Million UP school god plays me every day

The identity of SilentWaves was exposed, and when they returned to school, the whole class of owls stared at Xie Lan with an extremely malicious smile.

Directly stare at Xie Lan.

He originally walked into the classroom talking and laughing with Dou Sheng, but half a minute later, he completely lost his expression.

While looking down for homework, Che Ziming suddenly leaned back, "Lan, look at me."

Xie Lan raised his head without knowing the truth, and the screen in front of him flickered, capturing a photo of Che Ziming and him.

Che Ziming smiled, "I want to send it to my grandma, she also read your hot search."

Dou Sheng snorted aside, "The old lady is still keeping up with the times, isn't she confused?"

"Occasionally, it's still the same." Che Zi waved his hand, got up and asked Xie Lan for his math homework, "Where's yours, broccoli?"

The nib of Xie Lanzheng's pen was writing hard, the ball of the pen fell off, and a large drop of pen oil smeared on the paper.

Fist hard.

Dou Sheng coughed twice happily, "Right now."

It's not a peaceful night back to school.

Lao Qin, who was watching the self-study, took advantage of Xie Lan's inattention, patrolled behind him, and then raised his mobile phone to take a selfie with him silently.

When Xie Lan turned around, he was almost scared to death by the intimate photo of himself and Lao Qin on the screen.

"..."

This frenzy of meme-playing lasted for almost a week.

After finally making it to the weekend, fans were shouting for the new video, but Xie Lan put twelve words on the introduction.

"The end of the term is approaching, business is suspended, update as you please."

It is said that the fans are overwhelmed with longing.

Dou Sheng has recently become obsessed with a card game. During the live broadcast on weekends, he drew cards for a while. During this period, he ensured that Xie Lan did not quit the station at least seven or eight times before he managed to deal with the depressed fans.

June brought a scorching sun. The first week of the weekly exam results came out. Xie Lan did well in the exam. She got [-] in Chinese, and took a small step forward.

One afternoon, when everyone else went to the cafeteria, he and Dou Sheng stayed in their seats without moving.

Xie Lan was reading a piece of classical Chinese, when suddenly Dou Sheng casually said: "Hey, you are going to catch up with Mr. Jiada in voting on the web page of "The Boys on the Strings."

"Ok?"

Xie Lan looked up, his eyes were dazed for a while, and he was suddenly shocked, "Catched up?!"

Dou Sheng smiled, "Well, Jiada didn't mention this before, but posted a Weibo last night, so today's votes surpassed yours again. You are biting each other very hard now."

Xie Lan poked open the voting page. At this moment, Jiada still had the highest number of votes, but the difference was not too big. Both of them were in the millions, and Jiada had [-] more votes than him.

During the last public opinion period, the organizers wanted to reduce the fluctuation of votes caused by public opinion. After considering it, they upgraded the selection system. The voting results accounted for 70% of the weight, and there was an additional round of interviews at the end. I don’t know who they are biasing.

Dou Sheng sighed, "Jiada is a leader in the industry, with a huge fan base. The voting period is 28 days, and now it's almost halfway through before you barely catch up."

The interview may not necessarily have an advantage. The competition between laymen and experts is illusory no matter how you think about it.

But this opportunity is really good.

Xie Lan lowered his head and continued to write two strokes, feeling a little lost in his heart, and said softly: "Forget it, let it take its course."

Dou Sheng sighed, "It's a pity that it's 100 million."

Xie Lan paused at the tip of his pen, "How much?"

"100 million." Dou Sheng raised his eyebrows, "100 million is the commission for the chief arranger this time, the cooperation is happy and there may be subsequent episode productions, it's not just 100 million, don't you know?"

Xie Lan's face was filled with confusion.

100 million is equivalent to receiving three or four business drafts. According to one promotion for every four videos, it takes half a year of hard work.

Dou Sheng burst into laughter, "The three characters 'I want' suddenly appeared on someone's face."

"Of course I do, at least I don't have to worry about it during college." Xie Lan was stunned, "Why so many?"

"Originally it was an anime with a music theme, and the official wanted to use the OP to announce the hype, and the selection of candidates in the early stage was also for the sake of hype." Dou Sheng slid his fingertips on the screen, "Interview requirements

Let's talk about the situation after the summer vacation. "

It can only be like this.

"Help me keep an eye on the counting of the votes." Xie Lan still had a little flame in his heart that couldn't be extinguished.

Dou Sheng smiled and turned the pen, and tapped the tip of the pen on the paper, teasingly said: "Don't feel pressured, even if you are poor after college, you can share a piece of bread with your boyfriend."

Xie Lan remained expressionless for a second, "No, this is the unyielding spirit of a violinist."

Hearing this, Dou Sheng stretched out his hand, and gently pinched his cheek, "It's terrible, senior."

Xie Lan frowned and opened his hand.Dou Sheng closed his hand with a smile, and casually pulled the wrinkled collar.

As the wind blew, the tips of Xie Lan's ears turned red.

Green Zijin, Youyouwoxin.

The boy's pen tip hastily scratched across the paper, transcribing this poem into the accumulation book.

The college entrance examination took two days off. After the exam, the third year of senior high school officially left school.The student union has been silent for a long time, and finally there are club activities.

Xie Lan didn't take it seriously at first, but suddenly received a WeChat message.

-Rong Xinxin: My god, there is a stall in the playground at dinner time tomorrow, you come and sit for an hour?

Xie Lan was puzzled by that WeChat message for a while, and asked politely: Who are you?

-Rong Xinxin:?

-Rong Xinxin: Your beloved president of the Debating Club, it's only been two months since you organized any activities, did you forget about me?

Xie Lan: "..."

There are only a few months in a semester.

He stared at that WeChat message for a while, before he dug out Rong Xinxin's words two months ago from his memory.

Recruit people first, hold a competition in June, and complete the KPI of club activities this semester.

Xie Lan hesitated for a moment, then typed and asked: What do I need to do?

-Rong Xinxin: Sit there and be a living sign.

Live signs, seriously?

How funny is Xie Lan's language proficiency? Word of mouth has spread in both English and Chinese. The debating club pulls him out as a signboard. Who can attract people?

While she was speechless, Rong Xinxin sent another message: As long as you can recruit 16 people and form four debate teams, I will let you go.

Dou Sheng came back from the outside and put the steaming milk tea on Xie Lan's table, "What are you looking at?"

Xie Lan got up and let him in, "What do you mean by entangling?"

"Entanglement?" Dou Sheng pondered for a while, "Shouldn't it be Zen? The pronunciation is the same as that of a fan. It means that the old emperor is still alive, and the throne is given up to the new emperor."

Xie Lan squeezed the phone tightly.

"It's over, she really wants to pass it on to me." Xie Lan frowned and said, "The debating club is about to recruit new people, and the activities haven't been held yet. They want me to be the president. Why do I think this is so wrong?"

Dou Sheng just smiled when he heard the words, "There's nothing wrong with it. It's impossible for Yingzhong to set up clubs. Every president was tricked and abducted by the previous Lianmeng. Once they got on the pirate ship, they couldn't get off until they were fooled." One person. Do you know why it was passed on to you and not to other members?"

Xie Lan was silent for a moment, then said quietly, "Because the other members already know the real situation."

Dou Sheng laughed tremblingly, with the bright afternoon sun in his dark eyes, he leaned over and whispered in his ear: "You are smart, boyfriend."

Xie Lan's cheeks were red hot from the sun by the window, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Didn't you try to improve your Chinese at the beginning?" Dou Sheng said with a smile, "Isn't it considered an improvement to deal with these people?"

Xie Lan: "..."

If 16 people are recruited, he will quit the company.

No, we need to recruit 17 people, and we need to recruit a president.

The next day, 10 minutes before dinner, Xie Lan and Lao Ma asked for leave and came out early.

There are about a dozen tables set up on the Yingzhong small playground, one for each club. It is said that the student union arranges seats according to the size of the club. Xie Lan walked all the way back until he reached the last table in the corner, and finally saw the pitiful table. Xixi's "Yinghua Debate Club" table sign, and Rong Xinxin herself sitting behind the table.

Xie Lan was depressed, "Are we really that bad?"

Rong Xinxin looked up from the paper, "Debate is a kind of spirit, a kind of love, and there is no need to measure other things. Hey, you

Help me see how to solve this math problem? "

"..."

Annoying.

Xie Lan helped her solve a math problem, sat behind the desk, and let out a long sigh.

The melodious get out of class bell rang, and within half a minute, there was a mighty team swarming over the teaching building, boys and girls sprinting for [-] meters - ran straight past the stalls on the small playground, along the romantic road The plane tree-lined road leads straight to the cafeteria.

Xie Lan sighed again.

"Relax, my god." Rong Xinxin continued to bury her head in the math paper, "We have to wait until they finish eating."

A familiar and good-looking hand broke in from the corner of the eye, and put a bag of M notes on the table.

"I'm here to visit the class." Dou Sheng said with a smile: "By the way, I will deliver food."

Only then did Rong Xinxin look up, pulled a stool from the side, and kicked it recklessly, "Sit."

Xie Lan whispered to Dou Sheng, "I guess there won't be anyone."

Dou Sheng smiled, "Isn't that good? You old members fooled you until the end of this semester. It's not bad that the student union automatically disbands you when you are in the third year of high school."

The sun was still shining at five o'clock in the afternoon. Today, Dou Sheng wore a white T-shirt and white pants, and his skin was also white, shining brightly in the sun.

The fluffy black hair and black eyes are more clearly set off, making it difficult for people to look away.

Xie Lan unconsciously stared at him sideways for a while before pulling his head back.

Subconsciously glanced at the club leader in front of him.

Movie Club, Hip-hop Club, Go Club... and even Sudoku Club, each ranked ahead of them.

For no reason, a small cluster of flames called the desire to win and lose was born in people's hearts.

Rong Xinxin suddenly raised her head and said, "I don't think I will be dissatisfied, just watch."

As she spoke, she looked at her watch, folded the math papers and stuffed them into her bag, "Xie Lan, sit outside!"

Before Xie Lan could react, people began to come out in groups at the entrance of the cafeteria.

Rong Xinxin took out a pocket bluetooth speaker from her schoolbag, and took two steps towards it.

"Good news! Good news! The Yinghua Debate Club is recruiting!!"

The impassioned MLM voice came from the speakers, Xie Lan trembled in his heart, and couldn't help looking at her back with mentally ill eyes.

"The Yinghua Debating Club is recruiting!!" Rong Xinxin waved the small speaker, and the unrestrained voice came from inside, "The debating club where senior Xie Lan works is recruiting!! Welcome to know, welcome to join!! Regardless What is your current level of literary literacy and eloquence, come to the Elite Debating Club and grow up with Senior Xie Lan!!"

Xie Lan: "???"

Dou Sheng suddenly shouted in amazement: "Oh!"

Xie Lan turned his head to look in the direction he was looking, and saw the students who had just come out of the cafeteria heard the sound, rushing straight past the movie club, hip-hop club... towards the dilapidated Yinghua Debating Club Come.

Rong Xinxin joyfully put the speaker on the table, turned on the infinite loop mode, and patted the table, "Don't be dazed, let everyone publish!"

The first person has already arrived at the table, it is a girl, "Senior, please give Zhang the application form for joining the company."

Xie Lan subconsciously handed over a watch, glanced behind her, there were men and women, slightly more girls, more than 20 people had already been discharged in a while.

Rong Xinxin is happily organizing the order.

The girl bent down to fill out the form, and slapped the table, "I'll wait for the good news!"

The next person has already come, "Senior Xie Lan, I also want an application form."

Dou Sheng took out a ballpoint pen and asked four people to fill in the form at the same time, and the small table was immediately crowded.

Under the tremendous shock, Xie Lan turned into an emotionless publishing machine.

Come, publish, please inside.

He looked at the classmates who were crowded at the table writing messages, and then at the long black queue, and couldn't help asking the boys around him in a low voice, "Did you take money?"

"Ah?" The boy was stunned for a moment, "Didn't you say that you are the president of this debating club? I'm here for you."

Xie Lan: "?"

The boy smiled, "Study

Good looks, I am Tianran, the king of Class [-], Grade [-], and my hobbies are games and music. I have been following you on station B for a long time, and I am your listed fan. "

As soon as the words fell, the girl beside him said, "I'm still Xie Lan's captain."

"..."

Xie Lan looked away blankly.

His eyesight began to blur.

It took less than 10 minutes to set up the stall, and one hundred printed application forms were sent out.

Rong Xinxin closed the booth happily, and bought ice cream for the people who lined up behind her as severance pay out of her own pocket, and put a stack of application forms in front of Xie Lan.

"Future president, you have to screen the candidates yourself. After all, they are the people you want to bring in in the future. Feel free to contact me if you don't understand. Let's try to send the text message tomorrow. The first event on Wednesday, me and other old members also go."

Xie Lan's scalp was numb, "Are you sure these people really like to debate..."

Rong Xinxin looked surprised, "Of course not, what nonsense are you talking about? These are people who really love you."

"..."

"I can't help it. There is a lot of pressure in high school, and I have to join clubs. Everyone chooses those who can take them to play. I have already understood." Rong Xinxin sighed, and then raised her spirits: "So I think, Instead of not getting enough people every year, it is better to think of other ways to lure people in first. It is not important whether you can play a wonderful game. What is important is to let more people understand and understand the debate. I think it is very meaningful .”

Xie Lan was slightly taken aback when he heard this.

Makes sense.In the words of fans, in this wave, ideological awareness is in the atmosphere.

Dou Sheng next to him suddenly burst into laughter.

Dou Sheng said slowly: "You really know how to fool, you are a talent."

Rong Xinxin stroked her hair and said shyly, "That is."

Xie Lan: "..."

Xie Lan wanted to die after sifting through a hundred application forms. After returning to the dormitory, he sat at the desk and sifted hard for an hour, but he didn't pick any of them.

Not to mention "personal advantages", anyway, everyone is at least better than him.

Mainly because of the "reason for joining the company"——

"I hope to be on par with President Xie Lan as soon as possible!" Dou Sheng read in a clear voice, and clicked his tongue, "Are you sure?"

"I'm going to gallop in the debate competition with SilentWaves, killing all directions, invincible." Dou Sheng said happily: "This little brother obviously doesn't know you well enough."

"I joined the debating club not because of Xie Lan, but because I really love this debating club. In parentheses, I can provide one-on-one Chinese tutoring for the seniors." Dou Sheng's face suddenly turned cold, and he horizontally folded the application form, pinching the thorn in the middle and tearing it up. Open, tore into pieces in twos and threes, muttering: "Dream your Spring and Autumn Dream."

Xie Lan looked at him quietly from the side, speechless.

Seeing that he had no clue, Dou Sheng simply took over the rest of the work.

"I joined the club for the rise of senior Xie Lan's language! Hey, I think this is okay, very sober, um... the past experience is also good, I have debated in junior high school."

"I don't know much about debating, but I want to try it before my third year of high school, and pay close attention to my seniors. This is also okay, very frank."

"I have played the game, and I hope that under the leadership of the spiritual leader of this club, I will contribute to the British-Chinese Debating Club. This is not bad, I know that you can only be a spiritual leader."

Xie Lan looked at him quickly screening people, looked up and was speechless.

Dou Sheng's tone suddenly corrected, "If you really don't want to, you can reject Rong Xinxin directly. She can fool you, but she won't force you."

"I know." Xie Lan said.

But... what Rong Xinxin said today, whether it was a trick or not, he took it into his heart.

Xie Lan lowered her eyes and said, "Actually, the debating club doesn't take up too much energy. I don't have to participate in the competition. I'm only responsible for selecting topics and reviewing manuscripts."

"That's what you said." Dou Sheng said with a smile: "I also think it's not bad. Your Chinese performance is a bit slow now. Lao Qin said that rote memorization and test-taking skills can help you get eighty or ninety points. In fact, it is the gap caused by the cultural gap of more than ten years, and it is difficult to make a quick fix. Even if you don’t play games yourself, watching people say it is a way.”

"It doesn't matter." Xie Lan flipped through his registration form and said sincerely: "I really think that the debate is a reflection of the profoundness of Chinese.

I have that sense of mission to pass on. "

He paused, then raised his eyes and asked, "Do you have any?"

Dou Sheng stared at him with a serious expression.

"I haven't." Dou Sheng said.

Xie Lan: "..."

So mourning.

There was a commotion outside the corridor, the voices of Wang Gou and Dai You were talking from far to near, discussing the new contest questions left by the old horse, and they touched the door in a blink of an eye.

Xie Lan was sorting out those forms sleepily, when Dou Sheng suddenly came to his side and put a form on his desk, "I think this is okay."

The moment the doorknob was pushed down, Dou Sheng suddenly bent down, lifted Xie Lan's chin, and kissed Xie Lan's lips like a dragonfly.

In just a second, he straightened up and lazily said to the two people who opened the door: "How many people are there in the water room?"

"It's okay." Dai You and the others didn't see anything, "Anyway, there's not much queuing."

Dou Sheng moved his wrist, "Then I'm going to wash up."

Xie Lan sat in his seat without moving, his whole body was numb.

It was only a little bit close, and Dai You and Wang Gou would find him and Dou Sheng secretly kissing in the room.

He looked back in a daze, watching the tall and thin figure in white T-shirt disappearing from the doorway, into the noisy atmosphere of the corridor.

Very irritable, but not because of Dou Sheng's dangerous behavior, but because the kiss didn't have time to be deepened.

Maybe it's too hot, and people will have terrible distracting thoughts for no reason in the heat.

He lowered his eyes and settled down before picking up the approved application form and preparing to send a text message.

Ok?

A tender sycamore petal is pinned to the application form with a paper clip.

Applicant: Dou Sheng.

Mathematics class A in the second year of senior high school.

Personal advantage: I have a good understanding of President Xie Lan and love him very much.

Reasons for joining the club: I hope to carry forward the small club together with President Xie Lan, and work hard for the small goal of passing the Chinese passing line of the college entrance examination.