The desks and chairs in the classroom are messy, and the students did not tidy them up before they left.
Xu Sheng's lips hurt from his bite, but he didn't dodge at all. Instead, he raised his hand and grabbed Shao Zhan's collar, pulling him towards him. 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 to near at the entrance of the stairs.
Xu Sheng gradually found some skills. Even when he was squatting on the desk, his legs were still very long, his knees were over his shoulders, and he was a standard clothes hanger. Zhan licked his lips: "Not enough kisses."
The two were in the back row of the classroom, and when Shao Zhan raised his hand, he could touch the light switch on the side of the blackboard, 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 the classroom and the night outside blended together after the lights were turned off, and nothing could be seen in front of him, and the patrol teacher who came up from the stairway might sway to the door of Class 7. Xu Sheng heard the touch on his lips. own heartbeat.
After Shao Zhan pinched his chin, he asked, "Is it enough?"
It's quite 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 should I do if it's not enough, go back and continue?"
Shao Zhan pulled up the hat behind him and put it on his head: "Don't cry and say stop."
What Shao Zhan said was obviously another thing. This "crying" was not crying in the literal sense. At most, Xu Sheng would blushed a few swear words at the end of his eyes, and then hummed and didn't want to care about him after he was finished.
"Helping" with your hands...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 in time for the patrol teacher to sweep the seventh class.
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Qiu Qiu couldn't worry about the blackboard newspaper. The next day, she didn't even bother to eat breakfast. She arrived in the classroom early, and there were two other members of the blackboard newspaper team with her.
Yuan Ziqiang: "Sister Qiu, don't blame yourself, it's mine."
Tan Kai said with confidence, but he lost all confidence after the painting: "Sister Qiu, I'm sorry, it's all my fault that our class's blackboard newspaper is painted like this. It's my overconfidence in my painting skills, it's me..."
A few people said and pushed open the classroom door, but 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 the second and seventh year of high school, can I go wrong after a year's journey?" Yuan Ziqiang bumped away from Tan Kai and was about to enter the classroom. Just after he finished speaking, he abruptly withdrew, "Fuck, I really took the wrong class, this is not our class!"
Where can there be such a beautiful blackboard newspaper in their class!
Qiu Qiu's first reaction was also: This is not the seventh class.
Immediately after that, I slowly remembered the name that the boy had filled out on the registration form yesterday, and the casual and flamboyant voice: "I'll come."
She was stunned at the door of the class. The stars on the blackboard and the figures piled up with various color blocks brought a strong visual impact. Compared with the painting in front of Tan Kai and the others, it was like a three-year-old child. The level, not only Tan Kai, the best report on the blackboard is the sixth class next door. The chalk drawing that Class 3 was proud of at first could still be seen yesterday, but now that there is a comparison, it is completely reduced to a foil.
After a while, Qiu Qiu said, "This is... painted by Brother Sheng."
Tan Kai: "Do I know him?"
Yuan Ziqiang: "Who?! Are there any other Sheng brothers in our class?"
Qiu Qiu: "..."
Before the selection, the fact that the blackboard newspapers from Class 7 were so damn good-looking spread in the grades.
There is no doubt about the selection.
The first place in the evaluation of the blackboard newspaper: the second and seventh class of high school.
The whole grade was shocked by this incident, especially the class 6 classmates who laughed at the blackboard report of class 7 yesterday.
"Damn, what happened last night?"
"The seventh shift is on and off?"
"Yesterday I was still saying that Class 6 would definitely win..."
The client, Xu Sheng, didn't care about the final grade at all. Because he painted too late yesterday, he stayed up for several nights for the exam, and slept for a whole period of early self-study. Before he lay down, he saw his classmates in the front row staring at him motionlessly. Xu Sheng's temper was not particularly good when he was sleepy: "Is there something? I'll talk about it when I wake up."
The classmates in the front row silently turned around and said in their hearts: their seventh class has indeed opened a hang-up, and the name of this hang-up is school bully.
When Xu Sheng woke up, half of the first chemistry class had passed, and the selection of the blackboard newspaper before class had already ended.
Shao Zhan gave him the notes he had copied, and informed him by the way, "First place in our class."
Xu Sheng made an "oh", but didn't respond: "It's quite normal, it's normal."
Shao Zhan continued to notify, and said without emotion: "Qiu Qiu said thank you, and the literary and art committee members of the next class cried."
Xu Sheng touched his nose and made the literary and art committee members cry more than once in his blackboard newspaper career: "...I just said that participating in this kind of activity is very troublesome. Men and women? Forget about the men, if I want the women, I'll give you a candy?"
Shao Zhan was troubled by the attributes of Xu Sheng, 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 remark: "Let me let you next time?"
Shao Zhan: "..."
Xu Xiaoba's skills in coaxing people are really top-notch. If he really blocks people at the back door with a piece of sugar, and leaves a sentence "I'll let you next time", the literary and art committee members of the next class can be teased until graduation.
After Xu Sheng finished speaking, he was unfolding Shao Zhan's notes and intending to copy them. The man beside him stretched out his hand and took the notes back directly.
"...Hey," Xu Sheng said while holding the pen, tapped on the table with the barrel, "a few meanings."
Shao Zhan did not speak.
Xu Sheng: "Brother?"
Shao Zhan said coldly, "It's useless to call you brother. The notes are on the blackboard, so look up and copy them yourself."
Xu Sheng put down his pen and had no choice but to praise: "The words on the blackboard are not as beautiful as yours."
"Fuck, don't give it away," Xu Sheng quickly reacted after saying that, he tugged at the corner of Shao Zhan's shirt, "It's okay if you don't give it away, I'm just kidding."
The blackboard newspaper drawn by Xu Sheng was first circulated in the school's post bar, and finally it was not known who spread it on the online platform, attracting a wave of likes and a big tag: the blackboard newspaper of other people's classes.
Meng Guowei knew about the crying of the sixth class literary and art committee members. Not only the whole grade was shocked by the strength of their seventh class, but Meng Guowei himself was also quite shocked: "Our class Xu Sheng still has such amazing strength? Why don't I know? ?"
Meng Guowei: "I'm ready to count down the blackboard newspaper in our class."
The level of Tan Kai's third prize in kindergarten crayon painting is really disappointing. Meng Guowei watched the blackboard newspaper of Class 7 at first, and also thought about what kind of grades this class would get. Just one glance, he was disheartened: Forget it, still focus on learning, blackboard reports are all floating clouds.
Meng Guowei was surprised when he received a call from Xu Sheng's mother within two weeks.
With his keen sense, the two calls made by the woman were different from the previous ones. When talking about Xu Sheng, even the focus was crooked, and he never asked Xu Sheng if he did anything in school that had nothing to do with his studies as before. .
Xu Yaping: "Hello, teacher."
Xu Yaping tutored the knowledge about art exams at Aunt Kang's, and knew that if Xu Sheng's level was brought up to the culture class, there would be no problem in any school, which she never expected.
When she first wanted to understand through "Xu Zhan", 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 of her hand, she got the gift that fate gave her. He was even more afraid that if he hadn't let go, how much Xu Sheng would have missed.
Xu Yaping explained her intention: "That's it, Xu Sheng plans to take the art exam..."
Meng Guowei: "?" What is the art test
Xu Yaping: "Isn't it about to be the third year of senior year? I thought to tell you in advance that he had to go to the studio for training in the third year of high school, and he couldn't come to the school for classes. The situation is quite special..."
One month before the joint art entrance examination is called the "training period". Candidates need to leave the cultural class and go to the studio to participate in the training and preparation, intensive practice, and improve their hand feel and technical level in order to play the best level in the joint entrance examination.
Meng Guowei had heard of the training camp, because Liyang No. 2 Middle School next door did this. He had heard of the process of the joint art entrance examination more or less, but they had never had an art student in Linjiang!
Not to mention in recent years, even if you push it forward, you can't find one since the day the school was founded!
After a brief shock, Meng Guowei quickly regained his ability to express himself and said, "I see, this, this situation is indeed 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 questions before hanging up: "Is Xu Sheng's mental state okay recently?"
"There's nothing wrong with it, like suddenly it's like a different person."
"Or suddenly say something inexplicable."
"… "
Meng Guowei heard these words just as he digested and played that they were going to have the first art student in Linjiang.
It sounds so and so like mental illness.
Xu Sheng is quite normal.
Do mothers care so much about their children now? Meng Guowei thought blankly.
Following the blackboard newspaper incident, the news that Xu Sheng was going to participate in the joint art entrance examination quickly spread throughout the office: they were about to welcome the first art student since the establishment of the school in Linjiang.
There have been many discussions, and doubts have arisen in the discussions.
"Mr. Yang," in the office of another classroom, a teacher said to the substitute chemistry teacher in class 7, "Xu Sheng is from the class you replaced, right? I heard that he is going to go to art, which is really amazing, our school still There has never 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, it cannot change this.
She was even more prejudiced against Xu Sheng taking "art" in her heart, she chuckled lightly: "If you want to take a shortcut, although his score has improved a bit now, he needs to go to a good school seriously. almost impossible."
In addition to the teachers discussing, there are also discussions in the corridors where people come and go in the teaching building.
When it was time to go out to the gym, everyone else had already gone to the playground. Several late classmates from Class 6 gathered together and walked towards the stairs while talking. One of them said in disbelief:
"Art students have low requirements for cultural courses. According to the algorithm, in the same school, even if the cultural course scores are much lower than ours, they can enter..."
"Fuck, is it so cool?"
"We've worked so hard to review, and they can still drop marks for drawing?"
The students in Class 6 were originally going to win, but they were cut off by Class 7. Even if Xu Sheng was a school bully, it would not prevent them from talking behind their backs: "I think Xu Sheng, if the scores are not enough, buy a school and go to school. Do not-"
At this point, their words stopped abruptly.
In front of them, the cold boy just came down the stairs. He was holding a thin workbook in his hand. When he was writing the questions, he folded his sleeves up, revealing his thin wrists.
This grandfather has a title on his body, and anyone who sees him will be convinced and shout: "Student God."
Shao Zhan was called by the teacher to change the question by himself. When he passed the people in Class 6, he did not pass by directly, but stopped in front of one of them.
"What did you just say?"
The tone is really not good.
Chilled.
Even if Shao Zhan had the aura of a scholar in their eyes, the so-called aura of a scholar at the moment couldn't hold back the cold brows of the young man in front of him. Just standing in front of him gave people a sense of oppression that he couldn't breathe. When he didn't get a response, he seemed impatient: "Can't understand people's words? How do you say it, say it again."