Beyond The Outline

The Chinese teacher in Class 7 is Lao Meng, and Meng Guowei brought a stack of in-class exercises into the class, and put the paper on the table: "It's in class, put away everything that should be collected."

He glanced across the stage, paused in the last row, and found that Xu Sheng and Shao Zhan had really changed positions.

Meng Guowei: "The arrangement of this class is like this. Let's finish the ancient poems that were not finished in the last class, and then I have carefully prepared a few ancient poems for you to appreciate. If time is late, let's talk about it together... "

Chinese classes are always boring.

Meng Guowei took the class very seriously, racing against time, only talking about knowledge.For Xu Sheng, a poor student who can barely gather energy and listen for a while only if the teacher breaks off the topic in class, attending this class is simply torment.

At first, he listened to Meng Guowei's "subject" and "artistic techniques" with his eyelids open, but he couldn't hear anything behind him.

Shao Zhanqu tapped him on his desk, knocked him up, and reminded him: "Listen to class and take notes."

Xu Sheng grabbed his hair, and finally opened his eyes. In line with the principle that you can't survive my misery, he took the phone out of his trouser pocket and reminded him: "Don't look up at the blackboard. I never go to class. Look at the blackboard, sleep, play games, choose one of the two."

"..."

Xu Sheng threw the phone in front of Shao Zhan: "Find someone you want to play in the game category."

Although the two of them changed their bodies, they didn't change their dormitories, mobile phones, and other personal things.

No one knows when this situation will end now. People are very good at giving themselves some hope in the subconscious mind. Both felt that this situation should not last long.

The phone does not require a password, and Shao Zhan can unlock it directly with his fingerprint.

He opened the screen lock of Xu Sheng's phone, and before he could find the game category, he was attracted by a very special phone screen.

It is a sketch of a street scene.

The whole picture is a street scene, street lights, and a corner storefront.In the shop, there are two shop assistants talking to customers, but these are just a few strokes. Instead, the most inked cat is a sleeping cat under a corner street lamp, squinting.

The cat's snoozing look was unusually well-behaved, with his minions curled up and his tail curled up.

The other parts were lightly painted with a pencil, creating a feeling of darkness, with only a circle of light shining under the street lamp.Then the line extended to the other side and became unusually empty.

The artificial traces of this painting are so heavy that it doesn't look like a picture on the Internet.

Moreover, the pixels are not high, the effect of the mobile phone shooting is not good, and the painting looks slightly blurred and gray.

Seeing that he hadn't responded for a long time, Xu Sheng finished copying the main idea on the blackboard, turned his head and said, "...Don't tell me that you have never played games when you grow up."

After Xu Sheng finished speaking, he thought it might be possible. He was so boring in class, and he immediately became interested: "Well, let me teach you."

Shao Zhan swiped a page and clicked into the game category: "Turn your head back."

Xu Sheng shrugged, holding the pen and turning it around.Meng Guowei is scrolling the textbook with one hand and writing on the blackboard: "So what I just said is only the surface meaning, and the deep meaning..."

There is nothing else in Xu Sheng's phone. There are a lot of games, from Xiaoxiaoledou Landlord to King Glory, only you can't think that he hasn't played before.

Shao Zhan was too lazy to pick one, so he clicked one.

Just launched, the game hasn't been found yet, a friend with an ID called "Kuangfeng Langdie" shakes a few messages.

Kuangfeng Langdie: Boss, you and Xueshen.You two, at the same table?

Kuangfeng Langdie: If you are kidnapped, you blink.

Kuangfeng Langdie: You told me a few days ago that someone like him...

After all, it was someone else's game account. Shao Zhan wanted to ignore it, but as soon as the words "people like him" came out, Shao Zhan paused again.

S:?

Xu Sheng's game account name is very simple, just one letter.

After this question mark was sent, it took half a minute before the other side sent a long string of words.

Crazy Peaks and Butterflies: Honesty, desolate, and extinct of humanity is simply a neurosis. I will think about it again, oh there is another word, beasts are inferior.

"Kuangfeng Langdie is Zhang Feng," Xu Sheng just remembered. Zhang Feng would come to him as soon as he went online. "Class One, he might come to me, no matter what he says about you. Just reply."

Xu Sheng said, and he saw the words Kuangfeng Langdie hanging in a row on the screen: "What did he post?"

Shao Zhan turned the phone screen to face him.

Xu Sheng: "..."

Shao Zhan seemed to have a sneer. The word sneer is not appropriate because cold accounts for 99.9% of the total: "The Chinese test is so small, but the idiom is quite good."

Xu Sheng froze, turned his head consciously, and continued to listen to the class.

Zhang Feng didn't know that he sold Xu Sheng.

He watched "Xu Sheng" play a game on his own in the first group, and was very confused without taking him to play.

Zhang Feng actually had a respect for Xueshen before. After all, his grades were so good, he was commonly known as being against the sky. It was hard not to be admired and dissatisfied, so he only came to Class 7 several times just to get a glimpse of Xueshen.

However, after reviewing and being disciplined everywhere, Xu Sheng was very annoyed by Shao Zhan. He was annoyed to hear Zhang Feng reciting the words "Learning God": "Are you going to be a brother or to learn God?"

Zhang Feng slapped his thigh: "Of course it's brother!"

While Shao Zhan was playing the game, Meng Guowei had already sent down the little curls.

Xu Sheng opened the test paper and looked down at the first question.

Xu Shengxin said that the difficulty of acting as "Shao Zhan" in the Chinese class is not too difficult. After all, the Chinese characters can be understood by individuals. No matter what, he has just finished listening for half of the class.

A few basic knowledge points are still known.

So Xu Sheng confidently began to write the first question.

"Wrong." Shao Zhan suddenly said halfway through the game.

"Which question is wrong?" Xu Sheng looked up.

"You should ask, which question you have is right."

"..."

Xu Sheng didn't know where Shao Zhan came from, and he could still watch him solve problems while playing games: "I have these questions, but none of them are right?"

Xu Sheng faced the creature like Xueshen again.

Shao Zhan should indeed not play games very often, but he knew the basic operations and skills at the end of the game. In the second game, there was a faint old player's posture, compared with Zhang Feng, who was still a rookie after playing for a year. , This contrast is simply tragic.

The most excessive thing is-he can really play while reading the questions.

Shao Zhan said one sentence, Xu Sheng wrote one sentence, and the half of the test paper was quickly completed.

There were less than five minutes left before get out of class.

The papers issued by Meng Guowei in class are basically not accepted, which are equivalent to after-school exercises. Therefore, the two did not consider the question of waiting for Shao Zhan to write one before exchanging the test papers.

However, Meng Guowei was probably in a good mood today. He began to play with the projector on the podium: "The time is too late. I will put the correct answer on the blackboard for everyone. You can correct it. These questions are not difficult."

Xu Sheng has completed the task of this class. He leaned back, squinted to look at the curtain on the blackboard, and waited for the get out of class to end.

In the next second, I heard Meng Guowei say: "Shao Zhan, take your paper up."

The classmates heard that the answer sheet to be projected was Xueshen's answer sheet, and immediately sat upright, all of them making an expression with Gao Zhibo, who was only separated by the aisle.

"..."

Xu Sheng never thought that Meng Guowei's correct answer meant this.

Shao Zhan couldn't play the game anymore, so he directly quit.

After Meng Guowei finished playing with the projector, he smiled and walked off the stage: "Come on, show it to everyone."

Meng Guowei wanted to directly take away the test paper Xu Sheng placed on the table.

Smoked, but didn't take it away.

Xu Sheng pressed the test paper. He took a peek at the words on his test paper. The words were wild, scribbled, and full of wildness.In an instant, he even had the heart to swallow the test paper in one breath.

Meng Guowei pumped harder, and the opponent pressed even tighter.

Meng Guowei tried to smoke again.

"Teacher," Xu Sheng was in a hurry, and he didn't know what thoughts had flashed in his mind. He suddenly patted the table and said, "Should you give other students a chance to show yourself?"

Meng Guowei was taken aback by him.

"The standard answer is important, but I think you should focus on the areas where people are more likely to make mistakes when doing the questions." Xu Sheng took advantage of Meng Guowei's conviction and finally pulled the test papers from Meng Guowei's palm. He continued, "... …Knowing which points are the points lost by the students, and strengthening training is the real help for them."

It makes sense!

Meng Guowei seemed to be struck in his head by a flash of lightning, and fell into deep thought.

He always likes to show everyone Shao Zhan's standard answer, but is the standard answer really that important?!

Xu Sheng chased after victory: "Gao Zhibo told me before that he had always wanted to show off his homework, and he had no chance."

Meng Guowei pondered for a while, and really turned around: "Gao Zhibo, the teacher did not expect you to have this heart."

Meng Guowei stretched out his hand: "Come on, give me your paper."

Gao Zhibo, who has never said this before: "...?"

Shao Zhan's mood every day was to be hung up severely, and then he returned to Xu Sheng's unexpected extreme operation.

Except for the Chinese class, except for a little surprise, both Xu Sheng and Shao Zhan had experience in the following classes. Regardless of whether the homework was accepted or not, Shao Zhan wrote him the title in advance.

In addition, the school has just started, and several cultural courses are basically teaching the basic content according to the textbooks. They have not yet reached the level of developing expansion questions, and there are not many opportunities to do them.Shao Zhan knows everything. These newly learned knowledge points are too basic, and the teacher rarely asks him to answer questions.

It's hard to get through school—Xu Sheng has never felt so tired from going to school. Without Shao Zhan's reminder, he didn't have the thought of running out of school. He went back to the dormitory after dinner in the cafeteria.

There are several unread messages from Zhang Feng on the phone.

The time to send messages is still during the daytime class.

Zhang Feng: Why don't you take me when you play the game?

Zhang Feng: I invited you and you refused me??

Xu Sheng was lying on the bed and didn't know how to explain. He was about to return a few words perfunctorily. The door of the dormitory was knocked twice. It should be Shao Zhan who came to pick up the homework.

Shao Zhan really came to get the homework. He didn't enter the door and stood at the door and said, "Give me homework."

"It's all here," Xu bloomed open the door, carrying the schoolbag on the desk, and leaning against the door frame and said, "I don't know which door is which door, anyway, everything sent is stuffed in."

As Xu Sheng spoke, he noticed that Shao Zhan still had a bag in his hand.

Before he had time to ask what he was holding, Shao Zhan threw the bag of things to him in the next second.

"Start practicing tonight," Shao Zhan said in a "no discussion" tone. "Practice twenty pages a day. I will check it tomorrow morning."

Xu Sheng was thrown into a daze by him: "Fuck, what is this?"

After cursing, he lowered his head, and through the plastic bag, he hit his eyeballs with a line of words: Do you want to practice good words in 30 days?Are you still troubled by not getting the noodles?

This copybook is vigorous and powerful, the teaching design is reasonable, and the connotation is a professional and detailed explanation of the stroke steps for students to gradually in-depth and orderly practice.

Xu Sheng looked up two inches.

The title is: "30 Days Crash-Calligraphy Copybook".