"This JK is not English, it's the abbreviation of Japanese transliteration." Dou Sheng whispered, "But I understand what you mean, yeah."
At such a young age, Xie Lan had the opportunity to experience the feeling of high blood pressure.
His mind was blank as he scrolled through the comments. When someone mentioned his cousin, it was like opening a floodgate. Hundreds of stories within a building quickly piled up. The hand in the video was screenshoted in various ways, and someone even typed out a line from ancient Chinese.
- Her hands are as soft as catkins and her skin is as white as cream. She is my beautiful cousin.
I couldn't understand the first eight words, I only recognized the last sentence.
Xie Lan grabbed Dou Sheng by the collar and pressed the knuckle of his index finger against his neck, "Explain to me."
Dou Sheng's Adam's apple slid unconsciously, rubbed his fingers, and broke free from his hands.
"You can't really blame me for this." Dou Sheng sighed, "I happened to be learning the dialect during those two days, and I received the assignment very suddenly. My mom called and said that it was Aunt Xiao's child. I didn't know what she looked like now, but she gave me a childhood photo for reference. When I looked at it, I saw little leather shoes, a little windbreaker, and a hairpin, and she looked cute. Isn't that a girl? Everyone was urging me to do a live broadcast, so I just did a live broadcast and tried out the results of my dialect learning. I—"
Xie Lan heard his own tinnitus.
His fists stiffened. "Can you speak slower? I can't keep up!"
"… "
Dou Sheng braked suddenly, stared at him for a few seconds, and said in a broken voice, "It means, I'm sorry."
Xie Lan stared at him breathlessly, "Send an explanation immediately."
"Don't explain." Dou Sheng looked somewhat helpless. "You don't understand my fans. They are the most naughty and trouble-making group on the Internet. There is no trust between me and my fans. Clarifying will only make them think too much."
"You're farting." Xie Lan used the vulgar language he had just learned from Che Ziming after school, "Are you farting or not?"
Dou Sheng sighed and fell against the wall. "Really? Trust me once. It's for your own good. Don't post it."
"I believe you?" Xie Lan felt his fist harden again, "Are you going to send it or not?"
"… "
After a long time, Dou Sheng sighed.
"I'm out of ideas." He took the phone and said depressedly, "Let's give it a try. I hope there's still hope for these old perverts."
Xie Lan glanced at him coldly, "What is this old pervert?"
"…" Dou Sheng paused, "Someone who will shed tears for your cuteness."
Xie Lan raised his hand and slapped him.
"Why are you still hitting people?" Dou Sheng rubbed his shoulders, feeling a little angry and a little amused, "You have no respect for your elders."
Xie Lan looked at him typing coldly without saying a word.
Dou Sheng was indeed older than him. Zhao Wenying said that his birthday was at the end of February, and Dou Sheng's birthday was in August of the previous year, exactly half a year apart.
But so what. Even though he is a big cat, he cannot take advantage of his age.
"Hurry up." Xie Lan urged, "Let's solve this tonight."
Dou Sheng curled his lips, "You are more vicious than Party A."
"Who is Party A?" Xie Lan stood up angrily, "I'm going to take a shower and I'll see when I come out."
Dou Sheng sighed behind him, "I don't even know who Party A is..."
"How can I know all of your friends? I've only been back home for a few days?" Xie Lan said angrily, "Hurry up and post it."
When Xie Lan came out of the shower, it was already half past ten. Four kittens were meowing across the wall, and Dou Sheng was coaxing them with a few words.
He is humble and gentle, unlike others who are either cold or talkative in front of others.
It was a bit like the previous times when he came to talk to Xie Lan in the middle of the night.
Xie Lan raised her voice and shouted, "Has it been sent?"
“It’s published!” Dou Sheng shouted back, “I spent twenty minutes planning this. I tried my best!”
Xie Lan snorted and looked at his phone.
Dou, the most handsome man in the world: Oh, I forgot to mention it. I just saw the comments and suddenly remembered that the person who came last time was not a girl, but a boy. Those who are causing trouble should just go away.
Just a short paragraph for twenty minutes
Xie Lan ran to the next room clutching his phone, "Just a few words?"
Dou Sheng sighed, "You don't understand. If I write too long, they will think I am guilty. If I write too short, they will think I am not serious. So let it be."
This was quite sincere. Xie Lan's temper slowed down a bit. "Okay, that's it."
As he spoke, he felt two streams of water running down his neck, flowing through his pajamas and into the collar.
"Why don't you dry your hair?" Dou Sheng took the towel from his hand and put it on his head. "Hurry up and wipe it off."
When Dou Sheng raised his hand, his fingers brushed across Xie Lan's forehead. Maybe it was because he had been under the air conditioner for too long, or maybe it was because Xie Lan was hot after taking a shower, but he felt a coolness in the place where he was touched, and the cool feeling lingered for a long time.
He stood there for two seconds for no reason, then covered his hands with the towel and said "oh".
Back at the desk in the room, Xie Lan still kept his hands covering the towel, and it took a long time before he slowly began to wipe his hair.
It's quite strange, every time Dou Sheng touches him or accidentally sweeps his eyes, that sense of presence becomes very strong.
Maybe this is the talent of people with beautiful hands.
Xie Lan muttered something and took out the English paper.
I don’t have much homework today. I have finished all the other subjects, except for four reading passages left in English.
He actually had some difficulty learning English, and it was only after returning to China that he realized that he did not understand grammar or reading at all.
I quickly read the first article.
It's very strange. It first says that plants are good for people's body and mind, then it turns into modifying plants to make them glow, and finally it turns out that there is a lot of loss in the transmission of electricity in the United States.
First question, what is this article mainly about
a. The benefits of plants to people and society.
b. What can plant modification bring
c. The government should reduce the distance electricity has to be transmitted.
d. Plant luminescence can help the country save electricity.
c is definitely wrong.
Xie Lan pondered over the remaining three options for five minutes, and after a long moment of hesitation, he chose A.
After thinking about it, I felt it was not right, so I changed to option d.
He took a breath and quickly turned to the answer - b.
"… "
Outrageous.
After four reading passages, by the time Xie Lan had convinced himself of the standard answers question by question, it was almost midnight.
He breathed a sigh of relief, then thought of his cousin when he reached for his cell phone.
There are already thousands of comments under that Weibo post.
Xie Lan scrolled down through the popular comments.
- I believed your lies.
- I understand, a beautiful woman hidden in a golden house. Haha.
- You are really amazing.
- I understand, okok, um um um
Xie Lan found it a bit confusing. Sometimes he felt that they believed it, but sometimes he felt that it was a bit... weird.
He opened the door and glanced to the side.
It was pitch black under Dou Sheng's door, and a small sign on the door stood there arrogantly - Closed for Today.
Xie Lan hesitated for a moment, then returned to his room, turned off the lights and went to bed. He stared at the night sky outside the gap in the curtains for a long time, then took out his phone and sent a WeChat message to Dou Sheng.
- are you asleep.
Dou Sheng replied immediately.
- Asleep.
"… "
How to send a message when you are asleep.
Xie Lan speechlessly took a screenshot of the hot comments on Weibo and posted it in the conversation box.
- What does "I believe your lies" mean? Do you believe it or not
There was silence on the other side for about ten seconds.
- I believe it.
- Really don’t think too much about it, it will be over after a while, just go to sleep.
Xie Lan breathed a sigh of relief.
- Just believe it. By the way, what does "a beautiful woman in a golden house" mean
This time the silence lasted longer.
- A golden house is a very beautiful house. A golden house with a beautiful wife means that there is a treasure in the house and the owner is very charming, which describes a rich and beautiful woman.
Xie Lan was confused by this explanation.
- Are you referring to me as the beautiful girl
- Of course not, I mean my mom.
- This has nothing to do with you. I just want to express my admiration for the size of my house. Didn’t I show my house in the video just now
- My fans love to get surprised and act like they have never seen the world. I am too lazy to say anything to them, just ignore them.
oh.
Xie Lan thought about it and agreed.
Zhao Wenying was a petite and bright woman who was wealthy from her business. On the walls of her house hung art paintings that looked very expensive, and there were porcelains displayed in the entrance hall, porch, and under the stairs. When I passed by her bedroom by chance, I accidentally caught a glimpse of the jaw-dropping jewelry rack on the dressing table.
It can indeed be said that there is a treasure in the house.
Xie Lan relaxed and couldn't help but send two more sentences.
- Your fans are not as shameless as you say, so I believe it.
- You have to treat your fans well.
- Mmmm, go to sleep quickly, please, please.
Xie Lan sighed and threw the phone away.
Dou Sheng is a bit of a failure as an up-host. His fans are obviously very easy to talk to, but he talks about them behind their backs and shows a lack of trust in them.
It's already pitiful that he only has one million fans, why don't he treat his fans better
Thinking of this, he picked up his phone again and tried to search for the four words "Gongzi Yeshen".
It’s true. Ye Shen’s Weibo has the same ID as Bilibili.
The most recent one was posted half an hour ago, with two pictures and a link. The first picture was a plate of grilled skewers, and the second picture was a bright pink electric guitar.
Gongzi Ye Shen: I have been secretly learning music. It has been almost a month. I composed my own music and asked my friends to remix a small part for you to listen to. Tap, here I go.
Xie Lan took out his headphones and put them on.
Low-fi style electronic music, mainly electric guitar, mixed with bass, drums, electronic keyboard, and Chinese-style string music when fading out.
Xie Lan rolled his eyes while lying on the bed.
Even if God put Beethoven, Mozart, Les Paul and Leo Fender together as children, they still couldn’t learn to play like this in a month.
He pointed out speechlessly, and when he refreshed the page, he saw that the person had sent two more messages.
Gongzi Ye Shen: Okay, let me say a few more words. I learn new things because I don’t want to be an indifferent person anymore. After getting the top 100, I have experienced a period of ups and downs in my mentality. I am happy and panicked. I know that I don’t deserve this title. I can have all this because of you.
Young Master Ye Shen: I love you very much, very much, very much. Good night.
I didn't quite understand the first few sentences, learning new things, not wanting to be a lazy person anymore, sounds like you're planning to do a food up? But what you posted is music, which is a bit confusing.
But I understood it later.
The feeling this person gave Xie Lan was indeed similar to what Dou Sheng's fans said, that he had a very good "image". From a professional perspective, it was natural for someone in this industry to maintain a close relationship with fans, and it should even be recognized.
But probably because of the big cat filter, Xie Lan felt that this person looked hypocritical.
He sighed and decided to check Dou Sheng's Weibo before going to bed.
—Someone who said good night ten minutes ago just sent another message.
Dou, the most handsome man in the world: Hey, I've explained it all, why am I going to stop? I was talking about those people who were asking other questions under the pretext of asking about the cat, why are they so annoying, haven't you been beaten by me
"… "
The other person: I love, love, love you so much.
The guy next door: Why are you so annoying? Have you never been beaten by me
Xie Lan rolled his eyes at the ceiling for the second time that night.