Million UP school god plays me every day

Xie Lan had a very strange dream.

When he was a child, he had many dreams, but since his mother left, he had fewer dreams. Occasionally he dreamed, and the dreams were all about her.

But this dream is a bit strange.

He dreamed that Dou Sheng and a boy wearing a mask were sitting behind a small table, and the nameplates on the table were "The most handsome Dou in the world" and "Young Master Ye Shen".The crowd came in a line, and they always passed Dou Sheng first.The first person was about to speak, but Dou Sheng said, "Go to the next door."

The man said, "Okay."

The next one is coming, Dou Sheng said, "Walk slowly and don't see you off."

The man replied, "Understood."

The next one - "I'm only fans of fools."

"OK."

And then the next one - "Do you know what you should do?"

"...to the next door."

No matter how long the night was, Xie Lan watched from the perspective of God in the dream how many fans Dou Sheng drove away.

When I opened my eyes, I had a splitting headache, my whole body was shivering from the cold, and the quilt fell to the ground.

"..."

It is estimated that he learned without a teacher, and rewarded Dou Sheng with a set of Shaolin chain kicks in his dream.

Breakfast was bought by Xiao Ma. The first two days were soy milk and fried dough sticks. Today, there is an extra coffee and panini.

Dou Sheng put the coffee in front of Xie Lan, glanced at him, "What's wrong with you?"

"No." Xie Lan said with a nasal voice, "I had a very annoying dream."

"You obviously have a cold, right? Can this be a dream?" Dou Sheng got up and walked to the living room with his slippers on. Xie Lan took a bite of the panini and found that he couldn't even taste the bacon.

He sniffed, and clicked on Dou Sheng's Weibo.

Under the last post yesterday, fans lined up to swipe their screens.

- you lost me / roll your eyes

Copy and paste, scratch until your fingers are sore, there is no end.

It's over.Xie Lan thought coolly, how can such a person have 100 million fans, it is really amazing.

He glanced at the number of fans of Dou Sheng, which was 10,000+ more than Station B.But he didn't record last night, and he doesn't know how many followers he ran this night.

A box of cold medicine was placed in front of him.

Dou Sheng bent down and approached the screen, "What are you looking at?"

"Look at your fans being scolded and ran away." Xie Lan said without emotion.

Dou Sheng was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "They just talked about it, and they love me in their hearts."

Xie Lan: "..."

Where does this sense of security come from?

I was groggy along the way, and my mind was full of the emoji that rolled my eyes.

As soon as he entered the classroom, Dai You went out with the paper in his face, and said with a smile, "Good morning, Jiao."

Xie Lan: "?"

Dou Sheng raised his foot and kicked, "Shut up."

Dai You smiled and ran out in two steps, before going out, he jumped up and patted the door frame.

Xie Lan asked in a daze, "Are you calling me?"

"I'll call you whatever." Dou Sheng clicked his tongue, "He's rapping, always like this, his tongue itches if he doesn't rap for a day"

RAP? ? ?

Xie Lan sat down on the seat in a daze, took out a tissue and wiped his eye sockets that were wet from a cold, and said in a nasal voice, "I think your attitude as a UP master is not correct." It even inspired my long-silent professionalism.

Dou Sheng paused while digging out his homework, "Huh?"

"Your competitor, the son Yeshen, I saw it." Xie Lan said, "It's more human than you."

"How do you know him?" Dou Sheng frowned, took out his mobile phone and poked in the desk hall, and was suddenly happy after a while.

"You mean me to suddenly send a message: I love, love, love you so much?"

Xie Lan leaned towards him.

Dou Sheng was so happy that he dropped his phone in the desk hall, "Do you know what those fools will reply."

Xie Lan's despair intensified, "Why do you call fans fools?"

"They will vomit collectively, swipe the screen to tell me to fuck off, and then really cancel it." Dou Sheng answered the previous question by himself, and threw a stack of materials on Xie Lan's desk, "Okay, let's learn your Chinese Bar."

Xie Lan looked down and saw that it was ordered on white paper, with Dou Sheng's handwriting on the cover.

"Two Cats Language Correction Booklet"

"What's this?"

"It's for you." Dou Sheng said, "Let's memorize all the words and sentences you use wrongly. Now there are too many memes on the Internet, and we usually don't speak in tune, so don't really mislead you. I'll be the editor. , according to the amount of updates, I will show you about once a week."

Xie Lan was a little surprised when he heard this.

Dou Sheng added: "It's mainly to compensate my cousin."

"Oh." Xie Lan immediately sneered, and coldly refused with a nasal voice, "No need, take it away."

The first page of the book is full.

【Yin-Yang Weiqi】: It is not "Yangyang Weiqi", which means that people have strange attitudes, sarcastic remarks, or sarcasm.

[Bastard]: It's not a "dead bastard", the unborn son of the tortoise, don't learn to swear.

[Just Nima]: Although it can indeed strengthen the tone, it is also a curse word, so don't learn it.

[Falling flowers are intentional, flowing water is ruthless]: Unrequited love in love.

……

Xie Lan glanced down and found that his own mistakes actually accounted for only a small half, and most of them were led away by Dou Sheng and Che Ziming.

Something suddenly flashed through his chaotic mind, he glanced at Dou Sheng who was looking down at his homework, and opened the idiom dictionary.

Kim, jin - 359 pages.

He is very proficient in finding idioms now, and he found it in a short while.

[Golden House Cangjiao] Gorgeous houses for concubines to live in.Also refers to marry a concubine.

Xie Lan was puzzled by this line of explanation for a while, then took out the dictionary on his mobile phone, and clicked on the camera to read the words.

Interpretation by netizens - [Concubine]: Little wife.

There was a loud bang in the rear.

The classroom that was collecting homework in chaos suddenly fell silent, and the owls collectively looked back to the lower left corner of the classroom in a daze.

Dou Sheng was standing upright against the wall, but the stool was overturned, the back of the chair was on the ground, and the side of the buttocks was perpendicular to the ground, pouted innocently towards the sky.

Dou Sheng looked calm, raised his eyes and glanced at the stupid owls, and picked up the stool.

"Sorry, I had a nightmare while sleeping, you guys continue," he said.

Che Ziming said in shock, "You're dreaming about a martial arts movie, right?"

Wang Gou shook his head, "Good guy."

Xie Lan pressed her fist against the table.

Dou Sheng put the stools down and sat down, and pulled the distance between the two stools to the maximum conservatively. Before Xie Lan could speak, he stretched out two fingers and punched the table downwards, bent his knuckles, and slammed it down with a bang.

Xie Lan looked puzzled.

"I'll kneel down for you." Dou Sheng sighed, "Those fools really didn't believe it, and maybe they thought it wasn't my cousin, but other girl friends. Since you don't want to appear on camera, I can only tell you to stop thinking about it and let it go." Let go."

Xie Lan was furious.He looked at Hu Xiujie who walked into the class, and said in a low voice: "Why do you always don't want to solve the problem? Just let it go?"

"Letting it go is also a solution." Dou Sheng was helpless, "My fans are special, only time can deal with them, ancestor,"

Xie Lan paused, "What is an ancestor?"

"..."

Xie Lan was confused: "Are you...recognizing me as your father?"

Dou Sheng turned away numbly, opened the physics textbook, and began to take notes seriously.

After being muddled all morning, when he returned to the dormitory at noon, Xie Lan climbed into bed top-heavy, and couldn't help but searched Baidu again.

It turns out that "I believe in your evil" doesn't mean I believe it at all. On the contrary, it means that ghosts believe it.

The bed frame shook a few times, Dou Sheng also came up, and sat down on top of Xie Lan's head.

He hissed.

Xie Lan raised his head, and Dou Sheng was poking his left collarbone against his shoulder through his shirt, poked it, frowned and muttered: "I found that you are very violent, let's put it bluntly, kick someone's stool when you come up, and I bounced against the wall It hit hard."

Xie Lan said coldly, "Is it my fault?"

"Don't blame it, let's do it." Dou Sheng whispered and perfunctory, "Don't blame a fart. The second cat beat the big cat, it's a big treason, it's against the sky."

Xie Lan snorted, looked away and continued to close her eyes to rest.

After a while, he suddenly raised his tired eyelids again, and looked up at Dou Sheng.

Dou Sheng just unbuttoned his shirt two times, pulled off the fabric covering his left collarbone, and checked the bruise with the front camera of his mobile phone.

It hit really hard.

At that time, Xie Lan was going to kick him, but he accidentally caught the leg of the stool when he raised his foot, and he performed a miracle with all his strength, directly bringing the stool over.Dou Sheng was also considered agile, and he jumped up in an instant and stood firmly on the edge of the window sill, but his shoulder hit the wall.

At this moment, the middle part of the left collarbone was already covered with bruises, which spread deep and shallow to the shoulder. On the boy's flattened shoulder, there was a small protruding bone near the end. The area around the small bone was a little red, probably because it was rubbed against the wall. .

Perhaps due to the cold, Xie Lan inexplicably lost his focus on Dou Sheng's scar.

Then he sniffed, "I have an idea."

Hearing this, Dou Sheng put the lifted fabric away, with a vigilant expression, "What do you want to do?"

"You take a photo, post it on Weibo, and say I called it." Xie Lan squeezed his nose and let go, trying to breathe, but failed, so he had to give up on himself and said, "To be honest, say that I am very angry. You punch me and order you to explain clearly."

Dou Sheng: "..."

"Seriously." His tone was full of despair, "Listen to my advice, put this matter aside, and it will be fine in a month or two... Oh no, there was the one last night, probably three or four moon."

Three or four months?

Xie Lan kicked her legs and sat up in shock from dying, "Send it now!"

"..."

"Are you sure." Dou Sheng pinched the phone with two fingers and turned it back and forth, "Let's put it on, the sincere advice from a senior blogger, are you sure you don't want to listen?"

Xie Lan thought, a small blogger with 100 million fans still has a long way to go.

Why does he have more fans, but he is obedient and doesn't cause trouble?It is because of his sincerity, what a blogger needs most is to communicate in time when something happens, explain the whole story with sincerity, and respect fans and their IQ.

"Send." Xie Lan ordered.

"Yes." Dou Sheng lifted his collar and snapped a selfie, and posted it on Weibo, "You can say what you want to type, and I will obey."

Xie Lan paused, "Let's just say that the guy who picked me up at the airport was really a boy. He didn't care about being called cousin. His explanation last night was not believed by everyone. He beat me up. I hope you don't let this matter continue... …continue……"

Dou Sheng smacked his lips, "It continues to ferment."

Xie Lan nodded annoyed, "You can make up for the latter."

Dou Sheng pressed the phone, "I sent it."

Only then did Xie Lan lie back on the bed in peace.

My head hurts, and I have a bad cold. I want to drink a cup of cinnamon tea with a piece of butter scone.

After a while, Xie Lan refreshed Dou Sheng's Weibo with the consciousness of being about to faint.

Just see the comment section:

-? ? ?

- Violent beauty

- What about the passion scene?

- This is what I deserve to see too? ?

Xie Lan was in a daze when a hand reached out from the other side of the railing and patted him lightly on top of his head.

"Young man." Dou Sheng sighed, "You really don't know anything about power."