The three-person team moved to the bottom of the Red Flag Stand under the escort of Hu Xiujie.
The small wooden table is large enough for two people and is a bit short, so it seems crowded when three guys sit around it.
Xie Lan reluctantly carved out a piece of territory between Yu Fei and Dou Sheng, took a deep breath, and decided to work hard to accept this Chinese-style high school life that made him feel at a loss.
He took out paper and pen, and when he looked up, Dou Sheng and Yu Fei were staring at him eagerly.
Xie Lan paused, "What's wrong?"
Yu Fei said in annoyance: "The schoolbag is not here, and there is no paper or pen."
Dou Sheng nodded calmly, "The schoolbag is right here, but there is no paper or pen."
"… "
Dou Sheng got the paper and pen he was given, moved closer to Xie Lan, and whispered, "Let me teach you."
"No need." Xie Lan lifted the paper towards him, "I want to write it myself."
Dou Sheng was surprised, "Write it yourself?"
"Um."
Just now when Hu Xiujie said he wanted to exchange the inspection book for the mobile phone, Xie Lan suddenly had an idea.
As long as there is someone in the class who has not been bribed by Dou Sheng, he has a chance to get something out of it.
It's just a bit shameless.
Dou Sheng looked at him from the side, hesitated for a long time, and then hissed, "Don't show off. Hu Xiujie is different from other teachers. What if she thinks your attitude is not right—"
"I will behave properly." Xie Lan took off the pen cap, took out two reference books from his schoolbag and placed them on the table.
An English-Chinese dictionary and an idiom dictionary. Together they are 40 centimeters thick and weigh 7 or 8 kilograms.
Dou Sheng: “…”
Yu Fei was an old hand at writing self-criticisms. He wrote with great ease. As he wrote, he whispered, "I guess the three of them are also writing self-criticisms right now."
"Definitely." Dou Sheng tore open the package of cookies and placed it in the middle of the table. "The information is inaccurate. Hu Xiujie is supposed to take a leave."
Yu Fei snorted, feeling very depressed. "She definitely spread the news herself. This is a trap!"
Xie Lan didn't understand what sting enforcement was, but he could understand it based on the context.
He suddenly remembered an idiom, "Under Mr. Hu's cunning and treacherous fishing enforcement, we finally felt that we were wrong. Is it okay to write it this way?"
With a snap, Dou Sheng dropped the biscuit in fright.
"Not OK!" He looked shocked. "Please, let me guide you. My phone is still in her hand."
"If it's not ok, then it's not ok. Why are you in such a hurry? I'll check it again." Xie Lan shook his hands in annoyance. "I want to finish it myself. Don't come over."
Dou Sheng: “…”
The self-criticism was written in a very slow manner. Although Xie Lan had tried his best to fill it with plain language, he still had to stop from time to time to look up the dictionary.
I was halfway through writing when it came time for the first break, but luckily there was basically no one coming to the front playground during the evening self-study break.
Finally finishing the last paragraph, Xie Lan tapped his numb waist and turned around, only to see Hu Xiujie still standing at the school gate.
"She won't keep staring at us, will she?" Xie Lan nudged Dou Sheng with his elbow. "Is this also a rule?"
Dou Sheng quickly turned his head and took a look, "No, there might still be someone waiting for him."
Yu Fei, who finished writing before them, chewed a biscuit and said sullenly, "He must have a purpose for staying up so late. I wonder who is the hero who can make Hu Xiujie stand at the school gate for an hour and a half."
As soon as he finished speaking, the hero appeared.
He was very tall and thin, with short hair that was messy as if he had rolled in the sand. His school uniform was open, revealing a white sweatshirt covered in black, gray and footprints.
Xie Lan stared at the figure for a while before realizing who it was.
In just a few days, Chen Ge seemed to have lost 3 to 5 kilograms compared to the night of farewell. The 1.80-meter-tall young man seemed to be just a skeleton, looking decadent and gray.
Chen Ge was caught by Hu Xiujie. He was a head taller than Hu Xiujie, but when he was scolded, he still zipped up his school uniform and lowered his head, which was so skillful that it made people feel distressed.
“He’s so skinny.” Yu Fei, who was originally swaying from sleepiness, stood up straight, “Douzi, he can’t be—”
"No." Dou Sheng turned back coldly, "He probably just didn't have money to eat. He knows more about that kind of thing than the rest of us."
Hu Xiujie did not interrogate Chen Ge for too long, nor did he ask him to write a self-criticism. He just let him go back.
There was still half an hour before school was over. Xie Lan finally put down the last punctuation mark and let out a long sigh.
Dou Sheng glanced at him and slowly signed his name on the self-criticism letter. "Give it to me and I'll hand it in."
"No need." Xie Lan said, "I'll go to the office and get your phone back."
"Together?"
"I'm alone." Xie Lan said, "Don't follow me."
He straightened the papers in his hand. His handwriting was twice as big as others. He wrote 800 words on four pages. "I'll take yours over as well."
When following Hu Xiujie upstairs, Xie Lan took the opportunity to take a look at Yu Fei and Dou Sheng's self-criticisms.
Yu Fei's writing is very formulaic, full of phrases that can be used anywhere, a bit like the essay templates that Xie Lan has memorized.
Dou Sheng's writing was really nonsense. Six hundred words out of the eight hundred words were narrative, in which he recounted all the events of catching kittens in the past two days and cutting off eight eggs in one go. At the end he perfunctorily wrote a few sentences saying that he was totally wrong and hoped that the teacher would have mercy on Xie Lan and let Xie Lan go and return Xie Lan's phone to him.
If you don’t know, you would think that Dou Sheng and he have a very good relationship.
Xie Lan indifferently put Dou Sheng's self-criticism underneath and handed them to Hu Xiujie.
Hu Xiujie returned to his seat and drank some hot water before taking the self-review.
"The temperature has dropped in the past two days." She glanced at Xie Lan's trouser legs, "Are you wearing long johns?"
long johns…
Xie Lan said mechanically: "I put it on."
"You really have to wear it, otherwise your legs will hurt in the middle of the night." Hu Xiujie stood up and poured him a cup of hot water. "Do you know you are wrong?"
Xie Lan lowered his head and nodded.
Standing here, he finally understood what a wise strategy it was for Dou Sheng to pretend to be good in front of Hu Xiujie.
As ferocious and cold-blooded as Hu Xiujie was, his expression softened a little when he bowed his head and admitted his mistake.
"Xie Lan, you are an honest and smart child, the teacher can see that. Now you are holding back because of your Chinese language, but if you study hard, you won't have any problem getting into a key university. Don't go astray, and don't just play around with Dou Sheng." Hu Xiujie said earnestly, "After returning to China, the educational environment will change, and the social environment will also change. You must keep your rudder, set sail, set clear goals, and don't miss your ideals. Do you understand?"
Xie Lan didn’t quite understand the second half of the sentence, but he nodded obediently and paused, “In fact, Dou Sheng is very good. He is good at both studying and playing.”
Hu Xiujie hummed, "That's true."
"Teacher, do you know Dou Sheng's Bilibili account?" Xie Lan asked casually.
Hu Xiujie rolled her eyes at him and said, "You've already handed in your phone, but you're still thinking about Bilibili?" As she spoke, she flipped through the two self-criticisms in her hands. When she saw Dou Sheng's self-criticism, she sneered and threw it away in disgust.
"This is theirs, what about yours?"
Asking the teacher also failed.
Xie Lan held the four pages of paper in his hand and said in a low voice, "Teacher, I really feel guilty."
Hu Xiujie: “Hmm?”
"I didn't imagine skipping classes after just one week of studying in China." Xie Lan paused for a moment, "I want to read this self-review in front of the whole class."
The office was silent for a few seconds.
Then a question mark slowly appeared on Hu Xiujie's face.
"You—" she repeated uncertainly, "want to read a review in front of the whole class?"
Xie Lan lowered his head and hummed softly.
Hu Xiujie fell silent again.
After a while, she said, "Reflect on yourself. Don't tell me you learned bad things from Dou Sheng and are planning something to trick me."
"Of course not." Xie Lan handed her the self-criticism.
Hu Xiujie quickly flipped through the pages and frowned, "There really isn't anything wrong with it... No, why?"
"I want to understand my mistakes more deeply," Xie Lan said.
Hu Xiujie was stunned for a while.
Xie Lan raised his head and looked at her sincerely, "Is it okay?"
"Okay... What's wrong with that?" Hu Xiujie answered subconsciously, "But you—"
Xie Lan said, "But I'm a little embarrassed. Teacher, can you say that you asked me to read it?"
The confused filter on Hu Xiujie's face deepened.
Fifteen minutes before the end of the school day, Hu Xiujie took Xie Lan back to the classroom. She walked in front and muttered as she walked, "You are an interesting kid. I have been teaching for 25 years, and this is the first time a student has frozen in time."
Xie Lan didn't understand what "frozen" meant and only roughly understood the first half of the sentence.
So he continued to behave well, "Thank you, teacher. I will keep working hard."
Hu Xiujie: “…”
The classroom was very quiet. Lao Ma was sitting at the desk writing lesson plans.
Hu Xiujie took Xie Lan in, and the owls all looked up in confusion.
"Xie Lan, please read your self-review to everyone. The reason is that you skipped evening self-study and brought your cell phone." Hu Xiujie paused, "There are a few other people who made mistakes. I don't have time to read them one by one. Go back and do three more comprehensive science exercises and send them to my office before school is over tomorrow."
Dou Sheng looked at Xie Lan with a worried look. Xie Lan just glanced at him and lowered his head, standing in the center of the podium.
Old Ma curiously and cooperatively moved a piece of land to the side for him.
"Check. Xie Lan."
"Today is the seventh day since I returned to my motherland, the People's Republic of China. Before I returned to my motherland, the People's Republic of China, I didn't expect that I would be like this now. What is it like? This has to start with what I have done in these seven days since I returned to my motherland."
Che Ziming muttered in the background, "This word is just a bunch of nonsense."
"Of course." Wang Gou couldn't help but praise it a little.
Then Dou Sheng pressed down Che Ziming's head.
The words in between were mostly dry, generally reflecting on not trying hard enough in the exam, not following the rules and bringing a cell phone, and missing self-study due to things not related to study, etc.
Everyone below was trying to hold back their laughter. In Xie Lan's peripheral vision, the corners of Lao Ma's mouth trembled several times. Finally, he couldn't help but walked to the window and pretended to look at the scenery, but in fact his shoulders were shaking.
But Xie Lan was calm as a stream. He read two pages, three pages, and four pages calmly.
To the last paragraph.
"Speaking of mobile phones, my biggest mistake was that I didn't study after class these days. Instead, I wasted time playing with my phone, especially watching Bilibili."
Lao Ma finally couldn't help laughing and said, "Don't be too hard on yourself, Station B also has a lot of meaningful content."
The school bell rang as he spoke, and the owls made a few jokes in a light-hearted manner. However, Dou Sheng, who was lying on the table in the last row, suddenly sat up and looked at Xie Lan with a vigilant look on his face.
Xie Lan looked at him calmly for a moment and smiled.
He paused for a few seconds until everyone was quiet again, and the classroom was so quiet that he could hear the hissing sound of the light tubes.
Xie Lan held the paper and read it word by word: "I really wasted too much time watching videos, such as watching the uploader Mr. X who loves to eat, etc. I was wrong, and I will definitely change it in the future."
The last sentence confused the students.
"Who is Mr. X who loves to eat?"
"You are so noble that you can have your own name in the self-review?"
"Eating show? So you like watching the food section?"
Xie Lan stood on the podium and clearly saw that the people below were divided into two groups with two kinds of faces.
Most of them were as alert as Dou Sheng, including Dai You, Che Zi, Ming Yufei, and the class leaders who had a strong presence in daily life.
Another group of people, sitting in a small corner away from his seat, were the ones who had the most confused looks on their faces.
In the confusion, someone finally couldn't help but say, "What are you looking at Mr. X for? You're already in Class 4, at least take a look at the most handsome man in the world."
"Yeah yeah."
Dou Sheng stood there with a wooden expression.
"Dou, the most handsome man in the world." Xie Lan repeated the name softly.
The most handsome man in the world, Dou. rjjsd.
That’s right.