Beyond The Outline

There are many people in the office at this point. They are all class representatives who came to the office to hand in their homework after the flag-raising ceremony. But this sound is hard to ignore, like a breath of cold suddenly emerging in a hot summer. .

It's hard to ignore, and even a little familiar, so that Xu Sheng heard the word "report" very clearly in this noisy place like a vegetable market.

"You came just right," Meng Guowei put down his water glass, "have all my homework been collected?"

"One copy short."

Xu Shengman lowered his eyes carelessly, first saw a gray-blue school uniform corner, and then the man next to him put a pile of homework on the table, so Xu Sheng moved his eyes up two inches and saw a hand with distinct joints. Horizontally in front of you.

The wrist bones are prominent and the fingers are very long.

Meng Guowei wanted to ask who was the messenger. When he saw the person who just got off the review stage, he reacted to this question. There was no need to ask him at all. He said: "You took leave yesterday, and you are not very familiar with the people in the class. Here is the person who hasn't handed in the homework. You... know each other and it will be convenient to collect the homework in the future.

"I never hand in homework, so it's not convenient."

Xu Sheng said that he saw the face of Xueshen on the side, and Shao Zhan happened to look at him when he heard the words. With his eyes facing each other, the remaining sentence "Is there anything else" in his mouth turned. Bend: "...Why are you?"

It's the school uniform that is too straightforward.

Because of the fair complexion and dark hair of the teenager, the facial features are actually very prominent. It depends on the indifferent expression of "keep away from me" to dilute the aggressiveness of some of the facial features. It seems that the whole person is full of Separated from the surroundings.

Xu Sheng’s previous question about "Is the No. 6 school uniforms so beautiful?" was answered, because among the many people wearing school uniforms in the office, he was the only one who could wear them.

Meng Guowei was overjoyed, and his joy was beyond words: "You know?"

More than cognition.

Even the holidays are there.

The two answered almost simultaneously--

Xu Sheng: "That's it."

Shao Zhan: "I don't know."

Xu Sheng: "?"

Shao Zhan didn't know this sentence without ups and downs, and was extremely cold.

Meng Guowei was a little confused by the two of them, wondering if he knew it or not?

Xu Sheng couldn’t say what he was feeling now. He was writing a review all night, gritting his teeth while writing, and said that if he knew who it was, he might be able to rush into the other party’s bedroom in the middle of the night and be beaten by the quilt. As a result, the other party did not remember this at all. .

"The dormitory building, three thousand words review," Xu Sheng said, "or I have to be more specific, wall."

Shao Zhan took leave yesterday and drove to school in the evening by car. He walked to the door of the dormitory building and saw someone climbing the wall. He really didn't care who was going over the wall. Many of them went in and out of the dormitory, and many changed after returning to the dorm School uniform.Only then did the person in front of him and the person who walked to the flag-raising platform a long distance a while ago, opened his mouth and said the first sentence and caused a sensation in the school.

Shao Zhan obviously has nothing to say. He lowered his eyes to look at him and reluctantly commented on this review: "The review is well written."

Xu Sheng: "..." What do you mean?

Xu Sheng's mood now is a capitalized "Fuck".

Meng Guowei didn’t understand, so he decided to cut directly into the subject: “It’s great if you two know each other. That’s right. Several students in the class apply for a seat change. I plan to slightly adjust the seat list of our class. The preliminary plan is to Let the two of you sit together, do you have any opinion?"

The two uttered at the same time--

It's just that this time there is a tacit understanding.

"Have."

Xu Sheng really couldn't stay in the office. He didn't know what he was thinking about introducing him to the new class teacher whom his classmates knew. Next to him was a classmate who had just formed Liangzi yesterday.

He was afraid that he was irrational.

"Teacher, I and this classmate Shao Zhan," Xu Sheng didn't know what to say, and finally suffocated, "We are fucking inappropriate."

Meng Guowei: "..."

"People pay attention to fate, and twisted melons are not sweet. I and I are at the same table very well now, we are in love with each other, the atmosphere is also very harmonious, like-minded, I sleep and he will not affect anyone in class."

Meng Guowei tried to interrupt him.

Xu Sheng said again: "The feelings of the classmates who reluctantly come will not have good results."

"..."

Xu Sheng himself felt that the more he heard this, the stranger he heard, so he changed the subject and simply opened the door of the office: "Anyway, I also wrote about the review. As for the punishment, you can do it whatever you want, nothing else. I'll go back to work."

The second time Meng Guowei was choked by Xu Sheng, this attitude was to refuse to communicate soft or hard. He couldn't find a place to start when he wanted to preach.

One is gone, and there is another one left. Meng Guowei sorts out his mood and turns to Shao Zhan: "You don't want to be at the same table with him?"

"Yes."

Meng Guowei hit two walls in a row today, and he was able to smooth the air: "Can I ask the reason?"

Shao Zhan’s reasons are more realistic, purely because changing seats is too troublesome, and he is not interested in knowing anyone: "Trouble."

Meng Guowei's One Belt One Project didn't even take the first step, and he died.

To say that Xu Sheng is not easy to get along with, in fact, in Meng Guowei's opinion, Shao Zhan is the one who is really bad to get along with.

Meng Guowei first met Shao Zhan when he was in the first year of high school. Although he did not teach the first year of high school, he was responsible for the various competitions of the high school group.

After registering for the mathematics competition, he started the evening self-study training. The entire conference room was only one of his first graders. Meng Guowei prepared a set of basic competition questions for him with the mentality that participation is victory.

As a result, the teenager sat in the last row for less than ten minutes, raised his hand, came up with the paper, and slapped the paper with the answers in front of him: "I don't have to prepare basic questions for me next time."

The preparation period for the competition was more than a month. He was alone and didn't have any bad relationships with anyone, but he didn't see anyone with whom he had a good relationship. The expressions staring at the paper were warmer than when looking at the people in the conference room.

Meng Guowei was silent for two seconds, planning to implement the plan from another angle: "That's OK, there is another thing. You were not here yesterday, and our class committees have not been selected. Is there any position I want to hold?"

"I have to prepare for the competition later, maybe I don't have time and energy."

Shao Zhan blocked Meng Guowei's words.

But Meng Guowei refused to give up easily. He slapped his thigh and said, "Isn't it a coincidence? The position I left for you just doesn't take much time or effort."

Shao Zhan heard that the head teacher had made up his mind to let him be the class committee member: "Just tell me."

Meng Guowei said happily: "Our class just lacks a disciplinary committee!"

"Is it not taking much time? It's just right, you care about Xu Sheng...Ah no, when you are in charge of discipline, pay attention to our classmate Xu Sheng."

Meng Guowei: "He may skip class in various ways from time to time, go out over the wall, stay out at night, fight outside school..."

When Xu Sheng returned to class, he didn't know that Meng Guowei had a big move behind his back.

Zhang Feng heard that Xueshen came to class today on vacation. After morning exercises, he squatted at the window door of Class 7 and looked around. Xu Sheng was not there, so he talked to Xu Sheng at the same table: "Warrior, why do you say I rub shoulders with Xueshen every time? Yes, do I really have no fate with him?"

Xu Sheng's tablemate is a boy wearing glasses. He looks weak, but his nickname is Warrior.In addition to the "brave" in his name, it was also because he dared to sit next to Xu Sheng and survived for two days.

Li Mingyong was actually not that brave at all. He arrived late because of a temporary breakdown of the bus. He and Xu Sheng were next to each other and had no choice at all.

The moment he entered Class 7, he almost wanted to end his high school career on the spot.

Li Mingyong was also in awe of the school bully's friend: "Xueshen has gone to the office, you can come back next class."

Zhang Feng: "Why do you tremble when you talk, sitting at the same table with our boss, what do you think?"

Li Mingyong, who was just described by Xu Sheng in the teacher's office as "love each other, harmonious atmosphere, and like-minded", said in his heart: I want to drop out.

"Our boss doesn't beat people, and we rarely scold others. He is very civilized," Zhang Feng said. "There is no need to be so scared."

While talking, Xu Sheng just walked to the window. He didn't enter the classroom. He stood next to Zhang Feng, leaning against the window and asked, "What are you afraid of."

Zhang Feng: "Talking about you, you seem to be afraid of you at the same table."

Xu Sheng has no self-awareness. He admits that he hasn't done anything in the past few days. In class, he sleeps or plays with his mobile phone. When he goes out to the penalty station, he can create an absolutely quiet learning atmosphere for the same table, so he also said to Meng Guowei. Not all lies: "I have a good relationship with me at the same table."

After Xu Sheng finished speaking, he asked, "Yes, Li Yong."

Li Mingyong: "..."

Zhang Feng: "My name is Li Mingyong. Even me, who is far away in the first class, remembers what's wrong with you."

Xu Sheng touched his nose and avoided this topic. He was busy in the morning and hadn't eaten yet. After a while, he felt hungry: "Is there anything to eat."

Zhang Feng took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

Xu Sheng glanced at him.

Zhang Feng consciously put the cigarette back. The sixth lieutenant colonel doesn't smoke, so smoking just doesn't fit the personality at all.

Zhang Feng spent another long time in his pocket before he took out a lollipop: "This is the only thing. Or was it a gift from the commissary when he bought cigarettes to make up. You didn't have breakfast?"

"I went to write a review last night, and I slept in the morning." Xu Sheng originally put his elbow on the edge of the window, turned around after receiving the lollipop, and peeled off the candy paper with his back to the window. "You come to Class Seven again. What's the mess."

Zhang Feng said, "Let’s see the joke, didn’t you say you won’t be caught?" Before he could say it, the class bell rang. He hurriedly walked backwards and said: "Stop talking. In our class, Lao Li’s class, I want to enter the class one second late, and I won’t be able to get any skin left by him."

Xu Sheng put one hand in his trouser pocket, waved at him casually, and then entered the class with candy in his mouth.

He was sitting in a chair. Only then did he remember to see what class this was. He leaned back and squinted, only to find that the corner of the blackboard was blocked by a person, and he could only see the top one. The buttons on his school uniform, and the juvenile's juvenile apple, black hair and cold expression.

When Shao Zhan walked to the back of the classroom, the angle was staggered, and Xu Sheng could see that the word "mathematics" was written on the blackboard.

Xu Sheng smashed the candy in his mouth in twos and then, then bowed his head and flipped the book in the belly of the table in this posture of tilting the chair's feet back. What kind of book he got back is still what it is now, the title page did not even write the name. .

While turning over, I heard an exclamation from someone in the class, and then the whole class began to whisper.

Xu Sheng did not raise his eyes, but he also noticed that the sunlight coming in from outside the window was blocked by others. Originally, his whole body was immersed in the sunlight. At this moment, it suddenly went dark as if the sky had changed. Block shadows.

He was forced to look up.

Shao Zhan passed the first few rows of classmates and did not directly return to his position. He walked to the other side of the aisle, leaned slightly, and pinched two fingers on the lollipop pole Xu Sheng was holding. Xu Sheng was startled. The white plastic stick was taken away by Shao Zhan: "Candy is not allowed in class."