Host: "Why do you want to be an up?"
Dou Sheng: "Uh... haven't I said this several times before? I want to spread happiness and make my videos a part of happiness in more people's lives... Yawn, I've memorized this."
Host: "Why do you want to be an up?"
Xie Lan: "Hmm? ... To earn some living expenses."
In the first episode of B station’s summer variety show “Randomly Going Crazy with the Top 100 Ups”, Xie Lan and Dou Sheng were picked.
The person in question was not aware of this matter in advance. On a hot afternoon, Xie Lan and Dou Sheng were taking a nap in their rooms. Almost at the same time, they received interview calls from the operation staff. After answering a few questions in a daze, Dou Sheng woke up, tiptoed downstairs to change the cat litter for Wutong, while Xie Lan threw away his phone and continued to sleep.
So the matter was forgotten, and no one thought about it until the first episode of the variety show was released unexpectedly, and the two people's answers to the question were "maliciously edited" together by the platform.
For a time, Xie Lan's fans gathered in large numbers.
It was another afternoon, and Xie Lan was sitting on the sofa, browsing Weibo comments with an expressionless face.
The Weibo post was a casual photo of Wutong licking his fur with his legs up, without any caption.
- I used to think you were aloof, but I didn't expect you really didn't care
-The trust and waiting for more than a year were ultimately in vain
- We want you as a person, but you only want money
-It is wishful thinking, wanting to warm a piece of ice with one's embrace
Xie Lan frowned and looked for a long time, then casually replied to a popular comment.
— "That's about it?"
The host immediately changed his expression: "Catch Lanzai! Hiss, when will you post a new video?"
—“I don’t know. I’m still resting.”
Xie Lan left Weibo after replying. The bright windows in the living room almost took up an entire wall. The afternoon sun was so scorching that it was dizzying to look outside for a while.
He was too lazy to get up and close the curtains, so he just picked up the hat that Dou Sheng had thrown on the armrest of the sofa, put it on his head, put on his headphones, and lay on the sofa in a daze.
In the headphones was the familiar sound of his own violin. The OP of Girls' Generation: Sword Heart and Bright Moon 2 is called Sword Heart and Bright Moon. Xie Lan had just finished recording the complete violin solo of the OP these past two days. After checking it again, he sent it to the studio after checking it and found no problems. It was his own little gift to celebrate the fact that Girls' Generation 2 topped the charts right after it was released, and it was also a surprise for the fans.
The door lock clicked, and he looked away from the window and took off his headphones.
Dou Sheng came over pushing a courier cart, with large and small boxes piled on top of each other, and a large EMS envelope on the top.
"What is this?" Xie Lan asked as he sat up.
"Grades." Dou Sheng muttered, "The admission letters are almost here. The Education Bureau has finally issued the grades."
The purpose of hiding the college entrance examination scores is to prevent the hype of top scorers and the rush for admission to prestigious schools, hoping that high-scoring candidates will apply rationally based on their own professional preferences and be less influenced by external factors. The hidden scores of the province will not be hidden forever. After a period of time after the application is completed, the score letter and ranking information will be mailed to the candidates' homes by the provincial education bureau.
Xie Lan's afternoon sleepiness suddenly disappeared, "Hurry up and open it and take a look."
Dou Sheng tore open the sealing strip of the courier envelope, opened it and took a peek inside. "It's just a piece of paper. It's so shabby and perfunctory."
"Did it meet your expectations?" Xie Lan stood up and walked to Dou Sheng.
He was a little nervous, much more nervous than when he found out his impressive score of 646.
—Dou Sheng’s scores fluctuated between 725 and 733 throughout his senior year of high school. In dozens of mock exams, he could not escape this 8-point difference. For most top students, 730 is the ceiling, because the points that go up are mainly lost in Chinese and English composition, so there is no need to force it.
Dou Sheng estimated his college entrance examination scores and thought that he would do well in Chinese this time. He hoped to get 735 in one try.
Dou Sheng rubbed his hands on his pants, quickly pulled them open and took a careful look inside, then snapped the envelope shut.
"How much?" Xie Lan looked at him.
“I only saw a 1.”
"1?" Xie Lan was stunned. "What 1? 731? No way?"
741 does not exist, if there is 1, it is only 731.
During the few seconds that Dou Sheng was silent, Xie Lan had already prepared words to comfort him.
T University offered Dou Sheng an admission to the international class of the law department with a science orientation. He did not have to study economics for a year first. The admission result had been issued and the notification letter would arrive in the next two days. Even if his score did not meet his expectations, he would not be too upset.
"No. 1 in the province." Dou Sheng replied, and simply took a piece of paper out of the envelope and glanced at it. "Oh, 738, not bad."
Xie Lan was shocked, and his mood was like a roller coaster. "738? That high?"
Dou Sheng hummed, glanced at the scores and muttered, "English is full, and Chinese is 138, which is a new record."
As he was watching, he took out his phone and took a few random photos, then sent them to his family group. He stuffed the paper into the envelope and tossed it aside. "I'm satisfied. Let's move on! I came to unbox it with you. I bought several new lenses."
Open the box.
Xie Lan took out the transcript and read it carefully several times.
Produced by the Education Bureau, it was extremely simple. In black and white, it contained Dou Sheng’s candidate and school information, a score sheet, a provincial No. 1 ranking, and a red stamp at the bottom.
That’s all.
Xie Lan placed a piece of light paper on the coffee table, adjusted a filter, and carefully took a photo to post to the group.
Zhao Wenying quickly replied with a smiley face: "Thank you, Lanlan, I can see it much more clearly. The previous one was blurry, I think it was Wutong's medical examination report."
Xie Lan lowered her head and typed: "When will Aunt Zhao be back?"
Zhao Wenying replied: "It will be next week. What a joke. When you two open the admission letters, please record a video for me."
Xie Lan: "Okay, Aunt Zhao, I will."
Dou Sheng was whistling as he unpacked the package. He seemed quite happy, but that was all.
He violently opened the box and got to the original packaging box of the lens. Then he became gentler and carefully took the lens out of the box to inspect it carefully.
"Will you go to school?" He said casually, "Old Hu's admission letter just arrived. Go get it as soon as possible."
"So soon?" Xie Lan glanced at his phone. "It just so happens that He Xiu and his friends came back to see the teacher. Do you want to have dinner together?"
Dou Sheng said, "Okay, we'll set off once we've finished dismantling it."
Xie Lan put down his phone and said, "I'll wait a moment."
He went back to his room, took a shower, and changed his clothes. When he passed by the mirror while walking downstairs, he caught a glimpse of his silhouette from the corner of his eye, and suddenly realized that his white T-shirt and light grey casual pants were the same as Dou Sheng's. There was nothing he could do, as Zhao Wenying had bought them both in duplicate.
A little tired after attending the offline activities of "Girls' Generation 2" two days ago, he came back and fell asleep for several days. His long hair covered his eyes a little, and he seemed to share the same features with his boyfriend.
Like twins.
Dou Sheng had just finished packing the express boxes. He glanced at Xie Lan, then lowered his head to glance at the identical clothes and pants he was wearing.
He suddenly laughed, "Shall we go?"
"Let's go." Xie Lan nodded seriously, as if nothing had happened.
The admission letter was in a special courier envelope for T University. When Xie Lan touched the purple glossy hard cover, he raised his lips unconsciously. He suddenly felt something about being admitted to his mother's university. He touched the envelope and found that the school emblem was three concentric circles with a five-pointed star in the center. The school building was printed below, surrounded by flowers, which were the school flower, the bauhinia.
Even though I had been trained at T University for a period of time and even bought a campus T-shirt in advance, and was familiar with these logo elements, they were not quite the same as what was written in the admission letter.
Dou Sheng whispered to Hu Xiujie about the scores and rankings. Hu Xiujie smiled and said, "You two can open the admission notices here, right? Then take a photo with them. Teacher Ma is here too, so call him over as well."
Dou Sheng looked at Xie Lan after hearing this. Xie Lan took off her shoulder bag and said, "Okay, no problem."
He had expected that the teachers would make such a request, so he was very well prepared. Not only did he bring a camera to shoot a video and send it to Aunt Zhao, he also brought his mother's diary from her senior year of high school, as well as his mother's admission letter from that year, so that his mother could see him being admitted with her own eyes.
He had never seen the notice from that year before. It was tucked in the luggage that Xie Jingming brought last time. Perhaps Xie Jingming deliberately took it out and gave it to him.
Hu Xiujie held the camera and asked, "Which one should I press?"
"It's already being recorded. Just make sure that you, Dou Sheng, and the two notices are in the picture."
Xie Lan glanced at Dou Sheng, who smiled and said, "You go first."
"good."
Xie Lan took a deep breath and tore open the courier envelope. Inside was a thick stack of documents, with a large purple hardcover document at the front.
Xie Lan carefully spread it out, and the solemn and formal words of the T University admission letter appeared on the paper. Along with it, there appeared a 3D paper sculpture that popped up on the flat admission letter. The gate of T University stood on the admission letter, tilted towards him, and loudly and solemnly welcomed the incoming students.
Xie Lan was stunned for a moment. This notice was completely different from the "one piece of paper" notice Xiao Langjing had sent back then. It actually had such exquisite and complicated craftsmanship.
He didn't know what to do for a moment, so he just stretched out his fingertips and lightly touched the school gate. He couldn't help but pick it up and get closer to see its standing and folding mechanism.
Student Xie Lan:
You are admitted to study Mathematics and Applied Mathematics at our school. Please register at our school with this notice.
"Do you like it?" Dou Sheng whispered.
He hadn't opened his own notice yet. He held a plain purple envelope in one hand and put the other hand casually in his trouser pocket as usual. He stood beside Xie Lan and looked at him with a smile.
Xie Lan hummed, lowered his eyes to look at the envelope in his hand, "Look at yours."
"Same." Dou Sheng smiled, "It must be exactly the same."
Student Dou Sheng:
You are admitted to study in the International Law Program (Science Oriented) of our school. Please register at the school with this notice.
Hu Xiujie was so excited that he sent a message to Lao Ma to ask him to come over and to bring a student to take photos.
Dou Sheng casually held up the letter of admission and indicated its position in front of his chest. Xie Lan followed suit. While Hu Xiujie turned around to do other things, he secretly took out his mother's admission letter from that year, clipped it between his fingers behind his own letter, and held them together in front of his chest.
Sticked to him was a piece of paper from Xiao Langjing more than 20 years ago, and between the old piece of paper was his brand new university.
The wind blew through the office window, and the sycamore leaves outside rustled, which made people feel a little sad.
There was soon a noise at the door, the sound of Lao Ma's leather shoes rubbing against the ground in a hurry, followed by another pair of scattered footsteps.
The man yawned and said, "Why are you taking so many photos? Why do you and Lao Hu still have this habit? Will the photo album have enough space for them?"
Hu Xiujie immediately glared at the door, "You took pictures just because I asked you to! Why is it so much trouble to go back to school to see a teacher? I can't hire you anymore?"
"No." The boy took his hand out of his trouser pocket and said, "I just complained casually. Don't be angry."
Xie Lan looked up and saw a tall boy with deep, sharp black eyes and clear features. He had a very heroic appearance, but his temperament was a bit casual, with a hint of ruffian spirit.
But Xie Lan's eyes only met his for a moment, and then fell involuntarily on his earlobe - there was a shiny earring on the left earlobe near the ear bone, but not on the right ear.
Lao Ma was wearing a blue shirt and tie today, and he rushed over with a happy look on his face. "Let me introduce you two. This is also a student. I study finance at T University. My name is Zhongchen."
Hu Xiujie turned to Xie Lan and said, "Shan Liren is a Chinese character for Zhong, and Chen is the morning character without the Sun character at the beginning."
The man casually took out his cell phone, curled his lips and said unhappily: "Why do you remove the word 'sun' from the word 'morning'? How vulgar! Isn't it true that there are too many things to do in the morning? Your method is too circuitous. It should be 'Zhongchen', the 'Zhong' in midsummer night, and the 'Chen' in stars."
He spoke too fast, as if he was too lazy to open his mouth, and a string of words went by in a blur, leaving Xie Lan confused.
It took him a long time to sort out his thoughts, and he asked again: "Plant the night?"
Zhong Chen was stunned and looked at him, "Ah, Midsummer Night."
Xie Lan: "...plant...night? Night?"
Zhong Chen was stunned. "What night? Midsummer night, no more, no more."
Xie Lan sighed and patiently explained: "My Chinese is not very good. When you plant seeds, do you plant them? At night?"
“…” A confused look appeared on Zhongchen’s face.
Dou Sheng almost laughed out loud, pulling Xie Lan's arm, "Midsummer refers to the second month of summer, between early summer and hot summer. Midsummer Night is such a summer night. Bozhong means elder brother and younger brother. Haven't you memorized the phrase 'indistinguishable from bozhong'?"
“Oh oh oh.” Xie Lan finally understood, “Is that so… Zhongchen, I understand.”
“Really…” Zhong Chen’s face turned a little numb and he looked at Lao Ma.
Lao Ma said: "This is what I told you and Zixing, Xie Lan."
"Oh, you are the children who have returned from overseas." Zhong Chen sneered, "Okay, stand still, I will take a picture of you."
Xie Lan and Dou Sheng held the admission letters in their hands, Lao Ma sat next to Xie Lan, and Hu Xiujie sat next to Dou Sheng.
Xie Lan stroked his mother's thin notice with his thumb, and pinched the hard cover of his own notice with his other fingers. He rubbed his arm against Dou Sheng's, and Lao Ma held his other arm.
He suddenly felt very satisfied. When Zhong Chen called out "cheese", he, who never liked taking pictures, smiled with a row of white teeth, his black eyes were bright and there was light in them.
"Hurry up and send it." Hu Xiujie opened his phone with a smile, pointed at Dou Sheng and said to Zhong Chen: "Hey, don't brag about being the last top scorer in Yingzhong. Dou Sheng is the provincial top scorer in science this year, and his total score is higher than yours."
"Higher than mine?" Zhong Chen raised his eyebrows, put his hands in his pockets, and looked at Dou Sheng. "I got 729 back then, how much did you get?"
"738." Dou Sheng said, "But the questions are different, so we can't compare them."
"Hey, did you hear that?" Zhong Chen turned around and glanced at Hu Xiujie, "Stop talking to me. You brought up so many top scorers, and you're the most aggressive towards me."
Hu Xiujie glared at him and said, "I don't want to bother with you."
Xie Lan carefully put away the notice, stuffed it together with Dou Sheng's into her schoolbag, and put it on her back.
Zhong Chen said, "The three of them are still in Lao Ma's office. Let's go out for dinner tonight. Should the teachers come with us?"
"I'm not going." Hu Xiujie frowned, "Your girlfriend is back today, let's go back with her and have dinner as a family of three."
Old Ma smiled and said, "I'm not going either. You young people have your own way."
Dou Sheng said, "Xie Lan and I will go to the bathroom first, and we'll be fine."
Zhong Chen whistled in reply. Xie Lan and Dou Sheng went out. As soon as they walked out the door, they heard Zhong Chen muttering inside, "That's pretty sweet. They even want to go to the bathroom together."
He paused and answered himself, "Oh, but I follow Xingxing to the toilet, but sometimes he's in a bad mood and won't let me follow."
"Just shut up." Lao Ma said in a tired tone, "Go find a place to talk."
Xie Lan and Dou Sheng finished using the restroom. While washing their hands, Dou Sheng said, "Senior Zhongchen should be a senior at the beginning of the semester. I've seen him on the list of previous elites."
Xie Lan hummed, "Yeah, right."
Dou Sheng muttered, "Old Ma also mentioned Zixing. He has two science champions in his class. Senior Jian Zixing is also from our school and is on the same level as him."
Xie Lan whispered, "Are they also Lao Ma's students?"
"Yes, and they and He Xiu were in the same class. After the two classes, Yingzhong didn't produce such high scores. Then it was our turn." Dou Sheng turned off the tap and sighed. "He Xiu and Ye Si's majors require five years of undergraduate study. They will be in their fifth year at the beginning of the semester. Zhongchen and his classmates are in their fourth year, and we are in our first year. As for Lao Ma and Lao Hu, they taught the third year for two consecutive years and then went straight to the first year. They taught the third year three times in five years and each time they produced a top scorer."
"How amazing." Xie Lan couldn't help but sigh.
They washed their hands and went out. Xie Lan received a message from He Xiu, asking him to meet her downstairs.
Hu Xiujie's office had become quiet. Xie Lan went back to get his schoolbag, and just as he reached the door, he suddenly stopped.
Hu Xiujie actually changed his clothes and stood in front of the table with his back to them. Shirt uniform, milk coffee-colored plaid pleated skirt... white leather shoes...
Xie Lan grabbed Dou Sheng's arm, his pupils trembled, and cold sweat broke out on his back.
Dou Sheng was also confused.
Neither of them said anything. Xie Lan suddenly dreamed back to a long time ago, when he was in the second year of high school and Dou Sheng smiled and gave a condom to Hu Xiujie.
Then "Hu Xiujie" turned around and was stunned for a moment, "You..."
He turned out to be a young student, about twenty years old, with the same body shape and high ponytail as Hu Xiujie, and his eyebrows and eyes were also somewhat similar.
Dou Sheng was the first to react, "Are you Teacher Hu's daughter?"
"Oh, you are her students, right?" A student said with a smile, "You are a classmate who came back to see the teacher, and you came to pick up your mother from get off work."
"Oh, hello, hello." Xie Lan was still frightened, and quickly went to grab his schoolbag and left. Dou Sheng followed him, without saying a word, and the two of them walked to the stairs quickly and went downstairs in tacit understanding.
Xie Lan whispered: "Did you see it clearly? Is it your fault?"
No way, Hu Xiujie wouldn't give her the JK uniform that a boy in her class had worn and gave her as a gift, right
Does your son know about this
Dou Sheng immediately shook his head, "No, no, the grid and material are different, don't be afraid."
"Oh oh." Xie Lan finally breathed a sigh of relief.
It was past four in the afternoon and the sun was still strong outside.
As soon as they walked out of the building, they saw four figures standing under a sycamore tree not far away. He Xiu was gentle and calm, Ye Si was enthusiastic, Zhong Chen was neat and a little bit ruffian, and Jian Zixing was very calm. The four people had completely different temperaments, but standing in the sun, they were all big boys in their twenties, and they looked very good.
Ye Si hooked his arm around He Xiu's shoulder and was arguing with Zhong Chen, while Jian Zixing was standing against a tree, holding his schoolbag in front of him, as if staring into the air.
He had an earring on one of his ears, just like Zhong Chen.
Xie Lan braked and subconsciously looked at Dou Sheng, whispering: "They are not the same..."
"hiss-"
Dou Sheng was silent for a long time, then muttered, "Three gay couples..."
"Old Ma must have been struck by some evil curse."