Recap
Jin Linkun lowered his head, his eyes were filled with Yu Sheng, he used his arms to wrap Yu Sheng between his chest and the wall.
Yu Sheng bent down, looked hesitantly for a while at the big bag he had hidden behind his back, pressed his lips together, and still grabbed the hem of his clothes.
The boy raised his head slightly, leaned in close to him, and bit off the only remaining piece of potato chips.
The slightly cool lips, stained with a bit of tomato’s sweetness and sour powder, pressed against Jin Linkun’s lips.
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Jin Linkun’s room is very different from Yu Sheng’s.
There are obvious traces of life here.
All kinds of trophies were stuffed in the corners of the bookshelves as book weights, a few large hardcover books were scattered on the carpet, and the lamps were bent into strange poses, which seemed to be an attempt at some kind of abstract art work.
Moonlight shines through the gaps in the curtains, and gently falls on the edge of the spacious double bed.
He held Yu Sheng’s wrist and had his back against the door.
The position near the door lock was cushioned by Jin Linkun’s arm, and his strong arm was firmly guarding Yu Sheng’s waist, half-supporting and half-embracing him in his arms.
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What started out as only eating potato chips turned into a tomato-flavoured kiss for some unknown reason.
It was sweet and sour, and tasted very good, but then Yu Sheng was a little out of breath, and his vision was filled with white light for a while.
When he recovered, he had been brought to this bedroom by Jin Linkun.
“Ge.”
There was a certain temperature burning deep in his body, Yu Sheng reached out for him, his voice hoarse: “Ge.”
Jin Linkun paused for a while, and embraced the man in his arms, asking him to hold his hand.
The slightly hot and hurried breath hit his skin,matching his frantic heartbeat.
The boy bit his lower lip hard, his eyelids were tightly closed, and his shoulders were tense and trembling slightly.
“I am here.”
Jin Linkun was dumbfounded by his tensed posture, stopped his movements and wrapped the man in his arms, pressed against his child’s forehead, and said softly: “What are you afraid of?”
Yu Sheng, who was feeling the aftereffects of the wine, was exceptionally honest, buried his head in his chest and muffled: “I’m afraid I can’t help but… throw you out.”
Jin Linkun: “…”
It’s pretty scary.
Jin Linkun hugged the man and calmed himself down for a while: “Why don’t we go to the living room now and learn some driving test questions for a while?”
Yu Sheng: “…”
Jin Linkun: “…”
“It’s like this.” Jin Linkun cleared his throat, and held the raised wrist of his child, “Hang on before throwing me out. I can explain.”
After the keys were delivered in advance and the stars were given away by their teacher, Jin Linkun, with the support of the entire group 7, had a headache for his birthday present for a long time.
Later, Jin Linkun decided to find another way to take his child to do some activities that can only be done when they are 18 years old, and have very practical value.
Like getting a driver’s licence.
…The kind of real driver’s licence, c1, the kind that can drive on the road.
“I know.”
Embraced in his arms, Yu Sheng relaxed his strength and leaned against his shoulders, resting his forehead against Jin Linkun’s neck: “Otherwise?”
Jin Linkun cleared his throat, opened his mouth, and laughed lightly, then buried his head in Yu Sheng’s neck.
Yu Sheng tried his best to tense for a while, but still couldn’t hold back, and then smiled.
The two lay down together, and laughed for a long time inexplicably, and the scorching enthusiasm just now faded a little.
Jin Linkun rubbed his forehead, breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to lead him to rest, but the boy’s hand had already moved on his own initiative.
The fingertips that are usually cool, seem a little hot now as he placed his hand on Jin Linkun’s back.
As soon as he turned his head, the boy’s breath suddenly approached him.
A light kiss mixed with a little sweetness was on his lips.
Jin Linkun’s heart beat slightly faster, he raised his hand to support Yu Sheng, and was about to speak, when the corners of his lips suddenly hurt slightly.
The boy’s ears were red, and his whole body was a little stiff with tension, and the air he exhaled hit his skin.
The force of biting the corner of his lips was so light that it couldn’t be more light, but it inexplicably aroused distinct heat, gathering and churning in his chest.
Jin Linkun’s arms tightened slightly, his voice was hoarse, and he said softly, “Yu Sheng—”
“Ge, driving test questions… I don’t know how to.”
Yu Sheng was buried on his neck, his heartbeat was so fast that he couldn’t stop, his voice was a little hoarse: “I’m an adult now, will you teach me?”
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The light in the bedroom is warmer, covering them head-on, as if carrying a warmth that cannot be ignored.
The boy was tangled in the soft and thick quilt, the corners of his lips were pressed tightly together, and there were occasional very soft sounds from his throat.
The thin shoulders were thrown back, forming a slight arc.
Yu Sheng is really completely green in this kind of matter, and he is particularly nervous. Jin Linkun tried it, but decided to slow down the progress and let his child progress step by step.
His palm was covered with another that was firm, Yu Sheng suddenly trembled in his chest, and then he struggled to relax again under the comfort of delicate kisses.
“It’s okay, it’s alright…”
Jin Linkun pulled his hand out from behind, kissed his hair, and wrapped him in his arms: “If you’re afraid, bite me.”
Yu Sheng shook his head, closed his eyes, and buried his face into Jin Linkun’s warm chest and shoulders.
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In the end, Yu Sheng didn’t know how he fell asleep.
It seemed that Jin Linkun led him to the bathroom. He was inexplicably weak, and he was so sleepy that he just wanted to sleep.
Even though it was the first time he came to this place, because there was an extremely familiar atmosphere everywhere, it made him so relaxed that he couldn’t get up at all, and he could fall asleep groggily with his eyes closed.
Time passed inexplicably fast, it was already midnight when he came out of the bathroom, Jin Linkun helped him clean it up, while he was still burning himself.
He wanted to study driving test 2, but was coaxed by his tutor back into the quilt.
Two messages arrived in his phone, and it dropped to the side of the pillow with a flashing green light.
He glanced at the birthday wishes generated by the system in the social media site, which were formulaic and inconspicuous, and were covered up by a bunch of strange birthday cheers, happy adulthood messages, and other excited congratulatory messages in a blink of an eye.
It passed by with a glance, leaving no vivid impression.
After sleeping in a daze for more than half an hour, another cold breath got into the quilt, gently pressed against him, and kissed his forehead.
There was still class the next day, so Yu Sheng set off a series of alarm clocks, woke up from sleepiness, and dragged himself to school with great self-discipline.
“Sheng-ge, are you okay? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?”
Duan Lei had already dragged a group of brothers to make up a false leave note for Yu Sheng and handed it in. Unexpectedly, Yu Sheng entered the classroom before the bell rang, and he circled around him worriedly: “My brother at first sight seemed to have told me something about how it may be inconvenient for you to attend classes today, and let us help you cover up.”
No one brought a school bag to Jin Linkun’s house, and the two went back to pack their things before coming to school. Yu Sheng managed to throw Jin Linkun over the back wall of their school. He was still so sleepy that he pressed his forehead and couldn’t open his eyes: “It’s nothing.”
The group of people in the summer camp had been to the sports meeting, and he could almost guess who it was who hit it off with Duan Lei: “Tell that brother of yours, he left his power bank at my house.”
Duan Lei: “…”
Yu Sheng didn’t seem to be in any serious trouble, and seemed to be in a good mood, and he wasn’t bothered by being harassed like this, he just lay on the table the whole morning to make up for sleep.
The last class was Lao He’s class. When Yu Sheng woke up to change books during the break, Lao He talked to him alone with great concern: “I heard that you picked up a hundred dollars when you helped the old lady cross the road, and when you were waiting at the same place for the original owner to show up, you saw someone jumping into the water, and I accidentally caught a cold when you jumped to save the person…”
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Duan Lei withdrew the conclusion that Sheng-ge was in a good mood, and clutched his head, unable to figure it out: “Isn’t it more reasonable to write a fake note like this?”
Their class monitor was careless for a while, and actually let this leave request be handed over to Lao He directly, and couldn’t help feeling: “Then your reason is too good, why didn’t you write that Sheng-ge got stuck on the road because he was saving the world?”
Fortunately, it was Lao He who took the leave. Considering the dignity of the leader of his class, he didn’t show it to other teachers, and returned the original leave to Yu Sheng.
“You think Lao He is so kind?”
The Sports Committee had this experience before, and quietly opened the book: “What’s the point of returning the original document? If you make a mistake someday, Lao He will turn on his phone, show you a clear photo, and try to borrow one account from other teachers to post on the school’s forums…”
The few people nearby all shivered, glanced at Lao He who was smiling on the podium as if he was innocent, bowed their heads obediently, and quickly opened the book.
Duan Lei met Yu Sheng’s gaze, sat gaping for a while, tremblingly grabbed Yao Qiang’s shoulder: “Lao Yao, I still have seventeen sets of papers, five practice books, and a newly bought Oxford dictionary. I leave it all to you, remember to burn two sticks of incense for me…”
Yu Sheng was asleep for three classes and regained a little bit of energy, didn’t destroy Duan Lei and the note, and leaned against the window to listen to the class for a while.
On the first day of school after the National Day holiday, he was not the only one who was sleepy.
Quite a few people nodded their heads while listening to the class, and the nibs of the note-taking pens were written on the table, drawing symbols in vain, probably not even knowing what they were writing.
In view of this situation, Lao He decided to use this time to do something more meaningful: “Students, close your books and take out a piece of paper.”
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No matter what time it is, this sentence can be listed as one of the sentences which caused the most intense trauma of all students in school.
As soon as Lao He’s voice fell, a group of people panicked: “What’s going on, what’s going on, are you giving a pop quiz again?!”
“Settling debts after the school holidays? Blowing the horn in advance for the college entrance examination?”
“I didn’t do any cheat sheets! Which ones have we been asked to recite recently? Hurry up and do me a favour…”
“…Let’s write down our short-term goals for the past two months, write carefully, and the monitor will collect them later.”
Lao He pushed his glasses, looked at a group of students chaotically begging for help, and finished his sentence with a smile: “How are you, are you still sleepy, students?”
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The class 7 students who were completely frightened couldn’t even speak, picked up their pens in a trance, and wrote down their short-term goals for October and November according to Lao He’s request.
This is also the tradition of No. 3 high school.
Because after this period all the way to the end of the year, the first hurdle of the unified examinations is basically ushered in, so students are asked to write down their goals and wait until the end of November to send them out.
It is not only an incentive, but also an introspection, to see if they have fulfilled their original goals, or whether they have wasted time again.
The short-term goal of Class 7 is very clear, which is to beat the average English score of Class 1 in the mid-term exam in November.
“Why are they still winning?”
In the office, the head teacher of a class was so worried that his hairline ran straight up: “Can you stop using our class as an imaginary enemy, we have all changed English teachers!”
The fighting spirit of class 7 is very strong. It’s okay to beat class 1 when you meet them at the sports meeting. In the exercises between classes, the class cheer must be shouted loudly, overtaking other classes.
Class 1 is now under extreme pressure. They dare not go to physical education class, and concentrate on studying every day. They’re afraid that their average English score will really be caught up, or be squeezed out of the first examination room by class 7.
“Isn’t this also very good, competing with each other and improving yourselves.”
Lao He was not in a hurry, and flipped through the short-term goals of his classmates one by one: “Children’s goals should be encouraged, not suppressed and given room to develop…”
Being stared at by a class of students like a wolf every day does affect hair volume, but he has to admit that it also has many benefits for healthy competition among the students.
The head teacher of class 1 touched the last bit of hair and felt uncomfortable for a while, but he also cheered up and came together to gossip: “How is it, what is the goal of the 702 in your class?”
Yu Sheng’s test score not only broke the history of the No. 3 high School, but also almost broke the provincial record for the highest score in humanities.
Although the grading of humanities subjects is relatively loose, subjectivity is strong, and the scope of examination is not comprehensive, there may be certain variables in the remaining half a year before the college entrance examination. But Yu Sheng’s score is still enough to make a group of teachers who have been suppressed by high schools with good students and educational resources for many years look forward to the birth of a city champion in their school.
In particular, this promising sprout politely declined the olive branches offered by all the schools, saying that the style of study in No. 3 High School is very suitable for the college entrance examination, and he doesn’t want to go anywhere.
“Don’t call him 702. Our child has a name, Yu Sheng. Don’t put pressure on him.”
Lao He rummaged while flipping through, and soon found an extremely clean and neat handwriting in the “Crush Class 1 in English, let’s go!” divider section of the folder.
“…” The teacher in class 1 looked at it carefully for a while: “Driving test 2, is he also learning how to drive?”
Lao He touched his chin: “It’s possible, he has just turned eighteen, and he is indeed legally allowed to obtain a driver’s licence.”
The No. 3 high School has an inclusive school style and supports students to develop their individuality, especially for students like Yu Sheng who are not easily taught by teachers. Learning to drive is not too deviant.
The head teacher of class 1 thought carefully for a long time: “Driving test 2…does it take two months?”
“It does.” Lao He nodded and adjusted his glasses, “I studied for half a year, and driving test 2 was very difficult.”
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The promising sprout, whose short-term goal is to finish driving test 2, is sitting in the classroom with the milk that Jin Linkun brought over at noon, and is tutoring a group of students who are determined to overcome the hurdle called English.
Under the driving force of competition, the strong atmosphere of learning has enveloped the entire Class 7 after the end of the long holiday.
When Bao Qin came back, he was flattered by the students’ great enthusiasm for English. He was gearing up to answer questions in the remedial classes of self-study classes, and took over the lessons from Jin Linkun, a temporary substitute teacher.
Jin Linkun was officially unemployed, and after a few days of feeling lost and empty, he resumed the days of eating together at noon every day and coming to pick Yu Sheng home after school.
The weather has been getting colder and colder recently, and he added to his routine: dragging Yu Sheng to eat hot pot.
For hot pot, a form of food that is completely unaffected by cooking skills, Jin Linkun has a good impression of it after being in contact with it twice. Every day, he thinks about what he can cook for his child to nourish his body, and he prepares every night. Before he leaves for school, he will send out the menu and let Yu Sheng choose the base of the soup for that day.
It was not known whether he did that to lure Yu Sheng out of school quickly.
“Look at it again, we’ll talk about it later.”
Yu Sheng glanced at the screen, replied two messages to Jin Linkun, and put down his phone: “Tell me, where is it not clear?”
Yu Sheng’s English was a problem, and he was once stuck in vocabulary again, but after he finally passed this article, his learning rate began to improve by leaps and bounds.
The first difficulty in English is vocabulary, and the second difficulty is grammar of various tenses. Yu Sheng was not in a hurry to give tuition, and he did not bring much personal emotion. He walked everyone through the sequence step by step, and he would teach again if they didn’t understand something.
The attitude doesn’t look any different than sitting on the back wall and directing a gang fight.
“…Speaking of it this way, I suddenly don’t dare to fail this question.”
Although he knows that this comment is made because Sheng-ge fights calmly and quickly without any emotional fluctuations, Yao Qiang still shivered instinctively, holding the practise book and looking up at Duan Lei: “If I make another grammar question wrong, Sheng-ge, will you tie me up and nail me to the wall?”
Duan Lei couldn’t even protect himself, so he patted him on the head: “It’s hard to say, but Sheng-ge may wish you a smooth sailing in the games, youll lose every game and every team mate you meet are uncooperative.”
Yu Sheng was giving tuition to the class committee when Yao Qiang suddenly drifted over in a daze: “Sheng-ge, just nail me to the wall…”
Yu Sheng: “…”
Yu Sheng felt that his attitude towards the topic was obviously more sincere than that of Jin Linkun, and he couldn’t figure out what the group of people were thinking of. He put down his pen and before he could speak, their class monitor suddenly ran in, panting: “Sheng-ge… Lao He is looking for you at the Education Department.”
Yu Sheng was busy going home to eat hot pot recently, so he didn’t even fight much. Not sure why he suddenly wanted to call him out at this time, and explained the concepts to the school committee again in a few words, picked up his phone and went upstairs.
The education department not only has Lao He, but also Jin Linkun.
There was another middle-aged man in his early forties.
With one hand behind his back, Jin Linkun was struggling to send him a message. Before he finished typing a message, he saw him at the door.
The man was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, and wore gold-rimmed glasses. At first glance, he didn’t quite adapt to the atmosphere of the No. 3 High School. He explained to the director of the education department without knowing what to do: “I am really Yu Sheng’s parent. I came this time to arrange for him to leave the account…”
“Let’s not talk about this. You come here to make up stories and put people on the spot. Didn’t you say you were his long-lost cousin last time?”
The director of the education department has caught many people from other schools sneaking in to poach people these days, and he has already summed up a set of identification methods, and glanced at him: “You said you are his parent, which class he is in? Does he get along well with his classmates? What kind of personality does he have? What hobbies does he have? Who is his class form teacher? And how is his usual academic performance?”
The middle-aged man opened his mouth, his expression slightly stunned, and the hand that was about to pass the business card suddenly got stuck.
The director of the Education Department sneered and raised his chin at Jin Linkun: “Say it.”
“…” Jin Linkun turned his head, and protected Yu Sheng behind him: “Director—”
His kid was behind him, holding his hand.
The heating in the school came on earlier than outside. Yu Sheng leaned against the window, and his seat was next to the heating. With the thick clothes he forcibly put on his body every day, his hands were not cold at all.
Jin Linkun stood for a while, holding that hand, slowly tightening it.
“Grade 3, class 7.”
Jin Linkun turned his lower body to meet Yu Sheng’s gaze, and his voice was a little softer than usual: “He gets along very well with his classmates, and he holds a very important position in his class. All the classmates in his class are willing to play with him. He has a better personality than anyone else. He never lets down a promise. Loves to learn. Very good at playing the piano. A few teachers from Yangyin school wanted to steal him away.”
“Outstanding and can do everything well. Achieved a score of 702 in this mock test, even though his English is still a little weak, he can continue to improve his score.”
Jin Linkun paused: “His class form teacher is Teacher He, their maths teacher is surnamed Zhou. His desk is opposite Teacher He. The English teacher’s surname is Qin, not Bao…”
“All right, all right, get out—see? I don’t care which school you are from, just leave quickly, our children don’t have time to talk to you.”
Seeing the little rabbits from the school next door talking more and more, almost figuring out their entire teaching institution. The director of the education department interrupted in time, signalling Jin Linkun to take Yu Sheng home as soon as possible, and glanced at the man at the table.
“If you don’t know anything, don’t claim you’re the parent.”
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