Beyond The Outline

The desks and chairs in the classroom are messy, and the students didn't tidy up before leaving.

Xu Sheng's lips hurt when he bit him, but he didn't dodge at all. Instead, he raised his hand to grab Shao Zhan's collar and pulled him to his side.The two were in the back row of the classroom, kissing recklessly.

However, at night, there are teachers on duty who will patrol the teaching buildings.

Not long after, there was a sound of footsteps from far and near at the top of the stairs.

Xu Sheng gradually found some skills. Even when he was squatting on the desk, his legs still looked very long, his knees crossed shoulders, and a standard clothes hanger. He even voluntarily moved up and tried to stay in Shao when Shao Zhan was about to pull away. Zhan licked his lips: "I haven't kissed enough."

The two were in the back row of the classroom. Shao Zhan raised his hand and could touch the light switch on the side of the blackboard. With a "pop", the lights in the classroom went out.

"..."

Xu Sheng thought he would take him out to avoid the teacher, but Shao Zhan did not. They continued to kiss in the dark.

Because after the lights were turned off, the classroom merged with the night outside, and you couldn’t see anything in front of you, and the patrol teacher who came up from the top of the stairs could not tell when it would dangle to the door of Class 7, Xu Sheng heard the touch on his lips The sound of my own heartbeat.

When Shao Zhan pinched his chin, he asked, "Is it enough?"

It's exciting to do this kind of thing in the classroom.

Xu Sheng narrowed his eyes and looked at Shao Zhanyin's silhouette in the dark: "What if it is not enough, go back and continue?"

Shao Zhan pulled up the hat behind him and put it over his head: "Don't cry and stop."

What Shao Zhan said was obviously another thing. This "crying" was not crying in the literal sense. At most, Xu Sheng's eyes were flushed with a few swear words, and then he hummed and didn't want to care about him after he was cool.

"Helping" with my hands...I'm really tired.

Xu Sheng gave a "tsk," and refused to admit that he was so persuaded. He jumped off the desk with one hand, and the two of them slipped back into the dormitory just before the patrol teacher swept to Class 7.

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Qiu Qiu couldn't worry about the blackboard newspaper. The next day, he didn't even care for breakfast. He arrived in the classroom early. There were two other members of the blackboard team with her.

Yuan Ziqiang: "Sister Qiu, don't blame yourself, it's mine."

Tan Kai talked about self-confidence. After painting, there was no self-confidence: "Sister Qiu, I'm sorry, it's all my problem that the blackboard in our class is like this. I am overconfident in my painting skills. It is me... "

Several people opened the door of the classroom as they said, Tan Kai was stunned, and in the second half of his sentence he turned around: "Worried to the wrong shift."

"What do you want, I wrote about the second year of high school, can I go wrong after a year of walking?" Yuan Ziqiang slammed Tan Kai away and was about to enter the classroom. As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly quit, "Fuck, I really took the wrong shift, this is not our class!"

Where can their class have such a beautiful blackboard newspaper!

Qiu Qiu's first reaction was also: This is not Class 7.

Immediately after a slow pat in my mind, I remembered the name that the young man had filled in on the registration paper yesterday, and the casual and public voice: "I'm coming."

She was stunned at the door of the class. The stars on the blackboard and the silhouettes piled up with various color blocks brought a strong visual impact. Compared with the painting in front of him, Tan Kai and the others were three years old. The level of children is not only Tan Kai, but the one who reported best on the blackboard is the sixth class next door.The chalk drawing that Class 3 was originally proud of was still visible yesterday, but now after the comparison, it has become a foil.

After a long while, Qiu Qiu said, "This is...the painting by Brother Sheng."

Tan Kai: "Do I know him?"

Yuan Ziqiang: "Who?! Is there any other Sheng brother in our class?"

Qiu Qiu: "..."

It hasn't been selected yet, and the fact that the blackboard newspaper from Class 7 is so damn good has spread throughout the grade.

The selection is no suspense.

The first place in the Blackboard News Evaluation: Senior Second and Seventh Class.

The whole year was shocked by this incident, especially the class 6 students who had laughed at the poor blackboard report from Class 7 yesterday.

"Damn, what happened last night?"

"Class 7 is up?"

"Yesterday I still said that Class 6 will definitely win..."

The client Xu Sheng didn't care about the final result at all. Because he painted too late yesterday, he spent several nights for the exam and slept for a whole morning for self-study.Before he got down, he saw his classmates in the front row staring at him motionlessly. Xu Shengxun had a bad temper when he was sleepy: "Is something wrong? I'll talk about it when I wake up."

The classmates in the front row turned back silently, and said to their heart: Their seventh class is indeed open, and the name of the student is called school bully.

When Xu Sheng woke up, half of the first chemistry class had passed, and the selection of the blackboard newspaper before the class had already ended.

Shao Zhan gave him the notes he had copied down, and by the way notified: "Our class is the first."

Xu Sheng said "Oh", but didn't respond: "It's quite normal, it's normal."

Shao Zhan continued to inform and said without emotion: "Qiu Qiu said thank you, and the literary and art committee of the class next door cried."

Xu Sheng touched his nose and made literary and artistic committee members cry. This kind of thing happened more than once in his blackboard newspaper career: "...I said it’s troublesome to participate in this kind of activity. I wouldn’t be there if Sister Qiu was scolded. The committee members are men and women? Forget the men, or for the women, should I give a candy?"

Shao Zhan was troubled by Xu Sheng's attributes as a friend of women: "What do you plan to say when you give sweets."

Xu Sheng thought for a while, and thought of an opening statement: "Let you let me next time?"

Shao Zhan: "..."

Xu Xiaoba's coaxing skills are indeed top-notch. If he really blocks people at the back door with a candy, and leaves a sentence "let you next time", the next-door literary and artistic committee will be stunned and will not be able to recover.

After Xu Sheng was spreading out Shao Zhan's notes and intending to copy them, the man next to him reached out and took the notes back directly.

"...Hey," Xu Sheng said, holding a pen, tapping on the desk with the penholder, "a few meanings."

Shao Zhan said nothing.

Xu Sheng: "Brother?"

Shao Zhan said in a cold voice: "It's useless to call brother. I write notes on the blackboard and copy it by myself."

Xu Sheng put down the pen, there was nothing he could do, and he boasted: "The writing on the blackboard is not as good as you."

"Fuck, don't give it away," Xu Sheng reacted quickly after speaking, he tugged at Shao Zhan's clothes corner, "If it doesn't give it away, it will work, I'm just talking about it."

Xu Shenghua’s blackboard newspaper was initially circulated in the school’s post bar, but in the end it was uploaded to the online platform. It attracted a wave of big likes and a big tag: the blackboard newspaper of other classes.

Meng Guowei knew about the cry of art committee members of Class 6. Not only was the whole year shocked by the strength of their Class 7, Meng Guowei himself was also quite shocked: "Our class Xu Sheng still has this amazing strength? Why don't I know? ?"

Meng Guowei: "I'm ready to take the countdown on the blackboard in our class."

Tan Kai’s kindergarten crayon drawing third prize level is really desperate. Meng Guowei initially watched the blackboard newspaper of Class 7, and also thought about what grades the class would get this time. After only one glance, he was disheartened: Forget it, study is the most important thing. Things like blackboard newspapers are all clouds.

Meng Guowei was surprised, and within two weeks he received a call from Xu Sheng's mother.

With his keen sense, the woman's tone of these two calls was different from the past. When she talked about Xu Shengshi, even her focus was crooked, and she never asked Xu Sheng if she did anything unrelated to studying at school as before. .

Xu Yaping: "Hello, teacher."

Xu Yaping taught a piece of knowledge about art exams at Aunt Kang, and she also knew that if Xu Sheng's level honestly brought up the cultural class, no school would be a problem, which she never expected.

At the beginning, she wanted to understand through "Xu Zhan" that when she let Xu Sheng do what she liked, she didn't think so much, nor did she expect him to have such good results.

After letting go, she got the gift that fate gave her.I was even more worried about how much Xu Sheng would have missed if he didn't let go.

Xu Yaping explained his intention: "That's it, Xu Sheng intends to take the art test..."

Meng Guowei: "?" What is art?

Xu Yaping: "Isn't it going to be the third year of high school right away? I want to tell you in advance that he has to go to the studio for training in the third year of high school, and he can't come to school. The situation is quite special..."

One month before the art entrance exam, it is called the "training period".Candidates need to put aside the cultural class and go to the studio to participate in the training preparation test, intensive practice, improve the feel and technical level, in order to play the best level in the joint examination.

Meng Guowei had heard of the training camp, because the Liyang Second Middle School next door did just that. He had heard of the process of the art entrance exam more or less, but they had never had an art student in Linjiang!

Let alone in recent years, even if you push forward, you will not be able to find one since the day the school was founded!

After a brief shock, Meng Guowei quickly recovered his expressive ability and said, "I see, this and this situation is indeed special."

It's so special.

He was so special that he didn't know how to report to Director Gu.

After explaining the situation, Xu Yaping asked a few more words before hanging up the phone: "Xu Sheng's mental state is okay recently?"

"There is nothing wrong with it, such as suddenly changing someone."

"Or suddenly say something inexplicable."

"..."

Meng Guowei heard these words just as he digested their first art student in Linjiang.

It sounds like a mental illness.

Xu Sheng is quite normal.

Is the mother's care for the child to this level now?Meng Guowei thought blankly.

After the blackboard newspaper incident, Xu Sheng's plan to take the art joint examination quickly spread throughout the office: they are about to welcome the first art student in Linjiang since the school was founded.

There has been a lot of discussion, and there are also doubts in the discussion.

"Ms. Yang," in another classroom office, a teacher said to the chemistry substitute teacher of Class 7, "Xu Sheng is from the class you replaced? I heard that he is going to go to art. This is really amazing. I haven't been an art student."

Teacher Yang didn't like Xu Sheng in the first place. Even if Xu Sheng's learning attitude has been corrected this semester, he still cannot change this.

From the bottom of her heart, she had a prejudice against Xu Sheng's "fine art". She chuckled slightly: "Want to take a shortcut. Although his score has improved a bit now, he must go to a good school. almost impossible."

In addition to the teacher's discussion, there were also discussions in the corridors of the teaching building.

At the time of the exercise, everyone else had already gone to the playground. Several late classmates from Class 6 gathered together and walked towards the top of the stairs while talking.One of them said unconvinced:

"Art students have low requirements for cultural classes. According to the algorithm, the same school, even if the cultural class scores are much lower than ours, can enter..."

"Fuck me, is that so cool."

"We have worked hard to review, can they still draw down points?"

Class 6 students had a stable win and were cut off by Class 7. Even if Xu Sheng is a school bully, it does not prevent them from chewing their tongues behind their backs: "I think Xu Sheng, if this score is still not enough, buy a school and say Do not--"

What they said came to an abrupt end.

In front of them, the cold-hearted teenager just came down the stairs. He was holding a thin exercise book in his hand. When he was writing the question, he folded his sleeves up, revealing his thin wrists.

This master carries a title, and anyone who sees him must be convinced and shout: Learn God.

Shao Zhan was asked by the teacher to change the question alone. When he passed the group six, he didn't pass by directly, but stopped in front of one of them.

"What did you just say."

The tone is really not good.

So cold.

Even if Shao Zhan had the aura of learning gods in their eyes, the so-called aura of learning gods at the moment could not suppress the cold eyebrows of the young man in front of him. Just standing in front of him gave people a sense of pressure that could not breathe. Without a response, he seemed to be impatient: "Can't understand people? How do you say it, say it again."