certainty in some subjects. I didn’t expect it to be more sad to know clearly which question I answered incorrectly.

“Originally I know how many questions there are on this paper. I won’t be this feeling.”

Duan Lei pressed his chest: “I can even clearly feel the scores slipping away one by one in my hands, and hear their sounds…”

“Try your best.” The squad leader lay on the desk, dying, “Sports Committee, come, let’s discuss the direction of the carnival.”

The Sports Committee regretted and thumped: “How can I get this question wrong, I clearly missed this question…”

Yu Sheng failed to participate in everyone’s discussion.

As soon as the exam was over, the teachers judged his papers first, and Yu Sheng finished his only one-night self-study at the end of the day to prepare to go home, and was called to the office after leaving the class.

“Isn’t it good to score?” The principal made a bet with the principal next door, deliberately came down to inspect, holding the paper with pain. “Why is English still 130 points?”

The leader of the English group can’t help it: “Because there are only 25 points in English composition…”

Yu Sheng originally wanted to answer some questions, but he accidentally walked away during the exam, and the difficulty of the question was low. When he returned to God, he already filled the answer card.

No rubber.

A group of teachers were worried about the paper, and finally they could only try their best from the language and literary synthesis, barely staying together and pressing down for more than fifty cents.

Jin Linkun came to pick up their children and went home, helping to talk tenderly: “It’s okay, it’s okay for the first time. It’s more skillful if you press it a few times…”

Yu Sheng’s eyes quickly covered his mouth, and he quickly dragged out of the office in the surging murderousness of the teachers who found the bald head at the deduction point.

The winter days are short, and at this time, the sunset has fallen from the corridor. The two quickly descended the stairs and ran to the second floor before they stopped a little and gasped.

The day students have left the school, and the live students are studying for the last night. The corridor is empty, and there is no half figure.

Jin Linkun’s cell phone rang for a while, and he was looking down at what the director of their education department had sent to him, “I want to love and not spoil”, “High attention to strict requirements” and other text messages. Suddenly Yu Sheng shot his shoulder: “Brother, Look out the window.”

He didn’t pay attention and glanced out the window: “What–”

His wrist was caught in a moment of distraction, and the teenager hit the shoulder a little bit greenly, sealing him into the corner.

Jin Linkun’s movements paused.

The two were close to each other, and the subtle electric current crackled down the spine, almost emptying all the thoughts in his mind in an instant.

“Teacher.” Yu Sheng’s ears were also hot. “Two months is coming.”

He learned the new tricks from the group of people in his class, but he didn’t expect that this person would actually put on a set, saying that if he looks out, he really looks out.

The short-term plan I wrote is only half a month away, and it has not yet been realized. Yu Sheng put it on his shoulder, paused for a while, and then continued: “When did Subject 2 have any plans?”