Beyond The Outline

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2. Xu Sheng [3807 votes].

Xu Shengneng squeezed into the top 100 in the popular shooting games, except that he usually does not attend classes and has a lot of game time, and the rest is the desire to win.

I don’t want to win when I play games, so what else to play.

What kind of bird stuff was selected, it was okay before I clicked on it, and I couldn't help it after reading it.

second? How can he rank second?

The two days of the weekend passed quickly.

During the period, Hou Jun and the others came to ask questions, but fortunately, Shao Zhan had already finished these homework in advance. Xu Sheng only needs to throw the stack of finished homework to them: "Here is the answer, understand it yourself."

Hou Jun gave a thumbs up: "Thank you Brother Zhan, Brother Zhan is amazing. I finished so many homework in half a day."

Boarding students were forced to do questions in the classroom for two days on weekends, which resulted in low interest in learning. If there is homework copy, then copy it in a dull way. Almost no one cares whether this question will be written or not.

Hou Jun asked after copying his homework, "I came to your dormitory to find you in the morning. A new breakfast shop was opened outside the school. The tofu brain is quite delicious. No one opened it for a long time."

When Hou Jun finished talking about what happened in the morning, Xu Sheng and Shao Zhan fell silent at the same time.

Hou Jun knocked on the door and Xu Sheng was able to get up normally on the first day, but not on the second day.

Just in case, the two exchanged spare keys with each other.

Shao Zhan knocked on the door, but there was no movement inside. He patiently warned: "I'll say it one last time, open the door."

Xu Sheng occasionally gets up a little bit, sleeps in a daze, can't think, and regardless of whether people outside the door can hear it or not, he comes with a word: "Get out."

Shao Zhan: "Don't open the door, I just came in."

Xu Sheng simply shrank his whole body a little, put the quilt on his head, and ignored him.

Shao Zhan opened the door and came in with the intention of just asking him to get up, but Xu Sheng was probably really annoyed when his hand touched the edge of the quilt. He opened the quilt and stretched out his hand indiscriminately. Thinking of getting up, but in the end he caught Shao Zhan's wrist that hadn't been able to take it back, and unexpectedly got out of balance between pulling and pulling.

When Xu Sheng's head hit the pillow, he was dumbfounded for a moment.

Opening his eyes, facing the enlarged version of his face in front of him, he was completely awake: "Fuck."

Shao Zhan put one hand on his ear and barely separated a few centimeters. Even so, the distance between the two was still too close. The scabs on the corners of Shao Zhan's mouth have grown up and recovered well, with no traces visible.

Xu Sheng was about to say "Get up" when the door was knocked again.

It was Hou Jun's voice: "Weird, Brother Zhan is not here. I remember Xu Sheng lives in the opposite room. Try it. We have to bring him into the 7th class."

Xu Sheng yelled in his heart: Actually, there is no need to integrate so much, don't work so hard.

Since the dormitory has not been changed, and he and Shao Zhan are still lying on the bed in a posture that is difficult to explain, the door is still closed.

Except for self-study in class, Xu Sheng treated Zhang Feng with this attitude of "I am not interested, I am not interested at all, who pays attention to this kind of stuff".

Zhang Feng was too tired to ask for a vote for himself: You have no heart, Xu Sheng, you have no heart, will you die if you vote for me.

As everyone knows, what Xu Sheng thinks is: There is only one vote every day, I voted for you, what the **** do I do.

Xu Sheng practices every day

After finishing writing, take a look before going to bed, and then I was very resistant in my heart and very honest in my body to give myself a vote.

This year’s school draft selection is more fierce than before. Xu Sheng’s attention to it is limited to the vote he casts for himself every day. Even so, I found that this selection seems to have gradually evolved into a competition between him and Shao Zhan. , And the more the noise gets bigger.

The difference in votes between the two did not widen.

Xu Sheng went online the next day and saw that his votes were about to overtake first place.

So the wave of people who voted for the number one made an effort overnight and once again widened the gap between the votes. When the two popular candidates voted before and after 10,000, the situation became very clear: there were not so many people in the school at all, this group of people is real. It's too hard to open a trumpet, but also to fight.

Eventually evolved into a tug of war.

Both sides clearly expressed a hostile posture.

Floor 501: Learn God! Let’s take a look at our study of God. Is studying God not handsome enough? Isn’t there not enough awards for studying God? What Xu Sheng voted for? Xu Sheng goes to school and sleeps all day long to fight and study hard. This kind of person has no future!

502nd floor: That's right upstairs!

Floor 503: Listening to the fart upstairs, our school masters Nengwen (writing a review level is still possible) Nengwu (one dozen five), and has a certain level of speech (reading review level), and it is not a loss to invest in shares.

Xu Sheng:...

Xu Sheng, a talented player with a certain level of literary and military skills and a certain level of speech, said to himself in a low voice: "...what is this."

There was a breeze coming in from outside the window. Xu Sheng lay on the bed, brushing the post to the five hundredth floor before going to bed, and then stepped out.

Before quitting, a new message was displayed in the notification bar of the phone.

[Mom]: I cleaned up the room for you yesterday and saw the diary you wrote when you were a kid.

Then there is a picture with crooked handwriting. At first glance, I have just learned to write. I am immature but serious. I can vaguely recognize the first two words "Today♡玄幻文学_♡"

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[Mom]: Are you coming back next weekend?

Without contact for a week, this sentence plus the picture makes a woman silently showing weakness, actively breaking the deadlock.

Xu Sheng didn't move for a while, and sighed before the screen was about to go off. He replied: It depends on the situation.

This is the end of the matter, and the two of them have no expectation about the fact that they can get back after a night's sleep.

Not to mention changing back, so many days without even touching the pattern.

At the same time, Shao Zhan had this thing in his mind. He said in his heart: The frequency, the triggering conditions, and the principle of occurrence are all unknown, and there is no way to speculate.

The new week is just like this in the full-blown school draft selection.

As this election became more and more noisy, the frantic voting on the trumpet lasted for two nights, and many people were also discussing this matter in private.

The squad leader and the sports committee were students on duty. When Xu Sheng entered the door, Tan Kai just came back from the toilet carrying a mop: "Brother Zhan, morning."

Xu Sheng stopped, turned sideways, and let him go forward: "Morning."

Tan Kai’s current view of Xueshen is that in addition to serving or serving, he said before going in: “Don’t worry, don’t panic, I will vote for you. Last night I also opened ten trumpets with Brother Monkey! It's so fierce, it almost never happened."

When Tan Kai said this, he remembered another important point. He lowered his voice and said, "You must never tell Xu Sheng about this...We don't vote for him, it's not that we have an opinion on him."

Xu Sheng: "?"

After Tan Kai dragged the mop into the class, Xu Sheng realized what the vote meant.

What fun this group of people join in.

Moreover, why not vote for him? !

After Xu Sheng stepped down as a class member, he immediately relaxed a lot. There was no need to hand in homework in the morning, and there would be less risk when facing the teacher. He was left with a seemingly non-existent disciplinary committee post—this disciplinary committee still entered the class and Meng Guowei emphasized to him He didn’t know until later that Shao Zhan had taken care of him before and this "Disciplinary Committee ╌https:">Xuanhuan Literaturea>╌"

Stringed up and matched the number.

Shao Zhan enters class a few minutes later.

He is wearing a black hoodie today. This time there is no exaggerated pattern on the clothes. Only two rows of letters are printed on the back. The clothes are thin and loose, and the thin body of a teenager is vaguely outlined as he walks.

Xu Sheng liked to wear this one before sleeping in the seat. Wearing a hat can cover half of his face and the sun.

"Xu Sheng"

He still looks incompatible with the entire classroom. There is something different from the past. He is about to pass the front row of classmates, and Hou Jun said in a nervous and sincere voice: "Morning."

Hou Jun was cleaning the blackboard. He was afraid that Xu Sheng would not hear it, and that the schoolmaster was too shy, so he repeated: "Student Xu Sheng, good morning."

Shao Zhan glanced at him. When he was not talking, his eyebrows seemed to draw almost sharp lines, and he "bad" the skin that was born with him.

I pressed it down, and then said, "Morning."

Xu Sheng had turned his pen and had nothing to do for a long time. When he saw him coming in, he had nothing to say and asked, "Lao Meng asked you to be a disciplinary committee member before?"

There were too many things that happened during this period of time, and I didn’t mention it specifically. Shao Zhan almost forgot: "You think I have nothing to do in my spare time. I will catch you in class and play with your mobile phone?"

"..." Xu Sheng said, "Who knows, this is not impossible."

Shao Zhan opened a page of the exercise book, and then easily turned the vocabulary book Xu Sheng was reading to the page he read last time, and then stopped talking.

Xu Sheng put down his pen and has adapted to this chat mode where he is basically talking to himself: "You don't have any other hobbies besides writing questions?"

"..."

"Then your campus life is so monotonous."

"Seeing that you are good at playing games and fighting well."

There was a flash of inspiration in Xu Sheng's brain, and he thought of another thing: "There is another thing, you have no target."

Although there are no signs of girls approaching Shao Zhan for so many days, it is normal for Linjiang No. 6 Middle School, a school where everything is strictly controlled, to have a love affair and hide in the deep.

In case Shao Zhan really has a secret love story that is too deep, someone suddenly appears...

Shao Zhan wished to install a silencer on Xu Sheng's body.

Xu Sheng: "Don't worry, it's normal for this kind of thing to happen in adolescence, and I won't report your puppy love."

Shao Zhan couldn't bear it and said, "No."

Shao Zhan repeated: "There is no object."

Several class representatives were busy collecting homework, and the class was noisy. The English teacher walked in and interrupted: "Classmates, I will take up time for self-study. Let's briefly talk about the reading questions left last week. Representative, you don’t need to collect the reading homework, we will talk about it directly."

Xu Sheng opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but was blocked by Shao Zhan: "Listen to class."

The class quieted down instantly.

Xu Sheng couldn't understand a word after reading the question. He could only read the few words written by Shao Zhan when facing the homework handed to him by Shao Zhan.

Finally, until the end of the self-study get out of class, Xu Sheng took the phone out of the table and prepared to buy a bottle of water at the canteen.

However, he had just grabbed the phone and before he had time to put it in the pocket of his school uniform, the front desk just turned around—

"Learning God..."

The front desk held the reading question that the self-study English teacher said earlier. It seemed that there was a question to ask, but after the front desk turned back, his attention shifted away from the reading question, and Xu Sheng held it in his hand. On the phone in the house.

The phone models of Xu Sheng and Shao Zhan are not much different, but Shao Zhan obviously does not use that kind of fancy graffiti-style phone case.