Don’t Talk To Me!

The newly-increased rank nine has become a new hotspot in the forum. Song Heming is not worthy of having a name and is stepped into the dust of history.

In addition to the individual unintentional forums, the seven groups of students were all led by Cen Rui and the 300-round battle of the spray game. They watched the posts blocked by the administrator before turning their attention back to the increasingly frequent exams and lectures. .

"There are three exams this week, and there are competition-related lectures on the weekend."

Ding Zhengjiao arranged this week and read on the podium of the self-study room: "Students involved in the exam will get the seat schedule tomorrow. The lecture on the weekend is a teacher specializing in tutoring chemistry competitions in the province. Random simulation essays are randomly received on the spot, and the subjects are uncertain. , Each person can only receive one copy..."

More than half of the course of the summer camp, there are more and more lectures, and the united and tight rehearsal interval will incorporate various kinds of self-recruitment exams every day.

Under the leadership of the team leader Ding Zhengjiao, seven groups of students set up a mutual aid group to help students who have exams to check information and take the meal to the end, trying to provide each candidate with the best test preparation environment.

What Yu Sheng received was a job with meals. In recent days, he and Jin Linkun walked over the wall and walked to the night market, resulting in a very attractive aroma that occupied the entire fourth floor corridor for several consecutive nights.

The seven groups of students became more and more familiar with each other, and the degree of awe for the evening self-study was getting lower and lower, and the voice fell, and the following has become a lively crowd.

"Can you go? Help me, thank you for turning back!"

Xia Junhua quickly looked through the arrangements on his mobile phone: "The weekend came to Hangyu, and their analog dense volumes are of particularly high quality, and they cannot be bought on the market!"

After all, contestants account for a small proportion. Each person is limited to one copy. Even if everyone can go, they can't get a few sets. They can only ask other classmates to help them get together.

Xia Junhua asked for help before and after, and asked everyone who could ask: "I will answer it for you when you come back. If you don't want to go to the lecture, please contact me directly..."

Lao Wan happened to come to see the evening self-study, walked down, and listened for a while, very interested: "Can I go too?"

Looking for someone who was too involved, Xia Junhua didn't pay attention to the teacher and came in a shock: "Ten thousand, Ten thousand teacher. They may only want students--"

"Must be able." Cen Rui responded quickly, covering his mouth. "Teacher Wan, we all agree that you only need to change your school uniform and wear a hat. There is no pressure to mix into us."

Xia Junhua: "..."

Lao Wan was very happy, asked the time and place clearly, and made an appointment with everyone, and continued to walk slowly out of the back door.

As soon as Lao Wan's figure disappeared outside the door, Xia Junhua flew over, pinched Liang Yifan's neck and shook: "Is it a brother? Why didn't the teacher come in and call the police!"

"I'm sitting in the penultimate row and it's not easy to be in charge of the wind."

Liang Yifan stubbornly resisted: "Even if the inspector's director, Lao Wan comes to the police, do you think you are worthy of Lao Wan?"

Cen Rui added: "Although Lao Wan came to study late for self-study, hasn't he collected anything other than octopus **** and roasted gluten?"

With reasonable grounds, Xia Junhua opened his mouth, glanced at the last row of the two big brothers who were immersed in the ocean of knowledge, and sat back convincedly.

"To be honest, I think that Lao Wan's style is very different from his H background..."

The more he thought, the more curious he could not help but poked Kong Jiahe, the deputy group leader who was rarely brushing the question: "Old Kong, is your teacher Wan the same in H?"

Kong Jiahe has always seemed to have something to say from the beginning, but he just doesn't know how to join the chat. After being poked by him, he breathed a sigh of relief and blurted out: "Student Xia, I can also help."

"..." Xia Junhua has almost forgotten his original intention and thought for a while: "Good, great, thank you deputy leader."

Kong Jiahe raised his glasses and grinned happily. He seriously set the alarm clock for the weekend and went back to his questions.

Xia Junhua lay on Liang Yifan's shoulder and looked for a while: "I seem to understand."

Before the question in his hand was finished, Liang Yifan looked up with a pen in his hand: "Ah?"

"Just," Xia Junhua scratched his head. "Everyone is cute."

Even the big devil-level school is the same, except that it is more difficult than others, it is actually very cute.

He was still feeling emotional, and Liang Yifan's shoulder under his arm suddenly twitched.

Xia Junhua somehow: "What's wrong, am I wrong?"

Liang Yifan pushed his arm away and solemnly emphasized, "Yes, that is, I may not want to hear this word for a while."

Xia Junhua: "Which word?"

"Adjective." Liang Yifan pointed precisely, "the one after the adverb."

"..."

Xia Junhua, a chemical student, turned the Chinese grammar from the table of Kong Jiahe and sat back in his place.

After the evening self-study, in order to express gratitude to the whole class of students for their support, Xia Junhua must invite everyone to dinner.

"Going on stage next week, you have to find a more suitable place."

Ding Zhengjiao is very dedicated, and divides the time of the seven groups of students in a very detailed way: "KTV, it is cheaper at midnight. In addition to Kun Shen and Brother Sheng, all the rest take the musical instruments and can rehearse snacks. "

The seven groups of school bullies are very good, and half of them have never been to KTV, so they immediately start to pack up.

"Are you all so positive?" Xia Junhua stunned. "Isn't it a campmate who stepped side by side on Chenguang to chase knowledge?"

Cen Rui: "No, I have two responsibilities of harmonica and sand hammer. Don't stop me from chasing art."

Liang Yifan: "Can KTV accommodate me to whistle? Will someone as old as a hot pot restaurant bother me?"

"No." Cen Rui patted him on the shoulder. "It's the waiter who always disturbs you in the hot pot restaurant. They thought your induction cooker was about to explode."

Liang Yifan gladly started to pack up his schoolbag, and turned back familiarly in the gaze of a group of people. He looked for the back seat and asked the address and price of each KTV.

After summing up the seven groups of students in order to ask questions, Jin Linkun gathered all the strategies for eating, drinking, and playing around the N majors, which are very clearly classified. I quickly found out the part of KTV and sent him back.

Xia Junhua still feels that the world is changing too fast, and turns around, trying to find comfort from Kong Jiahe: "Vice leader, do you also go?"

"go with."

Kong Jiahe put down his pen seriously: "Teacher Wan said that this month may be a month that we will remember for many years afterwards, so if you have the opportunity, you must try everything you can do at this age. "

Xia Junhua opened his mouth, rubbed his hair, and said nothing.

A group of people went over the wall and left the school. Under the guidance of Kunshen's friendship, they chose a KTV with a moderate price and good conditions, and set the largest box.

Although it's here for rehearsal, a group of students with a lot of points came to a new world and couldn't help but get excited. Putting down the schoolbag instruments and exploring the details in the new world.

Cen Rui chased around, touched the microphone to touch the screen, and dragged the people around him to the front of the song screen: "This is too simple! What song do you want to sing? I give you--"

Cen Rui: "Point..."

Seeing Kong Jiahe's erhu pulled out from behind, Cen Rui cleared his throat: "Vice leader... are you ready to pull it?"

"I give it a try and see if I can keep up."

Kong Jiahe added some rosin to the bow and put on a cushion cloth: "You can sing, don't worry about me."

"..."

Cen Rui's hand hesitated for a long time in front of the screen, but still deleted a passionate new song and reopened the golden years in the leftmost column.

KTV's microphone is magical, even people who are out of tune can't help but try two times in the past, and there is a certain chance that the ultimate effect of holding the microphone without letting go will be triggered.

The piano couldn't move, and Jin Linkun's wish to go back to the dormitory to get a small electronic organ was strangled by Yu Sheng in the cradle. The two of them had nothing to do. They leaned on the sofa and watched the seven groups of students orderly queue up to take the microphone during the rehearsal.

Yu Sheng has been playing the piano for more than ten years, and he really can't stand the completely untuned magic sound. He touched the petals and ate and ate. He wore headphones and leaned on the sofa. Focus.

The fruit plate of this house is of good quality. Yu Sheng reached out while turning over the book. He wanted to take another leaf. A plate of oranges had already been handed to him.

All peeled off, Huang Chengcheng put it in a circle, with toothpicks inserted on it, with a fresh and refreshing fruity fragrance.

Looking up, Jin Linkun wasn't making up, he turned to look at him, his eyes bent: "Which one do you want to eat?"

"Are you insomnia well?" Yu Sheng pierced an orange petal into his mouth and glanced at the plentiful fruit plate that had reduced a variety of varieties.

Jin Linkun smiled, moved closer, and ate orange petals.

Playing the piano requires not only a sense of music, but also muscle memory. You can only rely on intensive exercises day after day. A lot of time has been allocated recently to practice the piano, and the progress of the review has been crowded out a lot slower.

Yu Sheng had to make up for the content he had barely read in the first two years of high school. He picked up the plate and sent it to him, moved the book to a slightly brighter place, and turned another page.

The opened book was suddenly held lightly by one hand.

The book was placed on the lap, and a very steady force fell through the pages of the book in secret.

"Go back and look again, here hurt your eyes."

Jin Linkun pressed the book and tapped twice: "If you are bored, go out with you to breathe."

The lights of the KTV box are dazzlingly colorful. Jin Linkun specially instructed Cen Rui to turn on the ceiling light, and the light is still dim. It’s okay to see people~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It takes a lot of effort.

"It's not boring." Yu Sheng sat up a little bit, took off a headset, and watched the seven groups of students who were free from the suppressed nature: "Aren't you going to sing a song?"

Jin Linkun raised his head and looked at the seven team leaders who opened the new world by the microphone. He smiled and shook his head: "Forget it...can't be too public."

It’s rare to see that this person still knows not to be too flamboyant, and Yu Sheng raises his eyebrow peak and can’t help guessing: “Do you have more life-threatening skills than playing games?”

"..." Jin Linkun has not yet lifted the roommate's gold trumpet back to platinum, and touched his nose, trying to explain: "Friend, that incident was an accident--"

Waiting for the explanation, I was interrupted by the crying wolf howling.

"Kun God, Brother Sheng!"

Cen Rui jumped up and down all night, his courage grew stronger and he came to ask for help: "Help, the leader will continue to sing, only you can stop him..."

Yu Sheng raised his head and looked at Ding Zhengjiao, who was affectionately staring at the screen, and the seven groups of people who didn't want to live, and couldn't help but pick the corner of his mouth.

Recently, Jin Linkun and the people in the seven groups are getting along well, and almost have questions. Yu Sheng was not busy, put the earphones back in his ears, turned his head down slowly and slowly.

"..."

Cen Rui covered his chest: "Brother Sheng, you can't ignore it for fun. The sound insulation of the headphones is also limited. I don't believe that the team leader's penetration cannot affect you..."

"Noise cancelling headphones, the effect is quite good."

Jin Linkun thoughtfully helped explain: "There is a song in it, unless someone sticks to the ear and talks, otherwise it will be almost inaudible."

"Is the effect so good?"

Cen Rui was unbelievable, looking at his very experienced experience, and inexplicably doubting: "So what to do? If you continue this way, maybe he is dead or we are dead..."

Kun Shen is very reliable in helping others, slightly raised his eyebrows and groaned slightly, and lowered his voice to provide a way of thinking.

...

Two minutes later, Liang Yifan borrowed Erhu from the deputy team leader Kong Jiahe, and saw the team leader's affectionate play.

Everything was on track, Ding Zhengjiao blushed and apologized, and the seven groups passed the microphone off, connected to the recorded piano accompaniment, and continued to concentrate on rehearsal.

Yu Sheng didn't really read the book, turned a few pages, and heard the vague ghost crying and howling into a familiar group of demons and dancing, and subconsciously looked up.

Jin Linkun didn't have a small electronic piano and sat lonely next to him. When he saw him looking up, his arms came from behind.

"Why?" The sofa was too soft, and Yu Sheng was a little tired. He sat up following the support of the arm behind him, "I want to participate, so I'll bring you the piano?"

Jin Linkun coughed lightly and touched the tip of his nose: "No... I didn't finish it just now, just continue."

Being beaten, Yu Sheng almost forgot what he just said, and after thinking about it, he remembered that this man tried to explain to him which game is better than playing games and singing.

The topic is very boring. Yu Sheng lowered his head and did not intend to continue to discuss this issue: "Don't continue anymore. In my mind, you don't have more skill than playing games."

It's too unforgettable to watch the account fall from the star diamond. Yu Sheng feels that he still needs a period of baptism before he can erase this unforgettable memory from his mind.

Jin Linkun actually smiled modestly and coyly: "That's true, I really sing better than playing games..."

"..." Yu Sheng couldn't help raising his head, trying to remind him that he wasn't boasting about him. The deep voice in his ear continued to ring through the music: "I don't believe me to sing to you."

Yu Sheng turned the page of the book in his hand, and if he didn't know how, he stopped if he wanted to go back.

Jin Linkun's expression was very serious, he touched his mobile phone with headphones and glanced at the song he was listening to: "Which song do you listen to? I try--"

At the beginning of the conversation, Jin Linkun carefully looked at the record turning on the screen of the mobile phone, his eyebrows raised, and the black eyes behind the lens could not help bending down.

Yu Sheng grabbed the phone back and poured cold water on him: "Familiar with your genre, so that you won't be able to keep up with you when you suddenly become holy."

Jin Linkun thinks this reason is quite appropriate, and can perfectly explain why his roommate is listening to the church organ’s chant on KTV.

Every time this man took advantage of it, he was easily smug. Yu Sheng glanced at the smile that he couldn't hold his lips, pressed his phone, and his shoulders were caught by the arm behind him.

"I can sing." Jin Linkun pressed his hand to turn off the player, "Don't move, sing for you."

The two were sitting close together. He leaned in like this and almost stuck together.

His body temperature was a bit higher than that of Yu Sheng, and a warm scent swept across his neck, making Yu Sheng frown and his shoulders stretched: "Sing fast, don't talk nonsense."

Earphones were still plugged in his ears. Yu Sheng raised his hand to pick it up, but Jin Linkun had already leaned in his ear and sang in a low voice in accordance with the progress of the lyrics on the screen.

The low, slightly squeaky voice is attached to the ear, and it comes in clearly through the powerful noise reduction band of the headset.

Yu Sheng paused and turned his head slightly.

...

"Can you use harmonica here? Seriously, I don't think I can take on such an important task as solo, or is it more suitable for me to work like a sand hammer..."

Cen Rui felt very stressed while practicing, holding his little sand hammer, trying to fight hidden in the torrent of the whole music: "Kun God, look at this score -"

As soon as he looked up, his voice was instantly stuck in his throat, his eyes widened in amazement.

"If you have feelings here, you must beat the triangle iron emotionally... what's wrong?"

Ding Zhengjiao, who was instructing the team members to adjust their status, looked up and followed: "...Uh, save my classmates?"

"Tell you, my name is the fate of the network, and the weak name was not enough for me."

Liang Yifan emerged from his melodious whistle, rubbing his cheek gang and looked up: "What's the matter?"

Everyone was looking at the other corner, and he followed him, dazed: "Is there anything wrong?"

Xia Junhua rubbed Tianying acupoint twice: "What are they doing?"

"..."

Liang Yifan was fussed about this group of people who refused to admit the reality. He waved his hand and continued to immerse himself in the world of whistle: "Think about it, maybe God is a vampire who has lived for hundreds of years. , Caught Brother Sheng as food and was trying to bite his neck."

...

Most of the students in the seven groups are still at a loss, looking at each other for a while, bowing their heads by the instinctive instincts of no reason, and continuing to study their own instruments.

In a squeaky diligent music, Jin Linkun circled his arms, let Yu Sheng put most of his weight on his shoulders, put it against his ear, and sang a hymn to him one by one.

He sings much better than Sheng Sheng imagined, the pitch is so beautifully stable, at first it is slightly different from the accompaniment rhythm, and after a few sings, it fits perfectly.

The ear was uncomfortably blown by the airflow, Yu Sheng turned his face slightly, listening for a while, his shoulders relaxed a little in the arm behind him.

KTV's light is really not suitable for reading. He has turned over a dozen pages, and his eyes have been a little sour, and he has leaned back and closed his eyes.

Jin Linkun raised his lips, raised his arms, and rubbed his head gently twice.

It is clearly different from the teenager's voice, which is a little deep and magnetic, and every inch of edges and corners are softened.

He turned off his helmet and took off his armor, biting the words in English softly, and the grand accompaniment of the organ in the headphones fell in his ears.

Chopin defeated the organ.