51. Ge, don’t go.

“Kunshen, I know you are very busy admiring Sheng-ge.”

After evening self-study, Cen Rui just slipped back after developing the photos and was busy distributing them around: “Can’t you just give the camera a few seconds? It’s not easy to photoshop you into it you know…”

“You might as well not photoshop it.” Xia Junhua took the photo and looked at it carefully, “Place a cartoon Kunshen sitting on Sheng-ge’s head…I won’t ask you who gave you the idea but who gave you the courage?”

“Isn’t it nice?”

Cen Rui was very disappointed, and while talking to him, he messaged back: “I begged for a day on the forum, offering a reward of 3,000 beans, and only then did I ask the boss to draw a Q version.”*

*(Q is cartoon version)

The Q version is very cute with a short head, body, hands and feet, and the style is very vivid. Group 7 are very envious. A few girls even wanted to ask for the account number of the boss, and then asked for a few commissions.

It’s a pity that the boss Cen Rui contacted saw that it was a daily-disposable account that he applied for at a glance, zero-level, and there was only one online record, and there was no movement after offline.

Nice is nice, but Xia Junhua still feels that the focus should not be this: “The drawing is pretty good, but—”

Yu Sheng was arranging roles with Ding Zhengjiao’s commentator, and raised his hand to take the photo: “But I didn’t ask you to put him on top of my head.”

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“Sheng-ge!” Cen Rui was stunned for two seconds, and instantly figured out why the tone of the zero-level account was so familiar, “When did you—”

Before he finished speaking, Yu Sheng glanced at him, and immediately raised his hand to cover his mouth, and quickly fell silent.

Jin Linkun was sorting out the questions all night during his self-study. He raised his head when he heard that the photo was posted, and took out the printed and laminated group photo.

He seemed to like the Q-version style of sitting on top of his roommate’s head and hugging his roommate’s lock of hair that had not been pressed down while sleeping. He took the photo and admired it for a long time with satisfaction, and expressed his cordial and sincere thanks to Cen Rui.

Accepting Kunshen’s earnest and sincere thanks is inexplicably stressful. Cen Rui bravely withstood the pressure, and waited for Jin Linkun to lower his head again before he quickly moved to Yu Sheng’s side: “Sheng-ge——”

Yu Sheng was drawing a simple stage diagram for Ding Zhengjiao, when he heard the sound, he put down his pen and looked up at him.

“I don’t know anything.”

Cen Rui understood, and raised his hand to promise: “I just met a boss who passed by, he happened to have retired early, casted away his buddhist robes, hidden his identity, truly a deity who helped me in my time of need, attained immortality…*”

*(he might be reciting a poem here idk)

Yu Sheng lowered his head again, and Cen Rui squatted on the side to watch for a while, and finally couldn’t hold back the doubts in his heart, lowered his voice, “Sheng-ge, so——what is Kunshen holding? I really don’t understand… …”

When the boss’s original picture was sent over, what the Q version Kunshen was holding in his arms was actually a slender khaki-coloured strip.

Cen Rui asked several people to brainstorm, but he didn’t find out what it was, so he could only improvise by himself, and put Sheng-ge’s hair into Mini Kunshen’s arms again.

“…” Yu Sheng put down his pen: “Pole.”

Cen Rui: “Huh?”

Barely comprehending the meaning of this unusually simple word, Cen Rui tried his best to sublimate the theme for him: “Bamboo——bamboo pole? Wishing Kunshen every success? Shoot up like a bamboo?”*

(Bamboo grows very fast so maybe Yu Sheng wanted Kunshen to be very successful, they thought)

“No.” Yu Sheng didn’t take the que he passed over, “He climbed up after being handed a pole.”

Cen Rui: “…”

Not having the heart to tell others this somewhat cruel truth, Cen Rui decided to keep this version to himself.

He was about to go back to pack his school bag, but was stopped by Yu Sheng again, who kindly reminded him, “It’s a saying.”

Cen Rui was at a loss: “What saying?”

“There’s 2 poems.” After Yu Sheng finished assigning the role of the last person, he handed it over to Ding Zhengjiao to arrange, “They are all Li Bai’s, and the last two lines are “After the Chaos and Liberation.”

“…”

Cen Rui was silent for a long time, then jumped up and turned to chase Liang Yifan.

Liang Yifan, a liberal arts student, was extremely happy and sad, holding his head and fleeing desperately, explaining as he ran: “It’s not a compulsory course! It’s not the content of the exam! I’m memorising it for fun!”

“Can’t or won’t? Do you know how painful it is to memorise a poem?!” Cen Rui was extremely sad and indignant, “Tell me quickly, what is the next sentence after he attained immortality?!”

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Ding Zhengjiao looked up, lowered his head as usual, and continued to work on the arrangement of roles.

Jin Linkun seemed to really like this photo with only the back of his head. When he returned to the dormitory, he dug out a mobile phone holder, clipped the photo and put it on the corner of the table.

While Placing it, he also had to pull Yu Sheng to help him see: “Is this suitable, or should it be placed on the second level? I think it takes more effort to look up if you want to see it on the second level…”

“It’s suitable.” Yu Sheng just took a shower and came out wiping his hair, “You can also put a flower on the back of your head.”

Jin Linkun admired the photo: “No, the hair on the back of the head is very thick, I am very satisfied.”

“…” Yu Sheng deliberately kept being cold, glanced at him, but couldn’t help but raise the corner of his mouth.

He needed to stay up all night, so he ordered a bag of coffee powder from Liang Yifan, took out a mug and spilled a thin layer of coffee powder on the bottom, and leaned against the corner of Jin Linkun’s table to wait for the hot water to boil.

Jin Linkun found a suitable seat with great difficulty. As soon as he sat back at the table, cool water dripped down his neck and into his collar.

“Didn’t dry it?”

Yu Sheng met his gaze, and raised his hand to touch the tips of his hair that were still dripping.

Usually, his hair is dried naturally, thanks to the air conditioner in the dormitory. But Yu Sheng was really too lazy to listen to his nagging, so he lifted the towel and wiped his hair twice.

He wiped it in a rush and Jin Linkun couldn’t bear it so he changed it to a dry towel and got up: “Don’t move, I’ll help you.”

The water just boiled, and Yu Sheng handed over the mug to pour the water out, and couldn’t help but yawn slightly.

Jin Linkun covered his head with a towel, and when he lowered his head, there was a smile in his eyes.

Yu Sheng didn’t drink much coffee usually, and didn’t know how much water to add. He blew two breaths into the small half cup of dark brown unknown liquid, and caught his eyes from the corner of his eye: “What are you laughing at?”

“It’s nothing.” Jin Linkun rubbed his hair and smiled lightly after a while: “I just think I’m lucky.”

It’s rare for him to speak properly at times, and every time he becomes serious, it makes people feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

Yu Sheng touched his pockets, only to realise that there was no sweets in the pants of the pyjamas he just changed into, so he pursed his lips and handed the cup over: “Do you want to drink?”

Jin Linkun raised his eyebrows, and his eyes behind the lens couldn’t help but bend down again: “Okay.”

He didn’t take it, he held Yu Sheng’s hand, lowered his head and took two sips of coffee: “Friend.”

Yu Sheng still had to make sure not to choke him, held the cup for him, tilted his head to look: “Huh?”

Jin Linkun put away the towel: “Do you not drink coffee often?”

Yu Sheng usually didn’t drink anything when he stayed up late, and occasionally drank two cans of beer. He was a little impatient: “I don’t drink, why?”

Jin Linkun: “You have to add at least three quarters of a cup of water.”

Yu Sheng: “…”

Suspecting that he might have taken a sip of traditional Chinese medicine, Jin Linkun tried his best to maintain a controlled expression, and calmly turned over the cup that could hold water, when suddenly a lollipop was stuffed into his mouth.

Colourful, lively and exaggerated, it has been on the table for a long time.

Jin Linkun felt a little regretful, and said vaguely with the candy in his mouth, “This is for you.”

“I know.” Yu Sheng held the other end and said, “Hold on.”

Jin Linkun: “?”

Before he could react, Yu Sheng had already snapped at the other end, breaking the lollipop in half.

“…” Jin Linkun: “My friend, wait a minute—”

Without waiting for him, Yu Sheng stuffed the other half of the lollipop into his mouth, and filled the mug with three quarters of water.

Half an hour later, Yu Sheng looked at the person who had the computer open on his bed and couldn’t help frowning: “You have no room over there?”

“It’s all taken up.”

Jin Linkun still had the half lollipop in his mouth, pointing to the exercise book spread out on the table and bed: “And I miss the other half of the lollipop…”

Yu Sheng had already finished eating the candy, and he didn’t know how this man could eat so slowly. He held his coffee for a long time and couldn’t figure out how to answer, and watched Jin Linkun climb onto his bed.

As long as you pinch your nose and take the first sip of coffee, it’s not too difficult to get used to afterward.

Yu Sheng sipped his coffee while flipping through his geography book. Hearing the crisp sound of typing on the keyboard beside him, he couldn’t help but look up.

Jin Linkun was still summarising the key questions, typing on the computer to transcribe, his gaze behind the lens was extremely focused.

It wasn’t to pay back favours with errands. Ever since he came back from the day rental house, Yu Sheng watched him squat by the bed, rummaging through boxes and cabinets, digging out all the mock questions.

From the dormitory to the self-study class, he was so focused, so serious that he didn’t even bother him in the self-study class.

Yu Sheng lowered his gaze, and unconsciously drew a few strokes with the tip of the pen on the draft paper.

Those people may never know how important it was that they gave up on.

Jin Linkun was still typing on the keyboard, he didn’t pay attention, and was kicked twice by his roommate through the quilt.

The force is not heavy, and it seems that he hasn’t realised the nonsensical reason he gave for climbing onto his bed.

Sitting on the bed was uncomfortable after all, he sat up with his arms propped up, and adjusted his glasses: “What’s wrong?”

Yu Sheng leaned over, grabbed his collar, and stuffed a pillow behind his back.

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Study time actually flies by very quickly.

The effect of the coffee was much stronger than expected. Seeing the hazy bright colours outside the window, Yu Sheng was so sleepy that he couldn’t open his eyes, but his consciousness was still very clear and active.

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Yu Sheng rubbed his eyes vigorously, persisted in flipping through a few pages of the book, his eyes barely opened.

Only after trying to open it again, a book was already covered in front of his eyes.

The fingers holding the book are slender and stable, and the angle is just right, blocking all the light: “Go to sleep, it’s getting late.”

In response to his words, the brisk chirping of birds rang out outside the window.

“…” Jin Linkun raised his head, glanced at the morning light outside, and changed his words rigorously: “Go to sleep, it’s very early.”

Yu Sheng couldn’t hold back, and pursed the corner of his mouth: “Aren’t you going to sleep?”

“Almost there, I’ll finish it.”

Jin Linkun got up and got out of bed, flopped back the pillow, and lay down on him: “You sleep, I’ll do it next to you.”

The roommate needs some white noise to help him fall asleep. He often reads books and questions by Yu Sheng’s bed, so he naturally moves a chair and puts the computer on his lap.

The regular and slight keyboard tapping sounded again.

Yu Sheng was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, but he couldn’t fall asleep no matter what.

He doesn’t really like studying very much.

The colourful memories do not bring pleasant experiences, the brain will not automatically stop functioning, too much information will overload the brain, is there any way to make the brain stop thinking, even temporarily, a way to let him rest and rest.

After drinking coffee, this feeling not only didn’t get better, but became more obvious.

Yu Sheng tossed and turned several times on the bed, raised his hand to cover his eyes, and turned sideways to the wall.

After lying down with eyes closed for a while, the sound of typing on the keyboard stopped, and the figure leaned over: “What’s wrong, feeling uncomfortable?”

“It’s normal.” Yu Sheng closed his eyes and pulled the quilt up, “It’s okay, it will be fine in a while.”

He has to straighten out the things he has memorised, find a suitable place to put them in, and dig them out when he needs to use them.

Logical content like this is a little troublesome, and sometimes it takes an hour or two to sort it out. The simple, meaningless content is much simpler.

In the years of junior high school, in order to calm down and continue studying, he would sometimes sit by the bed alone and memorise the Xinhua dictionary from beginning to end to make himself a little more relaxed.

Later, he entered No. 3 Middle School, and this work was handed over to gaming.

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Jin Linkun was still worried, and lightly touched his shoulder, trying to make him lie down.

Already used to dealing with this situation alone, Yu Sheng moved his hand away: “No, do your stuff, it feels better to have the sound of typing.”

Jin Linkun hesitated for a moment, then sat back and picked up the computer.

The sound of typing on the keyboard sounded again.

Yu Sheng closed his eyes, trying to focus on Jin Linkun’s keyboard sound.

The person beside the bed was still in the same place, and when the light was covered by his shoulder, a shadow fell.

Yu Sheng once thought that if they really stayed in the summer camp for a long time, Jin Linkun might be able to grind the marks of four stool legs into the floor.

Looking back, maybe it can be the beginning of some fantastic campus gossip.

Don’t know why, but when thinking about this person, even random and borderless thoughts seem to give a little imperceptible peace in his mind.

Yu Sheng lay down for a while, feeling that the sound of the keyboard was not right, and turned back to glance at the messy characters on Jin Linkun’s screen: “…Are you planning to contact aliens?”

“Ah?” Jin Linkun was stunned for a moment, looked down at the keyboard, and said dumbly, “That’s right.”

He raised his hand and looked at Yu Sheng, his eyes slightly bent behind the lens: “Is it better?”

Yu Sheng was slightly taken aback.

It was almost after a while that he realised that Jin Linkun should have finished his things long ago, and was just typing on the keyboard to make him feel better.

Jin Linkun guessed what he was thinking, raised his hand and rubbed his head, smiled: “It’s okay, I’m not sleepy yet. You sleep well—”

Yu Sheng: “Have you tried recording it?”

Jin Linkun: “…”

The way of thinking of the roommate is worth learning by myself. Jin Linkun coughed lightly, and was about to get up to get his mobile phone to record a piece of white noise for him, when the hand covering his hair was suddenly pressed lightly.

“What’s the matter?” Jin Linkun turned around, bent down and asked softly, “What do you want?”

Yu Sheng pressed his hand, and the strength of his arm tightened slightly.

He also doesn’t know what he wants.

Yu Sheng lay down for a while, closed his eyes again, took that hand, and gently rubbed the top of his head twice.

The young man was buried under the thick quilt, lying upright, his thick eyelashes were tightly closed, and there was nothing unusual in his expression.

“I have a headache.” His voice was very soft, “Ge, don’t go, stay for a while.”

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T/N: How was it? Aheh. Translating this chapter on the day of Blade’s release trailer! Ahah.