At five o'clock, the bell rang.
The professor had just finished writing the last sentence on the blackboard, and he walked to the podium and clicked the mouse to project the PPT onto the last page - the homework.
There was a collective breath below.
After a while, the inhalation stopped, he smiled, and clicked the mouse again.
There is also the next page of homework.
"… "
"I'm numb."
The boy sitting in front of Xie Lan was called Wei Dongkuo. He was flipping through his notes frantically, not at all like a top ten student in science in his province. He said with a strange accent, "You really only finished two chapters in one afternoon? My claws are shaking."
Xie Lan was still writing his final notes on his iPad, and the pen was almost leaving an afterimage.
I discovered that Wei Dongkuo always likes to use "ji'er" to strengthen his tone, just like Che Ziming's "jiunima" back then. But this word is more difficult to pronounce, and the sense of language is more elegant and smooth, which makes people want to learn it.
So I read it aloud: "If you're really a dick, just finish two chapters in one afternoon..."
Unexpectedly, Wei Dongkuo heard it and turned his head suddenly, "Lan Shen, are you imitating me? Are you interested in our hometown dialect? Show it to me more when you have time?"
Xie Lan looked up helplessly, "Can I call you by your name?"
The other party chuckled a few times, "My conscience won't allow me to insult the Godhead."
"… "
Lan Shen, I don’t know who coined this name, but it has spread throughout the entire mathematics department only two weeks after the school officially started.
What's outrageous is that this year there are several boys in the department who can't tell the difference between "l" and "n". A heroic shout of "male god!" made Xie Lan want to hide away on the spot in front of so many people.
Xie Lan lowered his head in silence and continued to make up his notes. Wei Dongkuo came over and muttered, "Let me see what Lan Shen's notes look like... Damn it!"
The person next to him immediately turned his head and said, "Let me see too!"
The screen was filled with smooth English, mixed with mathematical symbols, and it was elegant and graceful. Most people couldn't understand the practice English, and Wei Dongkuo took a long time to react, "I thought you wrote your notes in Arabic, but it was English?"
Xie Lan hummed, "The teacher speaks too fast, I... can't keep up when writing Chinese characters."
It's really embarrassing to say that I used Chinese characters to take notes during my two years in high school. Although I wrote slower than others, I persisted. I didn't expect that I would still be defeated by the devil professor of T University.
"I worship you!" The boy next to Wei Dongkuo shook his head and sighed, "Although I can't understand this kind of words, it can scare people. It's very godly."
"Is that right?" Wei Dongkuo said quickly, "God Lan, you teach me English calligraphy, and I'll teach you how to say ji'er, how about that? The erhua sound you just pronounced wasn't smooth enough, and that word is not in my hometown dialect. I've also learned it from others for a long time, so I can teach you."
Xie Lan refused mercilessly, "Thank you, I already know how to do it. Chicken."
Wei Dongkuo nearly fell over laughing, and the girls in the row in front of him were also laughing.
Xie Lan felt a little embarrassed, so he quickly packed his things, picked up his schoolbag and left.
Wei Dongkuo was one of the roommates originally assigned to him. Although Xie Lan rarely returned to the dormitory after military training, he still had a good relationship with this outgoing roommate.
Dou Sheng had classes in the evening, so she sent her boyfriend to class and did her math homework in the library.
The phone was in silent mode, but the screen was still lit with messages popping up. I solved two problems and picked it up to take a quick look.
All kinds of notes and photos were flying around in the group, accompanied by a group of people’s desperate cries for help.
-What about the number ring q4
-/photo
- Damn it, the top is all wiped
-When I realized I couldn't finish writing and took the photo, it was too late
- The teacher is really good at wiping the blackboard
-Bald head, our teachers really like writing on the blackboard...
-As we all know, ppt is only used to assign homework
-Did anyone remember the mysterious Q4
-Guo Zi has the first half, Kuo Ye has the second half, but they are a few lines apart
Xie Lan then poked at the iPad, took a picture of the corresponding part and sent it to the group.
The group immediately exploded again.
-Lan Shen!! (Voice!)
-Lan Shen appears!
-Congratulations on catching the attention of Lan Shen
- And successfully unlock the help of Lan Shen
-I was so touched. The screen was full of mysterious language that I couldn't understand, but the only two lines of mathematical formulas that I could understand were exactly what I needed. Who understands this feeling of destiny? ? I was locked with Lan Shen.
-Law School Warning
-Law School Warning
-Law School Warning
The library was brightly lit, and the two rows of long, wide tables were filled with people. Students from T University were studying intently and intensely with their heads down.
This quiet and chaotic group seemed particularly unserious compared to the surrounding environment.
Xie Lan put down his phone in silence and continued to do his homework. But the chat room was still popping up, and in the small space, the message was still clamoring in his peripheral vision.
-Does Mr. Xie Lan still have the notes for Q6
-Same request
-q7 I want it too
-q7 I have, do I have the number field q3
-Crazy @ the great god, help me Xie Lan_em
Are these people serious...
Xie Lan had no choice but to export a copy of his notes and send it to the group. In fact, he had been taking notes in Chinese before, but he had to switch to English at the end because he couldn't keep up. The questions asked in the group just now all had Chinese versions.
But the Chinese version...
-?
- word?
- I'm confused, q6 fourth line, what's px+q? Gu Gen
-Is there a tongue
-Then what is tongue
It's not over yet.
Xie Lan had no choice but to put down his pen, picked up his phone and replied, "There are heavy roots."
-
-
-…
-I find it hard to imagine...
-I also…
Xie Lan patiently explained: "I couldn't finish copying it, so I simplified it. The 'tongue' is a simplified version of 'heavy', omitting a few details."
-? ?
-… Is it
- Billions of details
- I laughed so hard.
-I had to pinch my thighs to hold back my laughter in the study room. It was so hard.
-Redefine "simple"
Xie Lan looked at the screen scrolling down quickly, feeling helpless, and simply answered a few more questions that no one could see clearly.
-What is "日#或"
- Complex domain
-What about the "large knife corner"
- decomposition
-What about "multi-tasking"
-… let me see
Xie Lan paused for a few seconds and replied: "Polynomial."
-Laughing
- I finally laughed out loud in the study room
-Wow, if you don't know, you might think it's a Japanese mathematics textbook
-Japanese is not the same either, it's so funny
-Is this the world of imo champions
-I suddenly remembered... Aren't the language test papers distributed according to nationality? Lan Shen got the Chinese version, right
-Maybe the English version will perform better...
-It can't be better, imo I got all six questions right, breaking the record
-I didn't break the record. Several seniors got all the answers right before me, but it's really cool
It started again.
Xie Lan was bald, so he simply turned the computer over and continued to work on the questions with his head down.
The questions assigned by the teacher were very tricky. My brain was a little tired after I finished half of the calculation. I decided to leave the rest for after my morning run tomorrow. I also spent some time to revise the "simplified version" notes I had taken before.
After I finished tidying up everything, before I looked up from the screen, I suddenly heard melodious music.
The boys around him started packing their schoolbags. Xie Lan dazedly picked up his phone and looked at his watch.
22:45, fifteen minutes before closing, the music starts to urge people to leave.
Oh no, I was too busy and forgot about Dou Sheng!
I quickly opened WeChat and saw that Dou Sheng had indeed sent a bunch of messages.
20:35 Where are the people
20:42 Still in the library? The same place? Forgot what I learned
21:06 Report to the master, my boyfriend is sitting at your five o'clock position
…
22:38 Report again, I’m hungry… You are so good at learning
22:42How about pizza for supper? The signature devil cheese
Xie Lan turned around holding the phone in her hand and saw Dou Sheng sitting on the reading sofa diagonally behind her, with his closed laptop on his lap, watching her expectantly.
As soon as Xie Lan turned his head, Dou Sheng immediately perked up. He stretched out his fingers and snapped them in the air, mouthing: What
Xie Lan nodded and stood up to pack his things.
The closing music sounded for three minutes, and the entire library was filled with students studying late at night. Everyone got up one after another to pack up their things, and the quiet building finally began to become lively.
Xie Lan and Dou Sheng walked out of the free reading room together. As soon as they reached the hall, they heard a girl laughing and said, "Second... Xie Lan and Douzi are also studying here."
Xie Lan nodded, but felt that the girl was unfamiliar and probably not from the same department.
"It must be the audience." After he left, Dou Sheng muttered, "As soon as he opened his mouth, he said two. I guess he subconsciously wanted to call him Ermao."
Xie Lan almost stumbled, "Don't."
This is a nickname that only Dou Sheng would occasionally call out in private. It’s ok for netizens to post comments, but it’s too outrageous to call it out in public.
This reminded me of the day of military training when the whole battalion took a rare ten-minute break. A girl from another company ran over across half the playground and said to me excitedly, "Lanzai!"
…Thanks for the invitation, I almost died.
Dou Sheng couldn't stop laughing when he saw Xie Lan's autistic face. The two of them walked into the shade of the trees on the boulevard. Dou Sheng reached out and put his arm around Xie Lan's shoulders, saying with a smile, "You have to get used to it. You are now a big up with tens of millions of fans. How many of you have that on the entire site? And how many college students do you think don't watch Bilibili at all?"
Xie Lan said coldly: "Oh. I feel comforted."
Dou Sheng was even happier. Xie Lan grabbed the backpack strap on one shoulder and walked forward, sighing softly.
Indeed.
And it's not just him. Dou Sheng has even more fans than him. If the two are tied together, how can they stay low-key
"I'm speechless." He muttered casually.
As soon as he finished speaking, Dou Sheng, who was enjoying himself nearby, suddenly choked.
“Cough cough cough! Cough cough… cough! What is that??” Dou Sheng was shocked. “Why are you speechless?”
Xie Lan glanced at him calmly, "Good Ji'er, I'm speechless. How awesome is that? Did you pronounce the interjections you learned from Wei Dongkuo today correctly? Ji'er? Ji'er? Ji..."
Dou Sheng covered her mouth with his hand.
A bicycle passed by, and Xie Lan struggled to take a glance in his palm. It happened to be a girl from the department. She was riding a bicycle downhill without even looking at the road, and looked at him with shock.
"It's over, your image has collapsed." Dou Sheng let go and rubbed his nose. "The people in your dormitory are of low quality. Don't learn nonsense!"
Xie Lan's Adam's apple moved, "Is it insulting again?"
"It's not an insult... nor... well, it can't be considered a dirty word." Dou Sheng pulled a handful of hair, "But it just... doesn't match your temperament, you know?"
Xie Lan sighed with regret, lifted the strap of his schoolbag, and said, "I want to go to S Province next summer vacation. I want to try the hot pot that makes people cry, learn the dialect of S Province, and see giant pandas."
"Okay." Dou Sheng raised his eyebrows when he heard that. He held Xie Lan's shoulders with both hands and began to speed up. After jogging two steps, he used his wrist to push Xie Lan forward.
Xie Lan was annoyed by the noise, but he couldn't stop trying to lift the corners of his lips. He ran forward another ten meters by inertia before stopping and looking back at Dou Sheng.
Dou Sheng trotted over and said, "I'll make arrangements right away! Let's go on a trip during the National Day holiday in October!"
It was already late, and we didn't ride our bikes today. We chatted and laughed all the way back home.
Dou Sheng had a new video to post today, and he needed to check the subtitles and information column one last time, so Xie Lan was doing his own thing in the living room.
Half a month after the military training, the house has been decorated in a proper manner. There is an irregular long-haired carpet under the comfortable L-shaped sofa, a soft bean bag next to the sofa, and a lamp pole next to it. The reason why I use the word "pole" to describe it is that it has no obvious bulb, but a straight upward lamp pole with a circle of LEDs on the top, which lights up evenly and softly.
Xie Lan likes to curl up in his bean bag at night to write music, with the book he has been reading recently thrown next to him, all of which are about music arrangement.
After a while, Dou Sheng shouted from inside, "The video is out!"
"Okay."
Xie Lan put down the book, picked up the phone, and politely sent a three-click combo, then forwarded her boyfriend's new video of his hard work to her own dynamic, and skillfully and shamelessly wrote: "The vlog of the soft furnishing of the new home for a week is finally produced."
Then I quit station B and cleared the messages from various apps on a daily basis.
Station B private message, Weibo, WeChat group...
Um
□□ has a red 999+ on it
I rarely use □□. When I opened the list, I found that it was a large group of freshmen from T University this year.
He jumped to the top, swiped down quickly, and gradually frowned.
I am helping people discuss what a “freshman confession wall” is.
□□There were too many people in the group, and the various avatars and characters were overwhelming. Xie Lan climbed down hundreds of floors before he roughly understood what was going on.
T University has a public account that is used for anonymous or private confessions, also known as the emotional tree hole. During the military training every year, the public account team will compile a wave of posts about freshmen being confessed. This year, a statistical report was just released, which is the legendary list of the ten freshmen who have been confessed the most privately.
Xie Lan wasn't very interested in this stuff, but as he was browsing, he found that among those who were very interested, there were several people whose IDs had the prefix "Applied Mathematics".
Suddenly I had a bad feeling and scrolled down to find the screenshot of the report.
Title: The wind whispers, the night rain roars, and you come
vomit.
A very artistic kind of vomit.
Xie Lan blankly scrolled through a long paragraph of "message" and looked directly at the list.
Each name on the list corresponds to a photo, most of which are daily photos pulled from social software, as well as blurry candid photos or photos taken during military training, but the top one is different...
Top of the list—School of Law, International Law Class, Dou Sheng.
The accompanying picture turned out to be Dou Sheng’s B station avatar—a bean with a pink background.
Xie Lan instantly felt a nameless sense of restlessness, but then it quickly spread to his lower body.
Second on the list: School of Mathematics, Mathematics and Applied Mathematics, Xie Lan.
The accompanying picture... is actually Dou Sheng's B-station avatar, the same as the one above? !
No.
Xie Lan frowned and zoomed in on the picture to take a closer look. The second avatar had a filter added to it, making the colors look fake. There was also a small, tilted wine bottle photoshopped next to the bean...
"Who are you implying?" Xie Lan was furious. "Dou Sheng!"
There was a loud bang in the inner room, and Dou Sheng fell over with his stool, laughing so hard that he almost died, "I saw it! They were playing the I-am-bean joke, it made me laugh to death ahahahahahaha!!"
Xie Lan: “…”
This is outrageous.
The report also featured excerpts of confessions received by each of the top ten charming freshmen. Xie Lan didn't dare to look at her own, so she turned off the picture and continued to scroll down the chat history.
As expected, all the comments under the picture were about “the winner”, and most of them were about Alex and Dou Sheng.
- I am dying of laughter, you two
- Good man, you are so reckless in helping others
- Pretend not to know... cough cough
-The result of pretending to be stupid is that he pushed them together again on the list. I feel sad for him to confess his love.
-Let's take a look at the message Xie Lan received. It was actually a cheesy love message: Xie Lan, you've been in military training for so long, don't you feel tired? You've already run cross-country in my heart n times. It's so funny, do you understand
-Laughing to death
-Laughing to death
-Xie Lan, come out!!
Xie Lan seemed to be dead.
watched expressionlessly as the group continued to scroll down, and everyone dug out all the words between and Dou Sheng.
-Bean, this is not a confession of love, I just want to say that I have been watching your videos for three years in high school, and I also worked hard for you to get into T University. Hello, alumni Bean! (If you want to date me, that's fine too)
Fart.
Xie Lan continued to scroll down with a sour face, focusing specifically on Dou Sheng's.
-Bean, we are in the same class, ahem. I like the way you smile in the sun. I don’t want to play the fake boyfriend game with you guys. I hope to stand beside you one day (clue: I don’t wear glasses)
Without glasses? Xie Lan frowned and immediately began to search in his mind.
Dou Sheng’s class… Wow, most of them are girls, and the few I’ve seen don’t wear glasses…
Xie Lan was annoyed and closed the poster.
Just when he was feeling unhappy, Dou Sheng suddenly came out in slippers, frowned and said, "What the hell, you have no resistance to good-looking people here, why do you sound so disgusting, and you're still observing you?"
"Huh?" Xie Lan was stunned for a moment, and then he saw the confession in his mind, which was directed to himself.
Dou Sheng frowned and looked down, "There is another person who dares to say that if Dou dies, Kailan will be mine? Damn, he is a spectator or a passerby, so shameless..."
Dou Sheng sat down next to Xie Lan and squeezed into the bean bag with him, cursing at every comment he read.
"You are so toxic. I secretly sat behind you while you were studying and couldn't help but admire your concentration. You are too perverted."
Xie Lan: "... Actually, you were in the library just now..."
Dou Sheng continued, "There's one more thing. You're going off-road in my heart. Damn, I've played those cheesy love talks since my second year of high school, okay?"
Xie Lan: "… It's not worth showing off. Thank you."
Dou Sheng muttered to himself for a few words, and suddenly began to speak.
"What are you doing?" Xie Lan was shocked. "You want to..."
Before he finished speaking, with a whoosh, Dou Sheng's words were sent out.
Law-Dou Sheng: Let’s go, stop making fun of my two cats.
The group immediately became more turbulent.
-The real person appears!
-Front row photo
-… I was excited. After the B station post, I saw it in my own school group.
-My two cats, what is the difference between swearing sovereignty and claiming sovereignty
-Law-Dou Sheng, Douzi is just declaring his sovereignty!
-Isn't he a fake boyfriend
Messages popped up one after another, and Xie Lan sighed.
She held the big white notebook in her arms speechlessly and looked at Dou Sheng dimly.
"See how you end up."
Dou Sheng said indifferently: "Just take it as it should be, I am open and aboveboard."
Having said that, he sent one last message.
Law-Dou Sheng: No matter whether he is a real boyfriend or a fake boyfriend, the fake boyfriend also has to claim sovereignty.