The Chinese teacher in Class 7 was Lao Meng. Meng Guowei brought a stack of practice papers into the class and put the papers on the table: "Class is over, put away everything that should be collected."
He glanced at the audience, paused in the last row, and found that Xu Sheng and Shao Zhan had really changed their positions.
Meng Guowei: "The arrangement of this class is like this. We will finish the ancient poems that were not finished in the last class first, and then I will carefully prepare a few ancient poems for you to appreciate. If there is time, we will talk about it together..."
Language classes are always boring.
Meng Guowei was particularly serious in class, racing against time and only talking about knowledge points. For a poor student like Xu Sheng, who can barely get up and listen for a while only when the teacher strays from the topic and tells jokes in class, taking this kind of class is simply torment.
At first, he forced his eyelids to listen to Meng Guowei's "themes" and "artistic techniques", but he couldn't hear anything after hearing it.
Shao Zhanqu finger tapped on his desk, knocked him up, and reminded: "Listen to the class and take notes."
Xu Sheng grabbed his hair and finally opened his eyes. Based on the principle that you can't live without me being so miserable, he took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket and reminded him, "Don't look up at the blackboard. I never go to class in class. Look at the blackboard, sleep, play games, choose one of the two."
"… "
Xu Sheng threw the phone in front of Shao Zhan: "Find one you want to play in the game category."
Although the two have changed their bodies, their dormitories, mobile phones, and other personal things have not been changed for the time being.
No one knows when this situation will end. People are very good at subconsciously giving themselves some hope. Both of them feel that this situation should not last long.
The phone does not need a password, and Shao Zhan can unlock it directly with his fingerprint.
He opened the screen lock of Xu Sheng's mobile phone, and he didn't have time to find the game category, but was attracted by a very special mobile phone screen.
It's a street view sketch.
The whole painting is a street scene, street lights, and corner storefronts. In the store, facing away from the door, there are two clerks talking to customers, but these are only drawn with a few strokes. Instead, the most inked is a squinting cat sleeping under the street lamp in the corner.
The cat's dozing look is unusually well-behaved, with its claws gathered and its tail curled up.
The other parts were lightly smeared with a pencil, creating a feeling of darkness, with only a circle of light under the street lamps. Then the line extends to the other side and becomes unusually empty.
The painting is heavily artificial and does not look like a picture on the Internet.
And the pixel is not high, the effect of the mobile phone is not good, and the painting is slightly blurred and gray.
Seeing that he didn't respond for a long time, Xu Sheng copied the gist according to the blackboard, turned his pen and turned his head and said, "...don't tell me you've grown up and never played games."
After Xu Sheng finished speaking, he felt that there was a possibility. He was so bored in class that he suddenly became interested: "Well, I'll teach you."
Shao Zhan swiped over a page and clicked into the game category: "Turn your head back."
Xu Sheng shrugged, holding the pen and turning around again. Meng Guowei was scrolling the textbook with one hand and wrote on the blackboard: "So what I just said was only its superficial meaning, and its deep meaning..."
There is nothing else in Xu Sheng's mobile phone, there are a lot of games, from Xiao Xiao Le Dou Landlord to King Glory, only you can't imagine that he has not played.
Shao Zhan was too lazy to pick one, so he just clicked on one.
Just launched, and the game has not yet been found, a friend with an ID called "Kangfeng Langdie" tweeted a few messages.
Kuangfeng Langdie: Boss, you and the school god. You two, at the same table
Kuangfeng Langdie: If you are kidnapped, just blink.
Kuangfeng Langdie: You told me about people like him a few days ago...
After all, it was someone else's game account. Shao Zhan wanted to ignore it, but when the words "people like him" came out, Shao Zhan paused again.
S:
Xu Sheng's game account name is very simple, just one letter.
After this question mark was sent, it took half a minute before a long series of words came from the other side.
Kuangfeng Langdie: It's sanctimonious, devoid of conscience, and dehumanized. It's just a lunatic. Let me think about it again. Oh, there is another word, beasts are not as good as animals.
"Kangfeng Langdie is Zhang Feng," Xu Sheng just remembered, as soon as he goes online, Zhang Feng will probably come to him, "The first class, he may come to me, anyway, no matter what he says about you Just reply oh."
Xu Sheng said, and sure enough, out of the corner of the light, he saw the words Kuangfeng Langdie hung on the screen in a row: "What did he post?"
Shao Zhan turned the screen of his phone to face him.
Xu Sheng: "..."
Shao Zhan seemed to sneer. The word sneer was inappropriate because cold accounted for 99.9% of the total: "With such a low score in the Chinese test, I can use idioms quite well."
Xu Sheng froze, turned his head consciously, and continued listening to the lecture.
Zhang Feng sold Xu Sheng without knowing it.
He watched "Xu Sheng" play a game by himself in the first class and was very confused without taking him to play.
Zhang Feng actually had respect for the student gods before. After all, his grades were so good and he was commonly known as Defying the Heavens.
But Xu Sheng, after being reviewed and disciplined everywhere, was so annoyed with Shao Zhan that he was annoyed when he heard Zhang Feng reciting the words "Study God": "Do you want a brother or a god?"
Zhang Feng slapped his thigh: "Of course it's brother!"
While Shao Zhan was playing the game, Meng Guowei had already pulled down his little curly hair.
Xu Sheng opened the test paper and looked down at the first question.
Xu Shengxin said that it was not difficult to play "Shao Zhan" in the Chinese class. After all, everyone could understand Chinese characters. No matter what, he just listened to half of the class.
A few basic points of knowledge are still known.
Xu Sheng started writing the first question with confidence.
"Wrong." Shao Zhan said suddenly halfway through the game.
"Which question is wrong?" Xu Sheng raised his head.
"You should ask, which question is right for you."
"… "
Xu Sheng didn't know where Shao Zhan came from, but he could still watch him solve problems while playing games: "I can't get any of these questions right?"
Xu Sheng once again faced the creature like the God of Learning.
It is true that Shao Zhan does not play games very often, but after the first round, he knows about the basic operations and skills. From the second round, he has the appearance of an old player. Compared with Zhang Feng who has been playing for a year, he is still a rookie. , the comparison is horrific.
The most extreme thing is that he can really play and read questions at the same time.
Shao Zhan said a sentence, Xu Sheng wrote a sentence, and the small half of the test paper was quickly completed.
There were less than five minutes left until the end of get out of class.
Meng Guowei basically did not accept the papers given in class, which were equivalent to after-class exercises, so the two of them never considered waiting for Shao Zhan to finish writing one and then exchange the papers.
However, Meng Guowei was probably in a good mood today, and he began to play with the projector on the podium: "It's too late, I'll put the correct answer on the blackboard for everyone, you can just correct it, these questions are not difficult."
Xu Sheng has completed the task of this class, he leaned back, squinted to look at the curtain on the blackboard, waiting for the get out of class to end.
As a result, Meng Guowei said in the next second, "Shao Zhan, bring up your paper."
The classmates in the class heard that what was going to be projected was the answer sheet of the God of Learning, and immediately sat up straight, with the same expression as Gao Zhibo, who was only across the aisle.
"… "
Xu Sheng never thought that the correct answer in Meng Guowei's mouth meant this.
Shao Zhan couldn't play the game in his hand, so he just pressed quit.
Meng Guowei finished playing with the projector, then walked off the stage with a smile: "Come on, show it to everyone."
Meng Guowei wanted to directly take the test paper that Xu Sheng put on the table.
Take a swipe, don't take it away.
Xu Sheng pressed the test paper, he secretly glanced at the words on his test paper, the words were wild, scribbled, and full of wildness. In an instant, he even had the heart to swallow the test paper in one breath.
Meng Guowei pumped harder, and the opponent pressed harder.
Meng Guowei tried to draw again.
"Teacher," in a hurry, Xu Sheng didn't know what thoughts flashed through his mind. He suddenly patted the table and said, "Should you give other students a chance to show themselves?"
Meng Guowei was taken aback by him.
"Standard answers are important, but I think you should focus on the areas that are more likely to make mistakes when everyone is doing the questions," Xu Sheng took advantage of Meng Guowei's shaken belief, and finally pulled the test paper back from Meng Guowei's palm, he continued, "… Knowing where the students are losing points and strengthening their training is the real help for them.”
It makes sense!
Meng Guowei seemed to have been struck by a bolt of lightning and fell into deep thinking.
He usually likes to show everyone Shao Zhan's standard answer, but is the standard answer really that important? !
Xu Sheng chased after the victory: "Gao Zhibo told me before that he has always wanted to show his work, but he has no chance."
Meng Guowei pondered for a while, and really turned around: "Gao Zhibo, teacher didn't expect you to have such a heart."
Meng Guowei stretched out his hand: "Come on, give me your paper."
Gao Zhibo, who has never said this: "...?"
Shao Zhan's mood every day is to be severely hung up, and then fall back under Xu Sheng's unexpected extreme operations.
Except for some minor accidents in the Chinese class, both Xu Sheng and Shao Zhan had experience in the following classes. Regardless of whether the homework was accepted or not, Shao Zhan wrote the inscription for him in advance.
In addition, the school has just started, and several cultural courses are basically teaching the basic content according to the textbook. Shao Zhan knows everything, these newly learned knowledge points are too basic, and the teacher hardly asks him to answer questions.
Finally made it to school - Xu Sheng had never felt so tired from school, he didn't need Shao Zhan's reminder, he didn't want to run outside the school anymore.
There were several unread messages from Zhang Feng on the phone.
The message time is still in class during the day.
Zhang Feng: Why don't you take me when you play games
Zhang Feng: I invite you and you reject me?
Xu Sheng was lying on the bed and didn't know how to explain it. He was about to say a few words and perfunctory, when the door of the dormitory was knocked twice. It should be Shao Zhan who came to get his homework.
Shao Zhan really came to get his homework. He didn't enter the door, but stood at the door and said, "Give me the homework."
"It's all here," Xu Chengcheng said as he opened the door, carrying the schoolbag on the desk, leaning against the door frame, "I don't know which door is which, anyway, the ones sent are stuffed in."
As Xu Sheng said, he noticed that Shao Zhan still had a bag of things in his hand.
He didn't have time to ask what he was taking, and the next second, Shao Zhan threw the bag directly to him.
"Start practicing tonight," Shao Zhan said in a "non-negotiable" tone, "Practice twenty pages a day, and I'll check it tomorrow morning."
Xu Sheng was stunned by his throw: "Fuck, what is this?"
He bowed his head after scolding, and through the plastic bag, a line of words hit the eye: Do you want to practice good handwriting in 30 days? Are you still troubled by not getting roll noodles
This copybook is vigorous and powerful, the teaching design is reasonable, and the connotation and professional details explain the stroke steps for students to practice step by step.
Xu Sheng looked up two inches.
The title is: "30-day quick-running script copybook".