Don't Talk To Me!

Chapter 23

The self-introduction, like a large-scale netizen rushing to a face-to-face exchange meeting, continued until dark.

The roommate who was buried in his studies suddenly started to fiddle with the phone, and the screen seemed to be very hard.

Jin Linkun thought he was playing a game, and once tried to go over to help, but was pushed back to his seat, and there was an extra two yuan gel pen in his hand that didn't dry quickly.

"Not afraid of falling."

Yu Sheng's words were short, and the pen in his hand turned around and stopped between his fingers: "Hurry up, don't lose your mind."

Jin Linkun was a little surprised, holding the pen in his hands for a while, raised his eyebrows, and his black eyes behind the lenses suddenly smiled.

He was hanging on the chair lazily at first, but now he suddenly stretched his arms, sat up straight seriously, and re-clamped the pen according to the instructions.

Yu Sheng didn't know what to teach about turning a pen, so he tried his best to sum up a few experiences: "...do you understand? Just turn it."

Jin Linkun nodded solemnly.

It was rare for him to sit up straight, with his wrist resting on the edge of the table, and he checked his status with a pen between his fingers.

Yu Sheng raised his head.

Jin Linkun lowered his eyelashes, his shoulders and back were clear and smooth, his long, cold, white fingers curled slightly, and the inconspicuous fountain pen swayed gently between his fingers.

It seems that there is some kind of casual attraction inexplicably.

Yu Sheng couldn't help frowning.

People with broad shoulders and good-looking hands are really annoying.

Yu Sheng resolutely ended the brief friendship lecture, looked away, and went back to prepare to continue brushing up questions.

Just after opening the exercise book, that pretty hand suddenly frantically fished it out.

When he failed to catch it, the pen fell to the table with another clatter.

……

After returning to the dormitory, Jin Linkun was still thinking about turning the pen.

Yu Sheng flipped through it all afternoon and had finished brushing the exercise book, so he threw it back to him and went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

Jin Linkun took it over, and continued to try again and again leaning against the desk without getting discouraged, comforting himself: "It's okay, this probably needs to be practiced slowly..."

Yu Sheng squeezed a big lump of hand sanitizer on the back of his hand, rubbed it vigorously for a while, and finally washed off the black spot that had been on the back of his hand all afternoon.

He wanted to say that this talent and comprehension basically didn't need to be practiced anymore, but he still didn't get out of his mouth.

"...Maybe it's a problem with the pen."

His hands were full of foam, Yu Sheng pressed his wrist against the faucet, dipped under the water and rinsed it off: "I'll find a special one for a turning pen later on."

"There is also a special one for this?" Jin Linkun was pleasantly surprised, "Can I use my skills?"

"No."

Yu Sheng wiped his hands, slammed the bathroom light off, expressionless: "Professionals don't have water, so they won't light a second light on my hand."

"..."

In Xueshen's growth experience, there is probably nothing that can't be done, and the failure of this matter has dealt a big blow to Jin Linkun.Yu Sheng ate something briefly, and when he washed up and went to bed, he saw a video tutorial on his computer screen with a spinning pen silently playing.

Yu Sheng lay back on the bed, not in a hurry to sleep, and put his arm on his pillow to organize his thoughts for the day.

Returning to the long-lost learning state is actually not as uncomfortable as imagined.

His habit of reading questions is different from others. He always reads the answers directly after reading the questions.After reading three or five questions of the same type, you can almost memorize them. When you see similar ones, you can directly write out the problem-solving process and put them in. If it is too difficult and complicated, you will add ten extra questions. up.

Although the memory is somewhat stronger than the average person's, and it doesn't take much effort to remember, Yu Sheng still needs to spend extra time to organize all these in order, so as not to be dizzy by the messy memory.

The dormitory is very quiet, and Jin Linkun has adapted to his study habits in the past two days.Without making a sound, he leaned back in the chair and withdrew page by page the scraps of paper that Yu Sheng had put in the workbook.

Even though the scratch paper is full of words, it is still very clean, and it is more like a well-organized note.

Yu Sheng's patience with the questions is actually very high. Even with the most basic questions, he still can't resist not skipping. A faint sharp edge.

It’s just that the writing is a bit too detailed, and even (1 point) was written silently.

Jin Linkun looked unconsciously as he withdrew: "This kind of place also gets one point? Don't you write deduction?"

"buckle."

Yu Sheng just finished sorting out his thoughts, got up and poured water to drink: "Jump, and the answer will be deducted if you write it correctly."

Jin Linkun raised his eyebrows in surprise, nodded, and continued to look at his papers one by one: "No wonder I'm always dissatisfied with the score, it's too dark..."

Yu Sheng mixed a glass of warm water, downed it in one gulp, and glanced at him.

Jin Linkun did the questions too fast, he couldn't control the speed of his thinking, and he might not be able to write down the whole process even if he turned around.In formal exams that are not all choices, they are not so dominant.

The handwriting on the straw paper is much easier to read than the exercise book. Jin Linkun read it quickly, and he had already scanned most of the book in a short while.

While he couldn't help commenting on the trivial scoring points every step of the way, he still carefully stacked up the calculation papers that he took out, and it seemed that he planned to take a folder to put it away later.

Yu Sheng frowned, and took away the pile of straw paper: "What's so good about this thing?"

With his hand empty, Jin Linkun raised his head: "Isn't it for me?"

He was sitting in the desk lamp, his whole temperament was softened a little by the warm yellow light, inexplicably overlapping with that photo for a moment.

Yu Sheng paused briefly, unmoved: "Have you finished reading it?"

Jin Linkun was very honest: "It's over, but—"

"Just read it."

Yu Sheng took out the stack of straw paper, rolled it casually, and threw it into the corner of the desk: "It's nonsense, don't keep everything."

Jin Linkun didn't stop him, he raised his hand and looked up.

Not long after washing, Yu Sheng's hair was still a little damp, and he was wearing a neat half-sleeve. The boy's unusually bright and clean breath could not be suppressed,

Jin Linkun couldn't help raising his hand, walked halfway and then turned around, touched the tip of his nose lightly, and smiled: "Thank you."

He was very frank, leaning back in the chair and looking up at him, his expression was even a little serious: "After reading it once, the thinking is much clearer."

Yu Sheng looked at his hand and couldn't help frowning.

He paused for a moment with the hand holding the cup, without saying a word, put down the cup, turned around and went back to bed to lie down.

The overhead light was not turned on, and only the desk lamp was turned on on Jin Linkun's desk. The light almost dimmed in the middle of the room, and this half of the bedroom was surrounded by quiet darkness.

When Jin Linkun thought he was sleepy, he turned the pages of the book more lightly.

"fine."

Yu Sheng covered his eyes with one hand: "Make a little noise, anything will do."

Jin Linkun was startled slightly: "Aren't you going to sleep?"

Yu Sheng was silent for a while.

"sleep."

He turned sideways and turned to the wall: "So make some noise."

There was a light sound on Jin Linkun's desk, and the book was put down.

Yu Sheng lay down for a while, his mind still could not calm down, so he could only bring up what he read today from his memory, repeat it and recite it silently.

There were indeed more voices behind him, footsteps, slight bumps, and the sound of moving chairs, all sounded quietly and clearly in the small space.

Yu Sheng closed his eyes, and was about to go to bed after reciting the last page, when a light from the desk lamp suddenly lit up.

Jin Linkun held the book and sat down beside his bed.

Yu Sheng: "..."

Yu Sheng turned around: "There is no need to make such a big noise."

"I tried it just now, and sitting here just blocks the light."

Jin Linkun obviously thought this was appropriate, and sincerely suggested, he raised his hand and licked his hair: "Talk for a while, and sleep when you're sleepy."

Yu Sheng's shoulders under the quilt stiffened slightly.

He lay motionless for a while, turned slightly, and turned sideways to face him.

Jin Linkun's hand was still resting on top of his head, and with such a movement, it seemed to be pressing and rubbing lightly twice.

"For a while last year, I suddenly felt that studying was boring, so I went to the youth training base and tried e-sports for a year."

Jin Linkun withdrew his hand and flipped through the book, and continued to look at the rest of the straw paper by the light: "Later, I found that learning is easier, so I came back."

……

Considering this person's skill in turning pens, Yu Sheng didn't really believe it.

But Jin Linkun spoke too seriously, and Yu Sheng looked at the shadow under the lamp, and after a while, he cooperated casually: "What level?"

Jin Linkun paused, and adopted a more tactful way of setting off the side: "When I was playing games, some people thought I was a power leveling."

Yu Sheng couldn't hold back and laughed.

"real."

Jin Linkun was very serious: "I was on my own account a year ago. The increase in strength was too sudden, and the hatred was too great. A while ago, there were always people chasing and beating me..."

He was still flipping through the pages, when he suddenly felt a page with a different feel, and subconsciously turned to the light: "What is this?"

"Huh?" Yu Sheng was indeed sleepy, his consciousness was half blurred, and he was pulled back by Kankan.

He rubbed his eyes before he remembered: "Basic information form, just put it on the table for me."

Jin Linkun agreed, couldn't hold back, and glanced at the basic information sheet again.

The form has been filled out to the end, probably completed, but the parent column and the emergency contact below are all empty.

"Don't think about it, my parents are still here."

Yu Sheng guessed what he was thinking, and interrupted aloud: "I forgot their phone numbers, put them on my desk, I will check them later and fill them out together."

For high school students, their parents are the first priority when anything happens. If they fill in their parents, they will make calls regardless of whether the emergency contact column is empty or not.

Yu Sheng filled out the form a few times in No. [-] Middle School, and then his memory grew, so he simply left it blank, and finally there were no more troublesome things.

After filling out the form, he stuffed it directly into the exercise book, and then forgot to take it out, not intending to let Jin Linkun see it.

Jin Linkun didn't speak.

Yu Sheng rolled his eyelids, propped his arms, and got ready to get up by himself.

He just sat up, but Jin Linkun had already closed the exercise book and put it beside Yu Sheng's pillow.

Yu Sheng frowned: "Why?"

Jin Linkun pressed him to lie back, and lifted the quilt to cover him.

He touched a pen, leaned down, used the exercise book to fill in a string of numbers on the form, and signed his name.

"This kind of thing is not that troublesome, just fill in me."

Jin Linkun made the final decision, and by the light, he turned to show him the form: "Remember my phone number, my phone number is easy to remember."

The light was a bit dazzling, and Yu Sheng unconsciously squinted his eyes.

Jin Linkun's black eyes behind the lens were slightly curved, and he put his palm on the back of his neck and rubbed it: "Okay, I will be your emergency contact next time."

The author has something to say: God Kun, a kind, careful man who has become his father.