After Shao Zhan's words, the discussion in the class stopped abruptly.

The classroom is as silent.

Class seven classmates quickly established the class group after knowing the division table, and for the time being, there was no teacher. The original intention of Jian Qun was to have a place to cry with his comrades -in -arms, look forward to the life of his devil -like high school in advance, and encourage each other to survive each other by the way.

In addition to the teachers and school tyrants are not in the group, the academic god is not there. Xuechen is not in the group. It is entirely due to the admiration of idols. Sorry to add friends, let alone Shao Zhan ask for fake, and there are people who have been in the same class in the same class and Shao Zhan say that he does not look at the class group.

Unexpectedly, it was the opportunity to talk about gossip.

In this weird silence, someone in the class was the first to speak.

[Classmate A]: Wow.

[Classmate B]: That, what is the situation? Looks not right?

[Classmate C]: I have a news that is not guaranteed. It is said that the school tyrants were caught when they were caught by the school.

[Classmate A]: Wonderful, where are you from here?

[Classmate C]: The cousin of the cousin of my classmate is the second uncle. I heard from him. Although the relationship is a bit far away, it should still be credible.

[Classmate D]: Isn't this school hegemony and the god of God? Isn't this beam? It is worthy of the scholarship. Even the school hegemony dares to move. Do the warriors know? @李 李 李

[Li Mingyong]: ... I don't know.

[Classmate D]: I dare not look back, the Warriors broadcast, what reaction now?

[Li Mingyong]: ... I dare not see it.

[Classmate D]: Be brave! Is it a man!

Li Mingyong returned after more than ten seconds: the reaction ... it looks a bit dangerous.

Xu Sheng's mouth had just bite into a few pieces of sugar, the taste was special, and a brain rushed up, and he suddenly stunned him.

After the first thought of the first thought is: you, he, mother, are you sick?

Only Shao Zhan was like nothing, throwing the plastic rod into the trash can, opened the seat and sat down with Xu Sheng, who said wide, narrow, and narrow.

"Why is it so quiet today?" The math teacher took the triangle and entered the door. She thought that she would have been chaotic in a pot for a few minutes late.

The mathematics teacher is not very old, less than thirty years old, short hair, fiercely popular. She put down the triangle and picked a chalk from the chalk box. Let's do it, do you do it? "

Everyone flipped through the books, and only the sound of the book for a while.

Xu Sheng used all the qualities and rationality of his life, so he did not rush to ask if you were sick.

He originally planned to make up for the class, and he was not sleepy at this moment. He opened the book and followed the teacher to listen to her two formulas.

Listening to understand is another matter.

Xu Sheng managed to relieve his strength. Halfway in the class, the news from Zhang Feng made his only reason to burn the only reason.

Zhang Feng: heard that the gods grab you lollipop to eat?

Xu Sheng: ...

Zhang Feng eats melon -hearted: Is it true? Just the news of the passing from the fourth class, why did he grab your sugar?

This kind of rumor was passed on to ten, and it passed to the back of the whole taste. He could pass from the grandfather of Xiao Ming to pass a hundred years old and passed into Xiaoming without grandpa.

Xu Sheng: You are all boring.

Xu Sheng: No sugar.

Xu Sheng: He

Xu Sheng's phrase "he is a neurosis" has not finished, and the table along the table is knocked.

"Mobile phone," Shao Zhan said, "I received it."

When Shao Zhan said this, he didn't even turn his head, but he stretched out his hand to knock on his table two times in the class gap, and he couldn't open the aisle between one or two groups in the classroom, but the distance of a arm.

Xu Sheng first laughed and laughed.

He licked the rear fangs, threw the phone directly into the belly of the table, and "banged".

He felt that he was going to endure again.

When Xu Sheng was really angry, his face was habitual with a little smile. It was the same as the threatened person outside the Internet cafe. At first glance, he thought he was calm and calm: "What do you mean?"

Li Mingyong dragged his chair and moved to the side.

Shao Zhan ticked the focus on the pages of the book pages. He was actually too lazy to eat the sugar and mobile phone on the side. Because the class teacher hinted several times in the office, he barely squeezed out a trace of patience and said, " Classes are prohibited in class time. "

Xu Sheng: "I talk about your fart?"

"If you don't understand the four words, if you don't understand, I will change the way," Shao Zhan spit out two words, "shut up."

"..."

The front table also started dragging chairs.

Xu Sheng did not give up, he leaned back, leaning back on the back of the chair, "I only say once, don't care about me."

The temperature drops sharply, and the atmosphere is getting more and more subtle.

"I only said once, I wanted to talk," Shao Zhan looked up. He let go of his hand, fell down, and said with a cold voice, "After talking about 3,500 words."

"..." Xu Sheng had nothing to say.

"Do you talk?" Shao Zhan asked.

"Turn your head back if you don't talk, listen to the class."

Xu Sheng was arrogant and overbearing in Linjiang Sixth Middle School.

He has never seen this kind of not afraid of him, and he also has a posture of "whether you are not convinced, you have to give me me".

The rumors are intensifying. The rumors that do not deal with Xue Shen and school hegemony have been passed from the corridor from the seventh class to the first class. In the end, not only the collective group of the second grade group was shocked, but the whole high and the central region were boiling.

Shao Zhan's "famous" is different from Xu Sheng.

From the beginning of the school in the middle school entrance examination, let's not talk about the whole grade on the first day of the school, and almost the whole school knows that the Sixth Middle School has come to a Xueba.

The No. 1 school number, regardless of the big test and small exams, has not been the first to the first, the permanent guest of the first test room, the more posters at the school gate are more and more posted, all of which are awards.

In short, it is really difficult to connect the two.

Playing with mobile phones, passing notes, sleeping, eating, and reading comics are all a thing of the past for Xu Sheng, but the school rules are inexplicably memorized a lot, which led Zhang Feng to send a message to ask whether to go to the Internet cafe at night, he almost replied : It is strictly forbidden to go out after school.

When Xu Sheng replied to the news, the school bell had already rang, he unplugged the power bank, and went back to his side: go.

The last class was adjusted to the previous class, and it was still biology, just like yesterday.

The biology teacher arranged the homework on the stage, compared the selected homework questions with the class representative, and glanced at Xu Sheng as he walked out.

She just hit a nail on Xu Sheng yesterday, and the old and new hatred mixed together. It was the first time she saw such an unruly student. She was determined to clean up and said in a deep voice, "Xu Sheng, come out for a while."

The biology teacher stepped on high heels and walked over several rows of empty desks and chairs. He took him to a place at the end of the corridor where no one passed by and stopped: "Have you not handed in your homework yet?"

Xu Sheng found a railing nearby and leaned on it, hummed: "No."

The crowd from the nearby class was pouring out, and the biology teacher was angry: "If you can't write, just listen to the class! Just say one word?"

Xu Sheng's left ear went in and the right ear went out. Hearing these kinds of conversations too much really didn't hurt.

I can even take a moment to look at the murals hanging on the wall in the corridor. There is a portrait of a character in the gray-brown photo frame. Below is an inspirational quote.

He was called back by the biology teacher saying "what do you want to do in the future".

The biology teacher spoke sharply, she raised her voice, and pierced it straight like a needle: "What's the difference between you and those who eat and wait to die - there is no idea in your mind, there is nothing you like, I don't know what I'm going to do in the future, just messing around all day."

This wave of people after school finally came to an end, and the corridor was empty, and there were not many people.

Xu Sheng, who has always been eloquent and undefeated against his teacher, did not reply for a long time.

- Boss, how about you?

- I've already played three games in the game. Didn't I say see you in a good old place?

- You can't come yet.

Zhang Feng waited hard in the Internet cafe, and finally grabbed his mobile phone and wrote the last sentence: If you don't come again, my mother will urge me to go home for dinner!

When Xu Sheng regained his senses and found out where he was, he had already got off the bus.

He stood near the station for a while before replying to Zhang Feng: have something to do, so won't come.

In front of you are the familiar alleys and old-fashioned buildings. Even if the walls are repainted every year, it still can't cover the old and disastrous lines inside. the whole street.

Xu Sheng walked along the street for a while, the sky was getting dark, he stopped, and in front of him was a small abandoned warehouse. This warehouse was used to store goods before, and the iron door was already rusted.

Xu Sheng reached into the neckline of his T-shirt and found a copper-yellow key along the inconspicuous thin black rope. He usually looks ostentatious - wearing a black rope around his neck is nothing, and no one pays attention.

Knowing that the door was difficult to open, Xu Sheng grabbed the door handle with one hand and pulled the door tightly, then inserted the key in, twisted it open, and pushed the door open with a harsh "squeak" sound.

This warehouse is only more than 20 square meters. There are many empty paint buckets lying on the ground, and the beams are separated into long strips. What is incompatible with the entire warehouse environment is that there is an easel in the middle of the warehouse.

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

There are drawings on both sides.

A few fan paintings torn from teaching books were pasted on the wall, and a few pages of sketches were scattered around the side of the cargo box. The top one was of Xiaowei.

Xu Sheng didn't know what he was doing here. He closed the warehouse door, stepped up in three or two steps, and sat on the old cargo box for a while under the light from the skylight.

He put one foot up on the bottom rail of the easel, staring at the blank easel in front of him.

Put a blunt 4B pencil in the card slot.

When the only light left from the sunroof came in, Xu Sheng suddenly kicked the ground, got up from the old cargo box, and squeezed the key back to the collar.

The bus time was long, and each hour, Xu Sheng went out and returned to the school just to catch up with the closed school.

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

And don't know why, right eyelids began to jump for no reason.

Xu Sheng had a bad premonition in his heart. When he turned around for three or two, his legs squatted on the wall, and at a glance, he saw the familiar school uniform and found that God might really play him.

"You're idle," Xu Sheng said that this broke for a second and said deeply, "... Squatting me here?"

Although Shao Zhan temporarily took over as the position of disciplinary committee member under Meng Guowei's repeated plea, he did not reach this extent, just coincident: "I'm not so idle."

He was not idle, but turned over the wall just to him, and he couldn't ignore it.

Shao Zhan said, "Go down."

It is 3,500 words for review.

Xu Shengzheng planned to discuss with him, but he was ready to jump down before, and his feet were imbalanced.

Shao Zhan just walked under the wall, and his eyes were white. The clothes on Xu Sheng were blowing up by the wind. Looking at it like a white birds from a distance, this bird could not escape the gravity of the ground. Fall.

"boom"!

In the past time, the wind was surging. don't know where there was a thunderous thunder.