Beyond The Outline - Chapter 47

“Director Gu,” Xu Sheng hid behind Shao Zhan, reminding him in turn with the words Gu Yan once reminded them: “There are so many students in the audience, and there are other schools. We want to show the tranquility and elegance of Linjiang Sixth Middle School. School spirit…”

Gu Yanwang was dragged hard by Meng Guowei and other teachers. He was almost empty, his feet were off the ground, and he fluttered in the air: “Linjiang Sixth Middle School also has a fart elegant school style! Shao Zhan, what are you doing on stage? Don’t protect me. Keep him, you get out of the way.”

Shao Zhan stood in front of Xu Sheng, and Gu Yan didn’t let go.

In the audience, Zhang Feng was staggering with a smile: “Fuck me.”

His elder brother is still his elder brother. Zhang Feng took out his cell phone and recorded this shocking picture. The picture flickered, and finally the camera flickered, unintentionally focusing on the hot sun above his head.

There is no doubt that.

The name Xu Sheng of Linjiang Sixth Middle School was thoroughly famous in the national defense education activities that several schools participated in.

Xu Sheng’s review event ended with Gu Yan yelling “You write another 3,000 words to Lao Tzu” on the stage. The activities for the next few days are nothing more than continuing training, visiting various exhibition halls in the Luzhou Base National Defense Zone, and The characteristics of the boat base-simulation aircraft carrier.

“Who didn’t dream of being a navy when I was young,” a classmate said with emotion during the tour, “Look at this equipment, how cool it is.”

“I have always dreamed of becoming a writer,” Shen Wenhao said, pushing his glasses, “I just published my first debut work on the **** website, you can go and support it.”

Shao Zhan: “Website?”

Shen Wenhao has never given up in the field of writing novels. The school magazine can no longer contain his ambitions. The **** website is said to be an emerging station.

Shao Zhan didn’t know what the classmates were doing. Xu Sheng had heard a little bit. He explained: “It seems that the writer is writing science fiction on the Internet recently. Just give him a quick click. The monkey is still in the class group to encourage everyone to leave comments. .”

After Shao Zhan listened, he saw other people pass on the topic, but somehow it passed to Xu Sheng: “What do you want to do in the future?”

As soon as this question came up, Xu Sheng, who had always been able to pull, was silent for two seconds, but the silence was not noticeable in the noisy environment. Shao Zhanduo glanced at him and saw Xu Sheng lowered his eyes and put one hand in. In his trouser pocket, walked sideways through the door and walked to the deck outside.

“I don’t know,” he said against the wind for a while, “I didn’t think about it.”

The instructor began to introduce the new equipment, and everyone quickly turned the topic to another place.

On the fifth day of national defense education, after the closing ceremony party, everyone went back to their dorms to pack their things. They had to take a bus back to school tomorrow morning.

The last night of military training caused many students to fall into an inexplicable carnival state. Perhaps they thought that they would be greeted by endless learning after returning to school. The last night at the Luzhou base was especially cherished by everyone.

Xu Sheng opened the door and came out of the bathroom after taking a shower. Hou Jun and the others had just discussed how they would spend this precious night.

Hou Jun: “We’ve discussed it. We will do the dormitory activities on the hour tonight.”

Xu Sheng didn’t care: “Let’s listen.”

Hou Jun smiled: “The movie I saw last time, it still has a second one, I can’t think of it.”

Xu Sheng: “…”

This is really unexpected.

Xu Sheng felt cold in his back, wondering what excuses he could find to avoid it later.

However, Hou Jun didn’t give him time to make excuses. He sneaked out the tablet from his backpack: “Our school dormitory can’t be charged. I didn’t expect the socket of the Luzhou base to work. Fortunately, I was witty and brought my tablet. Up.”

At this time Shao Zhan was in Meng Guowei’s bedroom.

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Last time Meng Guowei asked him to talk about the competition, but he was interrupted by Shen Wenhao before he finished the talk. Only this time he made the competition clear. When Shao Zhan returned to his bedroom, the movie was just at the end of the movie.

Xu Sheng’s hair was half-dry and he was sitting on the bed. Although his face was calm, the movement made when Shao Zhan pushed in the door still made him tremble uncontrollably.

Shao Zhan closed the door and asked, “What are you looking at?”

Hou Jun: “Killing Game 2, you came back too late, Brother Zhan, this is almost over.”

After watching the movie, a few people got together and played a few games. Just after midnight, the group of people who had yelled “All night tonight” before couldn’t stand it anymore, and threw down their phones and fell asleep. .

Xu Sheng’s mind was full of scrolling barrage, focusing on “fuck”. The few games just now didn’t let him recover from the screen of the movie.

On a hot day, the temperature in the bedroom was not low, Xu Sheng still covered the quilt tightly, shrunk it under the quilt, and found random people to chat from the friend list.

Zhang Feng: Boss, are you still asleep?

Xu Sheng: I’m here to contact you.

Zhang Feng: What time is it, please contact me tomorrow.

Xu Sheng: It’s still not a brother anymore.

Zhang Feng: Brothers, why don’t we contact us in our dreams, the training is too tired these few days, I want to go to bed earlier.

…

In the dark bedroom after the lights were turned off, only Xu Sheng’s bed was faintly showing some light from the mobile phone.

Xu Sheng replied to Zhang Feng “Okay, go to sleep”, then quit from the chat box and received a new message.

It’s Shao Zhan.

The words are concise and concise, in three words.

-Still not sleeping.

Xu Sheng panicked a lot. He was completely different from the way he became famous on the review stage two days ago. If this were to be seen by his new group of fans, they would probably doubt life, so he paused. , I still pretend to reply calmly: Isn’t it normal for young people to cultivate immortals at night? You didn’t sleep either.

Shao Zhan: I’m going to bed right away.

At this point, it is rare to catch a sleepless person.

I don’t know why, Xu Sheng suddenly felt relieved when he saw the three words, probably because the sleepless person had crossed the network cable and was only separated from him by the aisle less than half an arm’s width.

Xu Sheng is loyal to instinct and replied: Don’t.

After a few seconds, a sentence was being typed on top of the chat box.

The characters Shao Zhan sent over seemed to have magical powers, and Xu Sheng could almost make up for the cold voice of the teenager.

-Afraid to watch?

The fluorescent light of the phone shone on Xu Sheng’s face, and he forced the pretense to the end.

-Fuck.

-Who said I was scared.

-Just that little thing, how could your brother Sheng be afraid?

After a while, the bed on the opposite side rustled for a while, making a very light noise. It sounded like the sound of the quilt rubbing against the bed sheet, and it was very clear in the quiet night.

Then Xu Sheng

I saw two more words in the chat box.

-Reach out.

Reach out?

What hand to stretch out.

Xu Sheng didn’t react at all. He stared at the chat box for a while, then let go of one of his hands and put his hands out of the quilt a little bit.

Xu Sheng actually stayed a little hot in the quilt, and the temperature covered in the quilt quickly dissipated after he reached out with his hand. When he reached out halfway, he touched something on the knuckles of his fingers—very familiar, a little bit dirty. The hand and the temperature were even a bit hot. Xu Sheng felt as if something exploded suddenly in his mind after a moment. He couldn’t help but want to retract his hand, but the other party directly covered his hand without saying a word.

This is completely different from the feeling that Xu Sheng accidentally grabbed Shao Zhan’s hand when he was watching a movie with the monkeys in the dorm room last time.

In silence, the phone screen automatically goes out.

The eyes suddenly darkened, and all the sounds in the ears followed away. For a while, all the senses disappeared, and only the sense of touch was left.

I don’t know how long it has passed before the phone screen lights up again.

Shao Zhan: Let you catch the wrong one.

Xu Sheng didn’t know how he fell asleep that night, or how long he and Shao Zhan held him like this. In the dormitory, Hou Jun and the others slept soundly, Tan Kai’s snoring and Yuan Ziqiang’s sleep from time to time. A few dream words, maybe only the moonlight shining through the window inadvertently glimpsed what happened this night.

“Going back to school…”

The next morning, Hou Jun closed his eyes and put on his clothes, reminding everyone to quickly get up to pack their things, “Assemble at eight o’clock, get up quickly.”

Hou Jun’s voice is louder and more effective than an alarm clock: “Brothers, don’t sleep!”

Xu Sheng was awakened by Hou Jun. He squinted his eyes, unable to open his eyes by the sunlight coming in from outside the window.

When his consciousness gradually returned to the cage, the hand he covered in front of him unnaturally stopped in mid-air, and did not move for a long time. Then he slowly removed his hand and looked at the open fingers for two seconds before remembering last night. What did he and Shao Zhan do: “…”

He sat up and saw that Shao Zhan had already changed his clothes and opened the door from the compartment with a water glass.

Shao Zhan glanced at him: “I woke up.”

“what,”

Xu Sheng looked away and said unnaturally, “Morning.”

Hou Jun bent over, grabbed a water-cup toothbrush, rubbed his waist and interjected before entering the compartment: “By the way, did you sleep well last night? Why do I think this bed is harder than our school… Is there any difference in the wood board material?”

Xu Sheng couldn’t answer this.

He and others don’t know how long he slept holding hands at night. After that, I have to say that I slept well last night?

However, when Hou Jun asked this, he was facing him. Xu Sheng got out of bed and rushed into the cubicle in front of Hou Jun.

Hou Jun was blocked by the door: “…Brother Sheng, even if you are handsome, you can’t help but line up.”

In just a few days, Luzhou Base left many memories for the students.

The green lanes all seem to be very familiar, with dismantled guns, military equipment visited, instant noodles looted, and other words that even yelled in the air, and even…fights.

At the end of last night’s party, Instructor Wang was also a little bit reluctant. He was kind. Seven students like him very much. When a few students shouted “Instructor” reluctantly, he also smiled slightly and said: “Tomorrow you will go back to school. I’ll study hard after I go back. I’m very happy to spend these five days with you. I’m very happy to meet you.

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Class 7 students packed their things and ate in the canteen of the Luzhou base for the last time.

After the meal, instructor Wang sent them to the bus, and said goodbye to everyone through the door.

Then the bus started slowly and drove away from the Lvzhou base.

The feeling of returning to campus is both familiar and unfamiliar. Meng Guowei was afraid that the minds of these students would not be able to take it back, so he arranged for them to write essays in the first Chinese class when they returned to school: “Let’s be quiet in this class and write a class essay with the title of ‘ My dream’ is also a reminder to plan your next study career well…I don’t know you yet, and it’s gone after a few days of going out to play.”

Meng Guowei has a wide range of ideas, and in conjunction with this composition, he also came up with a fancy link, allowing students to write down the name of their target university anonymously: “When you graduate, see if you have achieved your goals.”

Meng Guowei wrote the title of the composition on the blackboard.

Xu Sheng only glanced at it, and went directly to sleep.

Shao Zhan: “Don’t write?”

Xu Sheng did not lift his head: “Writing poetry requires inspiration.”

Shao Zhan: “…❤Xuanhuan Literature❤”

He really forgot that his deskmate was still a “great poet”

, Never write well.

In this class, Xu Sheng handed in a blank paper for his composition, without moving a word.

Shao Zhan was called by Meng Guowei during class. Shao Zhan’s composition Meng Guowei would always analyze and explain to him separately after class, and this time is no exception. After the brief talk, Meng Guowei has other things to do. He handed the anonymous note that he received to Shao Zhan: “Shao Zhan, please help the teacher to organize it, unfold it and stack it up, and put it in my folder after finishing. That’s it.”

Shao Zhan responded.

The handwriting on these notes is different. Since they are anonymous, they have written about all schools. In addition to many normal schools, there are also prestigious schools, and even more direct imagination of Tsinghua and Peking University.

However, in these piles of papers, there is a school whose name is incompatible with other schools.

-Central Academy of Fine Arts.