Don't talk to me (DTTM)

Chapter 16

Jin Linkun stands at the podium for no more than 10 minutes before he wraps up before the stupefied eyes of the academic tyrants. Putting down the piece of chalk without so much as a backward glance, he struts back to his seat.

He was born with the innate ability to be eye-catching. Adding that to his aura which is a stark contrast from that of a high schooler, the short stretch of road from the podium to the chair seems to become a runway walk. Not a single pair of eyes was able to break away from his form.

Yu Sheng can't be bothered to look at him. Folding his arms on the table, he cushions his head with them and scrolls through his phone, searching for nearby stores where he can purchase some clothes and daily necessities.

N Uni and Central Third aren't quite the same.

Since the school campus is humongous, the students have to take a bus whenever they are leaving the school compound. And though there are the necessary restaurants, malls, bookshops, and supermarkets on school compound, it is vacation right now, so the vast majority have closed their doors.

If one wants to buy anything, they can only do so by taking two buses to downtown.

The connection in the Recreation Centre is weak. Every page he taps on requires a couple of turns of the throbber. Yu Sheng buries his head deeper into the crook of his arm as he waits for the GPS to finish loading. Upon hearing that guy pull the chair out at his side, he moves his arm away to give him some room.

In the next second, his shoulders suddenly gain an arm around them.

Yu Sheng instantly hisses, head whopping up as he drops his phone.

"Ssss—"

Jin Linkun's arm doesn't budge, but the hand on his shoulder does pat twice. He whispers softly:

"Your stomach hurts. I've got to show some concern for you."

......

Only then does Yu Sheng recall the shitty excuse he made to take his place onstage.

Yu Sheng isn't too well-versed in this kind of friendly interaction between guys, nor does he know if this arm-slinging-over-shoulders thing is a norm these days. Nevertheless, he puts up with it and refrains from immediately throwing this guy over the shoulder to put his head through the desk:

"You done showing your concern?"

"Nope." Jin Linkun replies with a practiced confidence that comes off slightly stupid. He directs him with absolute certainty, "Raise your head a little."

Yu Sheng scowls, but does so the next second.

Jin Linkun follows suit and turns to face him. He raises a hand, fully absorbed in his act and he places it on his forehead.

Yu Sheng's shoulders jolt subconsciously.

The touch of that hand on his forehead is featherlight. Palm dry, with a temperature marginally higher than his own, the gentle warmth covers his forehead.

This is a sensation that has nearly fled his memories.

Yu Sheng stiffens briefly, his eyes fluttering shut without making a sound.

Jin Linkun meets his new roomie's re-opened eyes, freezes for three seconds, and he timingly retracts his hand, narrowly dodging the hand which shoots out to snap his wrist in half.

Turning his head, he runs his eyes over the academic tyrants who look away hastily. He pats Yu Sheng's shoulder with quite the amount of confidence:

"We're good. They've bought it."

"......"

Yu Sheng really thinks he might be feeling a bit sick now. Inhaling deeply, he pries off the hand on his shoulder emotionlessly and sinks back down on the table.