The classroom table and chairs were messy, and the classmates did not organize before leaving.

Xu Sheng's lips were bitten by him, but he didn't dodge at all, but raised his hand and grabbed Shao Zhan's collar and pulled him to himself. The two kissed unscrupulously in the back row of the classroom.

However, at night, teachers on duty will patrol in various teaching buildings-

After a while, there was a footsteps from far to near.

Xu Sheng gradually found some skills, even if he squatted on the desk and his legs seemed to be very long, his knees over the shoulders, the standard hanger, he even took the initiative to get up, and tentatively tentatively tentatively tentatively tentatively in Shao Shao. Zhan's lips licked: "No kiss."

In the back row of the classroom, Shao Zhan raised his hand and could touch the electric light switch on the side of the blackboard. "Slap", the lights in the classroom were destroyed.

"..."

Xu Sheng thought he would pull him out to avoid the teacher, but Shao Zhan did not, and they continued to kiss in the darkness.

Because the classroom and the night outside are merged after turning off the lights, nothing can be seen in front of the eyes, and the patrol teacher who came up from the stairs may be shook to the door of the seven class. My heartbeat.

When Shao Zhan was stunned, he asked his chin and asked, "Is it enough?"

It is quite exciting to do such a thing in the classroom.

Xu Sheng narrowed his eyes and looked at Shao Zhanyin's outline in the dark: "What should I do, go back?"

Shao Zhan pulled the hat behind him and covered his head: "Don't cry and stop."

What Shao Zhan said was obviously another thing. This "crying" was not literally crying. Xu Sheng burst a few swear words at most, and then hummed and didn't want to care about him.

"Help" with your hands ... It's really tired.

Xu Sheng said with "了" and refused to admit that he was so counseled. He jumped down with one hand with one hand. The two just rushed to the patrol teacher to slip back to the bedroom before the seventh class.

Qiu Qiu couldn't rest assured that he couldn't take care of the blackboard. The next day he couldn't take care of breakfast. He went to the classroom early and went to the classroom with her two other members of the Black Board.

Yuan Ziqiang: "Sister Qiu, don't blame yourself, it's my food."

Tan Kai said that he was confident, and he didn't have any confidence after painting: "Sister Qiu, I'm sorry, the painting of our class blackboard is my problem. I am too confident in my painting skills, it's me ... "

Several people said that pushing the classroom door, Tan Kai stunned, and the second half of the sentence turned around: "The wrong class is going."

"What do you miss? Can I go wrong after writing a year and seven?" Yuan Ziqiang bumped into Tan Kai and was ready to enter the classroom. As soon as he said, he quit again, "I fuck, I really go the wrong class, this is not our class! "

Where will there be such a beautiful blackboard in their class!

Qiu Qiu's first reaction is also: this is not the seventh class.

Immediately after taking a slow pat in his head, the young man filled in the name of the registration paper yesterday, and the casual and public voice: "I'll come."

She stunned at the door of the class, and the blackboard reported the stars and the figures piled up with various color blocks to bring a strong visual impact -before Tan Kai's paintings were three years old, they were three years old. The level of children is not just Tan Kai. The best report on the blackboard is the sixth class next door. The chalk that was originally proud of the third class could be seen yesterday. Now, after comparison, it is completely reduced to foil.

For a long while, Qiu Qiu said, "This is ... Brother Sheng painted."

Tan Kai: "Do I know?"

Yuan Ziqiang: "Who?! Do we still have other brothers in our class?"

Qiu Qiu: "..."

Before the selection, the blackboard report from Class Seventh, the fucking good -looking incident was spread in the grade.

There is no suspense for the selection.

Blackboard Review Big first place: Class 27.

The whole year was shocked by this incident, especially yesterday laughed at the six classmates who reported the rotten shifts of the seven class yesterday.

"Damn, what happened last night?"

"Is the seven class hanging?"

"I still said yesterday that the six class will definitely win ..."

Xu Sheng did not care about the final results at all. Because he drew too late yesterday, he boiled for a few nights for the exam, and slept a whole section for self -study. Before he lay down, he stared at him in the front row's classmates. When Xu Sheng was sleepy, his temper was not particularly good: "Is there something wrong, wait for me to wake up."

The classmates in the front row turned back silently, and said: The seven classes of the seven classes are indeed open.

When Xu Sheng woke up, half of the chemistry class had passed, and the selection of the blackboard newspaper before the class had long ended.

Shao Zhan gave him the copied notes and notified by the way: "The first place in our class."

Xu Sheng sounded "Oh", there was no response: "It's normal, play normally."

Shao Zhan continued to inform and said without any feelings: "Qiu Qiu said thank you, and the literary members of the class next door were crying."

Xu Sheng touched his nose and cried the literary committee members more than once. "... I said it would be troublesome to participate in this kind of activity. If my sister Qiu was scolded, I wouldn't have it. Member men and women? Even if men, do I want to get a sugar? "

Shao Zhan was made a headache for the attributes of Xu Sheng, the friend of the woman: "You give sugar, what are you going to say."

Xu Sheng thought for a while and thought of the opening white: "Let you next time?"

Shao Zhan: "..."

Xu Xueba's tricks were indeed first -class. If he really blocked a person with a sugar, he left the phrase "next time let you".

After Xu Sheng said, he was spreading Shao Zhan's notes and planned to copy. The man reached out and took the notes directly.

"... Hey," Xu Sheng held the pen and knocked on the desktop with a pen and said, "What does it mean?"

Shao Zhan didn't speak.

Xu Sheng: "Brother?"

Shao Zhan said coldly: "It's useless to call Brother, take notes on the blackboard, and look up."

Xu Sheng put down his pen, there was no way, and he boasted directly: "The words on the blackboard are not good -looking."

"Fuck, don't send it anymore," Xu Sheng reacted quickly after speaking. He pulled Shao Zhan's corner.

Xu Sheng's blackboard reported in the school post in the school. In the end, did not know who passed on the network platform, attracting a big wave of likes, and a big Tag: the blackboard report of other people's class.

Meng Guowei, who was crying for the cry of the sixth class of the sixth class, knew that Meng Guowei knew that not only the strength of the seventh class of the seventh class, but Meng Guowei himself was quite shocked: "Our class Xu Sheng still has such amazing strength? Why don't I know? ? "

Meng Guowei: "I'm ready for our blackboard newspaper to get the countdown."

Tan Kai's kindergarten crayon painting third prize level is really desperate. Meng Guowei at first watched the Black Board of Class Seventh. He also thought about what kind of results this class would take. After only a glance, he was discouraged: Forget it, still focusing on learning, the blackboard reports such things are all clouds.

Meng Guowei was surprised and received a call from Xu Sheng's mother in two weeks.

With his keen feeling, women's two calls have been different from the previous tone. Talking about Xu Shengshi and even the attention point are crooked. Essence

Xu Yaping: "Hello teacher."

Xu Yaping tuned a knowledge about the art test in Aunt Kang, and also knew that Xu Sheng's level would be no problem in any school if he was honest. This was what she never expected.

When she wanted to understand through "Xu Zhan", when Xu Sheng let Xu Sheng do what she liked, she didn't think so much, and she didn't expect that he would have such a good results.

After letting go, got a gift from her fate to her. It was even more panicked that if he didn't relax at the beginning, Xu Sheng would miss it.

Xu Yaping explained the intention: "That's it, Xu Sheng intends to take the art test ..."

Meng Guowei: "?" What test?

Xu Yaping: "Isn't this now a third year of high school, thinking about telling you in advance, he has to go to the studio to participate in training, and he can't come to school for class. The situation is special ..."

One month before the art joint exam, it is called the "training period". Candidates need to let go of the cultural class to the studio to participate in the training reserve test, dense practice, improve the feel and technical level, so as to play the best level in the joint exam.

Meng Guowei has heard of training, because the Liyang No. 2 Middle School is doing this next door. He has heard of the process of the art joint exam, but they have never had art students in Linjiang!

Not to mention in recent years, even if you push forward, you can't find one from the day of the school!

After Meng Guowei was shocked briefly, he quickly recovered his expression ability, saying: "I know, this, this situation is really special."

Too special.

He didn't know how to report to Director Gu.

After Xu Yaping explained the situation, he asked a few more words before hanging up: "Xu Sheng's mental state is okay recently?"

"There is no wrong move, for example, suddenly like changing someone."

"Or suddenly say something inexplicable."

"..."

As soon as Meng Guowei digested and played with the first art student in Linjiang, he heard these sentences.

This is so like mental illness.

Xu Sheng is normal.

Is the mother's concern for the child to this extent now? Meng Guowei thought.

Following the Black Board News incident, Xu Sheng was about to participate in the office of the art joint entrance examination: they were about to usher in the first art student since the establishment of the school.

The discussion is much, and there are many questions in the discussion.

"Teacher Yang," In another classroom office, a teacher said to the seven class chemical substitute teachers, "Xu Sheng is the class of your generation? I heard that he is going to art, which is really amazing. I have never had an art student. "

Teacher Yang did not like Xu Sheng. Even if Xu Sheng's learning attitude was corrected this semester, he could not change this.

In her heart, she was biased about Xu Sheng's "fine art". She laughed: "I want to take a shortcut, his score, although it has been raised now. almost impossible."

In addition to the teacher's discussion, there are also discussion on the corridor of the teaching buildings.

When the exercise time, everyone else had gone to the playground. Several late six classmates gathered together and said as they went to the stairs. One of them said unconvinced:

"The cultural class requirements for art students are low. According to the algorithm, the same school, even if the cultural lesson is much lower than us ..."

"I fuck, is it so cool?"

"We have worked hard to review, can they still reduce points?"

Sixth class students were originally stable and were intercepted by class seven. Do not"

They said here, ending abruptly.

In front of them, the cold teenager just followed the stairs. He was holding a thin practice book in his hand. When he wrote the question, he folded his sleeves up and revealed his lean wrist.

The grandfather had a title, and anyone who saw him had to take a heart and shouted: Scholars.

Shao Zhan was called by the teacher to change the question alone. After passing the people in the sixth class, he did not pass directly, but stopped in front of one of them.

"What said just now."

Tone is really not good.

It's cold.

Even in their eyes, Shao Zhan has the aura of the scholarship, at this moment, the so -called scholarship halo can't hold back the cold eyebrows in front of the young man. Without response, he seemed impatient: "Can't understand people? How to say, say it again."