Beyond The Outline

After listening to the resumes of these two players, Qiu Qiu looked at the audience blankly, and tried to struggle a bit: "Also...is there anyone else who wants to sign up?"

She is not good at discouraging the enthusiasm of her classmates, and she cries out in her heart: Can a few normal people come?!

Xu Sheng sat still without moving.

The blackboard player Xu Sheng, who was banned from the competition in the past, did not want to participate. If he participated, other classes would be completely lost.In addition, there were many people in the class who wanted to participate, and he didn't want to compete with them. He just heard the lineup of the Blackboard Report Team of Class 7, which inevitably felt shocked in his heart.

He couldn't sleep anymore. He looked down at the screen of his mobile phone and received an invitation from Zhang Feng's friend.

Xu Sheng used a bookend in front of him and reported to his boyfriend in advance: "I will play a game with Zhang Feng."

Shao Zhan: "Hit, ask me what I am doing."

Xu Sheng laughed. He shrank in the corner, sitting still, thinking that he had reduced his sense of existence, but he was still particularly noticeable: "Report it, I'm afraid you will be jealous."

Shao Zhan: "If I say not to let you stop fighting?"

Xu Sheng: "...Then I beg you."

S: I just play one game.

Zhang Feng has not played games with Xu Sheng for more than two months: What have you been doing recently?

When talking about this, Xu Sheng has something to say.

S: I have been busy studying with me at the same table recently.

Zhang Feng:??

Xu Sheng said in a completely different tone from before: You should study hard, too. There is not much time before the college entrance examination. You can target me and study hard.

Qiu Qiu was on the stage, her gaze swept across the stage, she had a general understanding of the class 7 classmates, and indeed could not find a suitable candidate, her eyes were attracted unconsciously, in fact, the two masters in the back row were really difficult. People are neglected-so she saw Xu Sheng playing games, the young man lowered his head and shattered hair in front of her eyes. When playing the mobile phone, the man leaned back slightly, the chair was tilted back, in a very arrogant posture, and the table stood pretending Book.

The young man sitting next to Xu Sheng was doing his work, seeming to be leaning on him, reaching for a hand before the book fell.

Qiu Qiu retracted his gaze, and could only write Tan Kai and Yuan Ziqiang's name on the registration form as if resigning.

After Qiu Qiu finished writing, his eyes went dark, and he felt that their second and seventh class of senior high school was over.

The preparation time for the blackboard newspaper competition is one week, and the selection will be conducted on Friday next week. The topic is very simple, and they are encouraged to be positive and set two words: "Stars".

There are more students in the hallway visible to the naked eye, and they dangle in the hallway every time between classes. They are all high school sophomores who are struggling to make waves in their boring life.

Hou Jun leaned in and said, "I saw that those people weren't. They were all spies on the blackboard."

Xu Sheng: "?" Is there a fucking spy?

Hou Jun explained: "I'm responsible for coming over to see how other classes are designed, and then going back to improve the report of my class. This is the case every year, and the desire to win is particularly strong."

Xu Sheng couldn't understand, had the classmates of Linjiang Sixth Middle School been idle to this point?

Qiu Qiu didn't have time to manage the results of other classes. She did a good job of pre-typesetting and planned to paint the starry sky: "The sky above is the starry sky, and then there are a row of people below. It feels like reaching out, okay? Can you feel it?

Tan Kai, the third-class contestant of kindergarten crayon drawing, nodded his head: "I can probably feel it."

Qiu Qiu didn't believe it very much, but the matter was over and could only be handed over to Tan Kai.

Tan Kai is very confident: "Don't worry, leave it to me, no problem!"

Writing on the blackboard has to wait for the background to be drawn. The manuscript is written by a writer. The writer's poems are prosperous, and no fewer than three poems have been conceived.

Xu Sheng said that he would not participate. After all, the seat is very close to the blackboard at the back. It is difficult to ignore it. Sometimes there are not enough empty seats. He took the initiative to get up and said, "Step on me."

Qiu Qiu: "Thank you, Brother Sheng, where do you sit?"

"I'll just sit on the table," Xu Sheng can sit anywhere. During the lunch break, he sits directly on the desk and writes questions, and says to them, "You use it first."

The progress of the blackboard newspaper was slow. Qiu Qiuyuan was full of energy at first. She controlled the design and ideas of the blackboard newspaper very well. However, her teammates were not up to date, so she saw the reality of skinny: "..."

The day before the Blackboard News was selected, Qiu Qiu's mentality completely collapsed.

At the time of self-study in the evening, Qiu Qiu went to the office. After coming back, he lay down on the table. Xu Sheng and Shao Zhan returned from the office. When they passed Qiu Qiu's seat, Xu Sheng habitually wanted to tease her: "Sister Qiu, have you finished your homework, lend me a copy?"

Qiu Qiu didn't speak, his shoulders shrugged slightly.

"..." Xu Sheng retracted his hand, "cry?"

Qiu Qiu was at the table with a girl wearing glasses. She whispered: "We just came back from the teacher's office and heard someone in the hallway discussing the blackboard newspaper of our class. The words were a bit too much. Qiu Qiu was anxious at first. It's..."

Shao Zhan has no way of crying for girls: "Don't look at me."

Xu Sheng is good at it. He patted Qiu Qiu's head very lightly: "Sister Qiu, I think our class blackboard is able to report--" I have been taking exams for these two days. Xu Sheng has not paid attention for a few days. After taking a look, he swallowed the word "okay" back.

It's not very good.

Tan Kai perfectly played the level of his third prize in kindergarten, turning the starry sky into a large colorful wave, not to mention the row of people below.

If their class really takes this thing to participate, don't think about it, it will definitely be the bottom.

Xu Sheng added: "Although it is not satisfactory, the overall feeling is still very...the moment is bright, this wave is novel and unique, whoever doesn't have eyes said, I and your brother Zhan will beat him. "

Shao Zhan rarely refuted.

Someone came to comfort him, but Qiu Qiu's shoulders shook more severely.

She has a heavy sense of responsibility and has tried her best to organize this event, but when she hears others say that she is in her class, she always feels that she has not done a good job, which has increased her mental burden.

Qiu Qiu was about to wipe away the tears and say, "I'm fine." He heard a little movement on the side, and then felt that the paper originally pressed under her arm was pulled out.

After thinking about it, she remembered that the paper was the application form.

Qiu Qiu was stunned. He was still lying on his stomach. Looking through the gap between his arms, he saw a hand with long slender fingers, holding a pen and filling in the application form.

The handwriting was scribbled as always, and it looked very casual, as if it didn't take it seriously.

There are two more words in the registration column: Xu Sheng.

Xu Sheng put down the pen. The air conditioner in the office was hot and the school uniform jacket was open. He said, "I'll do it."

Qiu Qius didn't know that she was standing in front of the Blackboard Demon King who had a record of victory in junior high school and was banned for one year. She even forgot to cry: "...Are you kidding?"

"..."

How to put it, I'm actually pretty good.

"I will try to change it," it was too troublesome to explain, and finally Xu Sheng only said, "I have been out before and have experience."

Although Xu Sheng is now getting better grades, he rarely does anything unrelated to studying in class, but he has never heard of him still drawing.

Qiu Qiu didn't know whether to let him try to change. In the end, Qiu Qiu's words at the same table dispelled her worries: "Qiu Qiu, anyway, it will be the last place if it is changed, and it will make no difference. "

Qiu Qiu: "..." What you said is cruel, but true.

The situation has reached its worst, and there is no way to go down again.

As a temporary rescuer, everyone had little hope for Xu Sheng. After the late self-study, everyone returned to the dormitory one after another. Qiu Qiu wanted to stay and help, Xu Sheng said that she didn’t need to go back and think about winning. In my opinion, he and Shao Zhan were left in the class soon.There are a bunch of leftover painting tools and leftover gouache paint.

After the evening self-study, the teaching building was very quiet. Except for Class 7, the lights in the other classrooms were turned off, and it was dark outside.

Shao Zhan knew his level and was not worried: "How long will it take to change."

Xu Sheng directly moved a desk over to make it easy to paint while standing. He squatted on the desk and searched for the paint and wet rags at hand: "The background color is finished, and the parts to be changed can be wiped off with a rag. A simple change should take two or three hours."

The most time-consuming task is to paint the background color, the entire blackboard has to be blacked out, and the "polka dots" of Tan Kai are erased. It does not take too much time to paint the starry sky.

Shao Zhan stayed in the classroom to wait for him. After finishing two sets of questions, he saw Xu Sheng take off his coat.

The teenager stood on the desk. From his point of view, his legs were stretched very long. The original horrible blackboard newspaper changed its style-the original silhouettes standing under the night sky were a neat row, which was changed to staggered by Xu Sheng In his position, the shards of stars are reflected from the night sky and converge into a dazzling galaxy, flowing into everyone's high hands.

The people below were not originally designed to be shadows, but there was really no way to refine them one by one, and there was no time, so Xu Sheng directly piled up a series of gorgeous figures with large areas of color, and the color impact was extremely strong.

It is hard to imagine that this was something that was corrected in more than two hours.

Xu Sheng couldn't take care of other things as soon as he took the paintbrush. When he returned to his senses, he found that Shao Zhan had finished packing his things and leaned on the back seat and waited for him for a long time: "What time is it?"

"It's almost twelve."

Xu Sheng didn't realize that time was passing so fast, and put down the tube of paint in his hand: "It's almost there."

Shao Zhan handed him the coat he took off: "Put on, come down."

Xu Sheng drew up and down just now, and he was inconvenient to move while wearing a coat. He honestly reached out and put on his coat.

Xu Sheng squatted down after putting on his coat and squatted on the desk stained with colorful paint. There was a starry sky behind him. He wanted to ask "Is there anything I need to change", but when he reached his lips, he said: "Brother, do you want to do something bad."

There are always people in the classroom, and I really want to do something in the classroom without catching the opportunity.

The classroom was empty at the moment, and the subject was still beside him. Xu Sheng licked his lower lip and said, "Like a kiss or something."

Shao Zhan's mind moved slightly, and Xu Sheng still held a paintbrush in his hand. As soon as he raised his head to look at him, the boy pressed it down with a clear kiss. Xu Sheng let go of his hand, and the brush fell straight on the table.