Beyond The Outline

The desks and chairs in the classroom are messy, and the students did not tidy up before they left.

Xu Sheng's lips hurt from being bitten by him, but he did not dodge at all. Instead, he raised his hand and grabbed Shao Zhan's collar, pulling him towards him.The two kissed brazenly in the back row of the classroom.

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

Not long after, there was a sound of footsteps approaching from far to near the stairs.

Xu Sheng gradually found some skills. Even when he was squatting on the desk, his legs still looked very long, with his knees over his shoulders and a standard clothes hanger. Zhan licked his lips: "Not kissed enough."

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

"..."

Xu Sheng thought he would pull him out to avoid the teacher, but Shao Zhan didn't, and they continued to kiss in the dark.

Because after turning off the lights, the classroom blends with the night outside, and you can’t see anything in front of your eyes, and the patrolling teacher who came up from the stairs might wander to the door of Class [-] at any time. Apart from the tactile sensation on his lips, Xu Sheng also heard it. The sound of my own heartbeat.

Shao Zhan pinched his chin and asked, "Is that enough?"

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

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

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

Shao Zhan was obviously talking about something else, this "crying" was not crying in the literal sense, at most Xu Sheng's eyes turned red and he uttered a few swear words, and then he groaned and said nothing about him when he was done having fun.

"Helping" with your hands...was really tiring.

Xu Sheng let out a "tsk", refusing to admit that he was so cowardly, he jumped down with one hand on the desk, and the two slipped back to the dormitory just before the patrolling teacher swept to Class [-].

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Qiu Qiu was worried about the blackboard newspaper, so she didn't even have time for breakfast the next day, so she arrived in the classroom early, accompanied by two other members of the blackboard newspaper team.

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

Tan Kai talked about his self-confidence, but after finishing the painting, he lost all self-confidence: "Sister Qiu, I'm sorry, it's all my fault that the blackboard posters in our class are drawn like this. It's because I'm overconfident in my drawing skills, it's me... "

A few people talked and pushed open the classroom door, Tan Kai was stunned, and turned around in the second half of the sentence: "I went to the wrong class."

"What are you thinking? I wrote sophomore seven in high school. Can I make a mistake after walking for a year?" Yuan Ziqiang knocked Tan Kai away and was about to enter the classroom. Really went to the wrong class, this is not our class!"

How could there be such a beautiful blackboard newspaper in their class!

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

Immediately afterwards, I took a quick swipe in my mind and remembered the name that the boy had filled out on the registration paper yesterday, as well as that casual and flamboyant voice: "Let me do it."

She was stunned at the door of the class. The stars on the blackboard and the silhouettes piled up with various colored blocks brought a strong visual impact-compared with the painting in front of Tan Kai and the others, it was almost three years old. The level of children is not only Tan Kai, the best report on the blackboard is the sixth class next door.The chalk drawing that Class Three was so proud of could still be seen yesterday, but now that it has been compared, it is completely reduced to a foil.

After a while, Qiu Qiu said, "This is... drawn by Brother Sheng."

Tan Kai: "Do I know you?"

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

Qiu Qiu: "..."

Before the selection was made, the fact that the blackboard posters from Class [-] were fucking good-looking spread among the grades.

There is no suspense in the selection.

No. 1 in the blackboard competition: Class [-] and [-] of Senior High School.

The whole grade was shocked by this incident, especially the students in Class [-] who laughed at the blackboard report in Class [-] yesterday.

"Damn, what happened last night?"

"Seventh shift is on hold?"

"Yesterday I was still saying that Class Six would definitely win..."

The client, Xu Sheng, didn't care about the final grade at all. Since he drew too late yesterday, he stayed up for several nights for the exam and slept through the whole morning self-study.Before he got down on the ground, he saw the classmates in the front row staring at him motionlessly. Xu Sheng didn't have a good temper when he was sleepy: "Is there something wrong? I'll talk about it when I wake up."

The students in the front row turned back silently, and said in their hearts: Their class seven is indeed open, and the name of the hang is Xiaoba.

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

Shao Zhan handed him the copied notes and informed him, "No.1 in our class."

Xu Sheng let out an "oh", but there was no reaction: "It's quite normal, it's normal."

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

Xu Sheng rubbed his nose and made the art committee members cry more than once in his blackboard newspaper career: "... I said that it is very troublesome to participate in this kind of activity. If sister Qiu was scolded, I would definitely not be able to go. Are the committee members male or female? Forget about the male, how about I send a candy to the female?"

Shao Zhan was troubled by Xu Sheng's attributes as a woman's friend: "What are you going to say when you send candy?"

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

Shao Zhan: "..."

Xu Xiaoba's coaxing skills are really top-notch. If he really blocked people at the back door with a candy, and said "Let me let you next time", the literary and art committee member of the next class would be so teased that he would not be able to recover after graduation.

After Xu Sheng finished speaking, he was spreading out Shao Zhan's notes to copy, when the person next to him reached out and took the notes back.

"...Hey," Xu Sheng took the pen, tapped the pen on the table and said, "What do you mean?"

Shao Zhan didn't speak.

Xu Sheng: "Brother?"

Shao Zhan said coldly: "It's useless to call me brother, the notes are on the blackboard, I look up and copy them myself."

Xu Sheng put down his pen, he had no choice but to boast directly: "The words on the blackboard are not as good-looking as yours."

"Fuck, I won't give it away," Xu Sheng quickly realized after finishing speaking, he tugged at the corner of Shao Zhan's clothes, "Is it okay if I don't give it away, I'm just kidding."

The blackboard poster painted by Xu Sheng was circulated in the school post bar at first, but in the end it was posted on the online platform by someone, and it attracted a lot of likes and a big tag: blackboard poster of other classes.

Meng Guowei knew about the crying of the art committee member of the sixth class. Not only was the whole grade shocked by the strength of their seventh class, but Meng Guowei himself was also quite shocked: "Xu Sheng in our class still has such amazing strength? Why didn't I know?" ?”

Meng Guowei: "I'm ready for the blackboard newspaper in my class to count down."

Tan Kai’s third prize for crayon drawing in kindergarten was really disappointing. Meng Guowei had watched the blackboard newspaper of class seven at first, and thought about what kind of grades the class would get this time. After just one glance, he was disheartened: Forget it, learning is still the most important thing. Things like blackboard newspapers are just floating clouds.

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

Relying on his keen senses, the tone of the woman's calls these two times was different from the previous ones. When talking about Xu Sheng, she even shifted her focus. She never asked Xu Sheng if he did anything unrelated to school at school like before. .

Xu Yaping: "Hello, teacher."

Xu Yaping had a tutoring session about art exams with Aunt Kang, and she also knew that if Xu Sheng's level was honestly brought up in cultural subjects, he would be fine in any school, which was something she never expected.

When she figured it out through "Xu Zhan", when she let Xu Sheng do what she liked, she didn't think so much, and she didn't expect him to have such good grades.

After letting go of her hand, she got the gift that fate gave her.He was even more apprehensive about how much Xu Sheng would have missed if he hadn't let go.

Xu Yaping explained her purpose: "That's right, Xu Sheng plans to take the art test..."

Meng Guowei: "?" What is the test of art?

Xu Yaping: "Isn't it going to be the third year of high school soon? I wanted to tell you in advance that in the third year of high school, he had to go to the studio to participate in training, and he couldn't come to school to attend classes. The situation is quite special..."

One month before the art entrance exam is called the "training period".Candidates need to put aside cultural classes and go to the studio to participate in intensive training to prepare for the exam, practice intensively, improve their hand feel and technical level, so as to perform at their best in the joint exam.

Meng Guowei had heard of the training camp, because the Liyang No. [-] Middle School next door did this, and he had heard of the process of the art entrance examination, but they had never had art students in Linjiang!

Not to mention the past few years, even if we push it forward, we can't find one since the day the school was founded!

After a brief shock, Meng Guowei quickly regained his expressive ability and said, "I know, this, this situation is really special."

So special.

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

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

"There's nothing wrong with it, like a sudden change of person."

"Or suddenly say something inexplicable."

"..."

Meng Guowei had just digested the fact that they were going to have their first art student in Linjiang when he heard these words.

It sounds so much like psychosis.

Xu Sheng is quite normal.

Are mothers caring about their children to this extent now?Meng Guowei thought blankly.

After the blackboard incident, the news that Xu Sheng was going to take the joint art exam quickly spread throughout the office: Linjiang was about to welcome the first art student since the school was founded.

There have been many discussions, and there are also voices of doubt in the discussions.

"Teacher Yang," a teacher in the office of another classroom said to the chemistry substitute teacher of Class [-], "Xu Sheng is from the class you are substituting for, right? I heard that he is going to leave art. I’ve never been an art student before.”

Teacher Yang didn't like Xu Sheng in the first place, and even if Xu Sheng's study attitude improved this semester, he couldn't change this.

She was even more prejudiced against Xu Sheng's pursuit of "art" in her heart, and she chuckled lightly: "I want to take a shortcut. Although his score has improved a little now, he must go to a good school seriously. almost impossible."

In addition to the teachers discussing, there are also discussions in the corridors of the teaching building where people come and go.

When it was time for exercise, everyone else had already gone to the playground. A few students from Class [-] who were late got together and walked towards the stairs while talking.One of them said unconvinced:

"Art students have low cultural requirements. According to the algorithm, the same school can get in even if their cultural scores are much lower than ours..."

"Fuck, is it so cool?"

"We've worked so hard to review, can they still get lower marks for drawing?"

The students in class [-] were in a situation where they were going to win, but they were cut off by class [-]. Even if Xu Sheng is a school bully, it doesn't stop them from gossiping behind their backs: "I think Xu Sheng, if the scores like this are not enough, you can buy a school and go to school. No--"

Their words came to an abrupt end.

In front of them, a cold young man happened to come down the stairs, holding a thin exercise book in his hand, and when he was writing the questions, he folded up his sleeves, revealing his thin wrists.

This master has a title on his body, and anyone who sees him will be convinced and shout: "God of Learning."

Shao Zhan was called by the teacher to correct the questions alone. When he passed by the people in Class [-], 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.

It's freezing cold.

Even if Shao Zhan had the halo of a god of learning in their eyes, the so-called halo of a god of learning could not suppress the cold eyes of the young man in front of him. Just standing in front of him gave people a sense of oppression that could not be breathed. When there was no response, he seemed impatient: "Can't understand people's words? How did you say it? Say it again."