Beyond The Outline

After several great ups and downs in life, coupled with emergencies one after another in the past few days, Xu Sheng has almost adapted to the high-intensity roller coaster-like experience.

Xu Sheng was very comfortable with the fact that he was now "Shao Zhan".

He turned over a page of the vocabulary booklet in detail and calmly.

Shao Zhan entered class ten minutes later than him.

He passed the back window, and calmed down in the class before he even showed up. The front desk lowered his head as if he was immersed in learning unintentional gossip. The discussion about "no wind, no waves" also came to an end.

Shao Zhan opened the seat and said the first sentence: "You memorized this page the day before yesterday."

Xu Sheng turned the pen in his hand and glanced at him when he heard the words. He turned back the vocabulary book, and then again, repeatedly confirming, and finally no impression: "Have I memorized it?"

Shao Zhan reached out and clicked on the word Blame.

Xu Sheng: "Impossible, I have never seen this word."

"Blame," Shao Zhan spoke well when he spoke English. At least Xu Sheng had never heard such a standard speech from his mouth. The ending sound was crisp and neat. After he said, he retracted his hand, leaned back, and said again, "You stared at this page for twenty minutes, and you told me you haven't seen it."

Xu Sheng: "..."

With that said, he seemed to have some impression of this word.

"This page, I thought I had already memorized it," Xu Sheng turned it back again and said, "But today I read it again and found that it has become very strange again."

Shao Zhan despaired of this top academic scum in his body.

Xu Sheng was also surprised. The level of familiarity with which words he had memorized by the person who memorized his words was not as familiar as the one above who distracted him and glanced at him while reading the comics.

What kind of creature is Xueba?

Little does it know that what Shao Zhan is thinking in his heart is: what is in the mind of the scumbag.

Today is Friday.

The course schedule on Friday is quite special. The last session is the class meeting. Before the class, the class leader received a notice in advance and walked to the podium and said: "Students, tell me something, wait for the class meeting, Lao Meng intends to re-select class members. , If you have the intention of competing class committee members, you can prepare in advance."

"Brother Monkey, are you not the monitor of our class?"

Hou Jun said: "You are so embarrassed to say, what did you do to me that day—"

The monkey brother's real name is Hou Jun. In addition to his looks, his nickname has a lot to do with his surname. He is straightforward and righteous. He is not the kind of class member who only likes to mix with the teacher and dares to speak up for his classmates.

The physical education class was robbed, he was pushed out to negotiate with the English teacher: "Okay, for you, I will save myself." Then he stood up and said to the English teacher: "Teacher, I think that compared to knowledge, a strong body is also very good. important!"

The end was twenty push-ups in class.

The English teacher asked him as he counted: "Is it strong enough? Do you want to be stronger? Add ten more?" The English teacher turned to the audience again, "Is there anyone else who wants to have a strong physique?"

The whole class said in unison, and turned on the spot: "We are not the same as the class leader. We all think that knowledge is more important!"

Xu Sheng was happy. He played with his cell phone during class for a while, and then reached out to tap on Shao Zhan's desktop: "Wait for the selection of class members, do you want to keep your language class representative for you."

Saying that it is a formal selection of class committees is actually adjusting class committees.

The day before the start of school, Linjiang No. 6 Middle School arranged a direct examination very abnormally. The self-introduction of the students and the assignment of class committees were all passed through in a very short time before the examination.

Class committee members raise their hands if they want to be, and when no one raises their hands, they will directly call the names, and make do with the week, and then talk about it in a few days.

As a result, the names and people of Class 7 didn't match up, so they were filled with questions and fears about the final grade.

Shao Zhan was the class representative named by Meng Guowei. He said, "No, it's too much trouble."

After Shao Zhan finished speaking, he asked, "What about you."

Xu Sheng was stunned for a while before reacting. This was asking him if he wanted to run for class committee. Now he and Shao Zhan have to consider each other for whatever they are doing. He said, "I don't need it. It's not just a cumbersome thing. As a class committee member, I don’t need to end the class meeting. I guess I think Class 7 is crazy for the whole grade."

Shao Zhan didn't speak any more and looked down at the question. He survived the past few days, patiently ran out, and didn't want to waste any more time. He had already pulled out a simulated paper and pressed it under the extracurricular book: "I write a paper, call me if I have a situation."

Xu Sheng packed a ticket to let him rest assured: "This class representative, I will definitely unload it for you. It is too risky to go to Lao Meng's office every day to hand in homework. I am afraid that he will ask me questions whenever he is happy."

The class bell rang.

Meng Guowei brought the folded paper into the class: “The first thing is that our class committee has been running for almost a week. Anyone who wants to retire as a class committee can raise it now and let’s vote again.”

Xu Sheng raised his hand first in the back row.

Originally, the others were a bit embarrassed, seeing Xueshen stepping down so decisively, they all raised their hands.

Meng Guowei said it was a roll call, but he actually wanted to grab Shao Zhan. He didn't expect his most proud student to be the first to quit: "Shao Zhan, tell me why you don't want to be a class representative."

Xu Sheng stood up and was already ready to say something. He put a hand on the table and said solemnly: "Teacher, because I want to put my limited life into unlimited learning."

Meng Guowei: "..."

Shao Zhan: "..."

Xu Sheng just said one word in the next sentence: "I..."

But Xu Sheng quickly stopped, because Shao Zhanyi grasped his wrist hanging beside him, and the temperature of the boy's palm was scorching, and he immediately pulled him back to the seat.

Xu Sheng: "I haven't finished talking yet."

Shao Zhan: "You don't need to say."

Meng Guowei was stunned by "Shao Zhan" and didn't know what to say: "Sit down, since student Shao Zhan wants to devote his life to infinite learning...Who else in our class wants to work?"

A boy at the back table of Hou Jun stood up amidst the shoving and roaring of several people. Their group became a support group: "Teacher, writer!"

"Give Wenhao a chance, teacher, he wants to be a class representative for a long time!"

The boy looked weak, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, speaking quietly, but he could also hear that he had gathered courage to stand up this time, and he put up **** to help the frame that slipped from the bridge of his nose and said: "Teacher, I want to try."

Although Wenhao Shen was weak in writing, he was very personal. As soon as he stood on the podium, he took out a stack of paper folded into tofu pieces from his uniform pocket. After unfolding, he cleared his throat and said, "I wrote a poem for this class. poetry."

wonderful.

Also bring poems to recite.

There was thunderous applause from the audience.

"Recalling my youth, I will embark on a journey—"

Xu Sheng also took a few shots. He has never rejected such informal courses, and even listened very deeply: "Is he surnamed Shen?"

Shao Zhan counted the questions, and at the same time expressed perfunctory surprise that he still remembered the names of his classmates: "Did you find out who you remembered with the back of your head that day?"

Although Xu Sheng’s face and name didn’t match up with him before, he was only separated from the aisle, and Xu Sheng slept on the table all the way on the day of the test. Very low-key, it is really impossible to ignore.

"No, there are articles written by him in the school magazine. I read them when I was being trained in Gu Yanwang's office." Xu Sheng recalled carefully, thinking of a few plots. "It's quite interesting, it's like a novel."

Xu Sheng continued to listen to Wen Hao reading poems.

Shen Wenhao’s poem began with this sentence recalling youth and youth, roughly speaking of his mental journey from being shy to finally having the courage to stand on stage. He bowed his head: "Like a rose that shyly blooms in Bordeaux."

"..."

Meng Guowei just took over and didn't understand the skills of the classmates. He didn't expect that in addition to Xu Sheng, who was lazy in the exam and wrote **** and couldn't make up the number of poems, there were such talents in his class.

Several classmates came to the stage later.

After Shao Zhan calculated the questions, he found that his ears were quite quiet.

Looking to the side, Xu Sheng saw a distance between the tables and chairs. He leaned on the back of the chair, still looking casual, looking down at the speech of the girl with short hair and ears on the stage: "Hello everyone, my name is Qiu. In autumn, I was running for the arts committee of our class. In the first year of high school, I led the class to get the second place in the blackboard newspaper appraisal. I hope everyone can give me a chance."

Meng Guowei led the students to clap their hands: "Okay, then our class will end here. If you have any questions, you can come to me during the break. Resident students should pay attention to safety and follow the rules of student conduct..."

Linjiang No. 6 Middle School has very strict holiday arrangements, especially for boarding students, which are completely closed management, and basically only go back once a month.

Xu Sheng didn't expect to have a complete fight with Xu Yaping before the beginning of school, and he moved directly to the school from home, which made the situation much easier now.

Xu Sheng didn't dare to think about what would happen if Shao Zhan went home instead of him with that ice cube face.

Thinking of this, Xu Sheng asked: "Are you going back this weekend."

Shao Zhan didn't look up, but asked, "Do you want to go to my house?"

…Of course not.

Shao Zhan's test paper is almost finished. He writes the test paper very quickly. After reading the question, he pulls out a piece of paper, and the answer is solved by calculating three or two lines on the draft paper.

Xu Sheng was waiting for Meng Guowei to finish the class meeting, and he went straight back to the dormitory. As a result, Meng Guowei said that he didn't mean to end it for a long time.

Xu Sheng couldn't help but go to see how well Shao Zhan's mouth hurt. Originally it was not too deep, but after one night, there were faint signs of scab formation.

After all, it's his own face.

Xu Sheng glanced at it and said worriedly: "Don't pick it up, I'll buy you some scar medicine at that time."

Xu Sheng glanced at it again: "Although this is so handsome now... I am not complimenting you, I am complimenting myself."

"..."

Shao Zhan put down the pen, no one would dare to talk endlessly in his ear, and he didn't lift his head. While turning over the test paper, he pressed Xu Sheng's head and forced him to turn back: "Be quiet."

Perhaps due to the change of status, he had to carefully observe each other's every move. Xu Sheng found that Shao Zhan is really ruthless sometimes. For him, high school life may be a test paper besides textbooks, staring at these two things. At that time, there is more temperature than any one person.

Although Shao Zhan didn’t care about what Xu Sheng’s rumors were like, after the Internet cafe incident, through the fog of “one-on-five” and “school bully” rumors, what he saw was another person who had a fashion style and would be When others are in their early days, they really don't have a right line.

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