Million UP school god plays me every day

A dream is like a silent reconciliation.

Xie Lan suddenly felt relaxed, even writing a composition? The ease of listening to the first OP with headphones on.

Before self-study in the evening on Sunday, everyone in the classroom is on their backs.

A bandage the size of a basketball was wrapped around Yu Feifei's feet, and Che Ziming and Dai You helped him back to his seat.Che Ziming supported Xie Lan's table for a while, then said in a low voice, "I just passed by the front row, I saw that Liu Yixuan's eyes were well circled, red, as if he had just finished crying."

Yu Yufei, who had just sat down, frowned when he heard the words, "Where do you have so much leisure time to observe others?"

"I? Watched you too, okay? No?!" Che Ziming yelled, blushing and thick necked, "I? Also found that your irritability doubles as spring goes to summer, but you fucking tell me? you do not say!"

Yu Fei sneered, "Could she? Tell you something?"

The car froze.

Xie Lan's head hurt a little from the quarrel, so he put down the half-written argumentative essay "Pursuit", looked up and glanced at him.

Liu Yixuan was discussing things with Dong Jingjing, her expression looked quite normal, but her eye circles were indeed a little red.

Dai You said in a low voice, "She was hacked badly two days ago."

Xie Lan asked, "Black?"

"It's cyber violence, and she was chased and scolded by people who have nothing to do. Last week, she had a spring house dance video on the homepage, and it gained almost [-] followers. Maybe it's eye-catching." Dai You paused, "But the matter has been resolved, and it went incredibly smoothly. First, a large number of passers-by complained about the injustice, and then the one who hacked her the most ruthlessly apologized directly. I even suspected that she spent money on public relations."

Xie Lan barely understood, "Then why are you still crying?"

Dai You thought for a while, "The little girl's psychological endurance is weak. She is different from Douzi. She was originally a little UP who generates electricity for love. She can't stand too many things. Today? I watched her dynamic and said that she would Indefinitely suspended to adjust the status."

Yu Fei turned his head and said impatiently to Dai You: "Me? Why before? I haven't seen you gossip like this?"

"Is this called gossip?" Dai You was taken aback for a while, "Are you too angry recently?"

Yu Fei quickly flipped through the book in annoyance, "Anyway, don't stand here to block the light, and prevent my foot from recovering."

Dai You: "?"

Xie Lan took out his notebook for writing video plans when everyone had stopped.

[Contribution to the first issue, Chuxia Wutong concert, live + video]

In the list of performances below, the bamboo flute column is Liu Yixuan, and it says to be invited in brackets.

He was a little speechless. This project has been done for a few days? The site selection and arrangement are all done. The only thing left to do is to invite students who can play musical instruments in the class. As a result, Liu Yixuan has to suspend the project indefinitely.

Dou Sheng suddenly poked him beside him.

Xie Lan closed the notebook, "What's wrong?"

"I found out that the fans distorted the meaning of dm and em, and they even said that we are the big cat and the second cat." Dou Sheng stretched out his phone and gave him a glance, "Ben? Indifference is very dissatisfied, the devil What do you say?"

Xie Lan: "..."

In the comment area of ​​the video, someone asked, what does em mean?

Lou Zhonglou didn't hesitate at all, first explaining that Dou Sheng called Xie Lan the second cat when Xie Lan broadcasted for the first time, and then gave a link to the video that had been renamed "The Thousand-Layer Routine of Big Cat Abducting Two Cats", and the vest was stripped clean.

But maybe it's because he has known Dou Sheng for a long time, Xie Lan's skin is getting thicker day by day.

He withdrew his gaze expressionlessly, "Don't tell me, you really bumped into the big cat and the second cat. Your fans will think of it."

Dou Sheng: "..."

Xie Lan buried her head and continued to write the composition, "Anyway, I?

Dou Sheng was silent for a moment, "Then I? can only? continue to be reluctantly indifferent."

Xie Lan put the unprofessional big characters into the small grid of the manuscript paper, and unconsciously raised the corners of his lips.

The moment the bell rang for evening self-study, someone at the back door suddenly yelled, "Mathematics grading results? The results are out!"

The oil pan exploded in an instant.

"Fuck!!"

"Didn't it say it was released on Monday?"

"So suddenly!"

"Someone caught me? The back of the neck of fate!!"

The moment the old horse stepped into the classroom, the owls got back to their seats, and folded their wings upright.

Xie Lan glanced at the podium table, and grabbed the "Detailed Explanation of the National Mathematical Olympiad Exercises" on Dou Sheng's desk, and stacked it with his own, blocking the writing hand.

In the old horse's hand, he held a light and fluffy small stack of paper, the size of his palm, fastened with a paper clip.

He stepped onto the podium and said word by word clearly: "The math ranking is out, I? I have seven tickets to the provincial training camp in my hand."

"Seven." Che Ziming whispered, "Quickly do the math at the same table, is this more or less?"

Herring twitched her lips, "Five schools compete for [-] or [-], you do the math."

Dong Jingjing raised her hand and asked, "Are all seven from our class? There are also [-] A's in the general subject."

Lao Ma smiled, "There are also two tickets for general subject A, a total of nine tickets in English and Chinese."

There was another explosion in the class, and Che Ziming raised his arms and shouted: "We? How are you? Damn awesome!!" Lao Ma also smiled happily, "Let me report the overall situation to everyone. This year, a total of 250 people took the exam, full marks 360, with an average score of 237 and a median of 202. The top? 281?

Xie Lan made a quick mental calculation.

The average score is more than [-]% higher than the median, indicating that the high percentage of people's scores have widened the absolute gap.

"Grading and grading, the purpose of the design of the test paper is to widen the level of variation, so students who do not pass the exam should not be negative. There are still opportunities for physics competitions and self-enrollment." Lao Ma smiled, " Just these seven tickets, I? Read it directly, and don’t worry about everyone.”

The discussion in the classroom stopped, the owls did not dare to breathe, and the room was so quiet that one doubted one's own ears.

The sound of the pen tip scratching on the paper suddenly seemed a bit abrupt, Xie Lan silently put down the pen, and looked at the exquisite parallel sentence just written with regret—pursuing, it is the writer's handwriting, the musician's score, and the master's UP. Three keys in a row.

The old horse said: "I? Read it one by one in order from the back to the front."

"Dong Jingjing is 282, the city's 29th. Yu Feifei is 294, the city's 23rd. Dai You is 294, tied for 23rd. Che Ziming, 299, the city's 19th..."

Those who read their names breathed a sigh of relief, and Che Ziming said sadly, "It's almost 300!"

Lao Ma smiled, "It's already very high. In the last grading test, the city's No. 320 was only 10, and No. 300 was stuck at [-]."

"Wang Gou 318, sixth in the city."

Che Ziming turned his head and said in a low voice, "The dog is awesome!"

Wang Gou was a little embarrassed? What do you mean? He scratched his head and said, "Thank you, teacher."

"You deserve it." Lao Ma smiled. He still had the last two sheets of paper in his hand. He staggered the two sheets and looked at them one by one, smiling and sighing.

Dai You said, "There are also Dou Sheng and Xie Lan."

The old horse smiled, "Yes, there are the two of them."

The classroom fell into dead silence again.

Xie Lan found out that this group of owls all possessed the magic skill of holding breath. Whenever they announced something, they could hold their breath ten times in one minute.

The old horse looked at one of the tickets for a long time? "Oh, Dou Sheng."

Dou Sheng's ballpoint pen twirled between his index finger and middle finger, "Just click on it, teacher, I can't pass Xie Lan in math, I know."

Xie Lan was taken aback when he heard the words, and his pen, which was secretly perfecting the parallel sentences, paused on the composition paper.

He was a little surprised that Dou Sheng would say that.

The old horse was silent for a moment, then switched the two tickets again, looking back and forth.

After a long time, he said to Dou Sheng, "In the past, you scored me? I was so happy... Hey, it's not bad, it's already ahead of last year's No. 348 quality. Dou Sheng The second in the city, [-], there is a proof that the question is wrong."

As soon as the words fell, Dou Sheng just hooked the corners of his lips, and the class immediately exploded.

The owls are well-behaved on the surface, with their hands pressed on their phones under the table.

-348 second? ? ?

- Is this the same math grade as me?

- It's outrageous that this kind of exam can reach nearly full marks!

- So how much Xie Lan...

- I? It's starting to go numb...

The old horse took a deep breath, "Xie Lan 354, I made a wrong calculation, the city's number one."

At the end of the sentence, the whole room was silent, and the old horse added: "Your question is wrong, and no one in our class is wrong."

Xie Lan said softly, "That fork measurement question is three or more than a hundred words long. It shouldn't exist on the math paper at all."

Che Mingsha opened his mouth wide and looked back at him, "What is Chacha?"

Xie Lan sighed.

Dou Sheng turned his pen and thought for a long time beside him, "Cliff?"

Xie Lan: "Maybe."

To tell you the truth, he used a pen to mark the sentence vertically and vertically, but it was still wrong at the end. In anger, he wrote five words in the blank space: I can't understand the question.

The old horse nodded, and looked at the entry form for a long time, and said: "Don't care about your other subjects, you must participate in the provincial training camp, and the competition is good in October? Okay? Exam, what you want, understand .”

Xie Lan just hummed.

Throughout the evening self-study, the classes have not been interrupted.

The swiping of the owl emoticon package became a kind of mental poison. Xie Lan later blocked the group altogether and continued to write his Chinese composition.

By the time school was over, he had just written six hundred characters from eight hundred. All the arguments he had accumulated in his life had been exhausted, and the word "finished" was written on his gloomy face.

The classroom was still discussing the results of the grading test fiercely. Xie Lan just stood up with his schoolbag, when Che Ziming turned his head in front of him? Fluttering his sleeves, he said in a strange voice, "Slave—little car!"

Wang Gou threw down a chair cushion, knelt down on his knees with a plop, "Slave puppy!"

The two said in unison: "See the king of mathematics!"

Xie Lan: "?"

The girl next to her laughed so much that she almost turned the table over, and even Liu Yixuan frowned.

Che Ziming stood up and said: "After so many years, tsk tsk, I? Damn finally? I saw a person who can hang and beat Dou Sheng. Although I'm going to treat you to the number one scholar, but to be honest, you know that at this moment I? How refreshing is the mood? This is the feeling of freedom, this is the sound of happiness, these are the glorious years!"

Xie Lan was stunned for a while, then poked open the phone memo and said, "Can you say that last parallel sentence again?"

Che Ziming's tongue flickered, "Huh?"

Dou Sheng coughed happily in the back, "There is no need to quote this sentence, it doesn't make sense."

Che Ziming stared, "Hey, you don't get angry when someone abuses you? You're quite happy?"

Not only did Dou Sheng not get angry, he was so happy, he even whistled twice when he walked out.

A group of people were walking back to the dormitory on the small road, and Dai You turned back and said with emotion: "Xie Lan is really scary, thinking carefully? Horrible. What does it mean to be wrong about a question that you can't understand? This graded test didn't even touch his upper limit."

Dou Sheng put his hand in his coat pocket, with a faint smile in his black eyes, "Well, I knew he was strong, but I didn't expect to be able to reach this point. To be honest, this paper only has one wrong proof , I feel that I have reached my limit at this stage. I am convinced that I lost."

He said the last sentence with a glance at Xie Lan, and Xie Lan glanced back, always feeling that there must be a conspiracy behind this guy's decisive surrender.

Sure enough, when a group of people turned around the side of the teaching building, he suddenly felt a heaviness on his back. Dou Sheng put his arms around him and pressed his head on his shoulders. His chin was just right? It was near the collarbone where the violin usually reached.

The sky was dark and the street lamps were dim, which elongated the two overlapping shadows on the ground.

Dou Sheng turned his head slightly, and whispered in his ear: "Okay? You're amazing, Ermao, teach me? How did you pass the exam."

When he spoke, his breath hit Xie Lan's neckline, and Xie Lan froze suddenly.

The tingly and numb feeling climbed up the spine all the way to the top of the head, like being electrified.