Xu Sheng was about to win in this game. Everyone was qi, especially the few teams with Xu Sheng, and they dared not even get angry with their mobile phones.

"The last one left ..."

"Is he opposite?"

"This king's bureau is like a bronze, there is no difficulty at all, otherwise we will jump directly in the battlefield in the next one."

"Wait for a while," there are too many people around, Xu Sheng leaned back, "I throw a thunder."

He said that he started the test distance. The parabolic line that had just been talked flashed a red light, and the forehead was against something in the next second -he reacted in the next second that it was Shao Zhan's hand.

Shao Zhan's fingers rose up and protruding bone festivals just on his forehead, playing lightly at his head.

"stand up."

The voice of the teenager was cold.

Xu Sheng looked up and saw "himself" standing on the desk, his face was a little colder than the sound. He tentatively said, "I will win immediately, wait for me to finish this game?"

The opposite face is still not very good.

Xu Sheng made up another sentence: "Otherwise, play together?"

Whoever settled could not collapse, and the original vow had long been thrown away by Xu Sheng.

According to Xu Shengping, he never suppressed himself in the day, and to do whatever you want, it was rare to be able to remember who you were. The energy of the "playing game" passed, and every day when I opened my eyes and woke up to find that I was still Shao Zhan. I was helpless to accept it. It was sooner or later.

Both he and Shao Zhan's temperament are far away, that is, the brothers may not be able to perform each other, let alone the two of them are not familiar with it before that.

Since you want to collapse, you will collapse together.

When Xu Sheng saw Shao Zhan retracted his hand, and then said, "Don't play, I want to learn, you have come and talk about the thinking questions left in today's class."

Native

Hold.

Is this fucking the legendary mutual harm?

The thunder in Xu Sheng's hand was lost, the game character was exposed, and he was played by Shao Zhan's mind. He didn't care about the game in the game, and finally reversed.

Record: 2/100.

But no one cares about the record. Compared with the record, the "Xu Sheng" who is going to learn these four words is obviously more careless.

Hou Jun didn't dare to talk to "Xu Sheng", so he had to pat the shoulder of "Zhan Brother": "Brother Zhan? What is the situation?"

Xu Sheng returned his phone to Hou Jun, and he could only help Shao Zhan to collect the mess. He touched his nose and said, "He ... he recently realized the importance of learning with my help, and planned to study again. "

This remark was not lost. Shao Zhan really needed to write questions, and after writing, he gave him the answer.

Now that he has said this, Xu Sheng said two more words by the way: "In fact, he is different from what you think. He is very peaceful and never bully his classmates. ","

"You may have misunderstood him."

"... Yes, is it?"

"He also wants to integrate you into you," Xu Sheng patted Hou Jun's shoulder before he got up.

Hou Jun's open mouth never closed.

It's not without reason that Hou Jun, the class leader, passed the unanimous vote. He pays great attention to the issue of class harmony and takes care of the emotions of every classmate. When he heard this, he turned to look at "Xu Sheng" who was already sitting in his seat, only to see His icy profile.

Could it be that there is actually endless tenderness hidden under this iceberg?

After hearing these words, Hou Jun and other classmates felt exactly the same as Gu Yanwang who listened to Xu Sheng blowing with his eyes closed for ten minutes on the day he just wore it.

Is this the Xu Sheng they knew?

the same person?

Are you sure it's not the same name?

Is there really such a person in the second and seventh class of Linjiang No. 6 Middle School? Why does it sound so unfamiliar?

They didn't think about it.

When it comes to Gu Yanwang, Gu Yanwang will come.

Gu Yanwang had enough to eat and drink, and wanted to come to the high school to visit his classmates after get off work. He walked along the corridor from Class 1 to Class 2 and 7, stopped at the back door of Class 7 and coughed heavily: "Whatever you do, Hou Jun! How did you become the monitor, you don't care about the discipline of the class!"

Several people immediately returned to their seats, and An'an studied at night.

After the evening self-study, maybe the friendship in the game just now was too strong, and Hou Jun and the others warmly invited Brother Zhan to go back to the dormitory together.

"Brother Zhan, which floor do you live on?"

"The third floor," Xu Sheng put away the homework that "Shao Zhan" had just finished, "Let's go together?"

Hou Jun said immediately: "Okay, the Sports Committee and I live upstairs with you, so let's go back together."

Shao Zhan put the cap on, although he did not prevent Xu Sheng from contacting them, nor did he intend to participate in this group of people.

However, as soon as he stood up, Hou Jun seemed to have struggled for a long time and finally gathered up his courage, and said to him, "Xu Sheng, please stay!"

Hou Jun spent the whole evening self-study thinking about what "Shao Zhan" said, which caused him to fail to finish his homework.

Thinking about it carefully, Xu Sheng really didn't do anything inappropriate in the class. It's far from the school bully image of "bullying" his classmates. Although the reasons for those things outside the school are not clear, they really can't be like this because of these things. Deny a classmate!

Too arbitrary!

Moreover, this classmate seems to still want to change the evil and return to the righteous now, and everyone has said that he wants to learn.

Of course, none of these things are important. The most important thing is that those words came from the mouth of a scholar.

Who would question Xue Shen, Xue Shen is a god-like existence in Linjiang No. 6 Middle School!

Shao Zhan pushed the seat in and looked up at Hou Jun.

Hou Jun scratched his hair embarrassedly: "Then what, why don't you come with me too?"

Shao Zhan wondered if he had heard it wrong.

Hou Jun sighed: "Speaking of which, I am really incompetent as a monitor, and I don't even see that you want to integrate into everyone..."

Shao Zhan said in his heart that he really didn't want to get involved at all.

Unexpectedly, Hou Jun said that he was moved first, and he said emotionally: "Our seventh class is a big family, and every student in seventh class welcomes you very much. , focus on studying all the time—"

Xu Sheng packed up his things and pushed the seat in when Hou Jun said "big family". He was too tired to stand for less than ten seconds, so he sat directly on the desk and took the lead in applauding after listening.

Tan Kai: "Okay! Well said!"

"So well said!"

Shao Zhan: "..."

Shao Zhan stayed silent for a few seconds, and then his eyes fell on the person who took the lead in applauding. When he didn't speak, he added a bit of coldness. He was used to being alone, withdrawn and unsocial, and the station he went to was a capitalized "stay away".

Xu Sheng's applauding hand stopped.

Shao Zhan's eyes stayed on him for two seconds and then left.

Hou Jun and the others were at a loss, Xu Sheng hurriedly patched: "He is shy, he means nothing, he is really shy."

Tan Kai: "The school bully is so innocent?"

Xu Sheng had no other choice but to add the word "pure love": "...That's right, you can understand it that way."

Hou Jun waved at Shao Zhan's back, and a few people tightened the shoulder straps of their schoolbags to follow: "Wait a minute, don't walk so fast, don't be shy."

There was a lot of noise on the way back to the dormitory. Several boys gathered together as if there were endless things to say. Of course, it might not be that deep, but it was rare for Shao Zhan to hear such a voice.

Several people went to the third floor and then separated.

Xu Sheng's self-study class was quite enjoyable. He didn't have to be bored anymore, and he didn't have to pretend to think about the problem book. It was when Hou Jun and the others warmly invited him into the class group that he found that he couldn't take out his mobile phone, so he could only install the power outage.

He went back to the bedroom and lay on the bed for a while.

I was too lazy to move for a while, and was about to close my eyes when the phone screen lit up.

Two messages, one from Zhang Feng, and one from a lonely deskmate who lives opposite.

You don't need to click on the messages from the same table, because there are only two words.

Shao Zhan: Practice calligraphy.

Practice calligraphy, copybook, twenty pages.

Xu Sheng had a headache when he thought of these keywords.

He didn't reply, he escaped temporarily, and then clicked on the next one.

He was worried that Zhang Feng was going to ask him about his studies, and he was just trying to make a circle. When he clicked in, he found that what Zhang Feng sent was obviously not related to study. What he sent was a string of links, which were very long and looked like garbled characters.

S: What is this.

Zhang Feng quickly replied: Post.

S: Can you finish your speech at one time, what post, what do you send it to me?

Zhang Feng: This school draft selection is about to start. As one of the popular candidates, I have to canvass for myself. After you enter, please click Zhang Feng and send me a precious vote. Pick me, Thank you to the schoolwide producers who voted for me.

Xu Sheng's mind turned around slowly and difficultly for two times before he could barely recall what this school grass selection was.

The teaching system of Linjiang No. 6 Middle School is rigid, and the students usually follow the rules, but after all, they are only 16 or 17 years old and they are in adolescence. There are many hobbies in this group of No. 6 middle school students where the teacher can't see them, and the school grass selection is one of them. one.

In addition to school management, the school post bar has become a small community and a friendship forum, and it also takes into account many campus operations such as tearing, confessing, and tracing people.

The common format is as follows: Does anyone know xxx in class xx, and want to ask for contact information~( ω )

Zhang Feng is good-looking, and is usually good at attracting bees and butterflies. In addition to following Xu Sheng, he has a strong sense of presence.

Scroll down the list of candidates, and there is him at the end.

Xu Sheng paddled for a long time and almost lost his patience before he saw the word Zhang Feng.

S: Your ranking is about to fall out, and you are considered a popular candidate?

Zhang Feng was struck by a sword in his chest.

Zhang Feng: Do you have to hit your brother like this?

After a while, the news of Zhang Feng came again.

Zhang Feng: Boss, you and Xue Shen are both on the list. Do you want to canvass for yourself?

Xu Shengxin said that I was crazy, and I had nothing to do with this. Is it because the 20 pages of the copybook are not enough to write or the game is not fun?

S: Not interested.

The predecessor of the school grass selection just originated from a boring post arguing about who is more handsome in the first class and the second class.

And it is held every three years, and it has a tendency to become the tradition of Linjiang No. 6 Middle School.

Although Xu Sheng has a bad reputation, after all that face is there, there are many girls who eat this rebellious school tyrant—they only dare to think about it online, anyway, the school tyrant You can't hit people along the line.

He didn't specifically look at where he was ranked, he went straight to take a shower, and then sat at the desk to complete the daily task: practicing calligraphy.

The three words of Liu Qingchun will leave a deep and indelible mark on his high school career.

The time to practice calligraphy is always boring and boring.

When Xu Sheng opened the copybook, he was shocked to realize that he had finished practicing one copy before he knew it. He took out a new copybook from the bag and opened it with humiliation.

When finished writing, the bedroom building just turned off the lights.

He was lying on the bed, and for some reason, he still remembered Zhang Feng's sentence, "Speaking of which, both you and Xue Shen are on the list."

He and Shao Zhan are both on the list.

Zhang Feng later sent him several messages, but Xu Sheng ignored it.

Zhang Feng: You really don't look at it?

Zhang Feng: Are you really not interested?

Zhang Feng: Then you can vote for me anyway, have you voted for me?

What Zhang Feng didn't know was that the person who said "no interest", after tossing and turning on the bed for a while, still stretched out a hand from the air conditioner's thin quilt and grabbed the phone on the desk beside the bed. past.

Linjiang No. 6 Middle School Post Bar.

The third school grass selection, voting entrance [fire][fire][fire]

Landlord: Our school’s traditional competitions are here again. After the last trial, we selected 100 contestants with high voices. The voting period is one week. If you like them, please vote for them. At this moment, everyone is the producer of the whole school. ! So, among the producers of the whole school, who would be the school grass in your mind?

After the main building's words are over, the following is the long voting list.

1. Shao Zhan [4085 votes]

2. Xu Sheng [3806 votes]

...

He is usually not the kind of person who would care about this kind of shit, but a person's desire to win or lose is a hard thing to say, especially when the other party has had a lot of fun with you.

In the end is the copybook twenty pages not enough to write or the game is not fun?

Xu Sheng thought so, and clicked on the voting button of Xu Sheng, the second player.