Shao Zhan.
The name Xu Sheng heard no less than six times a day.
When the teachers of each subject entered the door, they said, "Guess who is the first in the grade this time, forget it, no need to guess, there is no suspense, but I still have to say that Shao Zhan has pulled the second in the grade by more than 20 points this time."
Then he sent the high-scoring test papers that had been copied more than 30 copies down: "Look at their problem-solving ideas, and then look at you."
Originally, Xu Sheng didn't know which Shao accounted for, and the test paper was passed from the front. He reached out and took it, intending to throw it aside, and accidentally saw the handwriting on the copy.
It's not that he wants to see it either, the main word is so hard to ignore.
The writing is strong and a little cursive. Xu Sheng himself is a "cursive" writer, but this cursive is very level at first glance, which is different from his casual sketching.
Some classmates have begun to blow: "Learn the word "God"... Even if I practice copybooks for ten years, I can't write like this. Is this a word that people can write?"
"Young poor," the teacher looked at Xu Sheng as he spoke, "I don't expect you to write like this, I just hope that some students in our class can write the words so that people can understand them. You can't get face points."
Xu Sheng, who couldn't get the points of the roll, folded the roll and stuffed it into the table.
Xu Sheng's campus life has always been unpretentious and boring.
Sleep, play games, and stand in the hallway.
There is no fourth possibility.
In the last biology class in the afternoon, the teacher asked him to get up and answer questions.
Xu Sheng threw the phone into the table, and then stood up slowly: "Teacher, I didn't hear you clearly, can you say it again?"
The biology teacher watched the student sit in the corner and play with his mobile phone for most of the class. He was already full of fire, but now his face turned cold: "It's in the book, do you know which page we're talking about now? The biology teacher held back his anger and showed him a clear way, "the fourth page."
Xu Sheng took an English book and turned a few pages: "Fill in the blanks?"
"… "
The whole class fell silent.
"Ah," Xu Sheng realized something from the dead silence, "Isn't this an English class?"
Two minutes later, Xu Sheng walked outside the classroom with his mobile phone and the power bank that came from the same table, stood with his back against the railing, and by the way passed the open classroom door and indirectly met the students in the sixth class next door. .
The phone vibrates twice.
It was a message from Zhang Feng.
- Boss, what about the penalty stand again
-roll.
-I thought we were so far apart that we couldn't see you often, but it turned out that almost every class I looked up and looked out of the corridor, I saw your heroic appearance.
-You also come out and stand for a while, you can see me more clearly.
- That's not necessary... I'll just wave at you to mean it, can you see
Xu Sheng raised his eyes and saw 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, so he withdrew from the chat box. Recently, there is a person lying quietly in the contact list, the note is "Mom".
The message was received two days ago.
[Mom]: Are you at school yet
[Mom]: If you don't want to let you live at home, take classes well, and I won't care about you. If you really can't study, you should graduate from the head office successfully.
[Mom]: In the second year of high school, I didn't let you study for me. What are you going to do in the future? !
Xu Sheng took two glances, his expression did not fluctuate, and then 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 knuckle of his thumb with 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 straight, leaning on the railing as if they were boneless, so he frowned and turned his eyes away.
Jingle Bell-
The school bell rang.
The biology teacher put down the chalk: "Okay, let's finish the get out of class, I asked the class representative to take a photo of the extra questions and send them to the group... and the one outside, come in." The biology teacher said this, and glanced at the corridor again.
The hallway was empty, and there was no one there. Xu Sheng choked the bell and left the get out of class consciously.
There is an old-fashioned residential area near the school. Outside the alley with white walls and gray tiles, it has developed into a commercial street, accessories stores, snack stores... There is also a black Internet cafe that can access the Internet without an ID card.
The Internet cafe is hidden, enter through the back door of the small restaurant, go up to the second floor, and push open the glass door.
Xu Sheng is a frequent visitor to that Internet cafe.
When Zhang Feng didn't live in school, when he packed up his schoolbag and rushed over with a few brothers, Xu Sheng had already occupied the computer in the far corner. The uncle didn't play games either. He stepped on the edge of the chair with one leg bent, and hunched over to watch a movie.
"What, why is there no plot?" Zhang Feng handed over the money, tossed his schoolbag on the ground, and looked at Xu Sheng's computer screen while he was turning it on. After a long time, he found that he couldn't understand it, so he turned to the title. , "…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: "You just watch this in an Internet cafe? Why don't you just watch the news broadcast?"
Xu Sheng didn't look like he was watching the documentary very seriously. He raised his hand and moved the earphones back a little to facilitate listening to Zhang Feng's words: "The news network has not started at seven o'clock."
Zhang Feng: "..."
Xu Sheng closed the documentary: "I'm joking, playing games."
Xu Sheng played a few games with them, during which Zhang Feng answered the phone, and his mother cursed for a while on the other end of the phone, "You're going to die, you're still not going home at this time", Zhang Feng opened his eyes and said nonsense: "I have a few questions that I don't understand, so I'll stay and ask my classmates..."
Zhang Feng didn't believe his own children's nonsense at all: "You fart! Are your classmates next to you? Why didn't I hear anyone talking about the topic?"
Zhang Feng had no choice but to turn his eyes to Xu Sheng for help.
Xu Sheng cooperated with him while typing on the keyboard, and said, "This question is actually quite simple."
Zhang Feng's eyes signaled to him 'If you want to slap you, just slap you more'.
Xu Sheng: "I said you write it."
Xu Sheng pretended to be like that, and the ending was half a beat: "'Solution', colon."
Zhang Feng: "..."
"Then what?" Zhang Feng waited for a long time and couldn't wait for the next text, "...Tell me more."
Xu Sheng: "Then you can read the next question."
"… "
Fortunately, Zhang Feng's mother couldn't hear what Xu Sheng said over the phone: "Then come back as soon as you finish the topic with your classmates. Mom made your favorite braised pork."
Zhang Feng was urged to drag him no longer. Before getting off the plane with his schoolbag on his back, he roared inwardly, "He can't ask anyone for help. I'm afraid that even the network administrator of a black Internet cafe has learned more thoroughly than the guy next to him!"
Zhang Feng hung up the phone: "Boss, when you talk about the topic, it's really easy to understand."
After Xu Sheng cleared the line, he said, "You're welcome."
"Then I'll go back first," Zhang Feng said before leaving, "don't be too late, it's just starting school, it's not good to be caught."
Xu Sheng unscrewed the mineral water bottle on the side and responded with a sound, which should be extremely perfunctory.
"Go back," Xu Sheng said, "they can't catch me."
Xu Sheng soaked in the Internet cafe until it was dark. After the BBC documentary saw the end, he was a little tired. He leaned his head back, took off his headphones and planned to go to the front desk to buy something to eat.
In addition to instant noodles at the front desk, there are some duck legs and chicken feet. Xu Sheng glanced at it, but he really had no appetite, and finally only took a mint from the side.
After buying it, I dismantled one and put it in the mouthpiece, pushed open the door and went to the stairwell to breathe for a while.
Before taking two steps, there was a "bang" from the place where the debris was piled up in the stairwell.
"Just that much money?"
"Tomorrow's breakfast money is also here, really no more..." It was a boy, his voice was submissive.
boom!
The sound of kicking things over again.
"Don't blame us for being rude," the person who kicked things said in a hoarse voice, "Are you looking for a beating?"
This kind of black Internet cafe is a high-risk area.
It's not uncommon for things like this 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 walked casually towards the grocery pile.
There were four people standing in the circle surrounded by groceries. They were dyed with ancestral social yellow hair. They were not wearing school uniforms. They should not be students of No. 6 Middle School.
"I'm sorry, just let me go, I will give you tomorrow, tomorrow..."
After the four yellow hairs counted the more than one hundred dollars in their hands, they looked at each other and smiled: "Tomorrow? Tomorrow will not be the same."
They didn't laugh for long, because as soon as they finished speaking, the man with 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, and the words that came out of his mouth were completely different, "You are too noisy."
The bad boy holding the money turned his head and was stunned when he saw Xu Sheng.
In all fairness, although Xu Sheng is notorious, he can still draw a lot of heads in school with this face.
Black T-shirt, dark blue jeans, ear studs.
In addition to this outfit that doesn't look like a serious student, Xu Sheng's eyebrows are delicate and sharp, the end of his eyes is slightly raised, and he looks absent-minded, but there is still a bit of wildness in his eyes that can't be hidden, anyone who looks at it I think this looks like a bad student who is often notified of punishment.
The most important thing is that it looks more like a money grab than they are.
"You..." The delinquent boy who took the money was held down by his posture and choked, "Are you here to steal money too?"
Xu Sheng smiled: "That's understandable."
Xu Sheng put down the hand on his shoulder, moved his wrist, and asked casually, "How much did you take from him one after another? Do you want to wait for me to do it, or do you pay for it yourself."
Bad boy: "… "
The four yellow hairs were scared away.
At the age of sixteen or seventeen, he came out to scare and scare people casually. Persimmons chose to be soft and pinch, but when they met someone who looked tougher than them, they didn't dare to be arrogant.
Not caring about anything, he directly took out all the money that could be in his pocket and threw it on the ground, said "I'm sorry, brother, I didn't know this was your site" and ran down the stairs.
Xu Sheng bent down to pick up the money scattered on the ground, folded it neatly and squatted down.
The one in the school uniform of No. 6 Middle School was still sitting on the ground and shivering. Seeing Xu Sheng crouching down, his first reaction was: "I really have no money, I really have no..." TAT.
Xu Sheng: "…"
Do I look 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 threw a sentence: "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 already dark outside, and the street lamps on both sides of the road extended outwards along the street.
The school is locked at 6:30, and the dormitory building is open until 10:00, but if you can't enter the school, it will be useless even if it is open until dawn.
Xu Sheng went around to the back door of the school familiarly.
The back door of the school and the dormitory building are next to each other. They are closed all the year round. The rusted iron door is tied with a thick iron chain. The whole wall just surrounds the male dormitory building. The facing and rear doors are almost directly opposite.
He stepped on the stones under the wall and climbed up against the wall. The boy is tall and has long legs, so he can turn over effortlessly. His back is bent and stretched out in an arc. He let go of his hand and swayed one leg down, preparing to jump down—
But he saw a man walking by.
The man was tall, carrying a schoolbag on one shoulder, and the cuffs of his school uniform were rolled up, revealing half of his wrists. The gray-blue school uniform, which ranked third from the bottom in the district, wore it on him, and he couldn't tell what was different.
It was too far away to see his appearance, and when he walked under the street light, Xu Sheng discovered a more important problem.
He cursed in a low voice.
Hold.
Good luck.
His leak-proof record of getting over the wall and leaving the school was destroyed today.