Don’t Talk To Me!

Suddenly there was an unexpected upgrade.

The leader of the second group raised his hand and looked at the front and back, a little trance.

In the silence, the boy who had previously rolled up his sleeves and said that he would prepare three sets of plans took a step back and swallowed: "Team leader, shall we...draw again?"

"No, you can't change it when you're done."

The group leader of the seven groups gritted their teeth, picked up a piece of paper with the number 17 on them, and stuffed it into his hand: "Liang Yifan, you have also been drawn. Let's set rules with them first -"

"Team leader!"

Liang Yifan gripped his hand firmly and lowered his voice quickly: "Although you always change our name because we are blind, you must remember my name. I don’t hide it. My name is Liang Yifan from T city. No.1, liberal arts, the nickname is to save me, the big guy is behind me..."

Seven group leaders: "..."

Fairly agreed, the dignity of the school bulls should not be provoked, and the result of the lottery was not modified in the end.

The second group selected three boys who ranked in the top 75 in the province on average. Two of them wore thick glasses. The only one who did not wear glasses was Liang Yifan's high school classmate named Shan Zhuo. Nine, I heard that the university that just delivered TOP2 successfully.

Seven groups selected the big guy, big guy and save me big guy again behind me.

"Don't your group compare this one at the end?"

The second group was almost shocked by the result of the lottery, and took a step back. After seeing the reaction of the seven groups of students, the two big brothers were not necessarily willing to participate in this level of competition, and quickly regained their arrogance.

"Don't you dare to compare? No less wasting time to go back to study and waste less time!"

"It's not that I haven't reminded you that your team's strength is not as good as not coming, so you can save yourself from being mistreated."

"It's okay, admit defeat earlier, and the toilet can leave you two places by the pit..."

...

The seven groups of students were very angry, and several boys were about to come out at that time, and they were caught by their companions in time.

Strictly speaking, the toilet is actually a relatively broad concept.

It is divided into two parts. Outside is a washroom, which is used to wash and wash clothes for classmates who are too lazy to pack up. The lights were on all night, very bright and clean.

The dispute between the two groups this time is also mainly the right to use this part of the area.

There are many seven groups of dormitories distributed on the fourth floor. Originally, seven groups of students have been studying here, but they were occupied by the other party's bucket without being greeted.

The seven groups were not ready to grab hard. Originally, they planned to simply negotiate clearly, draw a line to set rules, and the two sides would do just fine.

Who knows that the other party is so unreasonable and his attitude is arrogant.

The seven group leaders took part in such a quarrelsome quarrel for the first time. They were a little upset and flushed: "No! You don’t want to stand here, I’ll find them--"

He grabbed the note and turned back, and when he pulled away the crowd, he rushed back angrily, and his footsteps suddenly stopped.

Liang Yifan still tried to find a chance to save the situation, and then rushed out without stopping, hitting him with his head.

The crowd was separated from the road, and the view was flat, leading straight to the corner of the corridor.

...

In a silent gaze, Jin Linkun raised his hand and patted on Sheng's shoulder: "Friend, you guessed it."

Yu Sheng was expressionless and polite to him: "It's not strange, I guessed it was more accurate than this."

Jin Linkun raised his eyebrows and bowed his shoulders in curiosity.

Yu Sheng, who had guessed himself into the summer camp, did not intend to introduce his glorious record. He took his sleeve, took that arm away from his shoulder, and extended his hand directly to the seven group leaders.

The leader of the seven groups was startled, hesitating for a while, and tentatively handing over the remaining two notes.

The process of persuading the two bigwigs is easier than actually imagined.

Yu Sheng had to overcome the inertia of doing things before he could do it. Without Jin Linkun's reminder, he didn't even think of the option of refusing to participate after being drawn.

The seemingly less gregarious Kun-kun hadn't had time to say a refusal, and Yu Sheng dragged two steps forward, pushing his glasses down and looking down, looking kindly and helplessly with a sigh.

That's how two defending toilets in the second town are tied.

"..."

Liang Yifan's heart was ashamed, and he was paralyzed in the seat in the front row of the two big brothers. He looked at the round glasses boy holding the dragon pen and the chalk pen on the blackboard: "Night elf, you better tell me you are not giving me Ready for memorial service..."

Cen Rui disdain: "Fart, this is called the mobilization meeting, for you alone."

He was the first to discover the sanctuary of toilets, and he was also very enthusiastic in the battle of defense. He picked up the eraser and carefully wiped the traced edge, knocking on the podium: "Liang Yifan, the two great gods can go back and prepare, do you have any enthusiasm?"

...

Liang Yifan stretched his arms and looked out the window.

"If you think that after being sighed, Kun Kun was pulled out because they couldn't wait to prepare for the defense."

Liang Yifan sincerely raised his hand: "I think I am probably qualified to lie and win."

"..."

"All right, cheer up."

The seven team leaders clapped their hands, cut off the chats, and arranged their work resolutely: "Cen Rui, draw your mobilization bulletin carefully, get the information of those people in a moment, and then get to the next Tetris. Xia Junhua, find a few Rubik's cubes to come back and practice first. Practice. Dong Jue, hand over your Sudoku books, remember to wipe the answers..."

The summer camp is a group that disrupts the division of arts and sciences. The members of both groups are rational and random. It is inevitable that it will be unfair than brushing questions.

These items were decided by the leader of the two sides, to avoid the accidental errors that may be caused by the division of arts and sciences. Each of the three people who are tentatively selected will have a victory in the activity room on the top floor of the training building three days later.

Things have developed to this point, and the significance of this victory has undoubtedly far surpassed a small toilet.

The world is so unpredictable that no one of the seven groups of students is going to study at night.

Girls gathered together to help copy Sudoku, the computer was busy debugging keying, and several of them who took the Rubik's Cube with them also contributed.

Even the deputy group leader Kong Jiahe was infected by the atmosphere and couldn't help following it. He took the stage to help draw a few white flowers on the mobilization board.

When Lao Wanlai walked by himself late in the evening, he almost thought that he had walked into the wrong classroom, and looked in and out repeatedly three times before pushing the door open again.

...

"Very good, these are activities that help learning."

Lao Wan backed his hands, circling with satisfaction, nodding: "Sudoku can exercise logical thinking, Rubik's cube can exercise people's spatial imagination ability. Tetris also has high requirements for concentration, concentration and reaction speed. "

As an old teacher from H, Lao Wan was a bit too enlightened. Not only did he not criticize and educate the behavior of the students, but he also took a chair and sat down together, took a Rubik's cube and tried to screw it up: "Which three small classmates have we selected, has the distribution plan been decided?"

With Lao Wan's off-site assistance, when Yu Sheng was led into the classroom by Jin Linkun rubbing his head, he was already assigned to his own project.

Jin Linkun is responsible for Sudoku, and Yu Sheng is responsible for twisting the Rubik's cube.

Liang Yifan is just an ordinary innocent junior high school liberal arts classmate. After comprehensive analysis of winning and losing rates, he is responsible for playing a dozen Tetris casually.

"Two wins in three innings. Obviously, you must adopt a strategy of keeping two fights for one. The same is true for your exams."

While seeing the stitches, the patient is still patiently teaching the test-taking skills to the seven groups of students: "In any case, make sure you are sure, and you must spend more than 80% of the time on the rest. Used to give questions that have no idea at all."

"Especially in the face of the final math finale multiple-choice questions, sometimes there are situations that clearly exceed the difficulty of the normal syllabus, which is used to make your mentality collapse."

I patted Kong Jiahe, who was hard at work, and Lao Wan walked around and followed the temptation: "You must overcome the psychological obstacles. Believe that in the case where you will not at all, the result of direct and forced action is almost the same. You Meng Yimeng can also save time for more original topics..."

Sitting in the back row, Yu Sheng was shocked by the ubiquitous richness of learning.

"Rest assured, these words will be memorized after the third year of high school."

Jin Linkun spent a month in the provincial high school before the suspension of school. He was very familiar with this atmosphere, leaning his shoulders on it, and many people came to comfort him in a posture: "The habit is just fine."

Yu Sheng glanced over at him.

Jin Linkun leaned back in his chair, with two stacks of high-level Sudoku exercises just sent by the seven leaders.

I didn't take the pen, but my eyes fell casually, and I moved a page from one stack to another after dozens of seconds.

This person just politely told the team leader that his ability is limited and he will do his best to help.

Yu Sheng looked at it for a while, and remembered that before going out, Jin Linkun asked him with no tone.

The two people have known each other for a longer time, and sometimes he suddenly feels that Jin Linkun may be hiding things that are less easily noticeable in addition to beating and beating more.

Yu Sheng fiddled with the Rubik's cube a few times, put it down, pulled out the schoolbag and turned it over.

Jin Linkun had finished calculating a page of Sudoku before changing to another stack, and the desktop was suddenly knocked lightly.

Subconsciously, Yu Sheng's hand stopped at the corner of his desk.

Holding something, he knocked twice and urged him a little impatiently: "Stretch your hand."

Jin Linkun looked at him, and after a moment, his right hand passed unconsciously.

There was a desk blocking it, and Yu Sheng's hand came over, and his fisted fist hung in his hand, loosening.

A big white rabbit fell in his hand.

Jin Linkun bowed his head and raised his eyebrows gently.

Jin Linkun: "Friends..."

"Not yours."

Yu Sheng knew what he was going to ask when he heard it. He didn't get angry and glanced at him: "I bought it newly, do you want it?"

He was going to get the sugar back, Jin Linkun had raised his wrist in time, palms closed, and quickly put the sugar into his palm: "Yes."

Jin Linkun's hand was in a hurry, but Yu Sheng's raised hand was stopped by the board, and he went into a trance.

It was just wrapped in the dry and warm grip.

Both were stunned.

The desks for the evening self-study are seated in two rows, sitting close to each other.

As long as I noticed each other's breathing sounds, I now maintain some strange postures inexplicably, and my heartbeats are a little bit delayed.

"Sheng-Brother Sheng, Brother Sheng."

With the love and encouragement of the whole group, Liang Yifan buried his head and played Tetris for half an hour. From the front row, he tried to communicate with him to prepare for the experience: "You play Rubik's cube-

Liang Yifan: "..."

In the face of the two big brothers, they have begun to vaguely spark a gas field with sparks. Liang Yifan is dominated by his strong desire to survive, maintaining the movement of turning around, turning back slowly and stiffly, quietly.

Seven groups of WeChat groups vibrated quickly again.

[Save me the big brother is behind me again: Help me, I dare not look back, who can tell me what the two big guys are doing. 】

[Shivering night elves: What are you doing, big brother? Are you the boss? 】

[The N big at four o'clock in the morning-Kong Jiahe: Classmate Liang, teacher Wan said, the problem is to do the problem, the game is a competition, you can not give up so quickly. You should continue to play games seriously now. 】

[Save me gangster again:...]

[Late sleep makes me happy: the deputy leader is right. Classmate Liang, play with your little Russian cube, please treat it with the same attitude as the small slider with friction coefficient. 】

[Save me big brother: Your uncle. 】

[Late sleep makes me happy:? 】

[Save me: my **** student is a scholar. 】

...

The subsequent WeChat vibrations did not affect the collision between the two big brothers.

Jin Linkun slowly grasped the sugar and raised his head, his eyes fell on Sheng.

Yu Sheng's shoulders stretched slightly, his eyebrows frowned, and his hands pumped out.

The young man’s hands were extremely thin and strong, and the bent knuckles pressed against his fingertips, violently ramming.

Jin Linkun opened his mouth.

Suddenly, the brain that can operate the eight-core mental arithmetic Sudoku suddenly gets stuck.

Before the reaction came, his hand was squeezed again and blurted out: "Why is the hand so cold again?"

Yu Sheng: "..."

In addition to beating and even beating, this man has no third side to his mother.

When he was taught to take a pulse, his hands were cold, but now he was given candy, but he dared to think that his hands were cold.

Yu Sheng lowered his head and looked at the chair under his buttocks, barely holding back, pressing his temper and pumping his hands out little by little: "No heat, let go."

Jin Linkun's hand was instinctively loose, Yu Sheng confiscated, and the back of his hand hit the board with a thud.

...

[Save me: I will ask, does the gas field behind me allow me to look back now? 】

In the next two hours, Liang Yifan did not dare to look back.

The students in the seven groups did not have time to take care of his young souls, all gathered together, and watched Cen Rui from the summer camp official website hacking the resume information of the three opponents.

"Is it such an inch?"

Cen Rui rolled his mouse and couldn't help but sigh: "In addition to Lao Liang's high school classmate, the team leader took out the remaining two, just one of them participated in the World Rubik's Cube competition, got the certification, and one participated in Chinese Sudoku In the championship, 3000 out of 200 entered the semi-finals..."

Xia Junhua followed him on the side and couldn't help feeling: "Our team leader is so lucky."

The seven group leaders opened their mouths, did not speak, and remorsefully drew their right hand.

Listening to this group of over-the-top school bulls lamenting the bad luck, Yu Sheng twisted the Rubik's cube a few times and couldn't help raising his head.

If it is a pure draw, of course it cannot be so coincidental.

He originally wanted to talk, looked at the group of people who sighed, but still did not break, and leaned back again.

The result is already out, and it doesn't matter how it comes out. Even if I really went to find it, it was estimated that the evidence would have been given to the corpse.

"It doesn't matter. What matters is the process of hard work. In this process, you still gain something."

Lao Wan was holding a tea cup and patiently built psychological construction for his classmates: "We have fought for it. Whether it is unsuccessful or not, it is actually not so important... By the way, what is our team's purpose for this competition?"

Seven groups of students: "..."

Lao Wan: "?"

No one was so embarrassed to tell Lao Wan the reason for the game. Lao Wan sipped a few sips of tea. The boy at the door who sent the whistle suddenly came back quickly: "Shut up, the teacher is here!"

The whole classroom is concerned about the opponents and the winning percentage of the game. He spoke a little louder, and accidentally attracted the summer camp teacher who was responsible for the inspection.

"Practice speaking."

Lao Wan took the initiative to cover the door and made a gesture to the house with his hands behind his back: "The children learn dumb English. The conversation is too hard. It takes too much exercise to strengthen the context."

The seven groups of students immediately grasped the idea and quickly hid the Rubik's Cube. They blocked the computer in twos and threes and discussed how to use the principle of Tian Ji horse racing to achieve two wins in three games.

As a result of the discussion, the first item abandoned was the Tetris in Liang Yifan's hands.

"Is it necessary to lose the small cube? Does the small cube have dignity?"

The next class student Ma Liang Yifan was very unwilling and hugged his computer to protest: "Maybe his keyboard will suddenly become unusable. I will win if I hit it seriously!"

"The highest record in three minutes?"

Xia Junhua looked at the probe: "Wake up, pour a glass of water on the keyboard to make it jump on its own, it may all last longer than if you play hard in a round."

Liang Yifan: "..."

The hard-hit Liang Yifan hugged the computer, squatting in the corner alone and stubbornly, and continued to fight the falling blocks on the screen.

After discussing for a while, the problem came back a bit, and they looked up in unison, and looked at the last row of two big brothers who had high hopes.

The situation between the two big brothers seems to have temporarily calmed down.

Yu Sheng moved to the side for at least five centimeters, and he played with the Rubik's Cube at one time. His speed was not fast. It seemed that he was not very skilled.

Jin Linkun leaned on the back of the chair and didn't seem to be doing any questions, but was reviewing those Sudoku questions with unknown meaning at a rate of tens of seconds.

He didn't know what was in his mouth, and his cheeks were bulging, but he inexplicably diluted the state of lazy alienation.

[Sleeping late makes me happy: I’m so careless, Rubik’s Cube and Sudoku are not as good as those who learn. Will the God of Learning be not good at it? 】

[Shivering night elves: Not necessarily... don’t both say that these two are the magic weapon to learn gods? 】

[Stay up late at night: The words are correct, but our two big brothers obviously no longer need to rely on this pretense. 】

[Early to bed and early to rise: mainly because the opponent specializes in this. Even if they are at a normal level, they may not necessarily be able to win. 】

...

Kong Jiahe was a lot more brave than in real life in the group. He followed the entire chat log from beginning to end, picked up his phone, and typed carefully.

[N at 4 am-Kong Jiahe: External factors are invariable and have no meaning to discuss. According to the broad theory of Tian Ji horse racing, considering the known condition that "Liu Liang is not good at any of these three items", we should let Liang Liang be responsible for the one with the least chance to win two games probability. 】

[Save me: ...Vice leader, I thank you. 】

[N at 4 am-Kong Jiahe: No need to thank you, classmate Liang, come on, you are the best. 】

"Blame me."

Seeing that Liang Yifan had started to hit the wall, the seven group leaders became more blamed and put down their phones: "I have a bad luck, and it is affecting everyone."

His tone was too low, and the seven groups of students were all startled.

"Team-Team leader, it has nothing to do with you."

Xia Junhua cleared his throat and raised his hand to pat his shoulder: "This thing is a matter of probability. In principle, it will not change with the lottery..."

"Yes." The boy on the edge quickly helped. "It may be that the sky wants to take me to the bathroom. It doesn't matter. We can also open up other battlefields. We have to squat to death in a pit."

"...When you say that, I suddenly don't really want to go to that place."

Cen Rui: "Team leader, let's let them let them lose."

Everyone, I said one word, scrambled to share the responsibility, and finally decided to study over the wall and eat supper next night.

Yu Sheng still held the Rubik's Cube in his hand, and he didn't quite understand how things suddenly went in such a pessimistic development direction. He subconsciously glanced at Jin Linkun.

Jin Linkun leaned back in his chair.

Sudoku on the table has changed from two stacks to a stack, stacked neatly, with a pen pressed on it.

He held his arms, his eyes fell on the crowd, his expression was very weak, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Yu Sheng frowned.

The last minute of self-study was just over, and the bell of the get out of class rang clearly.

The seven groups of students who had been busy for one night hadn't passed their excitement yet. After talking about supper, one or two of them had an appetite.

The situation seems to have little chance of success. Everyone temporarily put aside the event of the game, dragging the leader Ding Zhengjiao who is still blaming himself, and gathered together to choose several restaurants that can eat supper.

Lao Wan smiled in the bell and gently rejected the dinner invitation of his classmates, and he tirelessly urged everyone to pay attention to safety when traveling at night, holding a tea cup and going out.

A group of people gave up in the corridor for a while, but still threw Liang Yifan into the classroom, and handed him the responsibility of inviting the two big men to turn the wall together.

Liang Yifan wanted to cry without tears, trembling: "Kun God, Sheng, Sheng Brother... Do you want to have supper?"

The aura of the two big brothers in the back row was too strong. He sat in front of the two men for so many self-study nights, and he never dared to go back and talk.

Dizzy and forced to get along with Tetris for one night, Liang Yifan is now looking at everything and plopping down, taking advantage of the inability to see the look of the two, narrowing his eyes and taking the opportunity to be bold It’s been a hard night, rest, relax, relax..."

"go with."

Yu Sheng interrupted succinctly: "You go first, send me the place."

Liang Yifan put down half of his heart as if it were amnesty, and glanced at Jin Linkun on the side: "Kun God..."

Jin Linkun smiled kindly: "Go, I--"

Suddenly, he flicked a hand into the table and pressed Yu Sheng's hand.

Yu Sheng pressed his hand to the back of his hand, palm pressed the sugar placed in the table, raised his eyebrows to see him.

"..."

Jin Linkun bent his knuckles and tapped twice on Sheng's metacarpal bone.

Yu Sheng was unmoved.

Jin Linkun's hand stopped, tentatively overlaid, and patted the back of his hand.

The space in the table chamber is not large, and the range of activities available is smaller. The two strengths he shot inexplicably showed a particularly gentle illusion.

Yu Sheng's arms stretched instinctively, and he still didn't hide, his palms bent, and he grabbed the candy again.

Stalemate.

Liang Yifan stood staring at the table, a little hesitant about whether he should do an eye exercises or not. The mobile phone was shocked, and the seven internal news groups jumped out first.

[Shivering night elves: @救我，許許不讓? What are you doing? 】

[Save me: ...I don’t know, it’s hard to describe in words. 】

[Late sleep makes me happy:? ? 】

[Quit coffee or stay up late: Wake up Laoliang, are you not a liberal arts student? What about the dignity of liberal arts students? 】

【help me:……】

Liang Yifan raised his hand and rubbed his eyes vigorously.

[Save me: Probably, break your wrist. 】