Beyond The Outline

Xu Sheng freed up one hand, carrying the bag with one hand, and flipped through the following books: "There is no bad calligraphy: a crash course in Xingkai", "Writing like a person: Huaxia Wanjuan Pen Copybook Five-Collection".

……

All copybooks.

Xu Sheng couldn't keep turning.

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

I don't know if it is because Shao Zhan bought too many copybooks, and there is even a pen in the bag as a friendly gift from the bookstore.

Xu Sheng finally made it to school. He thought he could temporarily escape the curse of "Shao Zhan", and hoped that he would be able to get back when he woke up tomorrow morning: "You went to buy copybooks on purpose, you..." He said Now, under Shao Zhan's dull gaze, he suppressed the swear words again, "What's wrong with you?"

It is also a test for Shao Zhan to go to the bookstore to buy copybooks.

There were still a few students in the bookstore looking for supplementary materials for teaching. As soon as he entered the bookstore, he cleared the store for the bookstore owner within ten seconds, and directly enjoyed the private treatment.

He bought so many copybooks because he didn't have time to pick them out. The bookstore owner stood by and sighed: "Student, hurry up and buy, we still have business."

Xu Sheng was able to snatch the test paper back from Meng Guowei in class today, but he was not sure about it later.If the teacher was interested in a class and asked him to go to the blackboard to solve the problem, once Xu Sheng said the word, he would not be able to explain it clearly.

Shao Zhan: "Your handwriting is too ugly."

Xu Sheng looked at his frozen face in front of him: "..." He really wanted to curse, but he couldn't refute.

Shao Zhan carried his schoolbag on one shoulder and gave him another choice. When he spoke, he leaned closer, giving a sense of oppression invisibly, with his broken hair covering his eyes: "It's okay if you don't practice. I will change my right hand in class tomorrow." .”

Xu Sheng not only wanted to scold people, but even wanted to hit them.

If Shao Zhan switched back to writing with his right hand, the teachers of various subjects would suddenly find that Xu Sheng's handwriting was improving by leaps and bounds, and he was approaching the god of learning, which would have an even greater impact.

Two choices, whichever you choose is death, the only difference is which one dies more tragically.

Xu Sheng didn't want to choose any of them.

After Shao Zhan finished speaking, he didn't want to get entangled in this issue, and was about to turn around and leave, but Xu Sheng quickly grabbed him: "Wait a minute."

Xu Sheng tightened his grip on Shao Zhan's wrist. As long as he was mentally prepared and occasionally let go of the bottom line, he could say anything. He bargained: "Twenty pages are too many. The words I wrote this semester add up It’s not that much, let’s discuss it, 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 solved overnight. You should understand this truth. I believe you will not be so ruthless towards your classmates..."

However, Xu Sheng had just begun to say this, and was immediately blocked back.

"I am sanctimonious, devoid of conscience, and inhumane," Shao Zhan said, paused, and then added, "Oh, there is another word, inferior to beasts."

"..."

Shao Zhan: "Let go."

Xu Sheng let go, watched Shao Zhan go back to the opposite bedroom, and shut the door behind him.

Xu Sheng always writes casually, he can write whatever he likes.

It's not that there is no teacher who wants to send him a copybook. Gu Yanwang persuaded him when he was in the first year of high school: "Look at your handwriting, what kind of stupid thing do you write? You write clearly! Your grades are already low, and you don’t even know how to score on the test paper. When you leave the school gate, turn right to Xinhua Bookstore and go buy a few copybooks to practice! Hurry up!”

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

calligraphy?

What a joke, Xu Sheng couldn't dream of such a scene even in his dreams.

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

Before he started writing, a line of words appeared in his mind: I will definitely regret my actions tonight.

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

A few lines of writing skills and key points of writing are marked in small characters at the bottom of the matts: horizontal, start with a light cut, follow the trend to the right, pay attention to the left low and the right high, and the long and horizontal with a slight arc...

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

Zhang Feng's WeChat bombing continues.

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

Just because I was afraid that you would find me.

Zhang Feng: Originally, I wanted to ask you if you would play golf.

What I'm afraid of is that you will find me to play ball.

Zhang Feng: What are you doing now?

Xu Sheng glanced at his copybook, and recalled three words: playing games.

Zhang Feng: Together?

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

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

Zhang Feng:  …

When Xu Sheng looked up from the copybook, it was completely dark outside the window, the hum of cicadas was faint, and the scorching wind blew through the shadows of the trees. Only then did he realize that he had practiced calligraphy for nearly an hour.

Xu Sheng threw away the pen, sat up and down with one leg bent, stepped on the edge of the seat, leaned back his neck, and subconsciously went to get the mineral water bottle on the table.

Unscrew the cap, the mouth of the bottle is just close to your mouth, before you drink it, you put it back.

More embarrassing than taking a shower is going to the bathroom.

He didn't communicate with Shao Zhan about the specific details, so he just pretended it wasn't the case, but they both reduced the frequency of drinking water in unison.When Xu Sheng thought of this, a deep sense of shame surrounded him.

He really didn't know why it was so difficult to go to school and spend time.

Xu Sheng scratched his hair, picked up his phone again, opened the browser, clicked into the Q&A category, and wanted to find out if anyone had a similar experience, but all came out asking for novel recommendations.

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

Maybe it was because he was ashamed to speak, or because he couldn't find the right angle for a while, Xu Sheng talked for a long time, and even described his handsome appearance in nonsense before cutting into the topic: I swapped bodies with one of my classmates, what do I do?

The question and answer category Xu Sheng chose was intractable diseases, and soon a doctor surnamed Li responded to this question: It is recommended to go to the hospital for examination as soon as possible.

The profile picture of a doctor surnamed Li is wearing a white coat, with a majestic and authoritative look.

Xu Sheng cheered up, it seemed that he was saved, he replied: Can you be more specific?

Doctor Li: Go to the psychiatry department as soon as possible, actively cooperate with the doctor for treatment, and wish you a speedy recovery.

"..."

Xu Sheng suddenly felt that rather than asking unreliable doctors, continuing to practice calligraphy might be a good choice.

After twenty pages of practice, Xu Sheng felt dizzy. The words that appeared in the copybook changed from familiar to unfamiliar to familiar again. While writing, he fell into deep doubts about life and society.

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

He didn't hand in his homework, he didn't take notes, and he didn't take the exams seriously.

If there is a choice in the composition, only write the "poetry" genre, because there are few characters.At one point, Gu Yanwang took him out and scolded him severely: "You think you are a poet? Ah?! What kind of poetry do you write? Just a few broken sentences of yours are considered poetry?! You are better than this even if you write off-topic in composition! High school entrance examination How did you pass the exam!"

Xu Sheng didn't think about it anymore, he shook his hands, and another thought came to his mind: Shao Zhan doesn't seem to have any friends?

Before, he only knew that this person looked cold, but he really took Shao Zhan for a day, and found that although Shao Zhan had many fans, he didn't seem to have any friends who could be called friends.

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

If there is such a No. [-] character, the two of them may discuss topics together, and meet to go to the library to cultivate their sentiments and expand their knowledge whenever they are free.He chooses death.

It's just that at the end of the day, the convenience is exhausted, but the hidden question mark is getting bigger and bigger. This person's life is only Huanggang and Wusan?Are all the gods so perverted?

After Xu Sheng took a shower, another question mark popped up.

This time he wiped the fog off the mirror. In the mirror, the boy was naked to the waist, his hair was not dried, and water was dripping down.Xu Sheng turned sideways, turned his head to look, this time the tattoo was finally closer - it was a wing that looked like a flame, and the flame pattern bloomed into the shape of a wing between the skin and bones.

Very ordinary tattoos, as ordinary as you pass by any tattoo shop and walk in the most popular one in the pattern book given to you by the shop.

It is completely two extremes with Shao Zhan's temperament of being as cold as ice.

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

Both of them thought about the same sentence before going to bed: maybe they can change it back tomorrow.

If you don't change it back, you won't be able to live this day.

The next day, Xu Sheng was woken up by a knock on the door, and he opened the door of the dormitory. Outside the door was "myself" who came to deliver schoolbags and checked twenty pages of copybooks by the way.

God obviously didn't receive their cries, except for the unidentified thunder, there was no echo.