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Yu Sheng pushed away the arm that was slung across his shoulder and retreated to the other end of the sofa.
“……”
Jin Linkun sat upright and tried to amend: “Friend—-“
Yu Sheng said: “You will die.”
Jin Linkun: “……”
As the movie continued, Yu Sheng was drawn in by the movie plot and could not help watching it for a while, slowly, he felt his eyelids getting heavy and he could no longer fight away the urge to fall asleep. He yawned and closed his eyes.
In his state of drowsiness, he subconsciously felt that there was someone squatting beside him, fiddling with the remote.
Too tired to keep his eyes open, Yu Sheng moved his arms and fiddled with the clothes that he did not know when he put on: “What are you doing?”
“Changing the movie, the theme of this movie is a bit problematic.”
Jin Linkun was very persistent, and was immersed with flipping through the plot introductions one by one, patted Yu Sheng’s arm and reassured: “It’s nothing, go back to sleep.”
The hand that fell on his arm, just like the jacket covering him, carried a faint, imperceptible warmth.
Yu Sheng did not know what he was thinking at that moment, he bowed his head and suddenly grabbed the hand, pulling it back towards himself.
Jin Linkun who had been squatting for almost half a day could not help taking in a deep breath and fell: “No, wait, my legs are numb–“
“Numb? If it’s numb then why were you squatting?” Yu Sheng dragged the man onto the sofa, “Stop looking, we’ll just watch this.”
He was still so sleepy and he did not know what kind of movie he chose but from the sound of the background music, which was soft and soothing, it was the perfect movie was fall asleep to.
To ensure that this person will not squat on the ground to sift through the movies all through the night, Yu Sheng held his hand firmly. Not allowing him to continue squatting and closed his eyes, nestling back into the sofa to continue sleeping.
Jin Linkun was at a loss, this was the second time Yu Sheng had taken the initiative to hold his hand like this.
His thoughts which were normally calm and peaceful were now like swirling waves of exuberance, like the feeling of driving a car at high speed on an empty highway.
All kinds of thoughts flooded his brain and it was difficult to make sense of each and every single one of them, it all became a tangled mess at the crossroads.
Yu Sheng held his hand.
The hand holding his was warm. Whether it was because of the jacket he draped over his shoulders or the meal that he had eaten previously. It was warm.
Perhaps next time, I should give him more clothes to wear.
His roommate’s eyelashes are really long, a bit curled and it looks like they can be lifted with just a light touch.
Even as tough as he looks when he is awake, when he has his eyes closed, sleeping peacefully like this, he looked extraordinarily obedient and cute, looking younger than his actual age.
Yu Sheng held his hand.
And that hand was extraordinarily warm.
Jin Linkun was extremely awake and aware, he could not stop the thoughts rushing around his head. He stared at the hands which are still connected and could not help clearing his throat: “Yu Sheng……”
Yu Sheng did not reply.
Jin Linkun tried moving his hand, only then realising that the other party had already fallen asleep.
The hand was gently holding his, a slight nudge and his hand slipped out.
It could be because the temperature of the air conditioner was set too low, Yu Sheng unconsciously moved closer to the only source of heat, sticking close to his arm, his head tilted slightly.
Lightly brushing his shoulder.
Sleeping so deeply, the vigilance that Yu Sheng usually has disappeared completely, revealing a peaceful, soft and unguarded expression.
Jin Linkun’s hand stopped in the air for a while, and for some reason, slowly drifted over, carefully slotting itself back under Yu Sheng’s closed palm.
Fearing that he might not be able to lean against him, he deliberately straightened his shoulders to ensure that the height of his shoulders was just high enough to serve as a pillow for Yu Sheng.
…Hell, I have never even sat so straight in class before. Jin Linkun thought.
The corners of Jin Linkun’s mouth twitched, he exhaled lightly, raised his head and returned his focus back to the movie.
The movie Yu Sheng chose blindly was a youthful romance film that wasn’t too sad, and it really seemed much more suitable as a detective film.
Jin Linkun got used to the current state little by little, sat with his shoulders straight for a while, and inadvertently raised his head and glanced at the screen.
The protagonists held hands, and one leans over while the other is fast asleep.
Very lightly, slowly, and carefully, touched the lips.
Jin Linkun: “…”
This…doesn’t seem appropriate.
It was inconvenient to raise his head rashly, so he sat for a long while carefully, holding the phone with one hand and clicked on a set of competition questions, quickly calculating the answers in his mind.
Logical thinking was not affected much by his current situation, and his brain processed rapidly, answers jumping out one after another.
The overflowing emotions that had no place to rest piled up in his chest, and suddenly swelled uncontrollably for a moment.
Vaguely, as if to find a new breakthrough.
He could feel the warmth on his shoulder, as Jin Linkun looked down at the question, his breathing was inexplicably fast.
Their palms were still overlapped, and at some point in time, his palms had unknowingly got a bit sweaty.
His fingertips paused, unable to continue to turn to the next page of questions, his finger hovered over the screen for a while, then he returned to the main screen, and clicked on the camera.
The background is a bit dark.
The boy’s facial features were sculpted clearly and delicately by the light, with his closed eyelids, he looked peaceful as he leaned quietly on his shoulder.
With hands clasped and his coat draped over him, he slept better than usual.
Jin Linkun stared at the photo for a while, then dragged it into the hidden photo album to save it.
They didn’t return to the dormitory until dawn.
Jin Linkun went to Liang Yifan’s dormitory to pick up their belongings.
Originally, he thought it was Yu Sheng, but when Liang Yifan looked up and saw Jin Linkun, the air in the whole dormitory seemed to freeze for a moment.
Jin Linkun didn’t pay much attention to it. He went to take the packed schoolbag and thanked him politely: “Sorry for the trouble.”
“No trouble, it’s no trouble.” Liang Yifan waved his hands quickly, stood up to see him off, but when his eyes fell on him, he suddenly paused.
Liang Yifan picked up the phone, read the message Yu Sheng sent last night again, and swallowed.
In fact, he also thinks that Kunshen* is a very nice person, and if conditions permit and it is suitable, of course he also wants to make friends with him.
*(kun- as in his name, shen- god, in this case, study god.)
…but regardless, he is still afraid.
Especially when the rest of the students of Group 7 was not there, and even his other roommates went to the small garden to study, there was no one to back him up.
Seeing that Jin Linkun had already walked to the door, Liang Yifan held his mobile phone, took a deep breath, and finally said in a stuttering voice, “KunkunkunShen.”*
*(He is stuttering, saying kunx3)
Jin Linkun stopped and raised his eyebrows slightly: “Anything else?”
“Yeah…” Liang Yifan looked at him tentatively, “Are you busy?”
Jin Linkun nodded: “A little bit.”
Liang Yifan: “…”
The conversation seems to end here.
But Liang Yifan is not such a person who retreats easily.
After all, Sheng-ge promised him that as long as he spoke three more words with Kunshen, he would be able to give him a cheat sheet to breakthrough the triple-layered demonic test.
Worst comes to worse, he could just run away. Liang Yifan was determined, and continued to ask for words: “You… Do you want to know some skills that have nothing to do with learning?”
Inexplicably, the draft paper he saw last night popped up in his mind, and a sentence came out without thinking: “For example-how to start a relationship with a roommate that starts from a roommate relationship but is more than a roommate relationship?”
Once he said this sentence, Liang Yifan himself felt that he might have to kneel down to Yu Sheng first, and then immediately packed his bags and start to flee.
But what surprised him more was that Kunshen actually turned back.
Not only did he turn back, Kunshen even put down the things in his hands temporarily after pondering for a moment, and sat down at the table.
Jin Linkun looked at him, and for the first time, Liang Yifan didn’t feel distanced and awed by his eyes behind the lenses.
Liang Yifan even felt as if he was in some kind of hallucination, and saw a hint of sincerity in the eyes of the other party who was not ashamed to ask his next question.
Jin Linkun: “What kind of relationship?
Liang Yifan was having a headache, he screamed silently in his heart, both of you shook hands for a minute and then went away for the night, why are you still planning to choose some other forms of relationship. He glanced up to meet the gaze of the man in front of him, not daring to make a mistake. Swallowing, he carefully replied: “Like…friendship?”
The big shot is obviously not satisfied: “Already have it.”
Liang Yifan: “…”
Feeling somewhat regretful that he had started such a topic, Liang Yifan took a deep breath, and cautiously stretched out his foot to toe the edge: “Brother—brotherhood*?”
*(that r/s between um… really close brothers who share a bed.)
Jin Linkun raised his eyebrows and his eyes lit up.
Liang Yifan steeled his heart, automatically changing the word friendship to brotherhood to himself, and lowered his voice: “This kind of thing can’t be rushed, it has to be done step by step and requires a lot of brainstorming, it also needs the help of many others……”
In a corner unknown to Yu Sheng, Jin Linkun and the Group 7 students used an unexpected way to establish a somewhat wonderful relationship that seemed a little better than before.
Even before the evening self-study, some people began to have the courage to come to their table to ask difficult questions they struggle with.
In all fairness, when Jin Linkun dissected the questions for the other person, he was actually very detailed, with clear ideas and concise implementation methods, not as provocative as the time when he first stepped into summer camp and explained English to them.
It’s just that listening to theory does not equate to actual implementations. He only talks about the approaches and the theory but does not write down the implementations, so the person who comes has to bring his own paper and pen to take notes. Sometimes his thought process would be too fast to follow and the person would have to cautiously request for him to repeat.
“Here, there is an Ω missing… yes, stop shaking your hands.”
Jin Linkun tapped on the one-step formula, and patiently helped to correct it: “Do you remember it? If you don’t remember it, I can repeat it.”
The boy who came to ask the question nodded repeatedly: “I remember, I remember, thank you Kunshen——”
He was interrupted by Jin Linkun’s gesture in the middle of his speech. The boy raised his head, looked at Yu Sheng who was still immersed in the questions, and immediately fell silent, and quickly slipped back to his seat.
Yu Sheng didn’t need to do a simple quiz question in absolute silence. He raised his head and glanced at the person who had just reached into his pocket, raised his eyebrows, and tapped the pen in his hand gently on his wrist.
There are obviously sweets left in the schoolbag, but Jin Linkun still insists on reaching into his pockets, don’t know if this is his new bad habit.
Jin Linkun took out a lump of candy from his pocket, peeled it skillfully and stuffed it into his mouth.
Yu Sheng glanced at him: “Next time you touch my pockets, I’ll fill them with mints.”
He doesn’t necessarily bring a schoolbag every time he goes out. Yu Sheng has what he carries on his body for emergencies. Every time Jin Linkun takes it like this, he has to replenish it every two or three days.
Jin Linkun seemed to be in a good mood. His black eyes behind the glasses were bent, and he nodded in good humor, and refilled his thermos with jujube and wolfberry tea: “Do they bother you, coming here every now and then?”
“No, I can also follow along.”
Yu Sheng twirled the pen in his hand twice, but still couldn’t hold back his curiosity, “When did you guys get along so well?”
He was quite willing to see Jin Linkun socialise with others, but the whole thing started a bit too suddenly and without warning, which always made him feel that there seemed to be some illegal deal going on here.
Jin Linkun coughed lightly, and stuffed the mobile phone that had just received a cheat book on eating, drinking and having fun near N High into the desk without any trace: “It’s a bit complicated…”
“Forget it then.” Yu Sheng still had to brush up some questions, impatient to listen, “It’s fine if you’re happy.”
When he said this, there were no special telltale inflections in his tone. However, Liang Yifan couldn’t help but worry about whether Yu Sheng was upset because people kept coming to Kunshen.
But Jin Linkun knew that Yu Sheng was serious about saying this.
He really wants to make him happy.
Jin Linkun sat for a while, but still couldn’t help the pull on the corner of his lips, wanting to secretly hold hands with his roommate.
Yu Sheng was working hard on the question when his free left hand was suddenly held under the table, he couldn’t help but frown, and raised his head: “What are you doing?”
“Seeing if your hands are cold.” Jin Linkun answered smoothly, holding his hand and squeezing it, “What’s for dinner?”
Yu Sheng: “…”
Under Jin Linkun’s persistent observation of control variables, he found that whether his hands were cold or not was indeed related to whether he was eating or not, so he began to use this method to judge whether he was hungry or not.
Don’t know why this person suddenly knows all kinds of restaurants around N High like the back of his hand, and every time his hands get cold, he can take him out to eat at a restaurant that serves good food.
It’s not the same place every time.
“Malatang, grilled fish, barbecue, casserole, Haidilao, Kanto cooking, food stalls…”
Jin Linkun swiped his phone and asked for his opinion: “Which one do you want to eat?”
“Whatever.” Yu Sheng crossed out a worthless topic, “Just no spicy food.”
Jin Linkun couldn’t hold back, and smiled: “You only have one option now.”
Yu Sheng said coldly: “After all, my roommate is prone to allergies, so I don’t have many options.”
“…”
Recently, the two big shots at the back row have been reporting the names of the dishes almost every day, and Liang Yifan’s tablemate couldn’t help feeling hungry, so he put down his pen and poked Liang Yifan: “Do you want to go out for supper after evening study tomorrow?”
“No.” Liang Yifan couldn’t bear it anymore, doubting life, he raised his head: “Aren’t you full?”*
*(full of sugar thrown around in the back row)
Deskmate: “?”
Liang Yifan sighed a little lonely, and waved his hands: “It’s okay, I’m being held up by knowledge.”
The evening self-study is still a few minutes away, and the entire summer camp has been busy with self-enrolment recently. Many people are taking the opportunity to exchange information for mutual benefit, and the classroom is much more lively than usual.
Lao Wan came early today, he walked in with a big grin covered by his hand, knocked on the blackboard, and announced a new piece of news.
There will be a cultural performance next week. Each group will produce and arrange a program. Those who perform well will get bonus points.
The original intention of self-enrollment is to include more comprehensive and excellent talents in the scope of enrollment. In addition to the examinations that can be handled with knowledge reserve and divergent thinking, the interview questions are various, which have already broken through the scope of learning.
Theatrical performances not only show talents but also test the ability to collaborate, unite the group, allowing them to learn to organize and plan programs. It has always been a reserved item of summer camps in many colleges and universities.
Everyone was worried at first however when they heard that there was bonus points, their eyes lit up.
“Assistant group leader—assistant group leader, can you play the erhu? It’s time to test you!”
“Does Dong Jue know how to write calligraphy? Can this be considered a talent?”
“What should I do? I can play the harmonica, the kind I learned in kindergarten…”
“I can play the guitar. Can anyone sing!”
“Don’t worry, it has to be a group project. I’ve heard that the more collaborative the project, the more advantageous it is.”
A group of academic masters was racking their brains to figure out their talents. Yu Sheng raised his head, inexplicably feeling that the scene in front of him was also quite interesting, so he simply put down his pen and listened with great interest to the “whistle”, “triangle”* and the like popping up from time to time in the crowd.
*(musical instrument)
Jin Linkun had just finished queuing up at Haidilao*, when he looked up, he happened to see a slight curvature at the corner of Yu Sheng’s mouth, and couldn’t help being curious: “What are you laughing at?”
*(Hot pot restaurant)
“I remember playing games before, and met a mentally ill high level Baiyin, whose skills were worse than yours… I was careless for a while, and I was directly tricked here by him.”
Yu Sheng laughed, and replied casually: “At that time, we also talked about art performances, and he told me that he could play the organ.”
“…” Jin Linkun: “Huh?”
“He should be here too. I’ve been trying to find him to beat him up.”
Yu Sheng took the application form from the front, filled in the piano, stopped writing and waited for him: “What about you? What is your talent?”
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