Shao Zhan.

Xu Sheng heard this name no less than six times in a day.

When teachers from each subject entered the door, they said, "This time you guess who it is the first in the grade. Forget it, there is no need to guess. There is no suspense, but I still have to say that Shao Zhan scored more than twenty points in the second in the grade this time."

Then he copied more than 30 high-scoring test papers and sent them down: "Look at their ideas for solving problems, and then look at you."

Originally, Xu Sheng didn't know which Shao was occupied, but the test paper came from the front. He reached out to take it, intending to throw it to the side, and accidentally saw the handwriting on the copy paper.

It’s not that he wants to read, but it’s the main thing that is that it’s really hard to ignore.

The pen is strong and written a bit cursive. Xu Sheng himself is also a writer in the "cursive script" school, but this cursive script is very skillful at first glance, which is different from his random painting.

Some classmates have already started to yell: "The word "Study God"... I can't write this even if I practice copybooks for ten years. Is this a word that people can write?"

"Shao Poor," the teacher looked at Xu Sheng as he spoke, "I don't expect you to write like this. I just hope that some of the students in our class can write the words so that people can understand them. If you don't know the questions, you won't get the paper score."

Xu Sheng, who could not get the paper, folded the paper and stuffed it into the belly of the table.

Xu Sheng's campus life has always been simple and boring.

Sleep, play games, and stand in the corridor.

There is no fourth possibility.

In the last biology class in the afternoon, the teacher asked him to get up and answer the questions.

Xu Sheng threw his cell phone into the belly of the table and stood up half a beat slower: "Teacher, can you say it again if you didn't hear it clearly?"

The biology teacher watched the student sitting next to the corner and playing with his cell phone for most of the class as if no one was around, and he was already full of fire. He turned cold and said, "There is in the book. Do you know which page we are talking about now?" The biology teacher held back and pointed him out the way, "Page 4."

Xu Sheng carried the English book and turned over a few pages: "Select words and fill in the blanks?"

“…”

The whole class was silent.

"Ah," Xu Sheng learned something from this deadly silence, "Isn't this an English class?"

Two minutes later, Xu Sheng took his cell phone and the power bank he came from his deskmate, stood against the railing, and then met the classmates from Class 6 next door through the open classroom door.

The phone vibrates twice.

It was a message sent by Zhang Feng.

-Boss, are you punished to stand again?

-roll.

-I thought we could not see you often at such a distance, but I found that when we looked up at the corridor, we could see your heroic posture.

-You can also stand out for a while, and you can see it more clearly.

- There is no need to... I just waved my hand at you, can I see it?

Xu Sheng looked up and saw the window at the end of the corridor, and he really stretched out a hand.

He lowered his head again and replied: Fuck, are you stupid?

Zhang Feng asked again: Do you want to go to the Internet cafe at night? An old place?

Xu Sheng did not reply in time, so he exited the chat box. Recently, he was lying quietly in the contact list, and the note was "Mom".

The message reception time was two days ago.

"This topic is beyond the outline",:

[Mom]: Have you arrived at school?

[Mom]: If you are not willing to live at home, you will be able to attend classes well. I will ignore you if you really can’t learn, so you can graduate successfully.

[Mom]: I am in my second year of high school, I am not asking you to study for me. What are you going to do in the future like this?!

Xu Sheng glanced at him, his expression was not fluctuating, and then replied to Zhang Feng with "OK".

After returning, he stuffed his phone back into his pocket, moved his fingers, and inadvertently pressed his index finger on the second joint of his thumb, and made a "click" sound.

The biology teacher was writing on the blackboard. He accidentally glanced outside and found that the boys in the corridor were not standing straight, leaning against the railing and looking like they were boneless. So he frowned and turned away.

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Dingling--

The school bell rang.

The biology teacher put down the chalk: "Okay, get out of class is over. I asked the class representative to take a photo of the class representative in the group... and the one outside, come in." The biology teacher said this and took a look at the corridor again.

The corridor was empty, and there was no one there. Xu Shengzao finished class consciously while tying the ringtone.

There is an old residential area near the school. It is curved around the alley with white walls and gray tiles and developed into a commercial street, jewelry shop, snack shop... and a black Internet cafe that can access the Internet without an ID card.

The Internet cafe is open in a hidden way. You can go into the back door of the small restaurant, go up to the second floor, and open the glass door.

Xu Sheng is a regular customer of that Internet cafe.

Zhang Feng did not live in the school. When he packed his schoolbag and ran over with his brothers, Xu Sheng had already occupied the most corner of the machine. The old man didn't play games, and he bent his legs on the edge of the chair with his headphones, huddled there to watch a movie.

"What, why is there no plot?" Zhang Feng paid the money and threw his schoolbag on the ground casually. He leaned over to look at Xu Sheng's computer screen while turning on the computer. After a long time, he found that he couldn't understand it, so he had to turn to the title, "...The power of bbc art, fuck, documentary?"

Xu Sheng held the mouse in one hand and dragged the progress bar.

Zhang Feng asked soul-sentenced questions: "You are watching this in the Internet cafe? Why don't you just watch the news broadcast?"

Xu Sheng didn't look like he was watching a documentary very seriously. He raised his hand and moved his headphones back a little to listen to Zhang Feng's words: "The news broadcast is seven o'clock, it hasn't started yet."

Zhang Feng: “…”

Xu Sheng turned off the documentary: "I'm kidding, I'm on the game."

Xu Sheng played several games with them. During this period, Zhang Feng answered the phone. His mother scolded on the other end of the phone for a while, "You're going to die, you're not going home yet." Zhang Feng opened his eyes and said lies: "I can't figure out a few questions, stay here to ask my classmates..."

Zhang Feng’s mother didn’t believe in the nonsense of his children: “You fart! Are your classmates next to you? Why didn’t I hear anyone talking about questions?”

Zhang Feng was desperate and had to turn his eyes to Xu Sheng for help.

Xu Sheng cooperated with him while typing on the keyboard and said in a decent manner: "This question is actually quite simple."

Zhang Feng's eyes signaled him, "If you know how to pull you, just pull it more."

Xu Sheng: "I said you wrote it."

Xu Sheng was dressed quite like that, and the ending sound was delayed for half a beat: "'Explanation', colon."

Zhang Feng: “…”

"What then?" Zhang Feng waited for a long time and couldn't wait for the following words, "...you say more."

Xu Sheng: "Of course

"This topic is beyond the outline",:

You can look at the next question later.”

“…………”

Fortunately, Zhang Feng's mother couldn't hear what Xu Sheng said through the phone: "Then you came back early after you finished talking to your classmates, and mom made your favorite braised pork."

Zhang Feng was urged to drag him anymore. He carried his schoolbag and got off the machine. He shouted in his heart: Who can he ask for help? I am afraid that even the black Internet cafe administrator has learned more thoroughly than the one next to him!

Zhang Feng hung up the phone: "Boss, you can really understand the questions at a glance."

After clearing the line of troops, Xu Sheng said, "You're welcome."

"Then I'll go back first."

Before leaving, Zhang Feng said, "Don't be too late, school has just started, so it's not good to be caught."

Xu Sheng unscrewed the mineral water bottle next to him and responded, and he should be extremely perfunctory.

"You go back,"

Xu Sheng said, "They can't catch me.https:">Fantasy Literature a>_▓"

Xu Sheng was in the Internet cafe until dark. When the BBC documentary ended, he felt a little tired. He leaned back and took off his head, planned to go to the front desk to buy some food.

In addition to instant noodles, there were some duck legs and chicken feet. Xu Sheng glanced at him and had no appetite. In the end, he only took a mint candy from the side.

After buying, I took out one and bite it in my mouth, pushed open the door and went to the stairwell to breathe for a while.

Without walking two steps, a "bang" sound came from the place where the debris in the stairwell was piled up.

"That's just a little money?"

"The breakfast money for tomorrow is here, and it's really gone..." It was a boy, his voice was timid.

Bang--!

It was the sound of kicking over something again.

"I told you that I don't blame us for not getting two hundred this time," the person who kicked the thing was hoarse, "Are you looking for a beating?"

This kind of black Internet cafe is a high-risk area.

It is not uncommon for such a thing to happen.
To be continued...