Linjiang No. 6 Middle School 2019 High School End of the Year, Chinese Paper.

The exam time is 150 minutes, with a total score of 150 points.

Candidates score: 48.

Mathematics: 36.

English: 22.

Comprehensive science: 59.

...

Several test papers were placed on the desk, and each paper was covered with terrible crosses, one more miserable than the other. The marker soon discovered that this normal method of marking was not applicable to the candidate, so he only had a few sparse red ticks left on the other page.

There are two words written in the name column, which are as sloppy as if overgrown of weeds, but the pen tip is sharp.

Candidate’s name: Xu Sheng.

"You can see your scores in this test."

"The average separation is 30 points apart. Not to mention sprinting to the college entrance examination, I think you have to re-educate junior high school at your level!"

As the head teacher Meng Guowei spoke, his voice rose, and he shouted so that half of the corridor outside the office could be heard: "I haven't talked about these questions in class, all of them are points! I sprinkled rice on the test paper, and there were more questions that were correct than you. What happened to you - are you here to study or live a life of scramblers?!"

Xu Sheng stood in the office for six minutes.

I don’t know how many times he has heard similar words, so he looked far away and landed on the wall clock behind Meng Guowei. By the way, he guessed that it should be the turn of the classic saying “If you don’t want to learn, get out as soon as possible”.

really.

Meng Guowei slapped the stack of detained test papers in his hand on the corner of the table: "I don't care what you used to be. Since you are now in Class 7, I'll be honest with me. If you don't want to study hard, get out as soon as possible!"

Xu Sheng looked sleepy, closed his eyes a little, clearly not wanting to listen to nonsense.

Meng Guowei: “…”

Although Meng Guowei was ruthless, he felt guilty.

He actually didn't dare to talk to this student, but after all, he had just taken over, so he had to set an excuse for him no matter what.

The second year of high school was just divided into classes, but the school didn't know what it was thinking. It was probably trying to balance it and stuffed two firsts into his class - marking both the first and lasts in the grade.

The boy standing next to his desk was incompatible with the environment in the entire office.

The students entering and leaving the office were dressed in school uniforms in a regular manner, but he was wearing a black T-shirt with graffiti painted. If he looked closely, he couldn't tell what the graffiti was.

The boy was tall and thin, with his eyes down, and he looked like he hadn't had enough sleep during morning self-study. When he stood there, he seemed to take nothing seriously.

This student who has achieved bizarrely low grades in various subjects, can't count ten fingers at school and has never worn school uniforms, and has met Meng Guowei for so many years in coaching.

Linjiang No. 6 Middle School is also a key school. Although it is not among the top key schools in District A, the score line has just barely reached its tail, and just got promoted from the general high school two years ago.

Meng Guowei put aside the investigation and said, "Where did you go after the exam yesterday? Did you leave school secretly?"

Speaking of this, the boy barely stood up straight and asked inadvertently: "Someone saw me leaving school?"

Meng Guowei: "That's not."

Xu Sheng pondered for a while: "The surveillance camera has taken it?"

Meng Guowei: "...none."

Xu Shengbai clearly confirmed that he had done nothing to leave school, so he answered frankly: "I haven't left school."

“…”

Meng Guowei organized language in his brain and wanted to say something else.

But Xu Sheng really lost his patience.

"Teacher," he said, "if it's up to grades, it's fine. The lessons you teach you, as for whether to learn or not, how much it is my own business. There is no need to tell me this."

Xu Sheng's voice was not loud. The noisy office was filled with the sound of flipping books, the sound of teachers assigned tasks in various subjects, and the laughter of classmates when they entered and exited. His words were casual and not eye-catching.

Meng Guowei could hear clearly and was shocked by these casual and arrogant words. After a long time, he said: "What are you saying? Is this the attitude of talking to the teacher - then what else are you going to go to?!"

Xu Sheng met his eyes without dodging.

Meng Guowei then realized that the young man in front of him not only violated school rules and regulations, but also "not wearing school uniforms", but also had an earring, and a layer of silver was placed around the black chalcedony. This black earring, which was not low-key, was blocked by broken hair and half of its sharpness.

What school do you come to?

This sentence was repeated in Xu Sheng's mind for several times.

"Just think I'm here to live," after a while, Xu Sheng reached out and pulled the test paper from the table, grabbed it in his hand and said carelessly, "Don't worry about me."

Only Xu Sheng's test paper was detained in the whole class. When he entered the class with the test paper, the originally enthusiastic class instantly quieted down, just like the movie that was originally broadcast well was suddenly pressed by someone.

A boy in the front row of the classroom was sticking his butt, his upper body was pressing against the desk, and he was stretching out his hands to grab the biscuits of his classmates in the second row. After seeing him in, he strangely kept his posture still.

"The school bully is so murderous," the boy whispered, "I dare not move. I am so tired. Then, just give me a piece of your biscuit..."

For all the students in Class 7, Grade 2, from the moment they saw the class division schedule, they were left with the word suffocation to describe.

Two days ago, the whole grade was standing at the school gate with fear.

"How many shifts are Xu Sheng in?"

"Class 7, it's okay, I'm in Class 6."

"Fuck, I'm from Class 7..."

"What luck are you doing? Brother, hold on. There are two years left in high school, isn't it just two years? Time flies like a flash of time and it passes quickly."

Who is Xu Sheng?

A famous school tyrant.

A famous alien in the school.

Because of the fact that he did not wear school uniforms in the first year of high school, the grade director made several angry times, and asked him to stand up, called his parents, and asked him to stand in front of the whole school to review. In the end, there was no effect. Should he wear it or not?

Linjiang No. 6 Middle School, which has a strong faculty and a rigorous school spirit, has been digging forward for more than ten years but has not found a second place.

Xu Sheng walked past them and walked towards the last row.

Even if he left the office, the T-shirt and jeans were still out of place with the atmosphere around him, and it looked even more eye-catching in the gray and blue school uniforms that were flooded in the classroom.

He was tall and was late that day, so there were only two empty seats left in the class, with no other position to choose except the last row. The remaining empty seat was on his left hand side, across the aisle, and it has been empty since yesterday, saying that he had asked for leave.

Xu Sheng didn't care who was the absent person. He dragged the chair out and planned to continue sleeping. When the boy in the front row couldn't help but hold the pen and shook.

Xu Sheng thought about it, carried the chair, leaned down slightly, and patted his shoulder with his other hand.

The boy almost flew out the pen in his hand and had to turn around: "What are you... what instructions do you have?"

Xu Sheng: "Aren't you crowded?"

"ah?"

Xu Sheng pointed to the boy's chest that was tightly pressed against the edge of the desk, and he observed that the range of movement he had left for himself was no more than 30 centimeters. If he wanted to go to the toilet, he could only slide down. He squatted down and then crawled out from under the desk to walk. He asked again: "Aren't you crowded?"

The boy opened his mouth: "I..."

Of course I'm crowded, but I dare not say it! I dare not get too close to you!

Xu Sheng waited for a long time to reply, so he simply pulled his desk backwards.

In the first English class in the morning, Xu Sheng was about to lie down and see Mr. Zhou in advance, but someone knocked on the window on his side twice.

A few heads tried to open the window and leaned in from outside the corridor: "Boss."

Xu Sheng put his hand behind his neck and heard the sound and turned his head slightly: "I want to sleep, let it go if I have a fart."

The boy who led this wave of people has the most popular thick bangs, and his skin is a little dark, but he looked very energetic. He sighed and said, "We are too far apart this time. You are Class 7 and I are Class 1, one at the end, how can you play games together in class in the future?"

Although Xu Sheng is famous and most people avoid it, at this age of high spirits, boys sometimes don’t need any special conditions to play together, and they can play two games. Xu Sheng’s popularity is not bad. When the first year of high school, every class was over, there was always a circle of people in the back row of the classroom.

Sometimes, gaming technology is much more practical than academic performance.

The fate of Xu Sheng and Zhang Feng playing games for the first time started with his first review in front of the whole school. After Xu Sheng finished the review, he concluded with his last sentence, "I was wrong, but I don't promise not to make the same next time."

After saying that, the whole school was in an uproar.

After getting off the flag-raising platform, Zhang Feng said to him sincerely: "Fuck, you're a little awesome."

Zhang Feng said again: "You went to the teacher's office just now? I heard that you made Lao Meng in your class very angry."

Xu Sheng did not comment.

After Zhang Feng sighed, he continued to try his best to explore their class through the window. This time, not only leaned his head in, but also kept squeezing his upper body in, rushing to the 7th class of Grade 2.

Xu Sheng had thought about it. He leaned back, his legs were long, and even with his legs bent, he still stepped a long distance: "What the hell are you here to do?"

Zhang Feng revealed his true purpose: "Let's come to see the God of Learning."

Xu Sheng, who was sleeping while taking a break, didn't care about who the classmates were in the class at all: "?"

"No, this word is not appropriate enough. It should be a respect. Yes, I'll pay homage to the God of Learning," said Zhang Feng, "——The one who scored the first place in the school in the middle school entrance examination. He won the first prize in the municipal league in the first year of high school and was made into a big-character poster and posted on the honor wall at the school gate. Don't you know that your class is very creative in this year's class division, one is you, the other is a God of Learning."

When Xu Sheng heard this, he suddenly laughed.

He waved to Zhang Feng: "Come here, get closer and say."
To be continued...