As soon as the computer was turned off, Xie Lan turned back the notebook and continued writing his debate draft.
The phone vibrated on one side, it was Dou Sheng's voice call. Just as Xie Lan was about to pick up the call, the call was canceled again, and Dou Sheng sent a message instead.
-rjjsd: Where did you learn so many languages
Xie Lan replied: Daily accumulation.
-rjjsd: Bullshit.
-rjjsd：Douzi was stunned.jpg
Xie Lan looked at the dumbfounded expression of the Doudou man and couldn't help but raise her lips.
In fact, it’s not wrong to talk about daily accumulation. These are all seen from Dou Sheng’s fans. As soon as we talked about night time, these idioms appeared very frequently, so he checked them out and memorized them.
In fact, his performance was not very good. Fans also wrote poems and lyrics, and went a long way in memorizing Dou Sheng's secret curses. It's a pity that he didn't remember those things.
The phone vibrated and Dou Sheng sent another message.
-rjjsd: Shocked beans all year long.
Xie Lan laughed so hard that he dropped his phone on the table, making a loud clang in the empty classroom.
This was uploaded quickly on the website. Xie Lan searched for it before class in the afternoon and found a screen recording. The private messages exploded, and some fans came to scold him, but more often than not, his original fans came to send a series of heart-pounding laughs.
Mr.x, who loves to eat, is on the front line of gossip and also sent congratulatory messages.
-Gang, brother.
-My scalp is numb from the show.
-What's your relationship with Douzi, cousin? good friend? classmate? business partner
-I am the first up you follow, do you really not want to reply to me...
Xie Lan glanced at the chemistry teacher who was walking up to the podium with exercises in his arms, and casually muttered one word: Hmm.
mr.x:…
Dou Sheng didn't mention it again in the afternoon. Wednesday afternoon was filled with classes he didn't usually attend, such as chemistry, biology and English. But for the first time, he listened very carefully and took notes. Xie Lan wanted to say a few words to him. Sorry to bother you.
But Xie Lan could feel that Dou Sheng was in a good mood.
When Dou Sheng is in a good mood, he makes more small movements than usual. He shakes his beautiful paws, pinches the paper, pulls the curtains, and even stretches himself to do finger yoga. .
After the last get out of class, Che Ziming and the others went to eat at the small dining table. Xie Lan took the prepared debate draft and went to the laboratory building alone.
The first event of the Debate Club lasted only one hour. The text message notification stated that this event was mainly to break the ice and should not be too difficult.
But as soon as Xie Lan entered the classroom, he was immediately confused.
There were only eight people in the room, divided equally between men and women, around a long table. Some people sat on stools, while others sat on the table. On the table were Coca-Cola and braised chicken feet.
Braised chicken feet
A strange fragrance filled the room, and Xie Lan's hand froze in mid-air as he knocked on the door.
"Someone is here!" A girl with a high ponytail said, "Welcome new members!!"
Xie Lan felt a little numb, "Is this a debate club?"
"Yes!" The girl immediately introduced herself, "I am Rong Xinxin, the president of the British-Chinese Debate Club. These are senior members of our debate club. Are you Xie Lan?"
Xie Lan was silent for a moment, and suddenly had a bad feeling, "It's me, how did you know?"
Rong Xinxin smiled and said, "You are the only newcomer this year."
Xie Lan: "??"
A boy next to her was chewing chicken feet and added, "It should be said that there is a newcomer this year."
Xie Lan: “…”
It turns out that the so-called ice-breaking refers to Xie Lan unilaterally breaking the ice to the eight existing members.
After he stiffly introduced himself in two sentences, the group put down their chicken feet and applauded him enthusiastically for ten seconds.
Rong Xinxin smiled brightly and said: "Actually, we all know you, Mathematics A Xie Lan, who is now a sophomore in high school who hasn't heard of you. Good guy, I was stunned for a long time when I received the registration form. You are really here. "
Xie Lan was silent after hearing this, touching the debate draft in his pocket, feeling a little sad.
He hesitated for a moment and then asked: "Are there only a few of us, and our daily activities are eating and chatting?"
"It can't be said that these are the only ones." Rong Xinxin sat on the table and swayed her feet. "Recruitment this year is really not going well. We plan to have another round in two days and try to recruit seven more to form four teams. , then two rounds of competitions can be organized.”
Xie Lan breathed a sigh of relief, but Rong Xinxin immediately said: "Of course, it would be best to pull fifteen people directly, so that the eight of us can retire where we are."
Xie Lan: "?"
The boy who had been chewing chicken feet sighed quietly: "I'm almost cumming. The head teacher is putting pressure on me, and we don't have much energy anymore."
Rong Xinxin: "So Xie Lan, when recruiting new students, you can keep an eye on the kids who are in the first year of high school. If you recruit fifteen people, you will be the next president of the debate club!"
Xie Lan gradually became confused.
"Want to eat chicken feet?" The boy invited.
Xie Lan: "... No, thank you."
During the one-hour activity, we spent the next 40 minutes eating and chatting. It wasn't until almost everything on the table was eaten that Rong Xinxin clapped her hands and asked to listen to the materials prepared by everyone.
Those few people dug out the materials from under their butts, from take-out bags, and from the side of the trash can, and began to share them passionately.
Xie Lan, who was already in a state of confusion, was confused again.
Brother Ji Zhao stood on a stool with one foot, holding the manuscript in his left hand, and pointed at the country with his right hand with his chicken feet. He said passionately: "We are the opposite side, and gender symbols should not exist." The organization's arguments include: Is it the virtue of courtesy or sociality that women should give priority to? Inherent understanding of women’s weak power. When buying toy guns for little boys and rag dolls for girls, do they conform to children’s nature, or do they limit the natural expression of children’s hobbies? When new employees are hired, female employees are asked about their birth plans. , does it represent cruel gender discrimination in the workplace... "
Rong Xinxin sat on the table and swayed her feet to listen, "It's just so so. You have to think about how to lean on the last one. It's too straightforward a sexist argument and it's a bit off topic."
Brother Ji Zhao nodded, "I'll just write it down casually and try to attract some good ideas."
If you write casually, you can write better than Xie Lan.
Then everyone showed off their magic skills, quoting scriptures and combining them with real-time information. While chewing chicken feet, they reminisced about the thousands of years of Chinese culture and ethics. People couldn't help but suspect that eating chicken feet can increase intelligence.
Xie Lan covered up his debate draft and became autistic.
He clearly showed it to Dou Sheng, and Dou Sheng said it had improved a lot.
Rong Xinxin finally noticed him: "Classmate Xie Lan, are you the right person? What is your argument?"
Everyone looked over naturally.
After a moment of silence, Xie Lan unfolded the piece of paper and said bravely: "I have been preparing for a few days and have probably listed opinions."
Rong Xinxin: "Please speak."
Xie Lannian said: "First, the existence of gender symbols helps people better understand themselves and guides people to abide by norms."
"Stop it!" A boy asked in confusion: "What do you mean?"
Brother Chicken Claw said quietly: "No, I don't mean to say that the gender symbol helps me know that I am a man, so I have to go to the left when I go to the toilet."
Rong Xinxin laughed and hit him, "Can you stop being funny?"
Xie Lan: “…”
That's what I mean.
Probably because his expression was too solemn, everyone in the room laughed, and the smiles gradually disappeared.
The scene was a bit strange for a while.
Xie Lan sighed, "Second, the existence of gender symbols helps people better identify others and allows people to plan social scales."
Rong Xinxin said in shock: "This one seems to be born from the same mother as the one just now."
"But the perspective has changed." Brother Chicken Feet put down his chicken feet, "As expected of the person who shot the video, he's awesome."
The room was silent for a few more seconds. Xie Lan sighed inwardly and read the last part, "Thirdly, men and women are inherently different. Forcibly erasing gender symbols is a form of gender insecurity and gender discrimination. Euphemistic acknowledgment of existence.”
Rong Xinxin breathed a long sigh of relief, "This is okay, it's okay as soon as you hear it."
Xie Lan said expressionlessly, "Oh."
Dou Sheng finally wrote this for him when he couldn't stand it anymore.
There are four positions in the debate, including opening arguments in the first debate, on-the-spot debate in the second and third debates, and closing arguments in the fourth debate.
Dou Shengzhi said that there is a high probability that Xie Lan will be assigned to the first debate, and the workload is basically the same as the competition. Xie Lan also feels that the first debate is less difficult on the spot and is more suitable for him.
However, Rong Xinxin briefly answered everyone's questions and then said to Xie Lan, "I found that you have a spirit of daring to speak. No matter whether your point of view is tenable or not, you dare to speak out. In fact, you can give a heroic second argument."
Xie Lan: "Huh?"
"Then it's settled." Rong Xinxin raised her wrist and glanced at her watch, "This topic is actually very old. It's mainly to refresh everyone's brains after a holiday. The main task after the mid-term exam is to recruit new students, Xie Lan The classmates will be responsible, and with the cooperation of Zhuizhui and Brother Zhao, we will start the competition in June to complete the club tasks for this semester."
Xie Lan's pupils were shocked: "Am I responsible?"
Brother Chicken Feet put the last chicken feet into the takeout box and handed it to him, "Thank you for your hard work. Don't put too much pressure on me. If we can't find enough people, we can play an exhibition match and we can get through it."
Xie Lan: “…”
I stepped on the evening self-study bell and returned to the classroom. As soon as I sat down, Hu Xiujie rushed in with a stack of papers.
"Monitor, please close the door." She deftly split the papers into four piles and distributed them to each group. "I will do a set of comprehensive theory in self-study in the evening. According to the exam requirements, the paper will be closed and you can't talk."
The class was wailing. Even the elite class was bitter about the surprise exam.
Xie Lan was already a little numb. After being hit by the debate club, nothing could shock him more.
Dou Sheng asked in a low voice while clearing the table, "How is the debate club? Does the president approve of you?"
"It's considered recognition." Xie Lan paused, "She even wanted to pass on her location to me."
Dou Sheng suddenly raised his head, "??"
Xie Lan could only sigh.
The title of the comprehensive science test is "Mathematics A", which is extremely difficult.
Xie Lan is autistic and has finally recognized almost all the common nouns on the subject papers. However, all the major questions in this paper have a minimum of 300 words. If you look at the whole paper, it is full of squares and densely packed. Dance until he is dizzy.
It was finally time to hand in the papers after school. As soon as Hu Xiujie left, the class exploded.
Che Ziming turned around and cursed, "I ate so much at night and I'm hungry again."
Wang Gou sighed, "I'm hungry too. It's hard to be a student in a big city."
Dou Sheng threw the pen into his empty schoolbag, "Why don't you go to Gaobao for the number one scholar? There are still people who owe a meal in the math grading."
"Tonight?" Xie Lan was stunned, "Is there no access control to the dormitory?"
"The dormitory is not closed until after nine o'clock, and the dormitory check is not until ten o'clock. There is a place at the back of the dormitory building that we can climb into. We still have two hours." Dai You came from the front and whispered: "I am also a little tired of the exam, let's go Bar."
He left immediately, and Liu Yixuan was also following him, who was dragged along by Dou Sheng.
The Gaobao Zhuangyuan shop is small but very clean. Che Ziming and the others were afraid that they would be caught eating outside by the off-duty teacher, so they asked the boss to put the only two small tables in the room together, and six men and one woman reluctantly sat down.
Che Ming cursed and made room for Yu Fei's injured foot, "You think your big feet take up a lot of space?"
"Herring is very cooperative today. Even with his feet like this, he still comes to eat with us." Dai You stuffed each of the printed menus, "Come on, order, Che Ziming and I are treating you today, you're welcome."
Che Ziming shouted, "Don't be too rude!"
Everyone at the table was laughing, except for one girl, Liu Yixuan. She was sitting between Dai You and Yu Fei, laughing while flipping through the menu.
Wang Gou asked in a low voice, "Can I order this roasted butter? I've never eaten it."
"Click it! Light it for ten skewers on my pongzi!" Chezi Ming shouted.
Wang Gouhei blushed, "Thank you, it makes me happy."
Xie Lan couldn't help but laugh with everyone.
The shop is small, with small tables, chairs and benches. Everyone's schoolbags are thrown next to them, one on top of the other. Xie Lan's schoolbags are piled on top of Dou Sheng's, and Dou Sheng is sitting next to him.
The ordering was left to others. Dou Sheng did not play with his mobile phone, but looked out the door with a faint smile.
The wave of school has not ended yet, students and parents are passing through the door curtain in an endless stream.
"What are you thinking about?" Xie Lan touched him with her elbow.
Dou Sheng replied: "I'm thinking about lunch at noon."
Liu Yixuan, who was looking down at the menu, looked up and said, "I also saw the one at noon. Xie Lan is so brave. It turns out that he can still face Heizi like this."
Xie Lan curled her lips, "When will you come back to make videos?"
Yu Fei also turned to look at her, and Liu Yixuan sighed a little embarrassedly, "Dou Sheng told me about your music project, and I really want to go." It was a bit rough for two days, but now it's much better, and after watching You live broadcast at noon, I think it’s not a big deal if you are hacked.”
The boss brought the first plate of baked meats with a lot of butter.
Che Ziming immediately grabbed a few and shared them with the people around him. Yu Fei took two skewers, keeping one for himself and passing the other to Liu Yixuan.
"Up, there are too many of these, just don't bother with them." Dou Sheng said lightly, suddenly smiled, turned to Xie Lan and said: "But I am different, someone has to stand up for me. , Tsk, there’s nothing I can do about it.”
Xie Lan just took a bunch of butter and glanced at him indifferently.
Dou Sheng's leg touched him lightly, "You are gifted at scolding people. You are the devil."
Xie Lan looked back coldly, "I publicly announced that I should lie down and be indifferent, as expected of you."
"From now on, someone will cover me at Station B." Dou Sheng stretched his waist, turned sideways and stretched out his two long legs, "The lonely little up is crying."
Liu Yixuan couldn't help but say, "You little up with 1.3 million fans, please shut up."
Xie Lan subconsciously raised his lips when he heard this.
Yes, Dou Sheng already has 1.3 million followers. In recent videos and live broadcasts, his followers have increased rapidly.
Xie Lan didn't feel at all that it was his two songs that brought Dou Sheng attention. At that time, he was just playing the piano on a whim during the live broadcast. This time, he didn't have a strong sense of presence in the character video. Anyone who could pay attention to Dou Sheng was Someone who really likes Dou Sheng’s videos.
Dou Sheng deserves all this love.
There are many types of kebabs in the barbecue restaurant. Everyone took care of Xie Lan. Half of them were not spicy, and Xie Lan took a bite of each one.
It was his first time eating kebabs. It was a bit salty but very fragrant. Except for some internal organs, everything else is delicious, especially the toast pieces with crispy skin, dipped in condensed milk in a small plate, and I ate a big handful without realizing it.
Six or seven people were chatting about their own things together. Wang Gou and Dai You were discussing the last big topic in physics. Liu Yixuan was complaining to Che Ziming about the gang of black men. Yu Fei took two sips of wine and fell into an unprecedented confusion. Sitting there wandering.
Liquor is the "old village chief", a kind of liquor unique to China. Gao Roast No. 1 Scholar had no beer today, and the boss didn't dare to give the students too much white beer. After struggling for a long time, he poured half a cup for everyone, free of charge.
Xie Lan put his nose to the mouth of the cup and smelled it. He could already predict how choking the wine was.
Dou Sheng drank half of his own cup in two gulps, and said to Xie Lan: "Eighteen degrees, forget it."
Xie Lan glanced at him and said, "Even you can do it, so why can't I do it?"
He said without hesitation, he raised the cup and took a sip.
Spicy and punchy. The unprecedented stimulation rolled down the throat, half burning the esophagus, and the other half going straight to the head.
He held it in for a few seconds, then turned his head away and coughed.
Dou Sheng was amused and stretched his hands along his back, "I was too lazy to drink with my mother last time, but you are really a light drinker."
Hearing this, Che Ziming came over and said, "Xie Lan still dares to drink with Aunt Zhao?"
Xie Lan was startled, "What's wrong?"
"Aunt Zhao has a lot of alcohol." Che Ziming extended a thumbs up, "Dou Sheng's drinking capacity was trained by his mother. I think back then-"
Before he finished speaking, Xie Lan keenly noticed that Dou Sheng kicked him under the table.
Then Che Ziming changed his tone and sighed, "Forget it, forget it, don't mention it again."
"What's wrong?" Xie Lan turned around and looked at Dou Sheng.
Dou Sheng smiled lightly and said, "It's nothing. I drank with my mother every day for a while, and it hurt me. As a result, I don't drink with her easily now."
The amount of information seemed a bit large, but Xie Lan couldn't analyze the meaning behind it.
He just noticed that Dou Sheng seemed to be in a trance, because he had stopped coughing, but the hand behind his back did not stop, and was still gently moving.
Through a thin layer of T-shirt, the presence of Dou Sheng's fingers was very strong, spreading across his entire back.
After a long time, Dou Sheng finally turned around and took back his hand as if nothing had happened.
He took a long breath, raised his arm, and hung it skillfully on Xie Lan's shoulder.
"What are you doing again?" Xie Lan was speechless.
Dou Sheng sighed, with a low voice that only two people could hear, "The alcohol content seems to be a bit beyond my ability. If I can't go back to the nest, please take me back."
"Pretend." Xie Lan snorted, "Aren't you a master of lying flat? Why don't you lie flat on the street."
"No." Dou Sheng pressed his forehead against his shoulder, "Er Mao, you are so cruel, you are worthy of being a devil."
In fact, Xie Lan also felt a little dizzy. He took just one sip, so the alcohol was probably high. He drank too hard, and his head gradually became a little chaotic.
After ten o'clock, Liu Yixuan said it was time to go back, Dai You stood up to pay the bill, and everyone went back to their homes.
The car went back to his grandma's place tomorrow, so Yu Fei took a taxi and took Liu Yixuan away with him. The remaining four of them just shared a dormitory.
It was past ten o'clock, and the rush hour for students to finish school had passed. There was no one on the street, and the normally bustling street suddenly fell silent. The street lights were not on, and some faces in the school could barely be seen clearly.
Xie Lan and them stood on the roadside waiting for the bus with Yu Fei. I don't know when they got up, but Dou Sheng didn't circle him anymore. Instead, he put his arm on Dou Sheng's shoulder in a daze, and put his other hand on Dou Sheng's shoulder. Pulling Dou Sheng's arm.
He felt a little floating under his feet, and his mind was still clear, but he had to hold on to something to stand firm.
"Are you okay?" Dou Sheng asked with a smile, "I think you are hanging on me."
Xie Lan said coldly: "Bullshit."
Dou Sheng curled his lips and smiled, "I noticed that you learned these unorthodox words very quickly."
Xie Lan snorted, took a deep breath, and after a moment, he couldn't help but put his head on Dou Sheng's shoulder.
No wonder Dou Sheng likes this, it's really comfortable.
But Dou Sheng froze, and after a while he smiled and said in that low voice, "It's also vindictive."
The hailed car finally arrived. Dai You and Wang Gou helped Yu Fei get into the back seat. Liu Yixuan sat in the passenger seat and said goodbye to everyone.
"Go back and send a message." Dou Sheng said and looked at Yu Fei again, "And you, did you hear me?"
Yu Fei grunted impatiently, closed the door, and asked the master to turn around.
Xie Lan raised his head from Dou Sheng's shoulder with his dazed consciousness. The car just turned on its headlights. He squinted slightly and watched the car turn around and leave in the night.
Probably at this moment, he was too close to Dou Sheng. If he turned his head slightly, he could see those eyes up close.
As the car drove away, the warm light and shadow reflected in the dark eyes gradually faded away, and then the darkness covered it again little by little. Those eyes were silent but as bright as paint in the dark night.
It seemed that every time like this, he would detect a kind of loneliness in Dou Sheng.
It's not necessarily an unhappy emotion, just a faint feeling, as if the person he's holding in his hand has been separated from the current situation, and Dou Sheng will always live in it. In the invisible magnetic field wrapped around him.
Dazed, Xie Lan lowered his head and looked at his shoulder.
He is really hung up on Dou Sheng now. Thinking about it this way, he may have stepped into that invisible magnetic field.
"Your drinking capacity is outrageous."
He heard Dou Sheng whisper with a slight sigh.
Although Xie Lanren was dizzy, he was still cool. He snorted on his shoulder, "I'll give you two coins and take me back to the dormitory."
Dou Sheng's shoulders trembled with joy, "You said the same thing last time when you drank too much. This time the price has increased, so I want to give you a thumbs up."
"I'll give you two coins and the like will be automatically paid." Xie Lan was speechless, "I think your Bilibili account was stolen."
Dou Sheng laughed so much that he almost dropped him.
After Xie Lan complained, there was no more movement. He was a little tired. He hooked his left hand on Dou Sheng's shoulder and his right hand on his arm. He buried half of his face in Dou Sheng from the back. He was really hanging on. .
Dai You and Wang Gou walked in front, two guys who regarded learning as their life. They met each other late and always talked about homework and exams.
Dou Sheng walked much slower than usual, and he breathed a sigh of relief to dissipate his lingering drunkenness.
It's been a long time since Ms. Zhao Wenying asked him to drink. His level seems to have declined. He's a little drunk even if he doesn't drink too much.
A certain guy hanging on his body buried its face at the junction of his shoulders and back, rubbing against him gently.
There are countless nerves distributed on a person's shoulder blades. Through his clothes, he seemed to feel Xie Lan's lips. As he stumbled while walking, the lips seemed to be far away from his shoulder blades.
Like a soft woodpecker, leaving shallow kisses.