Beyond The Outline

Linjiang Sixth Middle School's 2019 high school sophomore opening test, Chinese papers.

The test time is 150 minutes and the total score is 150 points.

Candidate's score: 48.

Mathematics: 36.

English: 22.

Rationale: 59.

...

A few test papers were placed on the desk, and the scrolls were covered with terrible crosses, and one was even more miserable. The reader quickly discovered that this normal approving method was not applicable to the examinee. , So there are only a few red ticks left on another page.

Two words are written in the name column with teeth and claws, scribbled like weeds, but with sharp pen.

Candidate's name: Xu Sheng.

"You see for yourself the scores of this test."

"The average separation of 30 points is a big difference, let alone sprinting for the college entrance examination, I think you have to re-read the junior high school at your level!"

Meng Guowei, the teacher in charge of the class, raised his voice as he roared so loudly that he could hear it in half of the corridor outside the office: "I didn't talk about any of these questions in class. They are all sub-questions! I'll sprinkle rice on the test paper. , Jimeng has more correct questions than you, what the hell is going on-did you come to school to study or to mess around?!"

Xu Sheng has been standing in the office for six minutes.

I don't know how many times I have heard similar words. He looked far away and landed on the wall clock behind Meng Guowei. By the way, he guessed that it should be the classic phrase "get off as soon as possible if you don't want to learn".

really.

Meng Guowei patted the detained test papers in his hand on the corner of the table with a "slap": "I don't care what you used to be. Since you are now in the second and seventh class of high school, please be honest. If you don't want to study hard, get out early! "

Xu Sheng looked very sleepy, closed his eyes a little, and made it clear that he didn't want to listen to nonsense.

Meng Guowei: "..."

Although Meng Guowei's words were cruel, he felt guilty in his heart.

He actually didn't dare to talk to this student, but after all, he had just taken over, so he had to give him a prestige.

The school had just been divided into classes in the second year of high school. The school didn't know what to think about. It probably wanted to balance it. He put two firsts in his class-and added the first grade and the last one.

The teenager standing at his desk is out of touch with the environment in the entire office.

The students in and out of the office are all dressed in school uniforms. He is the only one wearing a black T-shirt with graffiti. It is hard to tell what the graffiti is.

The young man was tall and thin, with eyes downcast, as if he hadn't slept enough in his early study.To that stop, it seemed that nothing was in sight.

This is the first time that Meng Guowei has been coaching for so many years as a problematic student who has never worn school uniforms.

Linjiang Sixth Middle School is also a key school.Although it is not among the best in the key points of the A area, the score line has just barely touched the tail, and it has just been promoted from Pu Gao two years ago.

Meng Guowei put aside the investigation and said: "Where did you go after the exam yesterday, did you leave school secretly again?"

Speaking of this, the boy barely stood up straight, and asked casually, "Someone saw me leaving school?"

Meng Guowei: "That's not true."

Xu Sheng pondered for a while: "Did the surveillance capture it?"

Meng Guowei: "...Neither."

Xu Sheng made it clear that he had confirmed that leaving school was done by himself, and then answered frankly, "I did not leave school."

"..."

Meng Guowei organizes language in his brain and wants to say something more.

But Xu Sheng is really impatient.

"Teacher," he said openly, "if it's because of grades, it's okay to talk about it. The lessons you teach you, as to whether you learn or how much you learn, are my own business. You really don't need to tell me this."

Xu Sheng's voice is not loud. The noisy office is full of the sound of flipping books, the sounds of teachers assigning tasks, and the chatting and laughing of students when they enter and leave. He said these words casually and unobtrusively. .

Meng Guowei heard it clearly, and was shocked by these casual and arrogant remarks. He said for a long time: "What are you talking about? Is this the attitude of talking to the teacher-then what else are you going to school? !"

Xu Sheng met his eyes without evasive.

Only then did Meng Guowei realize that the boy in front of him violated the school rules and regulations not only "not wearing school uniform", he even wore an ear stud on his right ear, and a layer of silver surrounded by black chalcedony. This one is not low-key. The black stud earrings were half-shaded by broken hair.

What school are you coming to?

This sentence was repeated a few times in Xu Sheng's mind.

"Just think I'm here to mess around." After a long while, Xu Sheng stretched out his hand, took the test paper from the table, grabbed it in his hand and said indifferently, "Leave me alone."

In the entire class, only Xu Sheng's test paper was detained. When he entered the class with the test paper, the enthusiastic class instantly calmed down, just as if someone pressed the still button for a movie that had been broadcast well.

A boy in the front row of the classroom pouted his buttocks, and his upper body was attached to the desk. He stretched out his hand to grab the cookies of the second row of classmates. After seeing him in, he kept this posture strangely.

"The school boss is too murderous," the boy whispered, "I dare not move. I'm so tired. Give me a piece of your cookie..."

For all the students in the second and seventh class of senior high school, from the moment they saw the placement chart, the only thing left to describe their mood was the word suffocation.

Two days ago, the whole year stood in fear at the school gate.

"What class is Xu Sheng in?"

"Class 7, okay, I'm in Class 6."

"Fuck, I'm from Class 7..."

"What is your luck, brother, hold on, there are two years left in high school, isn't it two years? Time flies like a white horse, and it will soon pass."

Who is Xu Sheng?

The famous school bully.

The school is notoriously heterogeneous.

Because he didn’t wear school uniforms in the first year of high school, the grade director made several fires. He asked him to stand and call his parents. He also asked him to stand in front of the school to review. In the end, there was no effect. Don't wear it.

Linjiang No. 6 Middle School, which has a strong faculty and rigorous school spirit, has been digging forward for more than ten years without finding a second place with the school motto of "civilized and harmonious, diligent and realistic".

Xu Sheng passed them to the last row.

Even though the T-shirt and jeans he wears are out of the office, it still doesn't fit in with the surrounding atmosphere, and it looks even more eye-catching among the gray-blue school uniforms in the classroom.

He was tall and was late for the report that day. There were only two vacancies left in the class, except for the last row.The other vacant seat is on his left, across the aisle, and has been vacant since yesterday, saying that he took leave.

Xu Sheng didn't care who the absent person was. He dragged the chair out and planned to continue to sleep. When he dragged the chair, the boy in the front row couldn't hold back his pen and shook.

Xu Sheng thought for a while, holding a chair, leaned down slightly, and patted him on the shoulder with his other hand.

The pen in the boy's hand almost didn't fly out, so he had to turn around, "You...what's your order?"

Xu Sheng: "Don't you squeeze."

"what?"

Xu Sheng pointed to the boy's chest tightly on the edge of the desk, and visually observed that the range of motion he left for himself was no more than 30 cm. If he wanted to go to the toilet, he had to slide down, squat down, and drill under the desk. Go out this way, and ask again: "Aren't you crowded?"

The boy opened his mouth: "I..."

Of course I squeeze, but I dare not say!Don't dare to get too close to you!

Xu Sheng waited hard for a reply, and simply backhanded his desk back a little.

In the first English class in the morning, Xu Sheng was about to go down to meet Zhou Gong in advance, and the window beside him was knocked twice.

A few heads tried their best to open the window, and came in from the corridor: "Boss."

Xu Sheng put his hands on the back of his neck and tilted his head slightly when he heard the voice: "I want to sleep, let go of the fart."

The guy who leads this wave of people has the most popular thick bangs. His skin is a bit dark, but he looks very energetic. He sighed and said, "We are too far apart this time. Class, start and end, how can you play games together after class?"

Although Xu Sheng is famous, most people avoid him, but at this young age, boys sometimes do not need any special conditions to play together, just playing two games.Xu Sheng's popularity is really not bad. During the first year of high school, after every get out of class, there was always a circle of people in the back row of the classroom.

Sometimes, game technology can be more practical than academic performance.

The fate of Xu Sheng and Zhang Feng playing the game for the first time started with his first review in front of the school. At that time, Xu Sheng concluded the last sentence after reading the review, "I was wrong, but I don’t guarantee that I won’t Repeat offense."

After that, the whole school was in an uproar.

After getting off the flag-raising platform, Zhang Feng said to him sincerely: "Fuck you, you are a bit awesome."

Zhang Feng said again: "Did you go to the teacher's office just now? I heard that you made your classmate Meng very angry."

Xu Sheng was noncommittal.

After feeling sigh, Zhang Feng continued to work hard to peek into their class from the window. This time he not only stuck his head in, but also squeezed his upper body in, and looked around in the second and seventh class of the high school.

Xu Sheng was overwhelmed. He leaned back. He had long legs. Even with his legs bent, he still stepped out for a long distance: "What the hell are you here for."

Zhang Feng confided his true purpose: "Let's come to learn from God."

Xu Sheng, who was patronizing the test and sleeping, didn't care who the classmates had: "?"

"No, it seems that the word is not appropriate enough, it should be paying homage, yes, I am here to pay homage to learning God," Zhang Feng said, "——It was the first place in the school entrance examination and the first prize of the municipal league in the first grade of high school. Make a big-character poster and post it on the honor wall at the entrance of the school. Don’t you know, your class is creative this year, one you, one learns God."

Xu Sheng suddenly smiled when he heard this.

He waved to Zhang Feng: "Come here, come closer and say."

Zhang Feng leaned forward defenselessly.

Xu Sheng simply rolled up the test paper brought back from the office just now and knocked on his head: "Are you fucking looking for a fight? If you look at Xueshen, you can look at Xueshen, and you're still pulling? Today, I asked you to stand and stand sideways. Going out is pretty creative, do you want to try?"

"I was wrong, big brother, I shouldn't arrange you," Zhang Feng bent over and hid, while hiding and muttering, "but big brother, how come I haven't found anyone for a long time, have your class come together?"

People did not come together.

Xu Sheng threw the test papers on the table, his eyes swept across the narrow aisle beside him, and landed on the empty seat beside him.

In the teacher's office.

The class bell rang, and Meng Guowei was still immersed in the conversation with the problematic student in the new class just now, unable to extricate himself for a long time.

A teacher passed by him with a lesson plan, watching that he was still studying Xu Sheng’s scores, and stopped and said, "Mr. Meng, don’t think too much about that kid’s doing this all the time. What happened to several teachers during the first year of high school? It's useless to catch him. If it doesn't work, let it go. It's really not every student wants to study hard."

Meng Guowei is different from other teachers, and his temper rushes up: "I still don't believe it. I can't cure him. Meng Guowei has not given up the word in the dictionary for more than 20 years."

"..."

"Teacher Meng, I support you mentally," the teacher looked at the time and said, "Hey, let's not talk about it, I have to go to class."

However, there are other teachers who are interested in this topic, and they asked while reviewing the homework: "Lao Meng, do you have any ideas."

Meng Guowei was pondering for a long time, and read several books "How to Guide Students Correctly", which really made him come up with an idea: "He may be resistant to the teacher. I am going to try one belt one and find a good student to lead him. ."

As Meng Guowei said, he took out another stack of test papers beside his hand.

Xu Sheng was not the only one who was detained with the test papers. Originally there was another stack of papers beside Xu Sheng’s stack of test papers, but the reason for the detention was completely different-Xu Sheng’s test was really bad, and this stack was pure. The answer was too good, and I was left directly by the teacher as an example, printed several copies and distributed among the classes.

Except for language deduction of six points, other subjects almost get full marks.

At the top of the test paper stack, the first line reads: Linjiang Sixth Middle School's 2019 high school sophomore final exam, math paper, full score 150, score: 150.

Candidate's name: Shao Zhan.