Xu Sheng walked along the street for a while, and it was getting darker. He stopped and there was a small abandoned warehouse in front of him. He didn't know what goods this warehouse was used to hold, and the iron gate had already rusted.

Xu Sheng reached into the collar of the T-shirt and took out a copper yellow key along the inconspicuous thin black rope. He usually looked swaying - wearing a black rope around his neck was nothing, and no one paid attention to it.

Knowing that the door was difficult to open, Xu Sheng held the door in one hand and pulled the door tightly before inserting the key in, unscrewed it, and then pushed the door open with a harsh "crunch" sound.

Voice.

This warehouse is only more than twenty square meters, with many empty paint buckets standing upside down on the ground, and the beams are separated into long strips. What is incompatible with the entire warehouse environment is an easel stands in the middle of the warehouse.

There is no painting stool, and there is only a half-meter-high trough box in front of the easel for people to sit.

All the piles of painted paper on both sides are painted paper.

A few pictures of the model torn from the teaching books were posted on the wall, and a few pages of sketches were scattered on the edge of the cargo box. The top one was painted with Xiaowei, with clean lines like plaster, and the light and dark piled up very impactful.

Xu Sheng didn't know either

He said what he had come here to do, so he closed the warehouse door, stepped up in three or two steps, and sat on the old box for a while with the light shining from the skylight.

He bent one foot and put it on the horizontal bar at the bottom of the easel, staring at the blank easel in front of him.

Place it in the slot with a blunt 4b pencil.

When the only light that had been left in from the skylight disappeared, Xu Sheng suddenly kicked the ground, got up from the old cargo box, pinched the key and stuffed it back into the collar.

The bus time interval was long, one was half an hour, and Xu Sheng went out and returned to the school just in time to close the school.

If it were before, this was nothing, just go back to climb over the wall, but now he has a shadow on climbing over the wall.

And for some reason, my right eyelid started to jump for no reason.

?The author of this book, Papaya Huang, reminds you that the latest and most complete "This topic is beyond the outline" is all about fantasy literature and domain names?

Xu Sheng had a vague premonition in his heart. When he turned up a few seconds, he bent his legs and squatted on the wall. He saw the familiar school uniform at a glance and found that God might be playing with him.

"You have nothing to do," Xu Sheng said this and broke for a second, took a deep breath and said, "...I'm squatting here specifically?"

Although Shao Zhan temporarily took over the position of discipline committee member after Meng Guowei's repeated pleas, he was not idle to this level, just by chance: "I'm not that idle."

He is not idle, but he just climbs over the wall and falls in front of him, so he can't ignore it.

Shao Zhan said again: "Come down."

It will be a review of 3,500 words.

Xu Sheng was planning to discuss with him, but the momentum that was about to jump down was not stopped, and the force under his feet was unbalanced.

As soon as Shao Zhan walked under the wall, he saw white in front of him. Xu Sheng's clothes were blown back by the wind. From a distance, he looked like a white bird. However, the bird could not escape the gravity and was falling down at an astonishing speed.

"boom"!

In an instant, the sky was surging, and a thunder sounded from somewhere. The entire night sky began to flicker in the lightning and thunder.

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It's time to wear it!
Chapter completed!