The leaf trembled slightly in Dou Sheng's palm.

The afternoon sun was shining brightly, and Xie Lan was wearing a simple and refreshing white T, which seemed to blend in with the bright white background around him, but as long as he moved slightly, the outline became clear again.

Dou Sheng held up the sycamore leaf - if you only stare at a point in the nearby air, this leaf is very close, and even the veins are distinct, while Xie Lan in the distance is as blurred as out of focus, only remaining in the field of vision. The next nice shadow.

This kind of composition was something he used to see every day.

Back then, that person would project a water wave or light pattern on the screen. He stood between the projector and the screen, and the shadow of playing the violin fell on the water wave light pattern, far away, ethereal and clear. There is always a sycamore tree on the small wooden table near the camera. Sometimes Dou Sheng stares intently at the shadow pushing and pulling the bow, and sometimes just counts the lines on the leaves one by one.

When HBlood reaches its climax, the quiet leaf occasionally trembles slightly, as if it is also trembling with excitement.

During the days when he couldn't sleep, and the days when he was tearing face to face with himself and life, he fell asleep listening to Xie Lan's violin every night. According to statistics on the background of the mobile phone, Youtube has become the APP with the longest running time every day, and every song, he is so familiar that when he closes his eyes when he hears the sound, he can recall in his mind the detailed movements of Xie Lan, the arc of the raised arm , the amplitude of body swing.

Later, Dou Sheng came out from the darkness, but that companion disappeared on the software.

In fact, he and real Xie Lan haven't known each other for too long. At first, he really thought that Xie Lan was a bit awkward and cute, and his mother passed away and returned to China alone, which was a bit pitiful. But he never thought that this person who suddenly fell from the sky was his long-lost original intention.

When Xie Lan was sick and had a fever, his head was hot, but it was also a great commotion in his heart.

After the score was announced, the players on the field dispersed.

After Xie Lan exhausted his physical strength, his whole body was uncomfortable, and his arms and legs were out of control. He walked over to Dou Sheng with a sleepy expression and said, "Owls are really motivated, and the practice games are so loud."

Dou Sheng seemed to be in a daze, and he came back to his senses after listening to him and put the leaf into his trouser pocket, "It is more appropriate to use 'such a loud voice'. The voice is a superficial behavior, what you want to express is that everyone really wants to win Bar?"

"Oh." Xie Lan unscrewed a bottle of mineral water and sighed, "Sorry, the Chinese system crashed after excessive exercise."

Che Ziming and the others ran over, but before Xie Lan could react, he was punched on the shoulder.

It didn't hurt much, but he was stunned.

Che Ziming roared angrily, "Lan, that's awesome!"

Dou Sheng frowned and stretched out his hand to push him away, "Stop your savage behavior and keep an arm's length away."

"I fucking found you as if you were sick." Che Ziming punched Dou Sheng again, "This is the sense of ceremony of the winner, isn't that what our tradition is?"

Dou Sheng curled his lips lightly, "It's a new century, let's change to the way of civilized people, thank you."

Dai You twirled an empty coffee bottle, glanced at Dou Sheng and said, "Is the way of a civilized person to stand on the sidelines and play handsome and blow leaves?"

Just as Dou Sheng was about to answer, Dai You sighed and patted him on the shoulder again, "I noticed that you've been a little too excited recently. Restrain yourself, man, I heard several girls from class 12 planning to capture you off the court. "

Wang Gou said to Xie Lan in a hoarse voice: "And you, you are also in the plan."

Xie Lan subconsciously glanced at the place opposite where the girls from Class 12 gathered, "Planning two people at the same time?"

"They said it was difficult to choose, and they were willing to make do with any one."

Dou Sheng said with a faint smile, "Dreams have everything." He casually put his coat on his arms, and walked back with his trouser pockets in his pockets.

A gust of wind blew his hair back slightly. Xie Lan was half a step behind, and his gaze stayed on the side of his face for a while.

Dou Sheng suddenly asked: "By the way, why are you playing the violin and playing ball?"

Xie Lan came back to his senses, "When I was young, I wanted to play the violin professionally, but I didn't dare to play ball. Later, when I went to middle school, I suddenly became very interested in mathematics, and decided to take the violin as a hobby, so there are not so many restrictions."

He paused and added: "But I don't fight often, and I don't have enough stamina. It's annoying to run all the time."

Dai You tutted, "I am very interested in mathematics."

The five people walked to the end of the small playground, and were about to turn to the teaching building, when a gust of wind suddenly brought a faint cry, irritability and despair.

"It's broken!" Che Ziming slapped his thigh, "I dropped the herring."

From a distance of one or two hundred meters, the dark clouds on Yu Fei's face were clearly visible, the kind that could rain down thunder at any time and kill people.

Che Ziming helped him over, he was so angry that he lost his ability to speak, and it took him a long time to complain, "Why do I have you hammer friends."

*

In the evening self-study, Xie Lan began to prepare the topics for the debate club activities on Wednesday.

--Should gender symbols exist?

He spread out the notebook on the table, copied the title neatly, and then fell into a long silence.

After writing and rewriting, he barely wrote half a page until the end of get out of class.

From the corner of his eye, someone kept glancing at his notebook, the corners of his mouth were tense, as if he was afraid that he would laugh out loud in the next second.

After being stared at for a long time, Xie Lan shut himself off, put down his pen and said speechlessly, "What are you looking at?"

Dou Sheng glanced at Lao Qin on the podium, and said in a low voice, "I kind of want to help you, but I don't know how to say it tactfully."

Xie Lan: "..."

"Are you assigned Pro or Con?"

"Affirmative." Xie Lan frowned, "My position is that gender symbols should exist. It's a bit difficult. I haven't listed too many arguments after writing for a long time, mainly..."

"Xie Lan." Lao Qin suddenly called out his name in front of him, "What are you talking about with Dou Sheng?"

Xie Lan felt a chill in his heart, silently put down his notebook and stood up.

The owls turned their heads to stare, and Lao Qin said sullenly, "I've been watching you two for a long time, what are you talking about?"

Dou Sheng immediately said: "We are discussing the organization and presentation of arguments."

"Oh?" Old Qin paused, "I don't seem to have left any composition today."

Xie Lan sighed inwardly, and replied truthfully: "It's the topic of the debate."

"Debate Competition???"

The class suddenly exploded.

Regardless of the teacher still standing on the podium, Che Ziming turned his head to look up at Xie Lan, "You, participate in the debate competition? In Chinese?"

Dou Sheng rolled up the exercise book and knocked it on his head, "Turn back!"

Lao Qin also opened his mouth and stared at Xie Lan in a daze for a while, then pressed his hand down for a long time, motioning him to sit down.

"You prepare yours. I just want to remind you that the mathematics grading test has been completed. In principle, discussions are not allowed in the evening self-study, so keep quiet."

"Good teacher." Xie Lan sighed silently, sat down and continued to write the argument.

Dou Sheng fell silent, and the class was also quiet.

As a result, after a while, Xie Lan felt the hairs all over his body start to stand on end one by one, as if a strange magnetic field was approaching. He raised his eyes slightly from the paper, and saw Lao Qin's gray sweatpants passing by him cautiously.

The tip of Xie Lan's pen paused, and after two seconds, he suddenly turned around.

Lao Qin withdrew his gaze in an instant, stood in the back row and monitored the whole class, "accidentally" lowered his head to meet his gaze, and even smiled and threw a questioning look.

"Do you need any help from the teacher?" He smiled at Xie Lan full of fatherly love.

Xie Lan was numb, she turned her head blankly, "No, thank you teacher."

He lowered his head and wrote a few more words, feeling that his gaze fell on his notebook again.

Then, he seemed to hear the sound of the middle-aged man struggling to hold back his laughter.

Xie Lan simply moved away the wrist covering the writing, and turned around to ask, "Is there something wrong with the writing?"

Lao Qin put away his smile hastily, and said in a low voice, "It's not quite right."

Xie Lan: "..."

Old Qin cleared his throat before pointing to the book and said, "[Men and Men Are Different] does not support your point of view. This idiom means that there are strict differences in social roles and positions between men and women, and it has a strong feudal and ethical color. , seems to be in line with your position, but it is easy to be counterattacked, after all, feudal things must be broken."

Xie Lan frowned and digested for a while, "What is feudal ethics?"

Old Qin: "This..."

Dou Sheng pinched his thigh and said in a low voice, "Red men and dolls mean that young men and women wear all kinds of clothes, not to persuade people to give men and women different color distinctions. Also, men silent women tears, When a man is silent and a woman sheds tears, it cannot reflect the natural differences in personality. This is an online word, mainly related to the emotional aspects of men and women."

There was an eerie dead silence all around.

Che Ziming and Wang Gou, who had been busy studying, withdrew their hands from the table expressionlessly and grabbed their thighs.

Behind Xie Lan came Lao Qin's faint sigh, and Lao Qin gently stroked his shoulder and said word by word: "Teacher really likes you so much."

Xie Lan seemed to have his soul taken away by someone.

When Lao Qin left, he drew a huge cross on the paper, invalidated everything he wrote just now, and said depressedly: "I just picked some potentially related words from the dictionary and wrote them down, and I haven't had time to choose them yet. "

Dou Sheng tore a piece of paper, scribbled down a line, and pushed it in front of him, "The NPC's clearance clue is here."

"Clue" is a line of English, the brushstrokes are chic and smooth, it is the best English that Xie Lan has seen written in class.

Gender Symbol ≠ Gender Descrimination.

Dou Sheng said in a low voice, "Gender discrimination is behind this issue. Your position is mainly to prove that gender symbols can establish a channel of understanding and respect between men and women. As long as they are moderate, they will not induce discrimination. You can write an English manuscript first. , translate it, and then go to the news to pick up the facts."

Xie Lan's eyes lit up, "It's indeed a good idea."

"Of course." Dou Sheng smiled, "Mr. Douzi."

Although it went much smoother after changing the way of thinking, the burden of translating and replacing arguments was still heavy.

On Wednesday morning, Xie Lan was woken up by the wake-up bell. She covered her head with a quilt, half-asleep and half-awake, and took out her mobile phone, wanting to continue searching for cases as if she was in a daze.

However, his homepage has posted several things that are not quite right one after another - Xie Lan's Weibo is a pure trumpet, and he has followed several extremely handsome users who are active in Dou Chaohua, most of them are those who produce cartoon Doudou people every day Fans of handwriting, including those who made the thousand-layer routine video last time, are also included.

In the middle of the night last night, this group of people sent a lot of microblogs one after another-

This rhythm is brought by a certain company, everyone knows it well-

Don't quarrel, Douzi goes to station B in the middle of the night every day, can he not see it, just ignore it-

Nevermind, I'm just speechless-

I have an Avada Kenda melon, and the lemon essence is for Grandpa Zhaba!

Xie Lan jumped out of Baidu several times before he realized that "rhythm" should be read in conjunction with "belt". The big melon that Avada gnawed turned out to be Avada Keda vra, Voldemort's death curse. The claws are for crawling, and increasing the weight means enhancing the tone. Netizens may have borrowed from Dai Wangshu for their lyrics.

Dou Sheng's fans are always self-conscious. Once there is a strange yin and yang, there can only be one reason.

Xie Lan lifted the quilt, sat up and touched the earphones to put them on.

Ye Shen posted a Weibo in the middle of the night last night--

[Everyone misunderstood, I am very happy. In the future, I will focus on the three directions of games, funny, and music, and the second dimension is not all I have. I am a junior high school student with good grades and know what I want. 】

Xie Lan stared blankly at the word "Music" on the screen, raised his head and squeezed his eyes.

Dou Sheng also lifted the quilt and sat up, yawning and saying, "Good morning, are your eyes uncomfortable?"

Xie Lan murmured: "I doubt myself... Uh, what is it called to see something that doesn't exist?"

Dou Sheng frowned and thought for a while, "Vision?"

"I suspect I'm hallucinating." Xie Lan shook his head vigorously, and looked carefully at the screen again.

It's not Vision, this person is serious about including music as one of the three major career directions.

Xie Lan was confused and turned on the small TV.

Ye Shen also contributed to the previous event, but the data was quite average, and the poster on the home page was not even uploaded. After that, there was no update in the past few days, and there was no news, so I played a game live last night.

Xie Lan found a screen recording by a fan, one of which was subtitled "True Words". In the introduction, the background is roughly written. Yesterday, Ye Shen lost seven or eight games in a row in the competitive game.

Xie Lan glanced at Dou Sheng who was getting out of bed as if nothing had happened, and turned down the volume of the earphones.

"The status is not good. I will log off the barrage chat after a few days. I won't live broadcast recently."

"I'm not unhappy, I just feel that my luck has been bad recently, and people should rest when they click their backs. No, it's not because of the low playback volume of the last video. The video data will fluctuate. I don't care about it."

Ye Shen looked at the barrage, a little dazed, and after a while he whispered: "I just feel that some people have exhausted all their efforts and finally got a little achievement, but unlike others who will take advantage of the east wind and know how to use the resources around them , Tie Hanhan will soon be surpassed."

Xie Lan's fist hardened.

Dou Sheng knocked on the railing of his bed below, "What are you doing, don't come down, the chicken cakes in the cafeteria are about to run out."

And in the mood for chicken cake.

Xie Lan asked, "What does riding the east wind mean?"

"Ah?" Dou Sheng's voice suddenly became serious, "Did you watch Ye Shen's screen recording?"

Xie Lan's expression was cold, and he continued to turn the page without saying a word.

Sure enough, the comments on Dou Sheng's video are sorted by time, and the latest few are all about yin and yang-

So the BGM of this video was made by UP who is very good at the violin-

Wow, I've been following UP for a long time, and I've gained thousands of followers from years ago to March. Why did my followers suddenly increase by more than 200,000 recently-

The speed of increasing fans is on the rocket-

No, it's the violin speed of increasing fans (dog head saves life)

"It's all rhythmic." Xie Lan frowned and said in a low voice.

Dou Sheng looked amazed, "Rhythm? Do you still know this word?"

"Just checked, I understand it is to forcefully lower the IQ of others."

Dai Youle flipped over, "Xie Lan is quite talented in self-media."

Dou Sheng smiled lightly, "It's not just talent..."

Xie Lan was a little speechless, "Is there no fluctuation in your heart?"

"What's the matter?"

Dou Sheng still looked indifferent, pulled out a clean white shirt from the closet, shook it in the air, and put it on.

He casually fastened the buttons, "Ye Shen is a bit annoying. But he is not very promising, he only has eccentricities, similar dramas at least four times a year, rehearse for you according to spring, summer, autumn and winter, and change seasons." If I haven't seen it, I'm still not used to it."

Xie Lan choked for a while, "You..."

"When you meet idiots outside, will you drag the whole family out to fight? I am just a UP. I do UP to produce high-quality content, not to quarrel with fans every day. And I have recently awakened my heart, happy from head to toe, supercilious ,understand."

Dou Sheng raised his head and smiled at Xie Lan as he spoke, "I said the children on the bed, do you want to eat breakfast or not? Chicken cakes come once a week. They are sweet and tender, and everyone from the UK agrees."

Xie Lan sighed, and locked the phone listlessly, "Eat."

I understand the reason. Xie Lan has encountered similar situations as a youtuber. He doesn't care about it himself, but he still feels a little bored when it comes to people around him.

After lunch, Xie Lan went back to the classroom with the note alone, and was about to do the daily live broadcast that he promised fans.

There are two layers of curtains in the classroom, one layer of gauze and one layer of cloth. He closed the layer of gauze curtains to make the afternoon light softer in the camera, and then put the computer that Dou Sheng lent him next to him to adjust the field of vision , Make sure that both the hand and the notebook are in the mirror.

Not long after the broadcast started, the number of bullet screens increased-

It's finally here! -

wow i swiped out-

It's 12:50 as promised! You are a full six minutes late! -

Good afternoon Lan Zai-

555 Lan Zai's hand opened the lightning strike, so good to see.

"Good afternoon." Xie Lan greeted, "There is still class in the afternoon, so let's live stream it for 40 minutes. I'm preparing for the debate competition recently, and I want to write the materials I collected before into a manuscript, which will be used in the evening." -

Good guy! -

I remember Lan Zai said that his Chinese is average-

When the returnees come back, they immediately participate in the Chinese debate, and they have pursuits! -

I want to see Lan Zai write!

You don't need to talk too much when learning live broadcast. Xie Lan chose a violin piece that he recorded himself as BGM, put on the earphones and bowed his head to concentrate on doing things.

With the phone on silent, he occasionally looked at the barrage.

The barrage chatted happily-

The light is good, this song is so soothing-

relaxed, comfortable-

Have you noticed that Lan Zai's characters are different from mine...-

yes......-

After changing pens in the second grade of elementary school, I have never seen such big characters-

Yes, Zai Zai, you can't write so ugly-

Let the big cat teach you! I remember Dou Zi's characters are super beautiful-

There is one thing to say, the words are ugly, but the hands are so beautiful-

I checked the dictionary, I checked the dictionary, what Lan Zai checked was not a dictionary, it was my heart-

Reserved point up front -

Wait... Why did Lan Zai write the speech for ten minutes, read the dictionary for seven minutes, and turn the idiom dictionary for two minutes? -

My god, he seems to be here to sell dictionaries-

The grass has been planted, the cardboard English-Chinese and the soft-covered Xinhua all seem to work well.

Xie Lan only occasionally glanced at the barrage, not much interaction-

Speak, Lan Cub-

You don't really have to shut yourself off and study for forty minutes and then log off-

555 can't be so indifferent!

Xie Lan paused, "I don't really want to talk, next time."-

Why-

It turns out that you are a jerk-

Doesn't sound too happy today-

Whispered is it because of that-

Don't ask me in front of you...

Xie Lan didn't make a sound, and continued to write his manuscript -

well-

Lan Zai, don't take it to heart-

The environment of Xiaopozhan is actually pretty good, some fans are just like that, it's really very special, we can't do anything about it-

Just lay flat like a bean and let it go-

Laughing to death, Douzi is old and flat-

Pfft, Lai Pidou's response is shameless enough, it is indeed my favorite UP.

respond?

Xie Lan's pen tip paused, he hesitated for a moment, then put down his pen, and poked open Dou Sheng's homepage outside the camera.

Five minutes ago, Dou Sheng posted a post.

@仙世少巧巡刀: Em is good, I hope to continue to fly with me in the future, fly to the sky and stand side by side with the sun, and give him all my coins.

Xie Lan: "???"-

What did Xie Lan see-

His fist seems to be hard-

hhhh could it be to see Douzi's response-

dm is salted fish UP, em is aggressive UP, tsk tsk-

I just love how indifferent and free-spirited beans are-

That's right, who can do anything! -

Grandpa is lying down, you can do whatever you want, idiot.

Xie Lan watched the post several times, and then looked at the barrage, a little helpless and a little funny.

But the barrage is right, that's what Dou Sheng is like. After getting along for a long time, he has to admit that this indifferent temperament is indeed a bit charming.

He took a deep breath, lowered his head and continued writing.

The barrage resumed the daily chat, but after a while, a wave of strange warnings suddenly came over-

Fuck, it looks like someone came in-

fucking ghost-

The wolf is coming, children, run! !

Xie Lan froze for a moment, swiped the system notification up two screens, and found "@公子夜神entering the live broadcast room".

Then, the special effects of the gift bloomed on the screen, and Ye Shen typed a sentence on the public screen: Yesterday I lost the game and I was in a bad mood, and I didn't intend to insinuate anyone. I just sent a private message to Douzi to clarify and apologize, and then I will apologize to little brother Xie Lan , don't take it to heart.

The barrage exploded into pieces, there were people who mocked and scolded, and most of them were shocked by the operation.

Xie Lan didn't make a sound, as if he didn't see anything. He had just written two paragraphs of the debate draft, but he calmly turned the page backwards, zoomed in on the computer, and made sure that the camera captured every word on the paper.

Then, he seriously wrote down the four-character title [idiom accumulation] on the first line, marked today's date, and wrote down the weather: sunny and breezy.

Xie Lan deftly flipped through the idiom dictionary with his left hand, and quickly copied the definitions with his right hand.

[Pigs and dogs are not as good as]: Low personality, extremely bad conduct, even worse than pigs and dogs.

[Cheeky and shameless]: Describes a person who is thick-skinned and shameless. From "The Book of Songs Xiaoya Qiaoyan"

[Do evil for wrong]: Do all kinds of bad things. From "The Biography of Liu Yi"

【Too many to write】: There are too many crimes to describe. From "Old Tang Book·Li Mi Biography"

The barrage was silent for a long time, and then question marks and exclamation marks flooded the wall, and Young Master Ye Shen fell silent.

But Xie Lan knew that it was impossible for him to leave.

So he continued to write down two more slowly.

[Self-directed and self-acted]: Describes that I plan the script and complete it with my heart.

[Picking up people's teeth and wisdom]: It is a metaphor for plagiarizing or applying what others have said.

The barrage has become a sea of ​​joy, Xie Lan paused, and at the top of the six idioms in three rows and two columns, he wrote a four-character horizontal comment one stroke at a time--

Fucking bitch.

Xie Lan breathed a sigh of relief and said with relief: "Today's live broadcast is over. The Chinese language is beautiful, powerful, and profound. I am very happy to learn it. I am honored that I am Chinese."

He paused, and then said, "Today's learning content is exclusive to me, original, and has nothing to do with other UPs."

Then the speed of light goes offline.

The author has something to say: Those who type on the keyboard pick up the lazy egg: I heard that you cried the little egg in the egg house next door?

The lazy man was shocked and said: When did it happen! How can I not remember.

Still pretending? ! The one typing on the keyboard said angrily: The egg house next door has come to sue!

The lazy man thought for a while after hearing the words: Oh, are you talking about that mentally handicapped man who talks about Doudan behind his back?

It paused and retorted in a low voice: I didn't scold it, but just offered good wishes to it.

The person typing on the keyboard was shocked and said: I wish you a chicken and an egg?

Lazy nodded vigorously: Mmm! I also wish it to be broken into pieces.

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