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Linjiang Sixth Middle School's 2019 high school sophomore opening test, Chinese papers.

The test time is 150 minutes and the total score is 150 points.

Candidate's score: 48.

Mathematics: 36.

English: 22.

Rationale: 59.

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A few test papers were placed on the desk, and the scrolls were covered with terrible crosses, and one was even more miserable. The reader quickly discovered that this normal approving method was not applicable to the examinee. So there are only a few red ticks left on another page.

Two words are written in the name column with teeth and claws, scribbled like weeds, but with sharp pen.

Candidate's name: Xu Sheng.

"You see for yourself the scores of this test."

"The average separation of 30 points is a big difference, let alone sprinting for the college entrance examination, I think you have to re-read the junior high school at your level!"

Meng Guowei, the teacher in charge of the class, raised his voice as he roared so loudly that he could hear it in half of the corridor outside the office: "I didn't talk about any of these questions in class. They are all sub-questions! I'll sprinkle rice on the test paper. Jimeng has more correct questions than you, what the hell is going on-did you come to school to study or to mess around?!"

Xu Sheng has been standing in the office for six minutes.

I don't know how many times I have heard similar words. He looked far away and landed on the wall clock behind Meng Guowei. By the way, he guessed that it should be the classic phrase "get off as soon as possible if you don't want to learn".

really.

Meng Guowei patted the detained test papers in his hand on the corner of the table with a "slap": "I don't care what you used to be. Since you are now in the second and seventh class of high school, please be honest. If you don't want to study hard, get out early! "

Xu Sheng looked very sleepy, closed his eyes a little, and made it clear that he didn't want to listen to nonsense.

Meng Guowei: "..."

Although Meng Guowei's words were cruel, he felt guilty in his heart.

He actually didn't dare to talk to this student, but after all, he had just taken over, so he had to give him a prestige.

The school had just been divided into classes in the second year of high school. The school didn't know what to think about. It probably wanted to balance it. He put two firsts in his class-and added the first grade and the last one.

The teenager standing at his desk is out of touch with the environment in the entire office.

The students in and out of the office are all dressed in school uniforms. He is the only one wearing a black T-shirt with graffiti. It is hard to tell what the graffiti is.

The young man was tall and thin, with eyes downcast, as if he hadn't slept enough in his early study.To that stop, it seemed that nothing was in sight.

This is the first time that Meng Guowei has been coaching for so many years as a problematic student who has never worn school uniforms.

Linjiang Sixth Middle School is also a key school.Although it is not among the best in the key points of the A area, the score line has just barely touched the tail, and it has just been promoted from Pu Gao two years ago.

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

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

Meng Guowei: "That's not true."

Xu Sheng pondered for a while: "Did the surveillance capture it?"

Meng Guowei: "...Neither."

Xu Sheng made it clear that he had confirmed that leaving school was done by himself, and then answered frankly, "I did not leave school."

"..."

Meng Guowei organizes language in his brain and wants to say something more.

But Xu Sheng is really impatient.

"Teacher," he said openly, "if it's because of grades, it's okay to talk about it. The lessons you teach you, as to whether you learn or how much you learn, are my own business. You really don't need to tell me this."

Xu Sheng's voice is not loud. The noisy office is full of the sound of flipping books, the sounds of teachers assigning tasks, and the chatting and laughing of students when they enter and leave. He said these words casually and unobtrusively.

Meng Guowei heard it clearly, and was shocked by these casual and arrogant remarks. He said for a long time: "What are you talking about? Is this the attitude of talking to the teacher-then what else are you going to school? !"

Xu Sheng met his eyes without evasive.

Only then did Meng Guowei realize that the boy in front of him violated the school rules and regulations not only "not wearing school uniform", he even wore an ear stud on his right ear, and a layer of silver surrounded by black chalcedony. This one is not low-key. The black stud earrings were half-shaded by broken hair.

What school are you coming to?

This sentence was repeated a few times in Xu Sheng's mind.

"Just think I'm here to mess around." After a long while, Xu Sheng stretched out his hand, took the test paper from the table, grabbed it in his hand and said indifferently, "Leave me alone."

In the entire class, only Xu Sheng's test paper was detained. When he entered the class with the test paper, the enthusiastic class instantly calmed down, just as if someone pressed the still button for a movie that had been broadcast well.

A boy in the front row of the classroom pouted his buttocks, and his upper body was attached to the desk. He stretched out his hand to grab the cookies of the second row of classmates. After seeing him in, he kept this posture strangely.

"The school boss is too murderous," the boy whispered, "I dare not move. I'm so tired. Give me a piece of your cookie..."

For all the students in the second and seventh class of senior high school, from the moment they saw the placement chart, the only thing left to describe their mood was the word suffocation.

Two days ago, the whole year stood in fear at the school gate.

"What class is Xu Sheng in?"

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

"What is your luck, brother, hold on, there are two years left in high school, isn't it two years? Time flies like a white horse, and it will soon pass."

Who is Xu Sheng?

The famous school bully.

The school is notoriously heterogeneous.

Because he didn’t wear school uniforms in the first year of high school, the grade director made several fires. He asked him to stand and call his parents. He also asked him to stand in front of the school to review. In the end, there was no effect. Don't wear it.

Linjiang No. 6 Middle School, which has a strong faculty and rigorous school spirit, has been digging forward for more than ten years without finding a second place with the school motto of "civilized and harmonious, diligent and realistic".

Xu Sheng passed them to the last row.

Even though the T-shirt and jeans he wears are out of the office, it still doesn't fit in with the surrounding atmosphere, and it looks even more eye-catching among the gray-blue school uniforms in the classroom.

He was tall and was late for the report that day. There were only two vacancies left in the class, except for the last row.The other vacant seat is on his left, across the aisle, and has been vacant since yesterday, saying that he took leave.

Xu Sheng didn't care who the absent person was. He dragged the chair out and planned to continue to sleep. When he dragged the chair, the boy in the front row couldn't hold back his pen and shook.

Xu Sheng thought for a while, holding a chair, leaned down slightly, and patted him on the shoulder with his other hand.

The pen in the boy's hand almost didn't fly out, so he had to turn around, "You...what's your order?"

Xu Sheng: "Don't you squeeze."

"what?"

Xu Sheng pointed to the boy's chest tightly on the edge of the desk, and visually observed that the range of motion he left for himself was no more than 30 cm. If he wanted to go to the toilet, he had to slide down, squat down, and drill under the desk. Go out this way, and ask again: "Aren't you crowded?"

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

Of course I squeeze, but I dare not say! Don't dare to get too close to you!

Xu Sheng waited hard for a reply, and simply backhanded his desk back a little.

In the first English class in the morning, Xu Sheng was about to go down to meet Zhou Gong in advance, and the window beside him was knocked twice.

A few heads tried their best to open the window, and came in from the corridor: "Boss."

Xu Sheng put his hands on the back of his neck and tilted his head slightly when he heard the voice: "I want to sleep, let go of the fart."

The guy who leads this wave of people has the most popular thick bangs. His skin is a bit dark, but he looks very energetic. He sighed and said, "We are too far apart this time. Class, start and end, how can you play games together after class?"

Although Xu Sheng is famous, most people avoid him, but at this young age, boys sometimes do not need any special conditions to play together, just playing two games.Xu Sheng's popularity is really not bad. During the first year of high school, after every get out of class, there was always a circle of people in the back row of the classroom.

Sometimes, game technology can be more practical than academic performance.

The fate of Xu Sheng and Zhang Feng playing the game for the first time started with his first review in front of the school. At that time, Xu Sheng concluded the last sentence after reading the review, "I was wrong, but I don’t guarantee that I won’t Repeat offense."

After that, the whole school was in an uproar.

After getting off the flag-raising platform, Zhang Feng said to him sincerely: "**** you, you are a bit awesome."

Zhang Feng said again: "Did you go to the teacher's office just now? I heard that you made your classmate Meng very angry."

Xu Sheng was noncommittal.

After feeling sigh, Zhang Feng continued to work hard to peek into their class from the window. This time he not only stuck his head in, but also squeezed his upper body in, and looked around in the second and seventh class of the high school.

Xu Sheng was overwhelmed. He leaned back. He had long legs. Even with his legs bent, he still stepped out for a long distance: "What the hell are you here for."

Zhang Feng confided his true purpose: "Let's come to learn from God."

Xu Sheng, who was patronizing the test and sleeping, didn't care who the classmates had: "?"

"No, it seems that the word is not appropriate enough, it should be paying homage, yes, I am here to pay homage to learning God," Zhang Feng said, "——It was the first place in the school entrance examination and the first prize of the municipal league in the first grade of high school. Make a big-character poster and post it on the honor wall at the entrance of the school. Don’t you know, your class is creative this year, one you, one learns God."

Xu Sheng suddenly smiled when he heard this.

He waved to Zhang Feng: "Come here, come closer and say."

Zhang Feng leaned forward defenselessly.

Xu Sheng simply rolled up the test paper brought back from the office just now and knocked on his head: "Are you fucking looking for a fight? If you look at Xueshen, you can look at Xueshen, and you're still pulling? Today, I asked you to stand and stand sideways. Going out is pretty creative, do you want to try?"

"I was wrong, big brother, I shouldn't arrange you," Zhang Feng bent over and hid, while hiding and muttering, "but big brother, how come I haven't found anyone for a long time, have your class come together?"

People did not come together.

Xu Sheng threw the test papers on the table, his eyes swept across the narrow aisle beside him, and landed on the empty seat beside him.

In the teacher's office.

The class bell rang, and Meng Guowei was still immersed in the conversation with the problematic student in the new class just now, unable to extricate himself for a long time.

A teacher passed by him with a lesson plan, watching that he was still studying Xu Sheng’s scores, and stopped and said, "Mr. Meng, don’t think too much about that kid’s doing this all the time. What happened to several teachers during the first year of high school? It's useless to catch him. If it doesn't work, let it go. It's really not every student wants to study hard."

Meng Guowei is different from other teachers, and his temper rushes up: "I still don't believe it. I can't cure him. Meng Guowei has not given up the word in the dictionary for more than 20 years."

"..."

"Teacher Meng, I support you mentally," the teacher looked at the time and said, "Hey, let's not talk about it, I have to go to class."

However, there are other teachers who are interested in this topic, and they asked while reviewing the homework: "Lao Meng, do you have any ideas."

Meng Guowei was pondering for a long time, and read several books "How to Guide Students Correctly", which really made him come up with an idea: "He may be resistant to the teacher. I am going to try one belt one and find a good student to lead him. ."

As Meng Guowei said, he took out another stack of test papers beside his hand.

Xu Sheng was not the only one who was detained with the test papers. Originally there was another stack of papers beside Xu Sheng’s stack of test papers, but the reason for the detention was completely different-Xu Sheng’s test was really bad, and this stack was pure. The answer was too good, and I was left directly by the teacher as an example, printed several copies and distributed among the classes.

Except for language deduction of six points, other subjects almost get full marks.

At the top of the test paper stack, the first line reads: Linjiang Sixth Middle School's 2019 high school sophomore final exam, math paper, full score 150, score: 150.

Candidate's name: Shao Zhan.

Shao Zhan.

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

The teacher of each subject entered the door with a sentence "This time you guess who the first grade is. Forget it, don't guess, there is no suspense, but I still have to say that Shao Zhan scored more than 20 points for the second grade this time."

Then he sent down more than 30 copies of the high-score test papers: "Look at people's ideas for solving problems, and then look at you."

Originally, Xu Sheng didn't know which Shao which accounted. The test paper came from the head of the row. He reached out and took it. He planned to throw it to the side. He accidentally saw the handwriting on the photocopy roll.

It's not that he wants to read it, the main character is really hard to ignore.

The pen is strong and the writing is a bit cursive. Xu Sheng himself is also a "cursive" writer, but this cursive style is very good at first glance, which is different from his kind of casual drawing.

Some classmates have already started to say: "The word "Learning God..." I can't write it like this even after ten years of practice. Is this a word that humans can write?

"Shao poor," the teacher looked at Xu Sheng when 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. I can't get the face points."

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

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

Sleep, play games, go to the hallway to stop.

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 in the belly of the table before he stood up slowly, "Teacher, I didn't hear clearly, can you say it again?"

The biology teacher watched the student sitting in the corner and played on the mobile phone for most of the class without a person. He was full of fire, and immediately calmed down: "There is a book, do you know which page we are talking about? "The biology teacher held back his anger, and showed him a clear path, "page four."

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

“……”

The whole class was silent.

"Ah," Xu Sheng realized something from this dead silence, "This is not an English class?"

Two minutes later, Xu Sheng took the mobile phone and the power bank that came from the same table and walked outside the classroom, standing with his back against the railing, and passing the open classroom door, indirectly, he had a face-to-face meeting with the classmates of the sixth class next door.

The phone vibrated twice.

It's a message from Zhang Feng.

-Boss, are you punished again?

-roll.

-I thought that we couldn't see you very often at such a distance, but I found that almost every lesson, when I looked up out of the corridor, I saw your heroic appearance.

-You also stand up for a while, you can see me more clearly.

-That’s not necessary...I just waved at you, can I see it?

Xu Sheng raised his eyes and saw the place near the window at the end of the corridor. He really stretched out a hand.

He lowered his head again and replied: F*ck, are you stupid?

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

Xu Sheng didn't reply in time, he withdrew from the chat box. Recently, there was a person lying quietly in the contact list, and the note was "Mom".

The message was received two days ago.

[Mom]: Are you at school yet?

[Mom]: If you are not willing to let you live at home, go to class, and I will leave you alone. If you really can't go in, graduate the head office smoothly.

[Mom]: Sophomore in high school, I didn't let you study for me. What are you going to do in the future like this?!

Xu Sheng glanced twice, his expression was not fluctuating, and then he replied "OK" to Zhang Feng.

After returning, he put the phone back into his trouser pocket, moved his fingers, and inadvertently pressed his index finger on the second joint of his thumb with a click.

The biology teacher was writing on the blackboard, and he glanced outside inadvertently, and found that none of the boys in the corridor were standing straight, leaning on the railing as if they were boneless, so he frowned and turned away.

Jingle Bell--

The school bell rang.

The biology teacher put down the chalk: "Okay, let's end the class. I asked the class representative to take a few additional questions in the group... and the one outside, come in." The biology teacher said this, and took another look in the corridor.

The corridors were empty, and there were still people. Xu Sheng consciously dismissed get out of class early pinching the bell.

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, jewelry shops, snack shops...There is also a black Internet cafe that can access the Internet without an ID card.

The Internet cafe was opened in a concealed manner. Enter through the back door of the small restaurant, go up to the second floor, and open the glass door.

Xu Sheng is a frequent visitor to that Internet cafe.

Zhang Feng didn't live at school. When he packed up his schoolbags and ran over with a few brothers, Xu Sheng had already occupied the machine in the corner. The uncle didn't play games, but he wore headphones and stepped on the edge of the chair with one leg bent, and he slumped there to watch a movie.

"What's this? Why is there no plot?" Zhang Feng paid the money and flung his schoolbag on the ground casually, and waited for the boot process to move over to look at Xu Sheng's computer screen. For a long time, he found that he couldn't understand it, so he had to turn to the title. "...The power of BBC art, f*ck me, documentary?"

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

Zhang Feng issued a soul question: "You watch 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 seriously. He raised his hand and moved the earphones back so that he could listen to Zhang Feng's words: "The news broadcast hasn't started yet at seven."

Zhang Feng: "....."

Xu Sheng closed the documentary: "I'm joking, play the game."

Xu Sheng played a few games with them, during which Zhang Feng answered the phone, his mother cursed on the other side of the phone, "You are going to die, what time are you not going home", Zhang Feng opened his eyes and said nonsense: "I have a few questions that I don't understand, so I stay and ask my classmates..."

Zhang Feng's mother didn't believe in the nonsense of his child: "You fart! Is your classmate by your side? Why didn't I hear someone talking about it?"

Zhang Feng was desperate, so he had to cast his helpless eyes on Xu Sheng.

Xu Sheng typed on the keyboard while cooperating with him, and said in a modest manner: "This question is actually quite simple."

Zhang Feng's eyes motioned to him, 'if you can do it, you can do it more.'

Xu Sheng: "I said you write."

Xu Sheng pretended to be like that, and the ending prolonged a half beat: "'Solution', colon."

Zhang Feng: "....."

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

Xu Sheng: "Then we can see the next question."

"....."

Fortunately, Zhang Feng's mother couldn't hear exactly what Xu Sheng had said over the phone: "Then you come back early after talking to your classmates. Mom made your favorite braised pork."

Zhang Feng was so urged that he couldn't drag him anymore, and before he got off the plane, he screamed inwardly: He couldn't find someone to ask for help. I am afraid that even the black Internet cafes and network managers are more thorough than the one next to him!

Zhang Feng hung up the phone: "Boss, you talk about the topic, you really get through at one point."

Xu Sheng cleared the line of troops and said, "You're welcome."

"Then I'll go back first," Zhang Feng said before leaving, "Don't be too late. This is just beginning of school, so it's not good to be caught."

Xu Sheng unscrewed the mineral water bottle on the side, and responded with an extremely perfunctory response.

"You go back," Xu Sheng said, "They can't catch me."

Xu Sheng was soaking in the Internet cafe until dark. When the BBC documentary saw the end, he looked a little tired. He tilted his head back, took off his headphones and planned to buy some food at the front desk.

In addition to instant noodles at the front desk, there were some duck legs and chicken feet. Xu Sheng glanced at it. He really didn't have any appetite. Finally, he only took a mint from the side.

After buying, I took one out and put it in my mouth, opened the door and went to the stairwell to breathe.

Without taking two steps, there was a "bang" from the pile of debris in the stairwell.

"Just that little money?"

"Tomorrow's breakfast money is here too, it's really gone..." It was a boy, his voice was only promise.

boom--!

The sound of kicking things over again.

"I told you that if you don't make two hundred dollars this time, don't blame us for being polite," the kicker said in a rough voice, "are you looking for a beating?"

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

There are mixed fish and dragons, and it is not uncommon for this to happen.

The candy in Xu Sheng's mouth was extremely cold. He leaned against the wall and listened for a while, then bit the candy into pieces, and then walked casually to the groceries.

There were four people standing in the circle surrounded by groceries. They were dyed with ancestral social yellow hair. They didn't wear school uniforms. They probably weren't the students of No.6 Middle School. The gray-blue school uniform on the surrounded body was very conspicuous.

"Sorry, let me go, I will definitely give it to you tomorrow, tomorrow..."

The four yellow hairs counted the more than one hundred dollars in their hands, then looked at each other and laughed: "Tomorrow? Tomorrow is not the same."

They didn't laugh for long, because the man with the money was patted on the shoulder from behind as soon as the voice fell.

"——Who?!"

"It doesn't matter who I am," Xu Sheng stepped forward and put his hand on the man's shoulder, just like the brothers. The words in 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, but with this face, he can still make a lot of return in school.

Black T-shirt, dark blue jeans, earrings.

Except for this outfit that doesn't look like a serious student, Xu Sheng's eyebrows are exquisite and sharp, and the tails of his eyes are slightly raised. He looks absent-minded, but there is still a bit of wildness in his eyes, which can be seen by anyone. I think this looks like a bad student who is often posted with disciplinary notices.

The most important thing is that it looks more like a grab for money than them.

"You..." The bad boy who took the money was lowered by his posture, choked and said, "Are you also here to grab the money?"

Xu Sheng smiled: "You can understand it this way."

Xu Sheng put down the hands on his shoulders, moved his wrists, and asked casually: "How much have you taken from him one after another? Do you want to wait for me to do it, or you can take it yourself."

Bad boy: "....."

The four yellow hairs were scared away.

He was only sixteen or seventeen years old, and he came out to frighten people casually. The persimmons were picky and squeezed. When they encountered someone that looked harder than them, he didn't dare to be arrogant.

I didn't care about anything, I just took out all the money I could get in my pocket and threw it on the ground, saying "I'm sorry, I don't know this is your site" and then ran down the stairs.

Xu Sheng bent down to pick up the money scattered on the ground, folded it neatly and squatted down.

The person in the No. 6 middle school uniform was still sitting on the ground shivering. Seeing Xu Sheng squatting down, his first reaction was: "I really have no money, I really have no money..." TAT。

Xu Sheng: "....."

Do I look like a money grabber?

Xu Sheng didn't say anything. He just stuffed the stack of money into his hands, got up and walked back, opened the door of the Internet cafe, and threw a sentence: "This kind of place, don't come anymore."

Xu Sheng stayed in the Internet cafe until almost nine o'clock before getting off the plane.

The outside was completely dark, and the street lights on both sides of the road extended along the street.

The school locks the school door at half past six, but the dormitory building is open until ten o'clock, but if you can't get into the school, it will be useless even if it is open until dawn.

Xu Sheng detoured to the back door of the school.

The back door of the school and the dormitory building are next to each other. They are closed all year round. The rusty iron door is tied with a thick iron chain. The entire wall just surrounds the boys’ dormitory building. The one closest to the wall is the second-year high school. The front and back doors are almost facing each other.

He stepped on the stone under the wall and turned up on the wall.The boy is tall and has long legs and turned effortlessly. With his back bent and stretched in an arc, he let go of his hand, swinging one leg down, and was about to jump down

——

But I saw a person walking across.

The man was tall, carrying a schoolbag on one shoulder, and his school uniform cuffs were rolled up, revealing half of his wrist.The gray-blue school uniform, which was ranked third last in the district, was worn on him, and he couldn't tell the difference.

It was too far away to see what he looked like, and when someone walked to the street light, Xu Sheng discovered a more important problem.

He cursed in a low voice.

F*ck.

Good luck.

His record of leaving school without leaking over the wall was ruined today.

It is a felony to enter and leave the school without permission. It is marked in bold and heavy on the first page of the school rules. Those who violate the school rules will be reviewed and punished by the whole school.

Although Xu Sheng has always violated the rules, the current number of arrests is very small. If there is no definite personal evidence, he will just get mixed up. He opened his eyes and said that he had never done this, and the teacher could not help him.

When he was in the first year of high school, his relationship with his teacher was even quite good.

Although the first reaction of the teachers of all subjects when mentioning the name "Xu Sheng" was a headache, the relationship between people is very wonderful, and scolding can also bring out feelings.

There are too many times to go in and out of the office, and it is difficult to be unfamiliar.

In short, he is not afraid of this, but it is always troublesome.

Xu Sheng sat on the fence and didn't jump for a while, or did he jump.

At night, the hot and noisy cicadas fainted at noon in summer, and the street lights elongated the reflection. The young man on the wall held on the edge of the wall with one hand and hesitated for a while, and finally jumped off.

"You haven't seen anything, and no one has jumped off this wall." Xu Sheng patted the wall dust off his hand, stepped forward, and said in a tone that is not really negotiable, "...understand ?"

When the distance was close, Xu Sheng could see clearly what the person looked like.

Taller than him.

A school uniform is well-dressed, with the button up to the top of the clothes, even a bit too well... But is the No. 6 middle school uniform look so good to wear? Xu Sheng's thoughts crooked.

There is only one word left, cold.

The coldness was not brought about by his looks, but the indescribable and indescribable temperament in him.

In fact, the person in front of him looks pretty good. The young boy has deep eyes and deep double eyelids. The broken black hair covers his forehead, adding coldness. Xu Sheng believes that the aesthetic standards have always been relatively high. Looking at the school as a whole, he can admit that he is "good looking". Apart from himself, there are only teachers and directors who occasionally need to strategically flatter and say "you are handsome".

However, the man didn't look at him at all, and walked past him into the dormitory building.

The uncle the dormitory heard the sound and opened the window. He seemed to be familiar with the classmate in school uniform, and said enthusiastically, "I'm back? Are you all right at home?"

"It's okay." His voice was also cold, but it was a little low.

"It's okay," the uncle supervisor opened the attendance book and handed over the pen, "eliminate the fakes, and you can sign up here."

"Master," said the school uniform after signing, "There's another thing."

"Is the dormitory screen broken?" said the old master, "Hey, many people have come to tell me in the past few days that it has been reported to the school today, saying that it is a unified application for repair in a few days."

"not this."

As soon as Xu Sheng stepped up a step, he heard the school uniform say: "The one over there, doesn't wear school uniform."

The next sentence is: "He just came in through the back door."

"..."

Xu Sheng almost stepped on empty.

When it comes to this, the old master do not understand.He took the attendance book, then patted the booklet on the table and shouted: "The student who doesn't wear school uniform, please keep it and come here."

Two minutes later, Xu Sheng was rushed into the dormitory lounge by the dormitory uncle.

Standing next to him was the school uniform.

It's just that he is the one being tried, and the uniform is the jury.

The uncle Su Guan "banged" the door shut. It seemed that he had nothing to do these days. He finally let him catch a person. He planned to take a good trial: "Which one of you will talk about it first? What's the matter?" A plastic stool, sitting in front of them, turned to Xu Sheng, "He said you came in through the back door?"

Xu Sheng burst into 10,000 swear words in his heart.

If his English scores are acceptable, he can scold him 10,000 more in other languages.

"What do you mean," Xu Sheng asked in a low voice, "didn't we say it?"

The school uniform was looking at him right now. Xu Sheng heard this person's indifferent tone, and asked unkindly: "We?"

"..."

F*ck!

Uncle Su Guan urged: "What's the matter for you, who turned in?"

Xu Sheng had no choice but to hum.

Uncle Su Guan: "What did you go out to do over the wall."

Xu Sheng picked and picked in his mind, and finally found a reasonably well-founded answer: "Freedom."

Uncle Supervisor: "Why do I need to go outside of school to relax?!"

Xu Sheng: "The study pressure is too great."

If this is heard by Meng Guowei or any teacher in the high school teaching department, he will collapse on the spot: What pressure do you have to study? Have you studied, where is the pressure.

"..." Uncle Su Guan said grumpily, "No matter how stressful you are to study, you can't just go over the wall casually. If every student is like you, there will be no order in the school."

People had to bow their heads under the eaves, Xu Sheng sighed: "You are right."

"The current students really don't take the school rules seriously. It is written in Article 3 of the school rules. Students must enter and exit strictly according to the school regulations!"

The uncle of the dormitory wanted to change the school rules to suppress this student and let him understand his mistakes more deeply. However, the school has many regulations. If you have to memorize it all at once, you may not be able to recite it. I start to get stuck in the middle of reading: "No. , Must not..."

A low, cold voice took over.

"It is forbidden to climb the wall and enter or leave the school recklessly. Those who enter or leave the school in violation of the above regulations will be punished according to the severity of the circumstances.

Xu Sheng sighed in his heart, and said to his heart where this is the best product.

The school rules are reversed.

"Uncle," the school uniform seemed to not want to stand on the side. After he finished speaking, he looked down at the phone time and asked, "Can I go now."

Su Guan's attitude towards him was far from that of Xu Sheng. To one was as warm as spring, and to the other... Xu Sheng was the other.

The uncle supervisor smiled: "Okay, go, go back and check the windows. If you have any problems, report it to me tomorrow."

Xu Sheng felt that the uncle Su Guan was in a good mood now, and then asked, "Can I go too?"

The smile on Uncle Su Guan's face was fleeting: "You stay with me, this account has not been settled yet."

"..."

It took Xu Sheng another five or six minutes before the master supervisor let go, waved his hand, and said: "Okay, it's not difficult for you, do it according to the rules, go back and write a 500-word review... Have you ever written a review before? ?"

The review itself is a trivial matter, but Linjiang Sixth Middle School has a perverted rule. The cumulative calculation of the number of words in the review is 500 words for the first time and 1,000 words for the second time.

As for Xu Shenggao, because of the incident of not wearing school uniforms, he had already written six or seven copies of reviews of all sizes.

In other words, his review tonight needs to write three thousand words.

Xu Sheng forced himself not to think about the back of the school uniform just now, so as not to do anything to bully his classmates: "I have written...I am quite experienced."

But Xu Sheng still couldn't help it. He opened the door, put his hand on the doorknob, and stopped for two seconds, then let go: "Uncle, that was just now."

Master Suguan: "?"

Xu Sheng said his words were as calm as possible: "Who is he, what is his name, his class, and the number of his bedroom."

Xu Sheng didn't wait for the uncle to answer, and then forced himself to calm down. He turned the doorknob open and said, "Forget it, don't tell me, I'm afraid I can't control it."

The more confused the old master in charge heard, "???"

Xu Sheng wrote a review overnight, and the word floated so that no one knew him except him. At the beginning of the review, he wrote the word "Foot" with sincerity, and then marked it with restraint after finishing the review.

For this review, Xu Sheng didn't go to bed until two o'clock. When he woke up the next day, he had missed early self-study. When he grabbed the review book and walked out of the dormitory, it happened to be in the exercise for raising the flag.

The national anthem floated from the playground.

The five-star red flag rose to the top and fluttered in the wind.

Xu Sheng passed through several classes, only then saw Meng Guowei standing with his hand standing with his hand standing with his hand standing next to his hand: "Teacher, I'm late."

Meng Guowei was awakened by a phone call from the dean of education early in the morning: "Your class Xu Sheng was caught over the wall last night. He has seriously violated school rules and must be educated and reviewed by the school!"

He had never thought that this student could commit a crime in such a short period of time.

"No later," Meng Guowei is now unexpectedly calm, "It's not too late," Meng Guowei is now unexpectedly calm, "You came just in time, just in time for the review."

"..."

Xu Sheng also unexpectedly reacted to Meng Guowei's reaction: "...Are you in a good mood today?"

Meng Guowei: "People often do not shed tears when they are extremely sad."

On the flag-raising stage, a student representative took the microphone and began to announce the punishment notice: "Student Xu Sheng from the second seventh grade of our school violated school discipline and school rules and went over the wall to enter and exit the school last night. The nature is bad. Please ask Xu Sheng to come on stage Review the teachers and students of the school."

The whole school exploded as soon as this sentence came out.

For them, the new semester has just begun.Even without the two-day test and paper commentary, today is the first day in the true sense.

On the first day of the new semester, there will be a fresh review for the schoolmaster.

"This is too awesome," someone whispered, "what kind of speed."

In fact, Xu Sheng himself was quite surprised. He always knew what he was doing. If there was no unknown classmate behind a yin person, he would not have gone to the stage of review.

So the teachers and students of the school watched as a young man walked out of the thousands of people in the audience. Although it was morning, the whole turf was still hot with gold.

He was still wearing a T-shirt with a loose hem and stepped up the steps.

Xu Sheng took the microphone from the classmate on the side. There was a short and harsh noise during the handover of the microphone. Then there was a blatant and casual voice that was unique to boys of this age. The voice was "hello" first. Then said: "Dear teachers and classmates."

Everyone thought that the review had already begun.

However, the voice changed: "My review time may be a bit long this time. Before I start the review, I want to give some advice to school leaders."

Xu Sheng's paragraph is out of manuscript, and he didn't even open the review book: "Can we set a limit on the number of words accumulated in the review? Otherwise, when the accumulated words will accumulate to 30,000 words, I am fine. Other students have to go to class."

Meng Guowei understood that when he was extremely sad, not only would there be no tears, but his breathing and heartbeat would suddenly stop.When Xu Sheng got off the stage, he took a deep breath and said, "Xu Sheng-come to my office before you go to class."

Meng Guowei was still preparing for the "One Belt One" plan last night.

Classmate Shao Zhan in their class is excellent in character and learning, a good student in the eyes of teachers and classmates, and a child from another family in the eyes of parents.If Xu Sheng can communicate with such excellent students more, I believe that after one semester, he will discover the true path of life and establish a correct learning outlook and values.

There are no students who do not teach well, only teachers who do not work hard.

So Xu Sheng stood in the teacher's office for less than three minutes and found that Meng Guowei's conversation with him was different from what he expected.

Meng Guowei scolded and scolded, and the topic changed after scolding: "I just split into classes, are you not familiar with the classmates yet?"

Xu Sheng handed it in for the review. Meng Guowei glanced down at the whole story. He didn't know how he finished reading it. The first crossed out "****" was written very clearly.

Xu Sheng finished the review and said, "Isn't that..." Not very familiar.

Before the word'familiar' can be said, Meng Guowei said: "It doesn't matter if you are unfamiliar, you should take the initiative to interact with students, actively participate, and get familiar with more contacts. In this way, I will introduce you to our classmate Shao Zhan."

Shao Zhan.

The name Xu Sheng has an impression.

It was Zhang Feng who talked about it for a long time yesterday, but didn't see him, who scored more than 20 or 20 points in his grade.

But this sounds wrong.

What kind of shao?

Meng Guowei took a sip of water and wanted to talk about the posture of three days and three nights: "My classmate Shao Zhan..."

Meng Guowei and Xu Sheng thought completely differently. He thought he had made it clear enough yesterday: You don't care about me, I won't provoke you, everyone is in peace.

This is going to put other teachers aside, so I don’t want to spend more energy on him.

Although Xu Sheng didn't know exactly what medicine Meng Guowei sold in the gourd, he straightened up and interrupted: "I don't want to know it."

He was obviously a step late in saying this.

There was a sound from behind:

"report."