Beyond The Outline

Xu Sheng freed up one hand, carried the bag with one hand, and turned to the next few books: "No Words That Can Be Practiced: A Quick Tutorial in Xingkai", "Words are like their own: Five copies of Huaxia Wanjuan pen copybook".

...

All copybooks.

Xu Sheng couldn't go down.

Judging by the thickness and weight of this bag, Shao Zhan has bought no less than ten copybooks, with a complete range of font types, from entry to advanced versions, with a very high degree of freedom.

I don’t know if it’s because Shao Zhan bought too many copybooks. There was even a pen gifted by the bookstore in the bag.

Xu Sheng managed to stay out of school. He thought he could escape the curse of "Shao Zhan" temporarily, and hoped that he would be able to return from sleep tomorrow morning: "You also bought the copybook specially, you he..." he said This, under Shao Zhan's warm gaze, he held back the swear words, "What's wrong with you?"

Shao Zhan's ability to go to the bookstore to buy copybooks is also a test for him.

There were still a few students in the bookstore who were picking up teaching materials. As soon as he entered the bookstore, he cleared the shop for the bookstore owner within ten seconds and enjoyed the treatment of private room.

He bought so many copybooks and he just didn't have time to pick it up. The bookstore owner stood on the side and sighed: "Classmate, you buy it quickly, we still have to do business."

Xu Shengneng snatched the test papers from Meng Guowei in class today, but he couldn't tell.If the teacher in any class got interested and asked him to go to the blackboard to solve the problem, Xu Sheng couldn't explain it clearly when the word came out.

Shao Zhan: "Your characters are too ugly."

Xu Sheng looked at his face that seemed to be frozen in front of him: "..." I wanted to curse, but couldn't refute it.

Shao Zhan put his schoolbag on one shoulder and gave him another choice. He leaned closer when he spoke, giving people a sense of oppression invisibly, with broken hair covering his eyes: "If you don't practice, I will change my right hand in class tomorrow. ."

Xu Sheng didn't just want to curse, he even wanted to hit others.

If Shao Zhan switched back to writing with his right hand, the teachers of various subjects suddenly found that Xu Sheng's writing was advancing by leaps and bounds, and the impact would be even greater.

Of the two choices, whichever one chooses is dead, the difference is just which one died more tragically.

Xu Sheng didn't want to choose one.

After Shao Zhan finished speaking, he didn't want to be entangled in this issue. He was about to turn around and leave. Xu Sheng quickly grabbed his hands and said, "Wait a moment."

Xu Sheng grasped Shao Zhan’s wrist tightly. As long as he prepared his mind and occasionally let go of the bottom line, he could speak everything, bargaining and saying: "Twenty pages are too many, and the words I wrote this semester are added together. It’s not that much, just make a discussion, ten pages."

Shao Zhan looked at him and said nothing.

Xu Sheng began to open his eyes and talk nonsense: "Everything is difficult at the beginning, and nothing can be done overnight. You should understand this truth. I believe you will not be so ruthless with your classmates..."

However, Xu Sheng had just said the beginning and was immediately blocked.

"I'm polite, utterly desolate, and exterminate humanity," Shao Zhan said, paused, and then said, "Oh, there is another word, inferior to animals."

"..."

Shao Zhan: "Let go."

Xu Sheng let go, watching Shao Zhan return to the bedroom opposite, and closed the door.

Xu Sheng always writes casually, writing as he pleases.

It’s not that no teacher wanted to send him a copybook. In the first year of high school, Gu Yan had persuaded him: "Look at your character and what kind of bird stuff you wrote. I will just pull someone from the side of the road. You write clearly! Originally the score was low, and the roll noodle score is not easy to grasp. Go out of the school gate and turn right to Xinhua Bookstore. Go and buy some copybooks to practice! Get out!"

Xu Sheng just pretended not to hear, and said "Goodbye, Director Gu" and walked out.

Calligraphy?

What a joke, even if he dreams, Xu Sheng can't dream of such a scene.

Ten minutes later, Xu Sheng sat at the desk and turned over a page of copybook with humiliation.

Before he started writing, a line appeared in his mind: I will definitely regret what I did tonight.

On the first page of the copybook, there are three grids in the row on the left. In the grid are three basic gestures, horizontal, vertical and vertical.

A few lines of writing skills and key points are marked under the Tianzi grid with small characters: horizontal, lightly cut at the beginning, move to the right along the way, pay attention to the left low, right high, long horizontal with a slight arc...

Xu Sheng pressed the layer of copy paper covered on the copybook, forcibly controlled his emotions, and traced a row of "three" on the right hand side.

Zhang Feng's WeChat bombing continued.

Zhang Feng: By the way, boss, why did you leave so fast after school today?

I'm afraid you will find me.

Zhang Feng: Originally I wanted to ask if you were going to play.

What I'm afraid of is that you ask me to play.

Zhang Feng: What are you doing now?

Xu Sheng glanced at his copybook and went back to the past three words: playing a game.

Zhang Feng: Together?

Xu Sheng: You can play by yourself, I want to practice walking.

Xu Sheng: People can't always rely on teammates, you should learn to carry by yourself.

Zhang Feng:...

When Xu Sheng looked up from the copybook, the window was completely dark outside, the cicada chirping faintly, and the hot wind blew between the shadows of the trees, it was realized that he actually practiced for nearly an hour.

Xu Sheng threw the pen away, bent one leg while sitting still, stepped on the edge of the seat, bent his neck back, and then subconsciously took the mineral water bottle on the table.

Unscrew the cap, the mouth of the bottle just met the mouth, before drinking, he capped it back.

More embarrassing than taking a bath is going to the toilet.

He didn't exchange specific details with Shao Zhan. He just assumed that there was no such thing, but invariably reduced the frequency of drinking water.When Xu Sheng thought of this, a deep shame surrounded him.

He really didn't know-why it was so difficult to spend a day at school.

Xu Sheng grabbed his hair, picked up the phone again, opened the browser, clicked into the question and answer category, and tried to find people with similar experiences, but all came out asking for novel recommendations.

He can only be the first person to ask questions, typing word by word: I am a sophomore in high school, and my grades... there is room for improvement.

It may be ashamed to speak out, or it may be because of the inability to find the angle for a while. Xu Sheng talked for a long time, even babbling about his handsome appearance before entering the subject: I exchanged bodies with one of my classmates. what should I do?

Xu Sheng's question and answer category is intractable diseases. A doctor surnamed Li quickly responded to this question: It is recommended to go to the hospital for examination as soon as possible.

The head of the doctor surnamed Li is dressed in a white coat with a majestic and authoritative look on his face.

Xu Sheng cheered up and seemed to be rescued. He replied: Can you be more specific?

Dr. Li: Go to the psychiatric department as soon as possible and actively cooperate with the doctor for treatment. I wish you a speedy recovery.

"..."

Xu Sheng suddenly felt that instead of asking unreliable doctors, continuing to practice calligraphy might be a better choice.

After Xu Sheng finished twenty pages of training, he was dizzy and dizzy. The words that appeared on the copybook ranged from familiar to unfamiliar to familiar. He fell into deep doubts about life and society as he wrote.

He just said that the words written this semester did not add up to be true. Now he wants to correct the sentence just now-not only this semester, he didn't write so many words last semester.

He does not hand in homework, does not take notes, and does not take exams seriously.

If there is a choice, only write "poetry" genre, because there are few words.I was once picked up by Gu Yan Wang and scolded: "Do you think you are a poet? Ah?! What kind of poetry you write, just a few broken sentences of yours, are also considered poetry?! Even if you write off-topic, it is better than this! How did you take the test!"

Xu Sheng didn't think anymore, he shook his hand, and another thought that came to his mind was: Shao Zhan seems to have no friends?

I only knew that this person looked cold before, but he really became Shao Zhan for a day, and found that although Shao Zhan had a lot of brothers and sisters, he didn't seem to be a friend.

This is convenient for him, as he doesn't need to deal with the "student tyrant friends" who suddenly appear.

If there is such a role, the two people may have to discuss the topic together, and meet in the library whenever they have time to cultivate their sentiments and expand their knowledge.He chose to die.

It's just that after a day, the convenience is finished, but the question mark faintly buried is getting bigger and bigger. This person's life is only Huanggang and Wusan?Is Xueshen so perverted?

After Xu Sheng took a bath, another question mark appeared.

He wiped the fog on the mirror this time. The teenager in the mirror was naked, his hair was not dry, and water was dripping down.Xu Sheng turned sideways, turned his head to look, and finally the tattoo was closer this time-it was a wing that looked like a flame, with flame lines blooming between the skin and bones into the shape of wings.

Very ordinary tattoo, as ordinary as you pass by any tattoo shop and walk into the most popular one in the pattern book that the shop gives you.

It and Shao Zhan's cold temperament are completely two extremes.

Xu Sheng took a look, and felt that staring at others like this was really a pervert, so he pulled the towel from the side, threw off all the question marks, covered his head and opened the door and went out.

The two thoughts about the same sentence before going to bed: maybe they can change it back tomorrow.

If you don't change it back, you can't live this day.

The next day, Xu Sheng was awakened by the knock on the door and opened the door of the dormitory. Outside the door was "self" who came over to deliver his schoolbag and checked the 20-page copybook by the way.

God obviously didn't receive their shouts, and apart from the unexplained thunder, there was no answer.