Don’t Talk To Me!

When I dreamed of it, it suddenly broke.

Yu Sheng lost his mind to continue to sleep, propped his arms up, and grabbed his phone for a while.

It's been a long time since I've dreamt of this, and there is another passionate recitation of English around me. Yu Sheng slowed down for a while before realizing that he was no longer in the classroom of the second grade.

And never have to go back.

A little trance in the heart fell a little, Yu Sheng blinked his eyes, suddenly dark in front of him.

A hand was caught in front of him.

His fingers were long and his fingers were slightly stretched, and he was shaking back and forth.

Yu Sheng lifted Jin Linkun's hand: "Why."

He didn't wake up, his throat was uncomfortable, and he realized that he was so dumb with one mouth that he couldn't help clearing it twice.

"Have a nightmare?"

Jin Linkun carefully looked at his face, changed his hand, and touched his forehead.

Yu Sheng still remembers his excuse, but he was so inexplicably lazy that he didn't want to move, so he didn't care about that hand anymore and dropped his phone to glance at him: "I need my stomach hurt again?"

Jin Linkun's hand paused, only to remember what he was talking about, opened his mouth, smiled: "No."

He raised his arm, his back stopped for a while between Sheng's foreheads, and he changed his palms over his head again: "It's a little worried to see you look bad."

His tone was ordinary and ordinary, and he didn't bring the usual lazy underbeat posture at all, making the whole sentence seem to be spoken seriously.

Yu Sheng unconsciously froze for a few seconds.

He didn't know if he was really a little hot, so that the warmth on that hand seemed to be less obvious, only that the strength on the palm seemed to be exceptionally stable and quiet.

Qi Long's fingers bent slightly and pressed against his forehead.

The palm is softer than imagined.

Yu Sheng closed his eyes and didn't explode, pushing the hand on his forehead flatly.

The still unconscious temple hurts, and together with the dream that has not been completely dispersed, the brief picture flashes disorderly, and the long-forgotten memories come up again.

After being rejected, the man's eyes were a little meaningful, the teacher's words stopped before he took the stage, and the same manuscript on the lecture stage.

Still remembering his name and handing it to him with the certificate, he was taken off the stage again, and in the first trophy that was smashed by thousands of people.

The woman hugged the teenager and comforted in a low voice.

The familiar eyebrows frowned, and it seemed that his eyes were soft on him.

— Haven’t there been so many awards? Is it important to get another one?

— You study well and are smart. These are very easy for you, but the younger brother is different from you. The younger brother works very hard and memorizes for several days...

—Mom is not easy, why can't you understand mom?

...

Yu Sheng closed his eyes.

"No need."

He heard his voice, and blocked back Jin Linkun’s arm: “It’s okay to worry, it’s none of your business.”

Hasn’t there been so many awards?

Didn’t you say that you can go home and have a meal after winning the award?

What I have been trying to do has suddenly become a meaningless joke.

He didn't care about his fever at home, his parents didn't care about his conversations, the family's answer to the contest was unmanaged, and he accidentally broke his wrist before the speech contest.

It's because he has good grades and can easily win an award, so he's in charge.

The man's unpredictable eyes and the broken trophy ridiculed him swiftly, and the gentle confusion and disappointment in the woman's eyes became the last straw and pressed up.

He opened her hands little by little, stepped back, and raised his head.

The teenager's eyebrows cooled down for the first time, and the shadows were sharp and sharp, with thorns without temperature.

...

Yu Sheng tried hard to suppress those thoughts that were inexplicably surging because he touched his forehead, but he failed to succeed, frowned, clenched his fist against the temple, crushed it hard, and closed his eyes.

He is not the same as other people. He will see the picture directly in his mind when he sees it. No matter what, he can remember it with a glance, and he is more secure than others.

Most of the time, the picture can be properly managed, but once it is tumbling, it will stir him out of time, and it can't be suppressed smoothly.

Really don't know others, Yu Sheng picked up the name of the **** around him a little bit in the churning thoughts: "Jin Linkun."

He clenched his fist: "...help me."

The chair beside him fell loudly, and the temperature immediately came from a distant place, against his arm.

Soon, it was as if the temperature had been kept not far away, never going far.

Yu Sheng rested for a while and reached out to him: "Lend me a book."

Jin Linkun stunned: "What?"

"Books." Yu Sheng repeated. "Any book will do."

He now desperately needs to see something, turn his attention away, and stop thinking about those bad things.

Jin Linkun was probably shocked by his request, and stopped a moment in a daze. Before Sheng opened his eyes, he handed the book in his hand.

Yu Sheng took it and opened it.

Yu Sheng closed the book and looked at the cover.

"Problem Correction for Grade 8 English Majors"

...

Jin Linkun: "Don't you like it?"

Yu Sheng was expressionless.

Jin Linkun stood up along the edge of the table, patted his shoulder, and looked around: "No problem, I can."

He left his seat and circled the entire activity room. He bent over and stopped for a while before each table.

Xueshen went on a tour, and all the instincts in the room were aware of the oppression. The activity room was briefly quiet for a moment, and everyone intently lowered his head to find out his mobile phone.

[Study makes me unhappy: Can I ask, what are the gods doing now? 】

[Answer cannot be too fast: ... a walk? 】

[Struggle for the first: conspiracy theory, maybe to crush and ridicule us. Although he didn't speak, I had already noticed the disdain for us mortals between his slightly raised eyebrows and the corners of his lips. 】

[Combination of numbers and shapes: It is indeed a liberal arts student. When I want to describe this scene, I can only think of the words of pale pretense. 】

[I love the small slider: But the central idea is probably right. Kun God may just come and see how low-end reference books we are reading. By the way, when passing by, I cruelly pointed out the wrong questions on our paper. 】

Jin Linkun just walked out a few steps, and found that the school bullies in a room were holding their reference books and hurriedly hiding in the table, and some people even stuffed the paper into the school bag.

...

This year's new senior three is indeed a lot more serious and lively than the previous unity.

The predecessor God, who took a year off, went around the field for a whole week, looked at the smooth desktop, and finally borrowed a copy of "Six Level Vocabulary Root + Association" from Classmate Kong.

Jin Linkun returned to his seat, leaned against the table, flipped the green and bright book in his hand, and handed it to Yu Sheng very seriously.

"This is good." He was sincere. "This one also has illustrations."

Two hours later, Yu Sheng looked up on the bed in the dormitory, feeling that he might indeed be evil.

You need to buy a charm, burn it with ash, drink it in water, and then sleep like that.

He actually sat in the classroom and recite the sixth grade words for two hours.

After the speech contest, he never read English at a glance, and his vocabulary regressed badly without review. Most of the words were already quite strange.

When he didn't study at the beginning of the third year, he was still instinctively unfit and tried to open the book a few times.

But every time I flipped the pages of the book and jumped out with the English words, it was the trophy that was shattered to the ground, and the young boy who was guarded across the face was angrily corrupted and proud.

And the pair with a bit of distress, hiding a little disappointed eyes.

Yu Sheng still does not regret that he went directly to the stage and carried the exact same manuscript at that time, so that the kid who stole his speech and slurred Chinese English, and stood on the stage and read the manuscript several times Hongdi stood beside for five minutes.

I don’t regret to have thoughtfully wished him a smooth trip abroad before the separation. In the future, I will never be seen by anyone who does such a shameful thing, and I will not be punished accidentally.

He just suddenly felt unnecessary.

After the high school entrance examination, he didn't go to the headquarters anymore. He just picked up a high school that no one had ever known to participate in any provincial or municipal competitions and half of the seats in the parent meeting were empty.

Unexpectedly, no one managed him, no one came to ask him why he was so violent.

If it weren't for the two extra money on the card that would come up regularly, he almost forgot about his parents.

...

But I don’t know why. When Jin Linkun put his shoulder on his shoulder, turned a page of words and pointed at the illustration above, and worked hard to make a story for him, there was something that had been stuck in his chest. Suddenly loosened.

Jin Linkun went out after the event, and did not know where to go. The bedroom was empty and quiet, Yu Sheng couldn't sleep, picked up the phone and turned it over.

Just click on the updated interface of the mobile game, the dormitory door suddenly banged.

Jin Linkun dragged a suitcase that seemed to weigh a lot, bumped into the door, rubbed his upper arm and relieved, and picked up the cup at the table and poured two sips of water.

Yu Sheng frowned, sat up, and turned on the light poppingly: "What?"

When going to the General Assembly Hall, Jin Linkun took his personal ID form. There were actually a lot of luggage brought to the dormitory. A huge suitcase was thrown under the bed, and it was packed.

Yu Sheng thought that this was enough. He didn't expect there was a second suitcase.

Jin Linkun was squatting on the ground to lay the suitcase down, raised his head after hearing the news, and rolled the cuff with relief, photographing the suitcase: "No problem this time."

Yu Sheng raised his eyebrows.

He was a bit confused about what the man was doing, and got out of bed with his arms: "What--"

Yu Sheng: "..."

A suitcase full of books.

"A Brief History of Human: From Animal to God", "Social Contract Theory", "A Brief History of Time", "Chinese History", "Crests and Valleys", "Feynman Lectures on Physics", "Naming Reactions in Organic Synthesis" Strategic Application.

Facing Jin Linkun's very confident gaze, Yu Sheng was silent for a while and took a step back.

The piece of chest that had just been inexplicably loosened was resolutely, strictly and firmly plugged back.