Million UP school god plays me every day

After school at [-]:[-] p.m., it was getting dark early, and the campus was lit with street lights.

A group of people walked together, and Che Ziming poked his phone and said, "I'm pulling you, this group without teachers."

Xie Lan's phone vibrated.

"Chelizi" has invited you to join the group chat "Siban Jiongyoushen"

He was thinking about saying hello when Che Ziming sent another one.

-Cheerilee: Let's start the welcome ceremony for new students!

The phone vibrated immediately.The screen scrolled down, and the whole class typed out the same emoticon package in unison——

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Xie Lan almost threw the phone out.

A round of emojis exploded.

-Crystal: Welcome, Big One Hundred and Fifteen.

-Vincent: Class [-] welcomes the strong!

- Croissant: The nickname should not be called Renaissance, it should be called Gauss Alive.

The people below started to brush all kinds of emoji packs of owls rolling and laughing.

Che Ziming held his mobile phone and laughed, "Do you think our classmates look a bit like owls?"

Xie Lan looked at him silently and nodded.

"That's right. The owl is the signboard of the fourth class, and what we want is this temperament. The slogan of our class is two words—Jing! God!"

"……Oh."

Dou Sheng walked beside Xie Lan with his schoolbag hanging on his left shoulder. A gust of wind passed by. He reached out and grabbed a handful in the air, leaving a piece of phoenix trees rolled by the wind between his fingers.

Dai You said with a smile: "It's almost sprouting, and there are still dead leaves. It's strange."

There was a faint smile in Dou Sheng's eyes, and he gently pinched the withered and slightly curled leaf.

After the end of the group, Che Mingshui asked again, "What is the level of mathematics in British high schools?"

Xie Lan squeezed the cold fingertips that were blown by the wind, "It's actually not as good as in China. I learned AMC, so I can adapt."

"what is that?"

Yu Feibai glanced at him: "I don't know about this. The high school mathematics competitions in Europe and the United States are graded. Xie Lan has at least reached AMC12, right? The difficulty is similar to that in China, but domestic emphasis is on more advanced mathematical knowledge, and AMC focuses on abstract mathematical principles. "

Xie Lan listened to the general idea, and casually hummed in agreement.

Dou Sheng turned to look at him: "Dare to ask about the ranking?"

"Top 1%."

Yu Fei took a long breath, "A cow."

Che Ziming hissed, "Hey, then do you think it's difficult to deal with it this time?"

Xie Lan replied hesitantly: "Physics... is okay."

Che Ziming nodded, "It means it's not difficult, awesome, what about chemistry?"

"..." Xie Lan was silent for a while, "I don't know."

"what?"

Xie Lan sighed, "I don't understand the question."

Dou Sheng beside him turned his head to the other side, Xie Lan glanced at him, and found that the corners of his mouth were tightly pursed, as if he was holding back a smile.

Xie Lan looked back indifferently.

"Ah..." Che Ziming immediately comforted him and said, "Then maybe the chemical progress is faster in China, it's okay, you have a good brain to follow."

Xie Lan didn't want to recall the large set of blank science papers, so she tugged at her schoolbag and said nothing.

"Alas, herring, look at the school gate." Che Ziming went to poke at the door again: "Chen Ge has already packed everything."

There were people coming and going outside the school gate, the car clearly said that it was the boy sitting by the back door during the day, thin and sharp, Xie Lan had eye contact with him once in the morning, those eyes were obviously beautiful, but very dark.

"He will have to leave this time." Dai You said with some regret: "Back then, he was ranked second in the city in the senior high school entrance examination, but he and Dou Zi were also called the double heroes of the fourth class."

Che Ziming said in a low voice: "I still remember how high-spirited he was on the first day of high school. Who would have thought... I hope he can also bottom out and rebound, just like our family..."

Dou Sheng suddenly interrupted: "What are you doing talking about others, you can die of idleness."

He raised his hand and stuffed something into Xie Lan's palm, "I'll give you a present, don't tell my mom about the fight today."

Xie Lan spread out his palms and looked at the dead leaf with a cold face.

Never say anything, just write a letter to your mother.Chinese-English bilingual.

However, the fact is that Zhao Wenying didn't go home at all, and it is said that there were three consecutive rounds of entertainment tonight.

Xiao Ma bought Cantonese-style dim sum for the two of them as a midnight snack. Dou Sheng didn't eat at the restaurant, so he took a box of puffs and went back to his room.

Xie Lan went upstairs after supper, passed by Dou Sheng's door, the door was not closed, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the room.

Dou Sheng's room was much bigger than his.The furniture is only simple beds and tables. There are several high and low studio lights in the open space. The largest one is more than 1.2 meters in diameter. There is also a large box for the line board and the battery.

Dou Sheng was adjusting the light stand with his back to the door, and the puffs were at hand. He picked one up and threw it into his mouth. After three seconds, he tilted his neck, and the puffs disappeared.

Xie Lan suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and poked open the small pink TV icon that he had just downloaded.

Dou Sheng turned back to pick up something and was startled again, "I'll go, why are you walking so silently?"

Xie Lan asked: "Are you doing eating video?"

Dou Sheng was taken aback, "What?"

"Similar to this kind—" Xie Lan picked up the words he recognized on the screen and read: "Deep... deep what a huge mouth, human flesh... picking, is it reading picking, human flesh boning machine? Iron pot stock, no, stew, Stew yourself in an iron pot?"

"..." Dou Sheng had a dazed expression on his face.

"Today the car clearly said that you have millions..."

"Ah!" Dou Sheng suddenly realized, his Adam's apple twitched, "Yes! Yes... Let's say it is, it's called eating and broadcasting in China."

Eat and broadcast with millions of fans.

Xie Lan squeezed the phone tightly. What he cared most about was actually his cousin's affairs.

"Then yesterday at the convenience store at the airport, were you on...uh, livestream?"

Dou Sheng: "Live broadcast?"

"Ah."

Dou Sheng shook his head resolutely, took care of his hearing and slowly explained: "I never broadcast live, I just responded to a few voice calls yesterday. I am very shy, I only eat and don't talk in front of the camera, and I don't say anything to fans. "

Xie Lan was silent when he heard the words. He was deeply suspicious of "shyness", and even suspected that he had misunderstood the word.

"Bilibili, right? I installed it, what's your ID?"

Dou Sheng's expression froze, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a few words, "MRX, which I love to eat."

Xie Lan typed and searched, "There is no such name."

Dou Sheng frowned, thought for a while and said, "Slip of the tongue, MR.X who loves to eat, the word "rice" is missing."

Found it this time.

Xie Lan glanced at the number of fans, and said in surprise: "It turns out that there are 148 million followers, this can't just be counted as millions."

"Hmm..." Dou Sheng paused for a few seconds, "Recently, the number of fans has increased rapidly."

Xie Lan casually clicked on a video.

It is indeed eating and broadcasting, and it is professionally recording chewing sound ASMR.They only listen to the radio and don’t show their faces. The camera looks down at the food on the table. It seems a bit shy. Even the movement of reaching for the food will be cut out, let alone the face, and any physical features will not be captured.

Xie Lan turned to the latest news notice, "Are you going to record and drink a whole pot of meat sauce this weekend?"

Dou Sheng lost his expression: "...Really? I forgot."

"Hurry up and go to bed." He came over and put his hand on the door, "Get rid of jet lag, good night."

Just halfway through the conversation, the door was closed, and the second half came out through the door.As soon as the sign is down, the business is closed again today.

Xie Lan didn't care about these details. The cousin's matter had nothing to do with the millions of fans. He felt a lot relieved all of a sudden. He clicked on Follow and went back to his room.

There were several pieces of washed clothes folded on the bed, and a small note.

- I bought it according to your style, and then I will go to Taobao by myself (smiley face)

The inscription is "Aunt Zhao".

Xie Lan looked at the little note, and opened the drawer to put it away after a while.

When he took off his clothes, the dead sycamore leaf fell out of his pocket. He was going to throw it away, but when he picked it up, his fingertips touched the protruding veins of the leaf, and he stopped again.

My mother's illness was discovered four years ago, and she passed away after two years of treatment.

During the two years in the hospital, she occasionally told him about her hometown in Chinese. In the 90s, there were phoenix trees growing outside Wangjiang Lane, and it was the same in the campus. Every autumn, there were falling leaves everywhere.

Now Xie Lan lives in the former Wangjiang Lane, and attends the school that Xiao Langjing attended back then. Time flies, and he feels in a daze that he has traveled through time and space, returning here to walk the path his mother walked back then.

He stared blankly at the dead leaf, and finally put it in the drawer and put it away.

The first class on the second day is Chinese.

Xie Lan attached great importance to it. He went to the Academic Affairs Office early in the morning to pick up the teaching materials. Before class, he checked all the unfamiliar words in the first three paragraphs of the first text, and carefully marked them in English.

Dou Sheng fell asleep next to his left hand all morning, and didn't even ring the class bell.

The Chinese teacher, surnamed Qin, was a male teacher. He stepped onto the podium with a stack of papers in his hands, and immediately turned green on the faces of the people below.

Dai You said quietly: "Are you so stupid, you can learn Chinese in one night?"

Lao Qin smiled, "No, you preview the "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng" in this class, and I will continue to grade the papers."

The bottom breathed a sigh of relief.

"But there is something before that." Lao Qin changed the subject, "I heard that a new classmate in Class [-] made Teacher Ma look ten years younger overnight. Rejuvenate early."

There was a good-natured laugh underneath.

Che Ziming covered his mouth with a book and leaned back, "Here, come, the second teacher who is overwhelmed by your strength."

Xie Lan: "..."

Hope it wasn't shattered.

Lao Qin took out a copy from the pile of test papers, "Student Xie Lan——"

The whole class held their breath.

Lao Qin looked down at the paper, turned a page back after a while, hesitated to speak, and turned another page after a while.

He flipped faster and faster, and the bottom became quieter and quieter. When he reached the last page, he finally stopped. Everyone basically bases the article on the argument that 'no one is an island that is self-contained and isolated from the world', let's listen to Xie Lan's interpretation."

Xie Lan froze.

He doesn't understand what Jianai is, he only knows that he knows neither "isolation" nor "isolated island", and the composition only settles on the first half sentence.

Died more thoroughly than expected.

Lao Qin came over to pass the paper in person, "Let's read it."

"..."

After half a minute, Xie Lan slowly got up.

The composition seems to be half a page long, but in fact only the first paragraph is in Chinese.He is extremely poor at handwriting, most of the characters can be recognized or not written, and he turned to the front to find what was in the reading, and copied it down.The exam time is limited, and after finishing the first paragraph, I gave up and changed to English.

"No one is self-contained, this is a point of view that everyone agrees on." Xie Lan lowered his head and thought, "We seem to be independent, but we are actually composed of two halves—"

Che Ziming frantically pounded on the door below, "Damn it, hurry up and remember, I feel like there is a wonderful metaphor coming out."

Xie Lan: "... half is mother, half is father."

Che Zi wrote a few words with a brush, when the nib of the pen suddenly froze.

He turned his head slowly: "?"

The owls slowly turned their heads: "?"

Dou Sheng woke up, sat up straight, and looked up at Xie Lan.

Xie Lan seemed like a dead person, and continued to read: "No one is self-contained. We should be grateful to our parents, just like the ancient Chinese Confucius gave pears, showing the traditional culture, filial piety."

In fact, he can't write the word filial piety, and he didn't find it in the reading, so he temporarily changed to English in the examination room, filialduty.

There was a dead silence in the classroom for ten seconds.

Until Dou Sheng suddenly made a pop——

"Fairy will die."

Then the owls lifted the roof off, the car slammed on the table, its buttocks tilted and almost turned over with the stool.

"Absolutely hahahaha!!"

"Boss Xie Lan, Xiaoao Jianghu!"

"What's so difficult about writing, Xie Lan will pass it by as a filial piety!"

"Confucius gave pears and big grass, and Kong Rong had filial piety and nine springs."

"..."

Xie Lan moved the paper away, hating Dou Sheng with his eyes.

Dou Sheng smiled very happily, and somehow got another sycamore leaf, raised his hand and wrote a line of small characters, and patted it on Xie Lan's desk.

——Xie Lan, filial piety comes from strength.