Xu Sheng freed one hand, carried the bag with one hand, and turned over the following books: "No Bad Characters: A Quick Course in Xingkai", "Characters Like People: Five Books of Huaxia Wanjuan Pen Copybooks".
…
All lettering.
Xu Sheng couldn't turn it over.
Judging from the thickness and weight of this 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 very high degree of freedom.
I don't know if it was because Shao Zhan bought too many copybooks, and there was even a pen gifted by the bookstore in the bag.
Xu Sheng finally made it to the end of 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..." He said this , under Shao Zhan's warm gaze, he suppressed the swearing, "What's wrong with you?"
Shao Zhan can go to the bookstore to buy copybooks, which is also a test for him.
There were originally several students in the bookstore who were picking out teaching and auxiliary materials. As soon as he entered the bookstore, within ten seconds, the owner of the bookstore cleared the store and directly enjoyed the exclusive treatment.
He bought so many copybooks, but he just didn't have time to pick them out. The bookstore owner stood by and sighed, "Student, hurry up and buy, we still need to do business."
Xu Sheng was able to grab the test paper from Meng Guowei in class today, but he was not sure in the future. If the teacher in any class is interested and asks him to solve the problem on the blackboard, Xu Sheng's words can't be explained even by jumping the Yellow River.
Shao Zhan: "Your words are too ugly."
Xu Sheng looked at his frozen face in front of him: "..." He wanted to curse, but he couldn't refute it.
Shao Zhan put his schoolbag on one shoulder and gave him another choice. When he spoke, he leaned closer, giving a sense of oppression, and his broken hair covered his eyes: "It's fine if you don't practice, I'll change my right hand in class tomorrow. ."
Xu Sheng not only wanted to scold people, but also wanted to beat people.
If Shao Zhan switched to writing with his right hand, teachers of various subjects would suddenly find that Xu Sheng's writing had improved by leaps and bounds.
Two choices, whichever one chooses is death, the only difference is which one dies more tragically.
Xu Sheng didn't want to choose either.
After Shao Zhan finished speaking, he didn't want to entangle more on this issue. He was about to turn around and leave, but Xu Sheng quickly grabbed it with his eyes and hands: "Wait a minute."
Xu Sheng tightened his grip on Shao Zhan's wrist. As long as he was mentally prepared and put down the bottom line occasionally, he could say anything, and he bargained: "Twenty pages are too many, and the words I wrote this semester are added together. Not so much, let’s discuss, ten pages.”
Shao Zhan looked at him and said nothing.
Xu Sheng opened his eyes and started talking nonsense: "Everything is difficult at the beginning, and nothing can be accomplished overnight. You should understand this truth. I believe you will not be so ruthless towards your classmates..."
However, Xu Sheng's words had just begun, and he was immediately blocked back.
"I am sane, lose my conscience, and lose my humanity," Shao Zhan said, paused, and then said, "Oh, there is another word, animals are not as good as animals."
"… "
Shao Zhan: "Let go."
Xu Sheng let go of his hand, watched Shao Zhan go back to the opposite bedroom, and closed the door.
Xu Sheng's writing has always been casual, and he can write whatever he likes.
It's not that no teacher wanted to send him a copybook, Gu Yanwang persuaded him in his first year of high school: "Look at your word, what kind of bird thing you wrote, I would pull anyone from the side of the road, and it would be better to use my feet than to use my feet. You write clearly! The score is low, and you don't have a good grasp of the score. When you leave the school gate, turn right to the Xinhua Bookstore, go and buy some copybooks to practice! Hurry up!"
Xu Sheng just pretended he didn't hear it, said "Goodbye Director Gu" and walked out.
practice calligraphy
What a joke, even if he was dreaming, Xu Sheng couldn't have dreamed of this kind of picture.
Ten minutes later, Xu Sheng sat at the desk and turned a page of copybooks with humiliation.
Before 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 grids in a row on the left side. There are three basic gestures in the grid, horizontal, vertical, and vertical.
A few lines of writing skills and key points are marked in small characters under the Tianzi grid: horizontally, start the pen lightly and cut it lightly, follow the trend to the right, pay attention to the left low and the right high, the long horizontal with a slight arc...
Xu Sheng pressed the layer of copy paper covered on the copybook, forcibly controlled his emotions, and traced a row of "three" in the exercise grid on the right.
Zhang Feng's WeChat bombing continues.
Zhang Feng: By the way, boss, why are you walking so fast after school today
I'm just afraid that you will find me.
Zhang Feng: Originally, I wanted to ask if you were going to play.
I am afraid that you will play with me.
Zhang Feng: What are you doing now
Xu Sheng glanced at his copybook and returned to the past three words: play 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 sound of cicadas was faint, and the hot wind was blowing through the shadows of the trees. Only then did he realize that he actually practiced calligraphy for nearly an hour.
Xu Sheng threw the pen away, bent one leg while sitting or not, stepped on the edge of the seat, leaned his neck back, and then subconsciously reached for the mineral water bottle on the table.
Unscrew the cap, the mouth of the bottle just meets the mouth, and it is closed again before drinking.
Even more embarrassing than taking a shower is going to the toilet.
He didn't communicate with Shao Zhan about the specific details, he just assumed it didn't happen, but he reduced the frequency of drinking water invariably. Xu Sheng thought of this, and a thick shame surrounded him.
He really didn't know - why it was so hard to mess around in school last year.
Xu Sheng scratched his hair, fished out his phone, opened the browser, and clicked into the Q&A category, trying to find people who had similar experiences, but when he came out, he was all looking for novel recommendations.
He can only be the first person to ask questions, typing word by word: I am a sophomore in high school, my grades... There is room for improvement.
Maybe it was because he was ashamed to talk about it, or maybe it was because he couldn't find the angle for a while, Xu Sheng talked for a long time, and even described his handsome appearance in nonsense before cutting into the theme: I swapped bodies with one of my classmates, what do I do
The question and answer category that 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 avatar of the doctor surnamed Li is wearing a white coat, with a majestic face and an authoritative look.
Xu Sheng cheered up, it seemed to be saved, he replied: Can you be more specific
Dr. Li: Go to the psychiatrist as soon as possible, and actively cooperate with the doctor for treatment. I wish you a speedy recovery.
"… "
Xu Sheng suddenly felt that instead of asking unreliable doctors, it might be a better choice to continue practicing calligraphy.
Xu Sheng was dizzy after practicing for twenty pages. The words that appeared on the copybook ranged from familiar to unfamiliar to familiar. As he wrote, he fell into deep doubts about life and society.
It was true that he just said that the words he wrote this semester didn't add up to that many words, and now he wants to correct that sentence - not only this semester, but also last semester.
He doesn't hand in homework, doesn't take notes, and doesn't take exams seriously.
If there is a choice, the composition should only be written in the "poetry" genre, because there are few words. He was once picked up by Gu Yanwang and scolded: "Do you think you are a poet? Ah?! What kind of poems do you write, even just your few broken sentences are considered poems?! You are even better at writing off-topics than this! High school entrance examination! What the hell did you do!"
Xu Sheng didn't think about it anymore, he shook his hand, and another thought came to his mind: Shao Zhan doesn't seem to have any friends
I only knew that this person looked cold before, but he really became Shao Zhan for a day, and found that although Shao Zhan had many fans, he didn't seem to have any 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 role, the two of them may have to discuss topics together, and when they are free, they will meet in the library to cultivate their sentiments and expand their knowledge. He chose to die.
It's just that at the end of the day, the convenience is over, but the question marks buried in it are getting bigger and bigger. This person's life is only Huanggang and Wusan? Are all gods so perverted
After Xu Sheng took a bath, another question mark appeared.
This time, he wiped the fog off the mirror. The boy in the mirror was naked, his hair was not dry, and water was dripping down. Xu Sheng turned his head to look, this time finally the tattoo was closer - it was a wing that looked like a flame, and the flame pattern bloomed between the skin and bone into the shape of a wing.
It's a very ordinary tattoo, as ordinary as you pass by any tattoo parlor and walk into the most popular one in the pattern book that the store gives you.
It and the temperament of Shao Zhan's whole person are completely two extremes.
Xu Sheng glanced at it, and felt that staring at others was like a pervert, so he grabbed the towel from the side, threw away all the question marks, put it on his head and pulled the door out.
Both of them thought the same thing 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, he opened the dormitory door, and outside the door was "myself" who came to deliver the schoolbag and check the 20-page copybook by the way.
God obviously did not receive their shouts, except for the unexplained thunder, there was no echo.