Recap
“Are there bugs in the room you’re staying in?”
The lifestyle committee still remembers the hotel owner’s phone number and took out his phone: “Is it serious? Are there any other health problems?”
“…” Jin Linkun didn’t react immediately: “Huh?”
The lifestyle committee was determined to fight on behalf of their rights: “I’m going to complain to their boss. It’s simply outrageous. Such sanitary conditions require the hotel to write a letter of apology.”
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The customer is God.
The day after Yu Sheng returned home, he received a letter of apology from the hotel owner.
“Maybe it was sent to everyone. Our room is pretty clean.”
Jin Linkun took a band-aid and gestured towards the side of Yu Sheng’s neck, and carefully applied the bandaid: “The conditions at their hotel are actually really good. The boss is too gracious.”
Even the sound insulation is very good.
It would be better if the bathroom was a little bigger though.
Yu Sheng’s skin colour is fair, and any marks are very obvious, they fade away a little slower than others. Jin Linkun persuaded him that he could only wear the shirt for a few days before people started getting suspicious, so he could only use a band-aid as a temporary cover: “But it’s already December, why would there still be any bugs?”
Yu Sheng looked at the apology letter with unusually aggrieved wording: “The boss thinks so too.”
But the lifestyle committee doesn’t care.
The lifestyle committee was well-founded and argued with the boss for a long time. He also fought for the rights that the students deserved and even persuaded the boss for a regulars’ discount for customers and are able to check out one hour later when travelling next time.
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Overall, despite some hiccups at the hotel, the entire trip is still very enjoyable.
Everyone was still unsatisfied. Even Bao Qin took advantage of the opportunity and arranged an English composition about this trip, which did not cause much backlash.
“Good news, the scores will all be available this Friday.”
The English subject representative went to the office to hand in the essays and came back to inform everyone about the situation: “Congratulations, we can live for one more week.”
The information given by Class 1 is correct. The results will indeed be released on a weekend, but it was not last week, it’s this week’s weekend.
Bao Qin has been in a good mood for a while. When he was collecting essays, he even joked with the English subject representative: “Of course it’s a day off for marking papers. Are teachers not human beings? Do you think the teachers are happy seeing your atrocious scores?”
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To be honest, the English subject representative felt that the teachers’ happiness was about to turn into reality.
But no matter what, being able to get results later is undoubtedly what everyone hopes for.
The spirit of the sports committee was also lifted. In an instant, he recovered his human form from a puddle of withered organic matter and continued to brag: “It’s all good, it’s all good. To be honest, I recently helped out some people in our training team and felt that I did a really good job. The questions are pretty simple and easy to understand. It has even reached the point where I have a book in my heart and no book in my hands; there is no need for me to blindly memorise texts anymore…”
The more Yao Qiang listened, the more something was wrong: “Didn’t you just say that you felt that you had lost your touch with the questions and that you needed to continue studying hard and reading well from today on?”
“That’s because I thought the results would be out today.”
The Sports Committee waved his hand in high spirits: “Nevermind, as long as our results don’t show up for a day, I can still pretend that I’m awesome for a day.”
His confident attitude also made people find it difficult to complain. Everyone was convinced and became silent for a while. The student committee suddenly raised his head: “Ah, Sheng-ge——”
The sports committee sat upright, quickly took out a book from the desk, and read aloud: “A simple looking lad you were! Carrying cloth to exchange it for silk! But you came not so to purchase silk! You came to make proposals to me!”*
*(氓之蚩蚩, 抱布贸丝, 匪来贸丝, 来即我谋, I took the translations from here http://chinesenotes.com/shijing/shijing059.html because I also don’t know how to translate it…)
He didn’t even hold the book straight.
After reading for a long time, he realised that the atmosphere around him was not right. The sports committee put down the book and looked around: “Where is Sheng-ge?”
The student committee finished his words slowly: “…The book on Sheng-ge’s desk is about to fall off. Lao Duan, please help me hold it up.”
Sports Committee: “…”
A group of ill-intentioned people burst into laughter. The student committee pushed up his glasses and hid behind the class monitor in time.
Even after the midterm exam, the students of Class 7 did not stop studying diligently.
It’s not entirely because the students have truly fallen in love with learning.
Mainly because Lao He used some sort of method to get Yu Sheng to agree to be the Chinese student representative, and asked him to randomly check the students’ recitation of ancient poems.
Regarding this new job, Yu Sheng actually always felt that his attitude was quite friendly, but his classmates in Class 7 obviously didn’t think so.
Not only did they not think so, Yu Sheng even discovered recently that as long as he went wherever, the energetic and unusually loud sound of reading would be heard nearby.
The sound of reading can be heard like the sound of wind and rain.
It’s hard to even get a nap between classes.
Jin Linkun saw him yawning for a few days straight and couldn’t help but give him some advice: “Do you want to tell them?”
The students in Class 7 are very talkative. But if they know that their diligent studying behaviour is disturbing their Sheng-ge’s rest, they will definitely correct it immediately.
But Yu Sheng obviously didn’t intend to let them know: “No, I’ll just go home and sleep a little longer.”
Driven by the extremely powerful motivation of “possibly being picked to recite texts by Sheng-ge”, the enthusiasm of the students in Class 7 for learning once again increased. They also had one more notebook for memorising words in their pockets where they copied lots of poems and ancient prose.
Yu Sheng doesn’t seem to have any special feelings about this job of supervising students to study, he actually quite likes it.
Jin Linkun discovered several times that before his boyfriend headed home with him, he would still go around the places where Class 7 gathered, and then came to find him with a satisfied look on his face amidst the recitation.
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His child’s shoulders are straight, his steps are slow and slow, and the corners of his mouth are still tightly pressed.
When he looks at him, he really wants to take him to a place where others can’t see him and rub his head.
“There’s someone.”
Yu Sheng didn’t mind taking Jin Linkun to introduce to Class 7 that this is his partner, but the school bully undoubtedly couldn’t let others touch his head all the time: “If you want to rub my head, do it at home. You are not allowed to do it here.”
Jin Linkun is quite satisfied with this arrangement. He grab his wrist and took the school bag from Yu Sheng’s hand: “Let’s go home directly? We don’t have much food at home, so we still have to bring some eggs back.”
His birthday is this Sunday, and Jin Linkun’s parents plan to arrive back in time for the weekend and stay at home for a day before leaving.
It is said that Mr. Jin has booked a ticket for Ms. Li for a Broadway show, where she can go backstage to get autographs from the actors and actresses, so they can’t stay too long with him.
But Yu Sheng still felt that it was no small matter for the family to meet, so the main topics of the two of them this week centred on what Mr. Jin and Ms. Li would like to eat and what kind of dishes they should cook for them.
Yu Sheng went through the recipe very late last night. Jin Linkun wanted him to take a break and try to improve his own skills: “I can make hot pot, and I can also cook tomatoes with eggs… Was the garlic sprouts delicious last time?”
The last time after Yu Sheng came back from changing his household registration on a rainy day, the few cold dishes he made at home were all eaten by Yu Sheng, Jin Linkun himself couldn’t even take a bite.
“…” Yu Sheng paused: “Stop, it’s okay, I’ll do it.”
Jin Linkun felt that tomatoes and garlic sprouts would be very eye-catching on the dinner table, and he was a little regretful: “Was it not done well enough? I think it looked pretty good…”
“It looked good.” Yu Sheng gave up the idea of encouraging him, “If you make a plate of garlic sprouts, then all my dishes will be in vain.”
The words were so straightforward that Jin Linkun could only regretfully give up the idea of making the garlic sprouts.
This winter is extremely cold and gloomy. The two of them walked back for a while, white puffs of breath drifted in the air while they talked.
Yu Sheng never really liked to wear gloves. Jin Linkun looked at his boyfriend’s fingertips that were red from the cold, and remembered his request not to touch him until they got home, he looked up and said, “Wait for me.”
“What are you doing?” Yu Sheng looked up and saw Jin Linkun running quickly into the corner of the street.
Before Yu Sheng could figure out what he wanted to do, he looked towards where Jin Linkun was looking just now and found a couple skipping classes to have fun on the road.
The boy ran back with a cup of pink and white pearl milk tea, handed it to the girl, warming up her hands, and leaning close to whisper.
A teenage boy and a girl, they are young but their relationship is very serious.
Yu Sheng: “…”
Yu Sheng stood for a while and decided that if Jin Linkun dared to give him a cup of milk tea, he would directly throw this person over his shoulder.
Jin Linkun did not disappoint him.
As a student, you usually shouldn’t copy other’s homework directly. Within two minutes, this person came back with a warm roasted sweet potato.
It was so hot that he turned his hands back and forth, blew on them and stuffed them into his waiting hands: “Quick, keep warm.”
Yu Sheng stuffed a particularly pragmatic and down-to-earth roasted sweet potato into his hand, and it was so hot that he almost lost his grip.
After warming it with his hands several times, he finally managed to hold it. He raised his head and met the man’s unusually confident gaze.
“…”
Yu Sheng endured it for a long time, but still couldn’t hold it back and buried his head in his shoulder.
“I want the yellow-flesh one. This one is particularly sweet.”
Jin Linkun was still trying to recommend his choice when his boyfriend suddenly came up to him with his arms bent. He instinctively raised his hands to hug him: “What’s wrong…friend, where’s the humour?”
Yu Sheng didn’t know where his smile came from. Even when he was holding the plastic bag that was so hot that it was soft, he couldn’t hold back his smile.
Maybe it’s because this person is always very childish in various ways, or maybe it’s because he only stood on the street corner for a few minutes this time, and not only did he come back to find him, but he also brought him a roasted sweet potato with a yellow flesh.
Yu Sheng blew the ashes off the baked sweet potatoes, studied for a long time, and carefully peeled off the outer plastic bag.
After taking a bite, he heard Jin Linkun nagging beside him: “Eat slowly, this is very sticky. Don’t bite, it will burn your tongue easily…”
Yu Sheng: “…”
Jin Linkun sensed something was wrong: “What’s wrong?”
Yu Sheng: “You peel it for me.”
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Jin Linkun thought his boyfriend might have burned his tongue.
His little friend is very cool outside and will remain calm even if he is burned. He still has the roasted sweet potato in his hand, ready to try the second bite.
It is not noticeable on the outside, but the roasted skin is a bit open, revealing the soft yellow flesh inside, and the white steam rises constantly.
Jin Linkun took action immediately and held his wrist: “Did you burn yourself? Does it hurt?”
“It doesn’t hurt.”
Yu Sheng didn’t take it seriously. He retracted his hands into his sleeves and slowly took a small bite out of the bright, glutinous yellow flesh inside as he instructed. He tasted it carefully for a while: “It’s quite sweet.”
Jin Linkun turned his head to tell him that he did not need to hurry to eat it. However, when his eyes fell on Yu Sheng, he paused for some reason.
The person that almost everyone in No. 3 High was frightened by, the person who Class 7 would immediately stand at attention and recite their Chinese poems no matter where he stood, is holding the roasted sweet potato in his hand carefully, with his hands in his sleeves to keep warm, while nibbling at the sweet potato slowly.
His thick eyelashes were covered with a layer of water vapour from the rising mist, and because of the dry and cold weather, a layer of fluffy white frost formed in an instant.
Jin Linkun’s hand dropped to his side, and he squeezed it twice. He couldn’t help but pull the person to the corner and wipe away the little white frost on his eyelashes.
He also wanted to see whether his tongue was burned, but it seemed like he would have to go home to examine it.
Yu Sheng ate the roasted sweet potato without raising his head and let him lead him all the way back home.
After walking for a while, Jin Linkun noticed a coolness and moisture on his temples and ears. He raised his hand to touch it and raised his head.
The street lights were on, and in the warm yellowish light, there was now fine flying snow swirling in the deep dusk.
The first snow this winter has just arrived.
Jin Linkun couldn’t help but touch the back of Yu Sheng’s hand: “Boyfriend.”
Yu Sheng had just finished eating the last bit of roasted sweet potatoes. He threw the plastic bag into the trash can and wiped his hands with a paper towel: “Huh?”
Yu Sheng looked particularly soft every time he made a single sound like this. Jin Linkun turned around and pulled up his collar for him: “Holding hands, does that count as touching?”
Jin Linkun pulled it up in time, but there were still snowflakes carried by the wind into the collar, turning into cold water in an instant.
Only then did Yu Sheng realise that it was actually snowing. He looked up and raised his hand.
Jin Linkun felt that holding hands didn’t need to be so formal, but he still put his hands up cooperatively.
Yu Sheng just wanted to catch a snowflake, so he looked at this man’s hand that was holding his own: “…”
After a while, he realised what his boyfriend was doing. Jin Linkun coughed slightly and was about to take his hand away. His child’s hand, which was extra warm from the roasted sweet potatoes, suddenly reached back and held his.
Without waiting for his reaction, he grabbed his hand and walked forward.
When Jin Linkun was in a particularly good mood, he would easily get carried away. He took out his mobile phone and created a new notepad: “That didn’t count? What is the bottom line for touching in your words? Can I have a hint? Let me understand…”
Yu Sheng glanced at him, the corners of his mouth lowered, and raised them again: “There is.”
Jin Linkun held up his mobile phone with one hand, his fingertips resting on the keyboard, ready to type, waiting for him to speak.
Their home was not far back behind the wall, but when they turned another corner and were about to arrive, the crowds of people had already dispersed a lot.
Occasionally, one or two passed by, and they all walked in a hurry with their collars turned up.
On a snowy winter evening, almost every pedestrian is rushing home.
Yu Sheng looked at him for a while, then took his other hand and stuffed it into his pocket.
The two people suddenly came face to face. Jin Linkun was stunned for a moment. His child had already come so close to him.
A cool and soft finger touched his neck, and it left immediately, like snowflakes just melting on the skin where the collar overlapped.
“Here.”
The boy’s ears were red and hot, but he refused to give in. He held Jin Linkun’s hand and raised his eyebrows brightly: “Boyfriend, do you understand?”
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Not only did Jin Linkun not understand, he also wanted to carry the person back immediately and check whether his tongue was burned.
The two of them were so childish that they fought back and forth for a long time in the increasingly heavy snow. For some reason, it developed into a small exchange of skills. In the end, they were both out of breath when they returned home.
Jin Linkun’s stamina is still slightly better. When he entered the door, he hugged the person onto the sofa and carefully checked the spot.
The next day, Yao Qiang looked at Sheng-ge who had put a band-aid on his neck and now had a small inconspicuous wound on the corner of his mouth. He was completely shocked: “Sheng-ge… Are you learning some combat sports?”
Yu Sheng was flipping through the exercises Bao Qin had specially found for him, but didn’t quite understand what he was talking about: “What combat sports?”
“It’s okay, Sheng-ge.” Duan Lei, who was relatively well-informed, covered Yao Qiang’s mouth, “He was reciting poems. To drown one’s sorrows and shout out in a chilly autumn day, the rushing water in the middle of the stream, crashed and stopped the speeding boat.”*
*(何以解忧，却道天凉好个秋，中流击水，浪遏飞舟 I have no idea, I can understand the words individually, but when it’s together like this, it makes no sense ahah.)
“…” Yu Sheng was a little shocked by his recitation. He put down the paper in his hand and raised his head to correct it. Duan Lei had already dragged Yao Qiang away quickly.
Before Yao Qiang could figure out what was going on, he was dragged to his seat: “What are you doing? Can’t I care about Sheng-ge?”
“You can, but you shouldn’t.”
Duan Lei raised his hand and scratched his head: “Do you still remember the time when we theorised that aliens might have altered his brain and left him here peacefully?”
Yao Qiang has no impression at all: “What the hell?”
“It’s okay, it’s okay if you don’t remember.”
Duan Lei now regretted his careless comparison, and after confirming that the only witness had lost his memory, he finally patted his chest with relief: “To tell you the truth, I have been thinking recently, whether Sheng-ge’s mysterious academic prowess may be contagious…”
For example, he regrets it very much now. Previously, when he made blind assumptions, why did he insert a scenario between Sheng-ge between falling flat on the ground to being knocked unconscious by aliens with him pressed against the wall and kissed until he couldn’t breathe?
According to these assumptions of his, Duan Lei feels that aliens may invade the earth soon.
Although Lao He is more free with these kinds of things, there are still a few people who can’t succeed in Class 7. Even if a few of them, like the class monitor, have a partner, they are still at the stage of holding hands and blushing to the point of exploding with one glance.
To be the only one sober within a group of drunks who have no idea what happened to their Sheng-ge, is actually quite stressful.
Duan Lei, who is under pressure, lay on the table and silently wrote the poems “Short Song Lines”, “Middle wall of Shubo Mountain Road” and “Qin Yuan Chun Chang Sha” left to him by Yu Sheng. He couldn’t help but raise his hand: “Sheng-ge, I feel like the songs in the middle are not within the scope of our syllabus.”
“It’s rare that you can remember that.”
Yu Sheng did the question without looking up, and raised his pen generously: “I will reward you with a song.”
Duan Lei clutched his pen: “…”
When everyone is drunk but I am sober and awake, is not only a stressful event, but also extremely tiring.
Yu Sheng is awake today, and the enthusiasm for learning Chinese in the class was extremely strong. Everyone was diligently turning over and over to memorise the required content.
Before the papers were marked, the sports committee of their class did not let fate strangle their necks for the time being, and jumped up to the podium in full vigour: “Students, there is something that everyone needs to know…”
There will be a fateful basketball game in two days.
In fact, this basketball game has been postponed for a long time. The preliminaries were held simultaneously during the school sports meeting. A group of teams were selected through a complex elimination system and have now reached the top eight.
“But, we are different.”
The Sports Committee is very proud: “We were last year’s champions. We have the only direct ticket into the semi-finals. We are naturally strong and undefeatable.”
He boasted so much that even their class monitor couldn’t stand it: “Okay, who in our class doesn’t know how the champion came to be?”
Although in terms of basketball level, the members of Class 7 are actually no different than any other class, but last year there was a team in the next class that played erratically, making too many small moves, and even colliding with their opponents maliciously.
Their class sports committee invited Yu Sheng over in a fit of anger.
“Not playing on the field.”
Duan Lei also remembered their glorious past and told Yang Fan: “Sheng-ge sat on the sidelines.”
To be precise, Yu Sheng sat on the sidelines to catch up on some sleep.
As a result, he slept for four periods of the game, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he heard that their class had won.
Yang Fan was the boy who was saved by Yu Sheng when he was blocked by a group of people asking for money when he first entered high school. Later, because Yin Mei was targeting Yu Sheng, he stubbornly changed classes.
Since he was transferred to Class 7, this lanky and dull student has been led by this group of people to become more and more cheerful. He even speaks a lot more fluently, and his eyes are bright when he listens to the stories: “Then… Why don’t we just let Sheng-ge play? Wouldn’t that be enough?”
But Class 7 didn’t seem to think about it at all.
The Sports Committee squatted beside Yu Sheng’s desk and asked him to be the coach, helping the team members design tactics, and even asked the lifestyle committee to buy a face mask for Yu Sheng.
Duan Lei shook his head: “I’m afraid that’s not possible.”
Basketball is a competitive sport that focuses on the offensive, and it is not the same thing as competing in javelin throws at sports meets.
Duan Lei still remembers what happened last year and scratched his chin: “Not only did the team on the opposite side not dare to cheat, they also didn’t even dare to play the game…”
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Update: 2 days later~
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