Million UP school god plays me every day

The holidays are over and summer is upon us.The temperature has risen for several days in a row, the sycamore trees have blossomed, and the whole campus is decorated with light purple.

The basketball game that has been prepared for a long time finally kicked off. The school requires that the game be completed within a week. Every dinner time, the small playground and gymnasium are full of people, and the physical education teachers are running between various venues, very busy.

The board with the game schedule and results stands under the sycamore tree, and the paper is gently blown by the wind. There are people around the tree during each class break. It rains at night, and some students dig out the board from the dormitory and put it on the eaves of the cafeteria. Down.

Xie Lan walked on any road in the school, and the chatter around him was almost all basketball games or some outstanding players.He is in charge of filming the documentary of the basketball game of Class [-]. He wears a heavy SLR every day these days, and the tripod is propped up in the classroom aisle. Hu Xiujie can only turn a blind eye.

Filming football games is a lighthearted job, but he was a bit annoying.

——Why are there so many people calling Dou Sheng around the playground.Not only torturing his ears, but also distracting him repeatedly from behind the camera.

In the camera, Dou Sheng is wearing a pure white ball uniform, running and jumping lazily on the playground.In the last game when he was playing Class [-], he accidentally fell and almost knocked his forehead on the base of the basketball hoop. In this game, he wore a black forehead protector, which was wrapped around his forehead, so that those fluffy hairs would be more beautiful in the sun. Vigorous, with a gust of wind blowing, those hairs were blown back, Dou Sheng jumped up for a layup, the basketball drew an arc in the air, fell into the net, and stirred up an orange vortex.

"Dou Sheng!! Dou Sheng!!"

"MVP!!"

"I love you!!!"

"Chen Jixian from Class [-] likes you!!"

Xie Lan spun the camera's wrist, and the original shot of Yu Fei retreating to defend suddenly ran into the group of twelve people, focusing on a girl.

He stared blankly at the face of the somewhat familiar girl in the camera.

It's unbelievable, this person left him a message a month ago - "If you want to find someone from this school, you can contact me, I am Chen Jixian from class [-]."

The speed at which this goal was switched shocked Xie Lan for a whole year.

During the intermission, music started to play on the campus radio. It was an adapted version of "On the Top of the Red Flame", which was recently bloodbathed on major platforms. This song has also dominated the evening radio for several days. Dou Sheng would hum a few times before going on stage every day , If you hear it in the middle of the game, you will whistle twice while running.

After the players left the field, some spectators rushed to the small shop, leaving a large space in the field.Liu Yixuan led the girls from Class [-] to line up. They were wearing lavender simple Hanfu, standing under the plane tree, and called the players from Class [-] to come and take a group photo.

Xie Lan casually picked up the tripod and moved to the other side of the field to find an angle. He took out a pen from his pocket, compared a few lines on the screen, and moved the camera a little closer.

Che Ziming was beside him and said, "The pen is not bad."

Xie Lan focused on the camera and replied softly, "A business."

"What business?" Che Ziming was taken aback, "Is this pen an advertisement for you?"

"Ah."

M brand fountain pen, the main selling point is the entry-level hand-made nib, the appearance is also good, and the price is more than 200.

There are a lot of business cooperations recently, but Xie Lan wants to take it easy and study for a while, and there are still many video projects of her own in the queue, so she doesn't want to accept big business drafts for the time being.But this company only asked for a short video feed of about 60 seconds, and the price was right, so he accepted it.

Mainly to save some money.

It's mid-May now, and Dou Sheng's birthday is in early August, so preparations are about to start.

Che Ziming approached curiously, "What is the general procedure for you to accept advertisements?"

Xie Lan said: "Dou Sheng and I have been experimenting with pens for the past few days. We just signed the contract today, and we will release a video script next."

The sun was shining brightly, and the camera was a bit dizzy after looking at it for a long time, especially because there was someone inside that made him unable to look away.

After adjusting the angle, Xie Lan stood up straight and let the wind blow for a while.

He has accumulated a lot of ball game materials in the past few days, and he already has a rough idea for the video.

The terrible thing is that this basketball game is a group portrait video for the fourth class. There is no absolute protagonist, but someone's face is always on his face.

Flashing back and forth in my mind, the hot weather makes people a little irritable.

The physical education teacher blew a whistle, "There are still 2 minutes until the second half of the game! Players hurry up and get ready!"

The students standing at the entrance of the small cafeteria to enjoy the cool came back to the sidelines one after another. Dou Sheng and the others had a brief chat about tactics, and then went to the sidelines to wipe off their sweat and drink water.

Dou Sheng glanced back, fixed his eyes on Xie Lan, and walked towards him through the playground and the crowd.

Che Ziming casually handed over a bottle of water, "Here."

"I don't want yours." Dou Sheng yawned, "Xie Lan brought me water."

"I'll go, you must be sick." Che Ziming stared, "We bought the water together, it's exactly the same, and the cap is not opened, what's the difference?"

Dou Sheng leaned close to the camera, looked forward at the replay casually, and said with a smile, "The difference is that Xie Lan brought me all, there's no need to drink other people's."

Che Ziming's face was numb, "Those who didn't know thought you two were dating."

Xie Lan suddenly lost his expression when he heard the words, picked up the water from the ground and patted it in Dou Sheng's arms.

The small playground was crowded, and the voices of girls from other classes discussing Dou Sheng kept ringing in Xie Lan's ears.

Due to the large number of people, some people were so arrogant that they almost slammed the loudspeaker into Dou Sheng's ear, but Dou Sheng seemed to be unable to hear anything. He stood in front of Xie Lan loudly and poured half a bottle with his head raised. water, and stuff it back to him.

"You need to make me look handsome." Dou Sheng held up the camera again, holding the back of Xie Lan's hand.

Xie Lan's eyes moved, and he hurriedly looked away.

"Ah."

When it's hot, people can't stand teasing.

Although Hu Xiujie kept saying that "a calm mind naturally cools down", Xie Lan felt that it might be difficult for him to maintain a calm mind.

Che Ziming said with emotion: "Herring's condition is still a bit sluggish. After returning from the Three Gorges, if people return the Hanfu to him, he will be useless."

Xie Lan glanced at the field after hearing the words, Yu Fei had already drunk the water and returned to the field, with a dejected look on his face, he worked hard to stand up without falling down.

Dou Sheng clicked his tongue, "Rejected?"

"No, didn't you mean to think about it after the college entrance examination." Che Ziming sighed, "Young Master Herring may want to spend this year and a half quickly through sluggishness, wishing to travel directly to after the college entrance examination."

The referee blew the whistle, and Dou Sheng ran back to the field.

The camera's memory card was about to be full, so Xie Lan flipped through the previous materials and simply took a break.

He looked at Yu Fei with a look of lovelessness on the field for a moment, and couldn't help asking: "Has Liu Yixuan returned the clothes to him?"

Che Ziming nodded, "Yes."

So Yu Fei now has two Hanfu and is homeless.

Xie Lan suddenly had a heart attack, thinking of a certain uniform hanging in Dou Sheng's closet.

Dou Sheng's wardrobe can't carry more, never.

"You can help him sell the Hanfu." Xie Lan said.

Che Ziming turned his head in surprise, "I help him? Why am I helping him? Let Douzi help, Douzi has so many fans on Weibo, let's yell."

Xie Lan's back started to feel cold, and it took him a long time to calm down: "He is in a bad mood recently, and he doesn't bother to post on Weibo. And you are Yu Fei's best friend."

"That's what you said." Che Ziming was suddenly happy, "Okay, then I will quietly help him to post it on the second-hand website. Damn, Herring and you are also very good, don't worry, I just have a cheerful personality. He is also a good person, he always takes the initiative to pester him, so he is willing to talk to me more, if you can be like me..."

Xie Lan nodded like a woodpecker, "Hmm..."

The basketball match lasted for a week and finally came to an end. Class [-] ranked second in the final total score. Dou Sheng was the player who won the most MVPs in the school year. Both awards were posted on the classroom wall.

On the way home on Friday, Xie Lan suddenly received a reply from the pen brand, and frowned unconsciously after clicking on the message.

Dou Sheng leaned over, "What's wrong?"

"The script didn't pass." Xie Lan casually asked the reason in the group, frowned and said, "The PR said the direction is completely wrong."

It's a bit unbelievable. He designed the usage scenarios for the pens of the four colors of the body respectively. No matter whether it is the lens aesthetics or the function display, he can't find any faults.

If Fang is dissatisfied, it is not necessary to deny it completely.

After a while, there was a shock in the group, and the PR named Kris chased a message.

-Actually, our main appeal is to photograph you writing with our pen, you can think about what to write and how to display our pen tip.

Xie Lan was shocked for a while at these few lines.

-Desperately ill: Are you sure you want me to shoot this ad?Is it me or the most handsome sinus in the world @RJJSD?

The other party replied in seconds: It's you.

Xie Lan's heart sank, and he muttered, "I feel like this ad is going to disappear."

"Ask again." Dou Sheng said, "Maybe they have other arrangements."

Xie Lan sighed, bit the bullet and continued to ask.

- Terminally ill: Have you read my words?I can't write very well.

-Kris: Well, I watched your study live.You can't say that your handwriting is not very good-looking, it can only be said that it is very interesting.

- terminally ill: ...

-Kris: This is what we want. For sand sculpture advertisements, the uglier the characters, the better.

-Kris: Oh, by the way, it's better to act out your clumsy handwriting, the way you write and scratch, and how funny you are in the commercial at the same time.

Dou Sheng held his forehead beside him, trembling all over.

Xie Lan put down the phone expressionlessly, "He seems to be scolding me."

"Pfft." Dou Sheng still couldn't hold back his laughter, and while coughing wildly, he reached out and stroked Xie Lan's hair indiscriminately.

Xie Lan avoided it with a cold face, "Get lost."

But the contract has been signed, and the video has to be changed according to what the brand says.

After returning home, Xie Lan put the two cameras on the table expressionlessly, and was going to try to record a writing focus first, and then see how to design the plot and program effects.

Zhao Wenying was not at home, so as soon as Dou Sheng came back, he rushed upstairs to take a shower, came down with a head of steam, and sat next to him to order takeaway.

It's just a trial recording, and it doesn't matter what to write. Xie Lan intends to write a piece of ancient poems given to him by Lao Qin today to fill in the blanks.He replaced the pen with a new ink cartridge, turned on the recording mode, sat down, and adjusted the camera angle.

Two cameras, one for close-up of hands, pen and paper, and one for recording his half-body writing.The little red dot started to flicker, Xie Lan lowered his head and began to write the paper.

Dou Sheng was next to him. In the camera, half of his body was also in the mirror, and the field of vision was just stuck at the joint between the collarbone and the neck, as well as the hand holding the mobile phone.

Xie Lan glanced at Dou Sheng on the screen from the corner of his eye. That slender hand was holding the phone, shaking it occasionally in the camera.

For a 60-second short video, if you write non-stop, you can probably write five to seven questions at Xie Lan's speed, but that will be a bit rushed, and the audience's attention will be all on answering the questions, not enough on the pen.

Xie Lan controlled the rhythm of writing, and looked at the images on the monitor from time to time.

One characteristic of his characters is that they are large.Both horizontal and vertical strokes are big and stiff, like elementary school students writing.After practicing calligraphy for so long, it is nothing more than upgrading from the first grade to the second grade, and it is still the same ugly.

I have to say, holding such a beautiful pen but writing these words, it is a bit shameful to watch it in the camera.

The more Xie Lan wrote, the more uncomfortable he became. Whenever he glanced at the close-up shots out of the corner of his eye, he would feel uncomfortable, and his heart began to feel a little irritable.

He moved his body subconsciously, and Dou Sheng made a low "huh?" beside him, then raised his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Xie Lan had no choice but to calm down again, "I just don't think the words look good."

Hearing this, Dou Sheng leaned over, "Let me take a look."

With the movement of getting up, he completely entered the mirror, propped his smooth arms on the table, looked at it for a while and said with a smile: "It's pretty good, you only care about your own words so you don't think it looks good, in fact, outsiders look pretty cute , and how should I put it, shortening the distance between this pen and the audience all of a sudden, it is not the kind of cold advertisement, this PR is quite thoughtful.”

"Yeah." Xie Lan sighed, lowered her head and continued to write a sentence to fill in the blank.

There is a high mark of six dragons returning to the sun.

The next sentence should be "Going back to Sichuan with ups and downs", from "The Difficult Road to Shu".

Dou Sheng sat back

Before placing an order for takeaway, Xie Lan wrote this sentence, seeing that there were still ten seconds left.

He was about to write another sentence.

The last sentence is blank, and the next sentence is "the danger is high!"

It's still "The Road to Shu", the last sentence should be "噫噫嚱", Xie Lan's mind suddenly froze, and he barely finished writing the word "噫宇", and then traced the word "噫". In the position of the three words, there was a word next to the word, and the tip of the pen paused awkwardly.

"嚱" can't be written.

I actually wrote it twice in class today, but I didn’t remember it, and I forgot it all again.

It was obviously a test recording, but he suddenly became a little nervous when facing the camera, and looked up and looked around in a daze—the Chinese paperwork was not brought.

Dou Sheng put down his phone, and the takeaway order was submitted on the screen.

"Finished the recording?" He said casually glanced at the paper, "Let me see the effect..."

"Huh?" He paused for a moment, "Can't write 嚱?"

"..."

After a long time, Xie Lan sighed, and was about to resign to his fate and turn off the phone to find a book, when Dou Sheng suddenly leaned over.

His right hand went around behind Xie Lan, pinching Xie Lan's hand holding the pen.The distance was so close that his breath was rubbing against his ear.

Xie Lan's scalp was numb, and he turned his head to the side in some embarrassment, and asked softly, "What are you doing?"

"Teach you." Dou Sheng smiled in his ear, his soft and low voice was a bit cool, "My boyfriend can't write, so I have the obligation to teach him."

Xia Tian's clothes are thin, and the boy's body is slightly attached, and he can feel each other's heartbeat and breathing ups and downs.

There is also heat when body temperature conducts.

Xie Lan's brain started to go blank, and his senses were divided into two, one half was Dou Sheng's breath rubbing against his shoulder and ear, the other half was Dou Sheng holding his hand.

He held the pen, and Dou Sheng's slender fingers covered his fingers, imitating his pen holding posture and holding his hand.Then Dou Sheng gently exerted force on his wrist, and grabbed his hand to the position where the words should be written on the paper, dipping the tip of the pen on the page.

Dou Sheng took his hand and slowly stroked it down, and whispered in his ear: "This character, 嚱, is a modal particle, expressing sigh. The left side is mouth, and the right side is the right side of the homophonic word 'xi'. Half side. The middle can be written like this, the upper half of the tiger, replace the few inside with the bean of the bean, the big cat bean, which is the middle part of the word. "

Dou Sheng's exhalation made Xie Lan itch from behind his ears to his neck. He was caught off guard and caught sight of the camera. The red dots flickered, and the camera was still recording.In the distant shot, Dou Sheng was next to him, and his eyes were trembling in a panic, with red from his cheeks to his collarbone.

After writing this word, Xie Lan let go of the pen, but Dou Sheng didn't let go. He leaned against Xie Lan's back, his lips pressed against his ear bone, and his five fingers sank into his, bending up, She held his hand tightly and rubbed against his palm.

The feeling of electric shock climbed up the whole body along the ear bones, Xie Lan raised his head in a hurry, but saw Dou Sheng kissing him gently in the camera, the camera auto-focus made a clicking sound, and the background was slightly blurred during the focus, he and But Dou Sheng was so clear, so clear that even the trembling of the eyelashes of the two of them was perfectly captured.

Xie Lan looked away in a panic, and after a long time, he hurriedly turned his head and touched Dou Sheng's lips.

After a long time, Dou Sheng let go of his hand.

There was also a slight blush under the fair complexion of the young man, but it was much better than that of Xie Lan.He cleared his throat, took off the camera and flipped forward. After flipping through for a while, he whispered: "Oh, this material seems to be unusable."

Xie Lan didn't say a word, and he couldn't help but chuckled: "If this is made into a demo and sent to the brand side, I don't think they will have any problems, but the two of us can really blow up station B."

Xie Lan looked at him blankly.

His brain was still blank, he had slight tinnitus in his ears, and his Chinese ability seemed to have disappeared all of a sudden. After listening to Dou Sheng for a long time, he didn't understand a single word.

After a long while, he stood up with difficulty and said, "I'm going to get a... Coke, do you want it?"

What is Coke in Chinese...

Damn, can't remember.

Returning overnight to before liberation, most of the children are about to be disabled.

Dou Sheng twitched his lips, and in his clear black and white eyes was Zhao

Satisfied, she whispered, "Do you know where Coke is, and I'll take you to find it?"

The stool and the floor rubbed against each other harshly, Xie Lan turned around and walked towards the kitchen, leaving someone's laughter behind.

He walked into the kitchen in a hurry, his side face was reflected in the glass frame of the painting on the wall, he turned his head, and met the absent-minded eyes on the glass shadow.

Oh shit.Dou Sheng is so annoying.

Xie Lan suffocated for a while, walked to the refrigerator and opened the door, stared at the meat in the freezer for a while, then closed the door again with a bang, and opened the refrigerator next to it.

A wide variety of drinks were piled up together. He reached in and clicked the cans one by one with his fingers. After a long time, he finally ordered two cans of red and black colors. He picked them out with his fingers, and his fingertips were still trembling.

Xie Lan clamped two cans of cold drinks on his body with his right arm, and the cold air spread from his skin all of a sudden, and he felt a little sore after a while.

He stood still for a while in the slight pain, until the phone in his pocket vibrated continuously, and he finally recovered.

It's MR.X who loves to eat. After returning from the Three Gorges, he asked for his WeChat.

-X: Let me tell you, you can go to the selection link I posted last time for the selection of qualifications for the arrangement of Chinese manga, and put your name on it.

-X: "On the Top of the Red Flame" is too good, my friend said, the studio called you to participate in the OST recording

-X: But the embarrassment of this matter is embarrassing. The poster says that the main arranger and the two co-creators are selected from the applicants, so you have to make another registration

-X: Do you know what kind of heavyweight opportunity this is?Xie Lan, let go of your aloofness and sign up quickly!If it’s really not possible, you paste my words to Dou Zi, and let him analyze and analyze them for you, he will definitely understand

-X: Are you there?People are waiting, do you understand what I said? ?

Xie Lan stared blankly at the screen for 5 minutes.

The brain froze and couldn't see it.

Then he frowned, pulled it back to the top, and read it again.

It seems to see some keywords.

and many more.

Suddenly, his gaze swept to the last few lines, and he glanced through it in a hurry: Give Douzi...let him hold hands...

!

His mind collapsed silently, he typed a line hastily, and threw the phone on the stage.

-Desperately ill: Say tomorrow, I can’t read Chinese today.

-X:? ? ?