Beyond The Outline

Shao Zhan.

Xu Sheng heard this name no less than six times a day.

When the teachers of each subject entered the door, they just said, "Guess who is the first in the grade this time, forget it, there is no need to guess, there is no suspense, but I still have to say, Shao Zhan pulled the second in the grade by more than 20 points this time."

Then I sent down the high-scoring test papers that I had copied more than 30 copies: "Look at their problem-solving ideas, and then look at you."

It turned out that Xu Sheng didn't know which Shao was occupied, and the test paper was passed from the front of the row. He reached out to take it, intending to throw it aside, and accidentally saw the handwriting on the copy paper.

It's not that he wants to read it, the word "main" is written so hard for people to ignore it.

The strokes are strong and the writing is a bit sloppy. Xu Sheng himself is also a "cursive script" writer, but this scribble is very level at first glance, which is different from his random sketches.

Some students have already started bragging: "The word Xueshen... Even if I practice copybooks for ten years, I can't write like this. Is this a word that can be written by a human being?"

"Young poor," the teacher looked at Xu Sheng when he spoke, "I don't expect you to be able to write like this, I just hope that some students in our class can write the words so that people can understand them, and forget the questions. I can’t even get face points.”

Xu Sheng, who couldn't get the paper score, folded the paper and stuffed it into the belly of the table.

Xu Sheng's campus life has always been unpretentious and boring.

Sleeping, playing games, and standing in the hallway.

There is no fourth possibility.

In the last biology class in the afternoon, the teacher asked him to get up to answer questions.

Xu Sheng threw the phone into the belly of the table, and stood up slowly: "Teacher, I didn't hear you clearly, can you say it again?"

The biology teacher looked at the student sitting in the corner and playing with his mobile phone for most of the class as if no one else was there. He was already full of anger, and now he turned cold: "It's in the book, do you know which page we are talking about now? "The biology teacher held back his breath and pointed out the way for him, "Page [-]."

Xu Sheng flipped through a few pages of an English book: "Choose words to fill in the blanks?"

"..."

The whole class fell silent.

"Ah," Xu Sheng realized something from the deathly silence, "Isn't this an English class?"

Two minutes later, Xu Sheng walked outside the classroom with his mobile phone and a power bank that he had brought along from his deskmate. He stood with his back against the railing, and passed the open classroom door to indirectly meet with the students from the sixth class next door. .

The phone vibrated twice.

It was a message from Zhang Feng.

- Boss, what about standing still?

-roll.

-I thought that we would not be able to see you often because we were separated by such a long distance, but it turned out that I could see your heroic appearance almost every class when I looked up and looked out of the corridor.

- You also come out and stand for a while, so you can see me better.

- There's no need... I'll just wave my hand at you to mean it, can you see it?

Xu Sheng raised his eyes, and when he saw the place near the window at the end of the corridor, he really stretched out a hand.

He lowered his head again and replied: Fuck, are you an idiot.

Zhang Feng asked again: Do you want to go to the Internet cafe at night?old place?

Xu Sheng didn't reply in time, he quit the chat box, there was someone lying quietly in the recent contact list, the note was "Mom".

The message was received two days ago.

[Mom]: Are you at school yet?

[Mom]: If you are not willing to let you live at home, take classes well, and I will not care about you. If you really can’t learn, you can graduate from the head office smoothly.

[Mom]: You are a sophomore in high school. You are not asked to study for me. What are you going to do in the future? !

Xu Sheng looked at it twice, his expression didn't fluctuate, and then he replied "OK" to Zhang Feng.

After returning, he stuffed the phone back into his trouser pocket, moved his fingers, and inadvertently pressed his index finger on the second joint of his thumb, making a "click".

The biology teacher was writing on the blackboard, and accidentally glanced outside, and found that the boys in the corridor were not standing upright, leaning on the railing as if they had no bones, so they frowned and looked away.

Jingle Bell--

The school bell rang.

The biology teacher put down the chalk: "Okay, let's leave the get out of class. I asked the class representative to take pictures of the additional questions in the group... and the one outside, come in." The biology teacher said this, and looked at the corridor again.

The corridor is empty, and there are no people there.Xu Sheng had already choked the bell and consciously dismissed get out of class.

There is an old-fashioned residential area near the school. The winding alleys with white walls and gray tiles have developed into a commercial street. There are jewelry stores, snack shops... There is also a black Internet cafe where you can surf the Internet without an ID card.

The Internet cafe is hidden, you can enter from the back door of the small restaurant, go up to the second floor, and open the glass door.

Xu Sheng is a frequent visitor to that Internet cafe.

Zhang Feng doesn't live on campus, when he packed his schoolbag and rushed over with a few brothers, Xu Sheng had already occupied the machine in the farthest corner.This old man doesn't play games either. He wears headphones and stands on the edge of the chair with one leg bent, curled up watching a movie.

"What, why is there no plot?" Zhang Feng paid the money, threw his schoolbag on the ground casually, and leaned over to look at Xu Sheng's computer screen during the booting process. After a long time, he found that he couldn't understand it, so he had to turn to the title instead. , "...The power of BBC art, fuck it, documentaries?"

Xu Sheng held the mouse with one hand and dragged the progress bar.

Zhang Feng questioned his soul: "Are you just watching this in an Internet cafe? Why don't you just watch the news broadcast?"

Xu Sheng didn't look like he was watching a documentary very seriously. He raised his hand and moved the earphones back a little so that he could listen to Zhang Feng's words: "The news broadcast is seven o'clock, and it hasn't started yet."

Zhang Feng: "..."

Xu Sheng turned off the documentary: "I'm just kidding, let's play the game."

Xu Sheng played a few games with them, during which Zhang Feng answered the phone, his mother scolded for a while on the other end of the phone, "You are going to die, what time is it and you still don't go home", Zhang Feng opened his eyes and said nonsense: "I have a few questions that I don't understand, so I will stay here and ask my classmates..."

Zhang Feng's mother didn't believe her child's nonsense at all: "You fart! Is your classmate next to you? Why didn't I hear anyone give a lecture?"

Zhang Feng had no way out, so he turned his eyes to Xu Sheng for help.

Xu Sheng cooperated with him while typing on the keyboard, and said in a dignified way: "This question is actually quite simple."

Zhang Feng's eyes signaled him to "trick you more if you can".

Xu Sheng: "I told you to write."

Xu Sheng pretended to be like that, and the ending protracted for half a beat: "'Xie', colon."

Zhang Feng: "..."

"And then?" Zhang Feng waited for a long time but couldn't wait for the next sentence, "...you talk more."

Xu Sheng: "Then you can look at the next question."

"........."

Fortunately, Zhang Feng's mother couldn't hear exactly what Xu Sheng said through the phone: "Then you come back early after talking about the topic with your classmates. Mom made your favorite braised pork."

Zhang Feng was so urged that he couldn't procrastinate any longer. Before he got off the plane with his schoolbag on his back, he yelled in his heart: He can't ask anyone for help. I'm afraid even the network administrator of the black Internet cafe is more thorough in high school knowledge than the person next to him!

Zhang Feng hung up the phone: "Boss, you can talk about the topic in just one click."

After Xu Sheng cleared the line of troops, he said, "You're welcome."

"Then I'll go back first," Zhang Feng said before leaving, "Don't be too late, school has just started, it's not good to be caught."

Xu Sheng unscrewed the mineral water bottle beside him, and responded with an extremely perfunctory answer.

"Go back," Xu Sheng said, "They can't catch me."

Xu Sheng soaked in the Internet cafe until dark. After seeing the end of the BBC documentary, he was a little tired. He looked back, took off his earphones, and planned to go to the front desk to buy something to eat.

Apart from instant noodles, there were some duck legs and chicken feet at the front desk. Xu Sheng glanced at it, but he really didn't have any appetite, so he just took a mint candy from the side.

After buying one, I took one out and bit my mouth, opened the door and went to the stairwell to get some breath.

After taking two steps, there was a "bang" sound from the pile of debris in the stairwell.

"It's just that little money?"

"Tomorrow's breakfast money is here too, it's really gone..." It was a boy with a submissive voice.

boom--!

The sound of kicking things over again.

"I told you that this time you don't make enough two hundred, so don't blame us for being rude." The voice of the kicker was hoarse, "Are you looking for a beating?"

This kind of black Internet cafe is a high-risk area.

It is not uncommon for this kind of thing to happen.

The candy in Xu Sheng's mouth was extremely cold. He leaned against the wall and listened for a while, bit the candy into pieces, and then casually walked towards the pile of groceries.

There were four people standing in the circle surrounded by groceries. They were dyed with ancestral yellow hair and didn't wear school uniforms. They should not be students of No. [-] Middle School. The gray-blue school uniform on the surrounded one was very conspicuous.

"I'm sorry, let me go, I will give it to you tomorrow, tomorrow..."

After counting the more than 100 yuan in their hands, the four yellow hairs looked at each other and laughed: "Tomorrow? Tomorrow will not be the same amount."

They didn't laugh for long, because as soon as they finished speaking, the person holding the money was patted on the shoulder from behind.

"—Who?!"

"It doesn't matter who I am," Xu Sheng stepped forward, and put his hand on the man's shoulder, just like the two brothers, but the words that came out of his mouth were completely different, "You two are too noisy."

The delinquent boy with the money turned his head and was stunned when he saw Xu Sheng.

In all fairness, although Xu Sheng is notorious, but with this face, he can still win a lot of heads in school.

Black T-shirt, dark blue jeans, earrings.

Except for this set of attire that doesn't look like a serious student at first glance, Xu Sheng's eyebrows and eyes are exquisite and sharp, and the tails of his eyes are slightly raised, looking absent-minded, but there is still a bit of wildness in his eyes that can't be hidden by anyone who looks at him. I think this looks like a bad student who is often posted with punishment notices.

Most importantly, it looks more like they are here to grab money than they are.

"You..." The delinquent boy who took the money was overwhelmed by his posture, choked up and said, "Are you also here to steal the money?"

Xu Sheng smiled: "It can be understood in this way."

Xu Sheng put down his hands on his shoulders, moved his wrists, and asked casually, "How much have you taken from him one after another? Do you want to wait for me to do it, or do you take it yourself."

Bad boy: "..."

Those four yellow hairs were scared away.

Originally only sixteen or seventeen years old, when he came out to frighten people casually, he only picked soft persimmons, and when he met someone who looked harder than them, he didn't dare to be arrogant.

Not caring about anything, he just took out all the money he could get out of his pocket and threw it on the ground, said "I'm sorry, brother, I didn't know this was your territory" and ran down the stairs.

Xu Sheng bent down to pick up the money scattered on the ground, folded it neatly and knelt down.

The one in the No. [-] Middle School uniform was still sitting on the ground and shivering. Seeing Xu Sheng squatting down, his first reaction was: "I'm really out of money, I'm really out of money..." TAT.

Xu Sheng: "..."

Do I look that much like a money grabber?

Xu Sheng didn't say anything, just put the stack of money into his hand, got up and walked back, pushed open the door of the Internet cafe, and then said: "Don't come to this kind of place in the future."

Xu Sheng stayed in the Internet cafe until almost nine o'clock before getting off the plane.

It was dark outside, and the street lamps on both sides of the road stretched out along the street.

The school locks the school gate at 06:30, and the dormitory building is open until ten o'clock, but it is useless to enter the school, even if it is open until dawn.

Xu Sheng walked around to the back gate of the school familiarly.

The back door of the school is next to the dormitory building, which is closed all the year round. A thick iron chain is tied to the rusty iron gate. The whole wall just surrounds the male dormitory building. The one closest to the wall is for the second graders. The orientation is almost opposite to the rear door.

He stepped on the stones under the wall, supported the wall and climbed up.The boy is tall and has long legs, he can roll over effortlessly, his back is bent and stretched out in an arc, he let go of his hand, one leg swings down, and he is about to jump down——

But I saw a person walking across the road.

The man was tall, with a schoolbag on one shoulder, and the cuffs of his school uniform rolled up, revealing half of his wrist.The gray-blue school uniform that was ranked third from the bottom in the school uniform of the whole district was worn on him, and there was nothing different about it.

It was too far away to see the appearance clearly, and when people walked under the streetlight, Xu Sheng discovered a more important problem.

He cursed in a low voice.

Hold.

Good luck.

His impeccable record of overcoming the wall and leaving school was destroyed today.