Wan Yongming took a few steps forward, stood beside the students, and handed over the paper: “We are all adults now, and the little things in the eyes of adults are actually very important to them.”
“Very important.”
Wan Yongming: “It’s important enough to determine what kind of adults they will grow up to be in the future.”
Yu Sheng dragged Jin Linkun out of the auditorium and asked him where he wanted to go.
The sun was so bright that it barely left a shadow on the ground, and the heat wave fell on the face, so hot that the ground was glowing white.
Jin Linkun held his wrist tightly and thought for a while: “Internet cafes?”
“…” Yu Sheng got a little headache from the scorching sun, and raised his hand to press his forehead.
Since the last time he played, he hasn’t stepped into an Internet cafe for half a step, and even once felt that he might give up on playing games soon.
Jin Linkun recovered quickly. He looked down at Yu Sheng’s hand holding him, moved closer, and used his shadow to shield him from the sun. His eyelashes drooped: “My friend, I have just one wish…”
“Stop.” Yu Sheng cut off his words before he thought of beating someone again, and dragged him over the wall.
Sitting in the same box again as last time, Jin Linkun was almost nostalgic, touching the long-lost projector, greeting it with mixed feelings.
Yu Sheng leaned back in the gaming chair, his eyes fell on him, and he remained silent.
Jin Linkun couldn’t stay idle, remembering that he had picked more than half of the movies, reopened the selection panel, and turned back page by page: “Want to watch a movie? I remember a few good ones. I won’t watch detective movies this time…”
Yu Sheng: “Kun-ge.”
Jin Linkun bent over and paused the movements of his hands.
He paused for a while, stood up straight, and smiled: “Okay, it’s okay. It’s all over, you wait for me to pass the college entrance examination with a high score for you this time—”
Yu Sheng: “Ge.”
Jin Linkun: “…”
The projector was in the corner, and Jin Linkun was still facing away from him. He held his breath for a while, and forced a grin: “My friend… I can’t help it when you’re like this.”
“Then don’t help it.” Yu Sheng stood up from the chair, “Hug me.”
Jin Linkun’s shoulders tensed slightly, trying to insist: “Actually, it’s not necessary, I—”
Yu Sheng walked over, pulled him up, and embraced him tightly.
Jin Linkun’s heart skipped a beat.
In fact, it is not their first ever hug. The temperature of his chest is quite familiar, his short hair that is a bit prickly, the smell of clean washing powder, and the slightly cool body temperature. Everything is so familiar that Jin Linkun remembers it clearly.
But there is something clearly different.
Jin Linkun lowered his head and gently hugged him.
The arms behind his back were too tight, and even if he was a little out of breath, he didn’t intend to say, but just lowered his head tentatively, and gently rubbed the boy’s temples: “Yu Sheng.”
The body between the arms was almost trembling because of too much force, and it was still exerting its strength regardless.
Jin Linkun was dumbfounded, and stroked his hair.
His little friend obviously came to comfort him, but it was even more affected than him.
This person has been living like this for a long time, even after suffering so many grievances, was not even as affected after relieving his memories when clearing up the dusty trophy and certificates.
Just because of this little past grievance of his, he became so upset.
“It’s okay, ah.”
Jin Linkun patted him on the back lightly, and when he spoke, his voice became hoarse for some reason: “It’s over, I’m very good now.”
He really thought he was lucky, lowered his head slightly, and lightly touched the tip of Yu Sheng’s hair with the tip of his nose: “If it didn’t happen, how would I have met you—”
He suddenly felt a cold breath of cold air against his neck.
Jin Linkun opened his mouth, but the words suddenly got stuck in his throat.
What can be said and what cannot be said suddenly flooded up his throat in a mess.
“That’s a foul, my friend…”
Jin Linkun cleared his throat vigorously, took a deep breath, the stubborn tears continued to flood his eyes, and he could only blink a few times: “What’s the matter, what’s wrong?”
Yu Sheng didn’t know what was wrong with him.
Just a thought, this happened on December 6th.
Jin Linkun’s coming-of-age gift is but a cold punishment slip with an uncertain future printed on it, and the sudden collapse of something he once believed in.
The Jin Linkun in that photo, the Jin Linkun described by the vice-principal a year ago, was still smooth sailing and had a bright future.
Still got along well with friends, trusted everyone, and could easily do a paper without worry, answering an entire practice paper eloquently.
That punch earlier was still too light.
Pushing back the moisture in his eyes, Yu Sheng let go of him, turned around and wanted to go to the bathroom to wash his face, but was suddenly grabbed by his wrist.
Yu Sheng stopped in his tracks: “What?”
Jin Linkun looked at him fixedly, the corners of his lips twitched, but he didn’t say a word.
The boy’s wrist bones are obvious, holding it in the palm of his hand, it feels a little bit light, and his warmth spreads little by little to his hand.
Jin Linkun circled his wrist, unconsciously exerting force on his fingers: “Yu Sheng, I can—”
Yu Sheng frowned and met his gaze.
Those eyes were still clean and clear, black and white were so clear without impurities, Jin Linkun’s chest shrank, and he suddenly woke up.
___
Facing the impatient eyes of the children, Jin Linkun opened his mouth and blurted out: “Can I explain this question to you?”
Yu Sheng: “…”
Jin Linkun: “…”
The air became quiet, and when Jin Linkun felt that this request was too much and was about to make a break, Yu Sheng had already turned around and sat down: “Okay.”
Jin Linkun was startled.
“You speak.”
Yu Sheng pulled the schoolbag that he had brought with him before leaving the auditorium, and found out the two competition questions that Jin Linkun stuffed in: “I’m listening.”
___
When the students of Group 7 anxiously searched for the two missing members all the way, and finally found the entrance of Morning Star Internet Cafe, what they saw as they squeezed at the door was a somewhat miraculous scene.
Two people sat on the sofa in the private room of the Internet cafe, and a box of instant noodles was placed beside one of them.
Kunshen had the competition questions spread out on his lap, writing and drawing in detail on the paper, and had already explained most of the physics competition questions to his roommate.
“Although it’s a bit inappropriate to say…”
Having basically figured out what happened at the beginning, Xia Junhua looked at the scene in front of him in shock: “Kunshen, is this—is he making up for the regret that he didn’t give a good explanation for the others this year?”
“…” Liang Yifan had a headache, “Yes, should be.”
Cen Rui was inexplicably moved: “Sheng-ge put in so much effort for their dormitory…”
Ding Zhengjiao coughed softly: “Thinking about it better, Sheng-ge also gained more knowledge on the physics competition questions—”
“Like hell, that’s a good thing.”
Finally seeing the rest of the people who arrived at the scene, Yu Sheng pressed hard on his head that was about to explode from the friction of the eraser, pushed away the exercise book and stood up: “I am a liberal arts student, don’t you all know it by now? “
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