Beyond The Outline

The day before the classroom was darkened a lot. Xu Sheng played with his cell phone for a while and watched Shao Zhan finish writing his own. Then he changed his left hand and said nonsense to the correct answer, intending to help him answer the test paper.

"Hey," Shao Zhan glanced sideways at him, and the black fountain pen rolled around between his slender fingers. "The one with talent for competition, want to solve a few questions."

When Shao Zhan said "hello", his voice was low and cold.

Xu Sheng was already on the ground, with his mobile phone attached to his face, and just plugged in the earphones and was about to sing.

The classmates in front did not dare to look back, so they didn't notice that the picture on their side has subverted the three views: the school bully is pressing two sets of questions in his hands, and he is working on the questions. The idle appearance of drawing a line, and intending to sleep with closed eyes.

Xu Sheng was not polite, and pondered for two seconds: "Then just show my talent to two questions."

The pen in Shao Zhan's hand stopped, and he hooked again and said, "I see."

Xu Sheng said in his heart before going to bed.

Damn, it's kind of cool.

As a scumbag, who has never imagined that someone will help with homework and write it automatically without moving the question.

Especially this person who helped is ranked first in the school.

This is a humanoid plug-in.

Shao Zhan, the humanoid plug-in, wrote the questions very quickly, and followed the writing. Taking into account Xu Sheng's level and strength, the two questions that were correct did not make him all right. After filling in the frame, he made some mistakes in the middle. .

The contestants didn't dare to look back, but they didn't talk less.

In the competition group.

[Anonymous A]: Some students in our class encountered Xueshen and school bully in the office.

[Anonymous B]: How to say? I now want to know why the school bully came to our meeting room.

[Anonymous C]: Said that the school bully has signed up to participate in the four-school league.

The anonymous group is silent.

After three full minutes, the exclamation mark and question mark started.

After submitting the competition practice papers, I heard that Xu Sheng, who joined the league team at the recommendation of Shao Zhan, took this test paper and carefully looked at it: "..."

The student has returned to the bedroom.

He and Meng Guowei were left in the conference room, and Zhou Yuan couldn't help but follow the exam papers.

Zhou Yuan looked at it and found it unbelievable. He immediately found out the clues that Shao Zhan deliberately left: "Although few questions are correct, he can actually find this auxiliary line for this three-dimensional geometry——!"

"Hey," Gu Yan said, "The answer to this question is wrong, but you see his solution to this question."

After speaking, they were silent.

If it is said that they had some concerns before promising Xu Sheng to participate in the competition, then the answer sheet in front of them proved everything.

Meng Guowei said: "It seems that Xu Sheng is really talented. He just doesn't learn, but he can still learn."

Xu Sheng, a talented newcomer in the league, is lying in his dormitory at the moment, playing games.

Zhang Feng opened the microphone directly when he was playing games. Xu Sheng couldn't open it, so he could only type in response.

"There is one in the bushes opposite, boss, shoot him!"

Xu Sheng played the role, and then succinctly played in the team channel: dead

Zhang Feng: "Why don't you open the microphone? Your phone hasn't been repaired yet?"

S: No

Zhang

Feng played a game while not forgetting to eat melons: "Then can I ask you something...you want to participate in the four-school league? Are you serious?"

Xu Sheng returned a series of ellipsis.

Zhang Feng: "They all said that you participated in order to learn God, really."

Xu Sheng didn't expect the news to spread so quickly.

He didn't even expect that the new post of Linjiang Sixth Middle School Post Bar is rising: As long as you get one step closer to me, the rest of the road will be from me to you.

The specific content is as follows:

What's the situation? In the past, there was a school tyrant who fell second for love, and then there was a school tyrant who participated in the league for love?

Are the ambiguities between handsome guys these years challenging themselves?

This is what kind of love, what kind of love.

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...

A game is just near the end.

To participate in Shao Zhan? It's not wrong to think about it.

Xu Sheng replied to Zhang Feng a few seconds before the end: It is understandable.

Zhang Feng didn't have time to react. The game ended and he went straight back to the lobby. There was no time to speak.

Xu Sheng quit the game and thought of Shao Zhan again.

Although Shao Zhan can help him write competition test papers and homework, he can't just write everything to him without being really shameless. And Shao Zhan had to prepare for the league carefully, and I didn't know what time to write every night... Xu Sheng ignored the bunch of news sent by Zhang Feng and opened Shao Zhan's head in an uncontrolled place.

-Open the door.

After Xu Sheng squatted at the door of Shao Zhan's bedroom and posted these three words, for a moment he wondered if he was crazy.

He Xu Sheng actually still has time to find homework for himself?

There was no change in Shao Zhan's bedroom from the time he came last time. He opened the door and saw Xu Sheng squatting at his door like a certain large pet: "What?"

In addition to the mobile phone, Xu Sheng also had a pen. He got up and said, "I'm bored, come to your bedroom."

Xu Shengla couldn't bear to say that he was here to do the problem, and the scumbag has a burden, and the scumbag also has dignity.

Instead, Shao Zhan glanced at him and took the initiative to step down: "Since you are here, finish your homework before leaving."

Xu Sheng gave the chair to Shao Zhan. He sat on the edge of the bed, facing the side of the desk, but he was not honest, so he directly took a book from Shao Zhan's desk and pressed it on his knees to write.

Xu Sheng bit his pen cap, and asked vaguely: "Where is the math workbook? 48, has this lesson been taught in Lao Zhou."

Xu Sheng was so conscious for the first time.

Although I didn't listen to the class, I also knew that I turned the book and looked at the sample questions.

Shao Zhan: "I have talked about it."

Xu Sheng: "Then I might not pay attention."

"When did you pay attention?" Shao Zhan saw that he could not find the question, and said, reaching out and turning the textbook back a few pages in his hand, "I won't ask me."

Xu Sheng stayed in Shao Zhan’s bedroom until the lights were turned off. The homework after class was not that difficult to write, and his knowledge points were clear. After reading the sample questions, he could click through if he didn’t understand Shao Zhan’s three words. .

After he finished writing the last question, he raised his eyes to see Shao Zhan.

Shao Zhan is halfway through the competition paper, and he is calculating the problem on the draft paper.

Xu Sheng couldn't tell whether he was looking for homework or someone.

Or both.

Xu Sheng lowered his head and looked at the light of the desk to look at the homework he wrote today. Suddenly

Then I discovered another fact: He doesn't seem to be so repulsive to cultural classes anymore.

For the next more than a week, Xu Sheng wrote questions in Shao Zhan’s bedroom almost every day, and sometimes Shao Zhan would tell him about the common problem-solving methods of competition questions.

This is the second time Xu Sheng has accepted Shao Zhan's tutoring, and his acceptance is much higher than the previous one.

In fact, the **** tutoring before the monthly exam was more effective than the two imagined-Shao Zhan can bet on the question, but Xu Shenggao has fallen too much in his first-year knowledge and spent a lot of time in the first year of high school. Apart from English, other subjects have made significant progress.

This kind of "special training" gave Xu Sheng a little bit more confidence in the four-school league that is about to kick off on Saturday.

The reason why the four-school league was selected on Saturday is simple.

Because the audience is not only the students of No.6 Middle School, but the students from the other three schools will also come by bus. The lottery system is the place where the league is held. This time it is in the Linjiang No.6 Middle School Gymnasium.

The last time Shao Zhan won the championship was in Linjiang, this time he was drawn again, which made the school leaders happy and felt that this was a sign of even hegemony.

The facilities of Linjiang No. 6 Middle School are well-known. The gymnasium was newly renovated a few years ago and can accommodate more than one thousand people. It is divided into two floors in total.

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In order to arrange the venue in advance, the gymnasium was locked a week ago, and students are strictly prohibited from entering or leaving.

At this moment, the gymnasium has already been completely renewed. Not only the stage is set up, but the auditorium is also ready. A bright banner is hung at the entrance of the gymnasium: the 15th Four-School League.

"Binoculars are sold."

Before the stadium opened, not far from the gymnasium, some students started business.

"Walk around and take a look."

"There is only a telescope distance between you and Xueshen. Don't you want to see Xueshen's answering posture clearly? Don't you want to feel the passion of the arena up close? Fifty one, no bargaining."

As one of the players in this year's league, Xu Sheng assembled in the conference room at nine o'clock in the morning.

At the same time, contestants from other schools have also arrived one after another.

Yinghua Experimental Middle School first drove the bus into Linjiang School.

The uniform of Yinghua Experimental Middle School is easy to identify. It is red and black. There is a red bar on the side of the black school pants. The door is slowly opened. The instructor gets down first and stands on the side of the bus to manage the order.

Gu Yanwang briefly explained the rules: "We have reformed the league this year, divided into team competitions and individual competitions. The team competition is mainly for scoring and answering points. The individual players write the competition paper on the spot. One paper has five questions. Don't be nervous, Remember to read the topic carefully. This time the other three schools have come prepared, and we have to work hard for 120,000 points."

at the same time.

The second and third buses drove in behind Yinghua.

In the early morning, the sun shone on these cars, shining brightly, and many sixth middle school students formed groups to watch the excitement near the school gate.

"That was Yinghua just now? This car belongs to Songye, right..."

"Damn, menacing men."

"I felt hot murderous before getting out of the car-especially Yinghua's."

"The annual Shura Fair last year was ferocious enough, but I didn't expect it to be particularly ferocious this year."

Several buses stopped at the gate of Linjiang.

Songye Affiliated Middle School and Xingjian Middle School have also arrived.

After Gu Yanwang gave his speech and took a look at the time, it was almost time to go to the stadium to prepare: "Then let's go to the gym."

Xu Sheng reluctantly remembered the first half of the team game and the second half of the individual game. Before entering the stadium, he felt the tense pre-match atmosphere on campus, with banners everywhere, and hanging on the two trees closest to the stadium. : Shao Zhan even dominates.

"You sit next to me for the team game," Shao Zhan said, "There are ten questions in total, and you will ring the bell immediately when I hit the table."

The team competition is not a big problem.

As reminded by Shao Zhan, Xu Sheng can answer for him.

Xu Sheng agreed. Apart from going on stage to review, he has never been on such a big "stage". It must be false to say that he is not nervous, especially that he still bears the honor of Linjiang Sixth Middle School.

Xu Sheng raised his hand and unbuttoned his collar a bit.

I thought in a mess: I should quit school to keep it safe.

What league does he play in?

Is this suitable for him? Is it where he should come?

There were too many people at the front door, and the contestants lined up to enter the arena from the back door.

Before entering the field, Shao Zhan put his hand on Xu Sheng's head for a second. After a short touch, he heard the boy's always cold voice saying, "Don't be nervous."

The stadium is full of voices.

Participants from Linjiang Sixth Middle School appeared on the stage amidst enthusiastic cheers that almost overturned the stadium.

At this point, the four-school league has finally officially started.