48. We must match.

Kunshen, who was probing on the edge of friendship, was kicked back neatly by the sudden rejection.

It is too difficult to make friends, only his roommate gives him warmth.

Jin Linkun put down his phone, hugged the man in his arms, and pulled up the quilt to cover his shoulders.

Yu Sheng is actually a little afraid of the cold. When he is very sleepy, he has a good temper. When Jin Linkun touches his head, sometimes he can feel the short hair on his neck on his palm.

When he was awake, it is obvious that he would never give people this opportunity.

Maybe he will be thrown out with his arms twisted.

Jin Linkun moved his arms and let Yu Sheng rest on his shoulders.

He didn’t know what he was thinking, but he seemed to know what he wanted.

But this little friend of his doesn’t seem to know it yet.

Yu Sheng is not really sensitive about these types of things. From the time they participated in the competition, some girls began to deliver letters and gifts with red faces, and his roommate thought they were here to discuss issues, and threw the problem to him.

He doesn’t know if those little girls have figured it out. The core problem is that the gifts shouldn’t have been exercise books.

A few days ago, Jin Linkun stayed up late to browse the forum, and in the interval between reporting those topic posts that wanted to rub Yu Sheng’s head, he saw that some of the posts were talking about both of them.

Although most of them are about “comparing the strengths of the two study gods”, “General Ge’s secret volume special edition”, the summer camp is tied for second and heartfelt recommendations, but there are also a few sporadic posts, which are not so related to learning. 

He doesn’t know when they snapped the photos, they are all blurry, and there is no special movement. Most of the pictures are of them sitting together, listening to lectures, talking, eating, and walking.

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If it wasn’t for accumulating points and posting pictures, according to the original plan, he would still be able to leave a few questions for those Grade 9 accounts to act cool.

But Yu Sheng didn’t browse the forum.

Otherwise, he might really apply for a few more trumpets* and upvote those posts every day.

*(I believe these are the gifts on the forums)

Jin Linkun sighed, lowered his head into You Sheng’s neck, rubbed it lightly twice, and closed his eyes.

At noon the next day, when the two returned to the summer camp, they were stopped by the head of discipline.

Jin Linkun didn’t want to fall asleep all night, and he was still sleepy and didn’t recover, his arm was already pulled.

Yu Sheng pulled him behind him and took a step forward.

“You–“

The director wanted to speak, but the sharp look in the eyes of the boy who stopped in front suddenly forgot what he wanted to say.

He had been waiting for these two students for quite a long time, opened his mouth, frowned and continued: “I just want to ask you… Is your group going to make such a fuss over the matter?”

Jin Linkun didn’t know yet, so he frowned: “What matter?”

“It’s none of your business.” Yu Sheng raised his eyes and looked at the head who was obviously hiding something in front of him, “Yes.”

Head: “……”

The applications of Group 7 were not stopped, and a copy was even placed on the desk of the vice principal of N University.

Yesterday afternoon and this morning, almost everyone in Group 7 was called individually to talk by the leaders of the summer camp. The leaders tried to persuade them by giving them a variety of benefits, and some were even more generous, but still no one agreed to withdraw the application.

The one in front is more straightforward, and they didn’t even find a chance to talk to him to put forward their benefits.

After being a teacher for so many years, it’s not that he hasn’t encountered stubborn students, but it’s really rare to see students in Group 7 who are so serious about it, and even lead their teacher to follow along.

The head looked at the two of them for a while, turned and left without speaking.

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Jin Linkun followed him to the dormitory, and finally figured out what was going on.

Yu Sheng’s temper is actually not that of a liberal arts student, and his words were so concise that he would not be given a chance to interject. They told him the decision of Group 7 in a few words: “Lao Wan also signed his name and said that he would look into the monitoring records at that time.”

In fact, it may not even need to be looked into.

Those students were scared out of their wits, especially Yan Zhi, who had been guilty for so long, and almost confessed what happened on stage that day.

The facts are not hard to find, and the facts are the facts, and they are all there.

The only thing is whether they can be found, let people know and remember again, and let those who should pay the price pay the price.

“…” Jin Linkun was silent for a while, then said softly, “Actually—”

He didn’t know what he wanted to say, and felt that it was inappropriate to say anything, so he stood by the table for a while, his eyes falling on the thick stack of competition assessment books.

Yu Sheng didn’t intend to listen to him, so he simply packed up his things and changed his clothes: “Are you going to rehearse?”

“Go.” Jin Linkun cleared his throat, rinsed the thermos cup, and refilled it with freshly brewed jujube tea: “Art show——”

He seemed not used to saying this kind of thing, so he paused for a moment, and then continued: “If the whole group gets first place, can we help them…?”

Yu Sheng raised his eyebrows and put a few piano scores into his schoolbag: “Yes, you can give them more questions, and you can also help them in the college entrance examination.”

Jin Linkun raised the corner of his mouth, and did not speak.

It’s almost time for today’s rehearsal. Yu Sheng picked up his school bag and put a handful of candy in his pocket again: “Let’s go?”

“…Let’s go.” Jin Linkun smiled and took the schoolbag from him: “Stay up with me tonight?”

Yu Sheng got up from the bed this morning, being so close to a face inches from his, he waged a war in his head for five minutes contemplating if he should beat him up, and now he couldn’t stand the words “stay with me tonight”: “No, I haven’t finished memorising geography.”

Jin Linkun couldn’t help raising the corners of his mouth, rubbing his curled up hair, with a good temper: “No problem, you can memorise yours…”

Summarise the question types and mark the key questions. This kind of thing only needs a computer, and there is a power outlet between the two beds.

In the rehearsal room, Group 7 were chatting together.

“Planning to only give ten points to me… If I dare to bring the ten points back, my dad will break my legs.”

Cen Rui squatted on the stool and complained in a low voice: “Now I’m still angry, that’s my idol! I’m planning to ask  Kunshen to shake my hand before the preliminaries!”

“Damn, what a great idea!” Xia Junhua slapped his thigh, “After worshipping  Kunshen and going to the competition, I think I can be as powerful, and I can save a mere…”

A boy next to him couldn’t help but be led astray: “What about the college entrance exams like ours? Is it possible not to wash hands from now until June next year?”

“Calm down.” Cen Rui patted him on the shoulder, “Maybe you won’t even be allowed into the examination room if you did that.”

Everyone was chatting lively, Kong Jiahe sat on the side, put the erhu aside, and used the time before the rehearsal to race against the clock to do the questions on the table.

Cen Rui couldn’t sit still, and leaned over to talk to him: “Deputy team leader, what conditions did they set for you? Is it also a drop in points?”

Kong Jiahe raised his head from the exercise book and adjusted his glasses: “The university that admitted them said that they could drop our grades to a single line.”

“That’s really cruel…” Xia Junhua couldn’t help but sigh, “What about you? How did you reject them?”

Kong Jiahe was very serious: “I told them that there is no need for this, I can be admitted to their school, and I don’t want to go to their school.”

“…”

After a show of hands voting, the deputy team leader, Kong Jiahe, was awarded the Most Handsome Response Award in this event.

The boy wearing glasses was still at a loss. Although he didn’t quite understand, he couldn’t help grinning shyly, put down the pen in a hurry, wiped his clothes with both hands, and took it from Cen Rui solemnly. The shoddy handwritten certificate.

Jin Linkun leaned against the back door and watched quietly for a while.

The rehearsal room was in chaos, someone wanted to touch the deputy leader’s hand to feel happy, someone took the opportunity to hide his glasses quickly,

The team leader Ding Zhengjiao was very worried about helping to protect the erhu of the deputy team leader, while reminding everyone to be careful, it doesn’t matter if you get hurt, but must not damage the instruments.

The boys laughed and jumped together, and the girls happily clapped and booed beside them.

Everyone was making noise, as if he could just join in if he lifted his leg and took that step.

Yu Sheng came over with a pile of clothes, couldn’t even see the whole way, vaguely saw him poking at the door, and kicked him: “Don’t block the way, what are you doing here?”

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Jin Linkun couldn’t stand still, and took a step forward.

Group 7 had already received the good news from Liang Yifan that “Kunshen has not only regained his spirit, but is also feeling much better.” They immediately abandoned the deputy group leader Kong and surrounded them with cheers.

When Jin Linkun managed to break out from the crowd, his roommate was already sitting on the table, swaying his legs leisurely, waiting for him for a long time.

“Friend.”

Jin Linkun straightened his glasses and straightened his collar: “You can’t just sit here and tell them how to block me…”

Yu Sheng seemed to be in a good mood, and the corners of his lips were so raised that he couldn’t hold back. He pointed to a pile of musical instruments that had been kindly moved to the corner: “The team leader said, if it breaks, we need to compensate.”

“…” The friendship between the roommates was ruined, and Jin Linkun couldn’t believe it: “Did you actually move them to the side?”

Sitting in the sunlight leaking in from the window, the young man tilted his head, his pupils were clear and bright, and he flashed him a smile with that little canine tooth.

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Kunshen, who was dazzled by Yu Sheng for a moment, was brought back to earth in a blink of an eye, pressed on the table, and served as a mascot for everyone to enjoy the luck of the study god.

The art performance is just this weekend, and there is not much time left for Group 7. After careful consideration, Lao Wan decided to help everyone make some new breakthroughs.

The bunch of clothes that Yu Sheng brought over were rented by Teacher Wan, from the school uniforms of the Republic of China to the bubble skirts of fairy tale style, and a set of silver laser suits. The styles are very mixed and matched, making people almost unrecognisable at a glance.

“Teacher Wan…”

Ding Zhengjiao carefully looked at the pile of clothes: “Are you proposing that we perform a sci-fi-style suspenseful fairy tale of the Republic of China in Chopin’s concerto?”

“Damn, team leader.” Liang Yifan hadn’t recovered yet, he raised his head and looked at Ding Zhengjiao with admiration, “You are more worthy of being a liberal arts student than me.”

Seeing that everything in front of him is real, Cen Rui raised his hands and closed his chin, and hugged his little maraca tightly: “I don’t care about anything else, if anyone dares to make me wear that green dinosaur one-piece pyjamas, I will fight him.”

“Just pick and choose, maybe there will be a suitable one.”

Lao Wan was very zen, he sat down at the table unhurriedly: “There are only so many that can be found. The stage musical is very suitable. Even if you can’t play, you can also play as a tree on the side of the road. Play as a rock, play as a flying saucer…”

Cen Rui talked about Ding Zhengjiao, and lowered his voice: “Leader, you are really good, you can see through Lao Wan’s love for science fiction style at a glance.”

“…”

Ding Zhengjiao didn’t really want to accept this compliment, so he also assigned the task in a low voice: “Stop chatting, Cen Rui, Xia Junhua, Dong Jue, you are responsible for filling Teacher Wan’s brain pit, Liang Yifan, old Kong, come and help, see if you can pick anything out any normal clothes…”

Following the speed of their progress, it is indeed very difficult for a group of demons to dance in an orderly manner. They usually practise well with the accompaniment, but every time Kunshen and Sheng-ge are playing together on the piano bench, no one dares to find a slot to stuff their musical instruments* into it.

*(they don’t dare to play over them for fear of ruining it, perhaps?)

The requirements for theatrical performances in high school are not high. As long as they can make some innovations and make people’s eyes shine, they can still find new ways to stand out in the competition.

Lao Wan borrowed clothes from the drama club. The clothes are limited, and the number of normal styled clothes are even more limited. Everyone gathered in a circle and worked hard, for fear of being assigned some terrible clothes.

Jin Linkun stood watching from the side, his eyes unconsciously falling on the little green dinosaur one-piece pyjamas named Cen Rui.

“Stop.” Yu Sheng propped up his hands and sat on the table, “Impossible, I have my own clothes.”

Jin Linkun: “…”

Jin Linkun felt a little regretful: “My friend, I haven’t said—”

“Let’s play with the piano, wake up.” Yu Sheng didn’t give him a chance to pursue his dream, “Whichever one you choose, you have to wear the same one as me.”

Jin Linkun opened his mouth, and for some reason, his heart suddenly moved.

In the post about the two of them on the forum, I don’t know which little girl with a pink head is crying for several floors: The styles of these two people’s clothes are so different, when will we see them wearing couple shirts!!?

In fact, Yu Sheng wore his shirt once.

At that time, he just came to the summer camp, the other party was soaked by the rain and he didn’t bring a change of clothes.

It’s just that the two of them were still a little different in size, Yu Sheng’s clothes didn’t fit him well, the cuffs were all rolled up, and Yu Sheng almost cut off his trouser legs to fit.

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It would have been nice if it had been cut.

Feeling inexplicable regret, Jin Linkun rubbed the tip of his nose, squatted down, and rummaged through the pile of clothes again.

He really dig out another set, a dark brown bear, fluffy from head to toe.

“Kunshen.” Cen Rui raised his head and reminded him in a very righteous voice, “You’d better let it go,  Sheng-ge looks like he’s coming to beat you up soon.”

Jin Linkun was still not willing to give up this idea, he hesitated for a while holding his clothes: “Can I wear it too?”

Cen Rui is very pragmatic: “I don’t think so. Think about your pipe organ, I don’t think it will approve of this outfit either.”

Bathed in the sacred light of the organ, Jin Linkun squatted for a while, but let go in a compromise.

In fact, he still wanted to see his roommate wearing the same one as when he was a child, a black tuxedo with a red bow tie, and a shirt with delicate gold borders on the neckline.

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But this may not necessarily work.

Jin Linkun stretched out his arms, holding Conan’s suit between his fingers, and raised his head to meet his roommate’s gaze.

After hesitating for a while, he reluctantly let go of the suit and stood up, following his desire to survive, and took out his mobile phone: “Friend, what colour shirt do you like?”

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