A dream is like a silent reconciliation.
Xie Lan suddenly felt relaxed, so relaxed that he could wear headphones and listen to an op while writing.
Before self-study on Sunday night, everyone in the classroom was on their feet.
There was a small basketball-like bandage wrapped around Fei's feet. Che Ming and Dai You helped him back to his seat one by one. Che Ziming held Xie Lan on the table to breathe for a while, and whispered: "I was passing by the front row just now, and I saw that Liu Yixuan's eye circles were so red, as if he had just finished crying."
As soon as he sat down, Fei frowned when he heard the words, "Why do you have so much time to observe others?"
"I've been watching you too, okay!" Che Ziming roared, his face red and his neck thick, "I've also noticed that your irritability doubles as spring goes to summer, but are you fucking telling me? You don't explain!"
Fei sneered, "What can she say to you?"
The car stayed silent for a while.
Xie Lan was so noisy that his head hurt. He put down his half-written argumentative essay "Pursuit" and raised his head and glanced ahead.
Liu Yixuan was discussing things with Dong Jingshu. Her expression looked normal, but her eye circles were indeed a little red.
Dai You whispered, "She was in trouble the day before yesterday."
Xie Lan said: "Black?"
"It's just online violence, being chased and scolded by people looking for trouble. Last week, she had a spring house dance video on the homepage, and it gained almost 100,000 followers. Maybe it made people jealous." Dai You paused, "But this The matter has been resolved, and it was ridiculously smooth. She was the one who complained about the injustice to passers-by. She was the most cruel and apologized directly. I even suspected that she spent money on public relations. "
Xie Lan barely understood, "Then why are you still crying?"
Dai You thought for a while, "The little girl must have a weak heart. She is different from Douzi. She is a love-struck little up. She can't stand many things. I saw her today and said that she wants to Suspension of adjustment status indefinitely.”
Fei turned to Dai You and said impatiently: "How come I haven't seen you being so gossipy before?"
"Is this called gossip?" Dai You was stunned, "You've become very angry recently, right?"
Fei flipped through the book quickly in frustration, "Anyway, don't block the light here, which will affect the recovery of my feet."
Dai You: "?"
After everyone calmed down, Xie Lan took out the notebook where he wrote the video plan.
Submission for the first issue, Wutong Concert in early summer, live broadcast + video
In the list of performers below, in the column for bamboo flute, Liu Yixuan is listed, and in brackets it says "Awaiting Invitation".
He was a little speechless. This project had been planned for a long time, and the location and arrangement were ready. All he had to do was invite the class to learn musical instruments. As a result, Liu Yixuan had to stop the show indefinitely.
Dou Sheng suddenly poked him beside him.
Xie Lan closed the book and asked, "What's wrong?"
"I found that fans distorted the meaning of DM and em. They actually said that we are the first and second cats." Dou Sheng stretched out his phone and looked at him, "I am very dissatisfied, devil, what do you say?" Woolen cloth?"
Xie Lan: “…”
There is someone in the comment area of the character video. What does em mean
Without any hesitation, Lou explained that Dou Sheng called him Ermao when Xie Lan first broadcast live, and then provided a link to the video that had long since been renamed "Maoguai Ermao" , the waistcoat was stripped off.
But perhaps because he had known Dou Sheng for a long time, Xie Lan's face grew thicker day by day.
He looked away expressionlessly, "Don't tell me, I actually bumped into Mao Ermao. Your fans can really relate to it."
Dou Sheng: "..."
Xie Lan buried his head and continued writing, "Anyway, I'm just a devil doing my job, what about you?"
Dou Sheng was silent for a moment, "Then I can continue to be unwillingly indifferent."
Xie Lan put the unskilled words into the small grid on the manuscript paper and raised the corners of his lips unconsciously.
The moment the evening self-study bell rang, someone at the back door suddenly shouted, "The math grades are out!"
The oil pan exploded instantly.
"Fuck!!"
"Didn't you say Monday?"
"So sudden!"
"Someone is holding my fate by the scruff of my neck!!"
The moment Lao Ma stepped into the classroom, all the owls got back into their seats and folded their wings upright.
Xie Lan glanced at the podium table and pulled the "Detailed Explanations of Exercises for the National Mathematics Olympiad" on Dou Sheng's desk. Together with his own stack, it blocked the writing hand.
Lao Ma held a small stack of paper in his hand, which was small and fastened with paper clips.
He stepped onto the podium and spoke clearly word by word: "The math grading is out for the first time. I have seven tickets to the provincial training camp in my hand."
"Seven." Che Ziming whispered, "Hurry up and do the math. Is this more or less?"
Herring curled his lips, "Five schools compete for thirty, you can do the math yourself."
Dong Jingshuang raised his hand, "Are all seven of them from our class? There are also twenty entries for A in all subjects."
Lao Ma smiled and said, "There are also tickets for general subjects A, and there are nine tickets for English ."
There was another explosion in the class. Che Ming raised his arms and shouted: "We are so fucking awesome!!"
Lao Ma also had a smile on his face, "Let me report the overall situation to everyone. This year, a total of 250 people took the exam, with a full score of 360, an average score of 237, and a digit of 202. The top thirty scores were 281, and this I did really well in the above-line exams.”
Xie Lan did a quick mental calculation.
The average score is more than 30 times higher than the digits, which shows that the high percentage of people's performance has widened the absolute gap.
"Grading and grading, the purpose of test paper design is to reduce the difference in level, so don't be negative about your studies if you don't do well in the exam. There are still opportunities in physics competitions, independent enrollment, etc." Ma Xiaoxiao said, "It's just these seven tickets. I'll just read them directly, so I won't worry about you."
The discussion in the classroom stopped, the owls didn't dare to breathe, and the room was so quiet that people doubted their ears.
The sound of the pen tip scratching on the paper suddenly seemed a bit abrupt. Xie Lan put down the pen silently and looked at it with regret. The exquisite parallelism sentence he just wrote - Pursuit, is the handwriting of the family and the music score of the musician. , is the master of up. Three consecutive connections with one click.
Lao Ma said: "I will read them one by one from back to front."
"Dong Jingshuang 282, 29 in the city. Fei 294, 23 in the city. Dai You 294, tied for 23. Che Ziming, 299, 19 in the city..."
After reading the word , everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Che Ziming said sadly: "It was almost 300!"
Lao Ma smiled and said, "It's already very high. In the last grading test, the number one in the city was only 320, and the number tenth was 300."
"Wang Gou 318, sixth in the city."
Che Ziming turned around and whispered, "The dog is awesome!"
Wang Gou was a little embarrassed and scratched his head, "Thank you, teacher."
"You deserve it." Lao Ma smiled. He still had the last piece of paper in his hand. He looked at the pieces of paper one by one and sighed with a smile.
Dai You said, "There are also Dou Sheng and Xie Lan."
Lao Ma smiled, "Yes, there are two of them."
The classroom was dead silent again.
Xie Lan discovered that these owls have the magical ability to hold their breath. Whenever they announce some news, they can hold their breath ten times a minute.
Lao Ma looked at the other tickets for a long time and said, "Oh, Dou Sheng."
Dou Sheng twirled the ballpoint pen between his index finger and finger, "Just click on it, teacher, I know that Xie Lan can't pass the math test."
Xie Lan was stunned when he heard this. He was secretly completing the parallelism sentence and paused on the paper.
He was a little surprised that Dou Sheng would say this.
Lao Ma was silent for a moment, then changed the positions of the tickets and looked back and forth.
After a long time, he said to Dou Sheng, "Before, I would have been so happy with you... Hey, it's not bad. It's already better than last year's first place. Dou Sheng is second in the city. , 348, one of the proofs is wrong.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Dou Sheng raised the corners of his lips, and the class immediately exploded.
The owls appear to be well-behaved, with their hands under the table pressing their mobile phones.
-348Second? ?
-Is this the same math grade as my exam
-It’s outrageous to get nearly a perfect score on this kind of exam!
-So how much does Xie Lan...
-I'm already numb...
Lao Ma took a deep breath and said, "Xie Lan 354, he got half the calculation wrong and ranks first in the city."
After the words fell, the whole hall was silent, and Lao Ma added: "You are wrong about that, no one in our class is wrong."
Xie Lan said quietly: "That cross-section measurement question is more than 300 words long and should not exist in the mathematics paper at all."
Che Mingming looked back at him with his mouth open, "What is Chacha?"
Xie Lan sighed.
Dou Sheng turned his pen beside him and thought for a long time, "Cliff?"
Xie Lan: "Maybe."
To be honest, he used his pen to underline vertically and vertically to break up the sentence for that question. In the end, it was still wrong. In anger, he wrote five words in the blank space: I can't understand the question.
Lao Ma nodded, looked at the camp entry form for a long time, and said, "It doesn't matter what your subject is. You must participate in the provincial training camp. Take the test in the October competition. You will get whatever you want, you know."
Xie Lan hummed.
Throughout the evening self-study, the class group continued without interruption.
The owl emoticon pack that flooded the screen caused a kind of mental poisoning. Xie Lan later simply blocked the group and continued writing his own Chinese articles.
By the time school was over, he had just written 600 words from 800 words. All the arguments he had accumulated in his life had been exhausted, and the word "done" was written on his gloomy face.
The results of the graded examination were still being discussed intensely in the classroom. As soon as Xie Lan stood up with his schoolbag in hand, Che Ziming turned around and fluttered his sleeves in front of him, saying in a strange voice: "Slave - little Che!"
Wang Gou threw down a chair cushion and knelt down on his knees with a plop, "Slave Xiaozizi!"
The two said in unison: "See the King of Mathematics!"
Xie Lan: "?"
The girl next to her laughed so hard that she almost turned the table over, and even Liu Yixuan curled up her lips.
Chezi Ming stood up and said: "After all these years, tsk tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, I finally saw someone who can defeat Dou Sheng. Although I have to treat him to a high-ranking champion, but to be honest, you know that I am in a good mood at this moment." How cool is it? This is the feeling of freedom, the sound of happiness, and the glorious years!”
Xie Lan was stunned for a while, poked the memo on his phone and said, "Can you say that last parallel sentence again?"
Che Ming's tongue flashed, "Huh?"
Dou Sheng coughed happily from behind, "There is no need to excerpt this sentence, it makes no sense."
Chezi glared, "Hey, you don't get angry even if you're being abused? Are you quite happy?"
Not only did Dou Sheng not get angry, he was so happy that he even whistled when he walked out.
The group of people were walking on the path back to the dormitory. Dai You turned around and sighed with emotion: "Xie Lan is really horrified. It's terrifying to think about it. He just missed half of the question and couldn't understand the meaning of the question." What? This kind of graded test didn’t reach his upper limit.”
Dou Sheng put his hands in his coat pockets, with a faint smile in his dark eyes, "Well, I also knew he was strong, but I didn't expect it to be this bad. To be honest, there was one wrong question on this paper. It proves that I feel that I have reached my limit at this stage. I am convinced that I have lost.”
His last sentence was to glance at Xie Lan. Xie Lan glanced back, always feeling that there must be a conspiracy behind this guy's decisive surrender.
Sure enough, as the group turned around the side of the teaching building, he suddenly felt a weight on his back. Dou Sheng wrapped his arms around him and pressed his head on his shoulder, with his chin just touching the collarbone where the violin usually rests.
The sky was dark and the street lamps were dim, making a long shadow overlap on the ground.
Dou Sheng tilted his head slightly and whispered in his ear: "That's great, Ermao, teach me how you took the exam."
When he spoke, his breath hit Xie Lan's collar, and Xie Lan suddenly froze.
A numb and numb feeling crawls along the spine to the top of the head, like an electric shock.