After finishing the exam in one morning, the elite members of Class 4 lost their backbone.
Xie Lan was better off. Mathematics saved his mood, especially when he found that he could understand every question and took off immediately.
After collecting the papers, he looked up from the last row, and an idiom came to his mind - a million corpses.
"My deskmate! Herring table table table table -" Che Ziming turned to the left with a frown and cried, "I'm dead. It doesn't matter that Chinese is not my strong point. My strong point is math."
The boy who was called "Herring" said listlessly: "Don't mention it, I can only get one hundred in mathematics."
After a second's pause, the two of them turned back at the same time, looking directly at Dou Sheng.
"Douzi, how did you do in the exam?"
Dou Sheng quickly raised his eyes from the phone screen and said, "Normal."
"Dou Sheng is just average!"
The whole class stood up from their desks.
With those longing eyes, a string of beautiful Chinese words popped up in Xie Lan's mind -
Withered trees come spring.
After a long drought comes rain.
Reflection.
Crazy men hate women.
It seems something is starting to go wrong...
"Look what I'm doing." Dou Sheng flexed his wrist: "We're still discussing after the exam, so there's nothing else to do?"
He said, reaching out and pressing Xie Lan's desk.
Xie Lan: "?"
Dou Sheng smiled back at his kind eyes, lowered his head and continued playing with his phone.
"That's right." Che Ziming suddenly realized, "I forgot that there is a new handsome guy!"
Everyone suddenly said: "Yes."
Xie Lan: “…”
He finally discovered that this elite class has an owl per person, and the only way to express concern is with one word - stare.
Look, the one in the white sweater at ten o'clock, with its fat body and round eyes, is dignified and festive, no doubt a snowy owl.
The one wearing a brown coat at two o'clock, with slightly narrowed eyes, sharp yet a little shy, is the Eagle Owl.
After being stared at for half a minute, a girl with a high ponytail broke the ice and said, "My name is Dong Jingshuang, and I am the monitor of Class 4. What is the name of the new classmate?"
"His name is Xie Lan, I've asked him before!" Che Ziming answered quickly, "He should be a transfer student, right?"
Xie Lan hummed.
The people below immediately started talking.
"From the attached middle school?"
"Don't tell me that there are no handsome boys in this class of the Affiliated High School."
"The third middle school? The ninth middle school?"
"The dominant subjects in No. 3 Middle School and No. 9 Middle School are different. Which one do you use more often, Newton's second law or the pinch theorem?"
"..." Xie Lan felt that his head was beginning to swell: "I used to go to school in England, and the school was Winchester."
"Wow!"
The owls started to flutter.
"Yingyin!"
“Is it difficult to apply for high school in the UK?”
"You go out to high school, and your IELTS score is 7.5, right?"
Che Ming banged his desk, "Did you also study in junior high school in England? What about primary school? Why are you returning to China? Are you going to take the college entrance examination in China next year?"
A gentle and elegant boy wearing silver-rimmed glasses asked while turning the coffee bottle, "Does the UK also score physics and chemistry? What is the full score?"
"Boring." Herring curled his lips and looked back at Xie Lan, "Do you think the question just now was difficult?"
Xie Lan: “…”
"It's over or not, my head is spinning." Dou Sheng snorted lightly and put down his phone, "Would you like to go to the cafeteria?"
Xie Lan chose between a Dou Sheng and more than forty owls. He pretended to hesitate for five seconds and stood up decisively.
Che Ziming stared at Dou Sheng again, "What's the relationship between you two?"
Dou Sheng thought for a moment and said, "Let's just call him a short-term guardian in the school."
Xie Lan: "?"
Owls: "What?"
The car is clearly branded, "Who is monitoring whom?"
Dou Sheng smiled and said, "If you are really interested in digging up people's background, how about recalling how many people are left in Mathematics A?"
“…”
Che Ziming's voice began to tremble: "Three...thirty!"
Like the wind passing through the battlefield, death is everywhere.
Dou Sheng-Xie Lan would like to be called the owl hunter.
Dou Sheng didn't forget to make up for it before leaving the class: "The little white rabbit of Class 4 didn't want to be eaten alive when it went out. Last night I dreamed that I failed in the test and was sent out. When I woke up, my pillow towel was wet with tears."
Owls: "..."
There is a small playground between the cafeteria and the bishop, and the tree-lined avenue is on one side of the small playground. In early March, the trees had not yet sprouted, and the dead branches were twisting and clawing.
Half an hour into the exam, there were only a few people queuing at the window. Xie Lan poked at the messenger while queuing.
He dragged the screen to scroll down. Xie Jingming had bombarded more than seventy messages from last night to now. The latest one was a few minutes ago, asking him what he had for lunch.
Xie Jingming is a competent father in most senses. Now that he has grown up, Xie Lan only has two things that he is dissatisfied with. One was that he was obsessed with cosplaying as an Englishman, and the other was that just two years after that man left, he had a close relationship with a woman.
Xie Lan looked at the letters on the screen and replied with a straight Chinese character.
"Um"
After a few seconds, a new message popped up in the dialog box: "My last question."
Xie Lan replied: "So you can also speak Chinese."
The dialog box fell into silence. He held the phone and gave Xie Jingming a minute. When he didn't receive a reply, he turned off the messenger.
I haven't gotten the student card yet, and I only have the temporary meal card given by Hu Xiujie in my hand, which is so white that it's a bit dazzling.
Two meat dishes and one vegetable dish, rice as the staple food, and two egg tarts as standard, priced at NT$9.4 each, which is surprisingly cheap.
Not long after I sat down, Che Ziming and Herring also came over.
Before sitting down, Herring greeted Xie Lan: "Hello, I'm Yu Fei."
"It breaks my heart." Che Ziming answered, "Even if you look at him with a droopy face all day long, he is actually a rich second generation who was fooled by his father with money."
"roll."
Yu Fei was quite handsome, but he always looked sad and had a decadent look that seemed familiar to him.
It took Xie Lan a while to remember that it was like the French bulldog raised by his neighbor in London.
Che Ziming is still taking the exam.
"Oh my God, I was fooled by the math test for the first time. I've never played 135 before. It's hard to get over 100 this time."
"Really?" Dou Sheng raised his eyes, "On the way, I heard Lao Ma tell other teachers that he didn't expect even Class 4 to find it so difficult. He was very hurt."
Che Ziming almost spat out the food in his mouth, "What the hell is going on with this inexplicable guilt?"
Their chatter was low and fast, and Xie Lan strained her ears to practice her listening.
"How did Douzi do on the exam?"
Dou Sheng said: "It's average, I'm not sure if it can be full."
"...fuck."
Che Ziming had a look on his face and said, "I don't need to ask this question. I am rushing to create opportunities for you, a god like you, every day."
Xie Lan had never heard of the word forced god, but it was probably not a good word.
He didn't want to appear uneducated, so he could only make silent guesses based on the context in his mind.
"Hey." Che Ming pulled him over, "What about you?"
Xie Lan hesitated for a moment, "I'm not good at Chinese... What's the usual score for your class?"
Dou Sheng, who was lowering his head to eat, suddenly raised the corner of his mouth, opened the mineral water, took a sip, and continued eating like no one else.
Che Ziming thought for a while and said, "The Chinese score is not very stable. The difficulty of the questions this time is expected to be significantly reduced."
Xie Lan was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he continued, "Only 115?"
“…”
Xie Lan estimated that he was only 15.
Autistically eating two egg tarts, a tall and thin figure came over from the corner of his eye. He was the one wearing silver-rimmed glasses. On the way, Dou Sheng said his name was Dai You.
He greeted Che Ziming hummingly, walked between Dou Sheng and Xie Lan, bent down and whispered: "The competition guy seems to be in some trouble."
Dou Sheng hummed, stretched out his hand to hold the tin foil holder of the egg tart, tilted his neck, and poured the egg tart into his mouth.
Three seconds later, his Adam's apple moved, and the egg tart disappeared.
Xie Lan: "?"
What did he drink
Dou Sheng snapped his fingers in front of Che Ziming and said, "Give me the plate."
"You still have one egg tart left to eat." Che Ziming turned around, "Why are you going?"
Dou Sheng casually put the second egg tart on Xie Lan's plate, "Let's see if there is anything else to mind."
Dai You smiled and coaxed Che Ziming, who was about to make a move, in a coaxing tone of a little girl: "If you eat your food, Li Zong also wants to kneel down?"
Yu Fei, who had been keeping his head down as if he had fallen asleep, suddenly raised his eyelids, "Where are you?"
"That blind spot behind the cafeteria." Dai You said, "Don't follow me. There are too many people..."
The words stopped abruptly in the middle. Xie Lan obviously didn't understand clearly, but he looked towards the door keenly.
There were three people at the door of the cafeteria, two of them were wearing white T-shirts that made it hard to believe that they were white T-shirts, with flying graffiti. One had a short hair, the other had long hair. It was clear at a glance that they were campus gangsters from all over the world.
The third one is more unique. No one in England or China wears school uniform pants. As for the reason... you can understand it when you see those pants. But this man wore a complete set of clothes and trousers, his skin was rather dark, his jacket was zipped up to his chin, and a red sweater protruded from the collar, giving the school uniform the most earthy feel.
The three of them were pushing and shoving this way. To be precise, Changmao was pushing the school uniform, like a spinning top, taking two steps and whipping once. The steps of the school uniform were broken and rushed, but he restrained himself and did not dare to leave the range of that arm, and was whipped forward again and again.
It wasn't until he was close to the gate that he turned back and asked, "What do you want to eat?"
His voice was hoarse and his tone changed. Without saying anything, Changmao raised his hand and slapped him on the head!
There was a "snap", and the large T-shirt sleeves were swung on the head. It didn't hurt much, but it was extremely insulting.
"You bitch." Changmao patted his head with his sleeve, "You have been trained to shut up, right? Don't you know your accent is spicy?"
The one who was called a native dog did not hide or say anything. Instead, he raised his finger and pointed at the window, asking with his eyes.
Changmao said, "I'll eat whatever's left. If it weren't for the purpose of cleaning you up -"
"Cough." Cun Tou cleared his throat.
Changmao glanced at the employee not far away and said in a different direction, "Shut up and get the food and bring it over."
The "country dog" remained silent, turned around and walked to the window to get food.
"Fuck." Che Ziming clapped his chopsticks and stood up.
Dou Sheng reached out and pushed him back, "Eat your food."
"Can you understand? This guy is a math expert that Lao Ma recruited from Village Z. We want to compete with him."
Yu Fei poked at the scrambled eggs indifferently, "You haven't entered our class yet."
Che Ming glared: "Is this what you said in human language?"
"The problem is that I haven't started doing it now. Are you embarrassed?"
The car was silent for a while, but after a while he suddenly remembered and looked at Dai You, "Did you see it outside?"
Dai You glanced at Dou Sheng. Dou Sheng remained silent and played with the egg tart tin with his slender fingers, as if he suddenly had a strong interest in that thing.
The "local dog" not far away has already made three portions of rice, two portions are full, and the other portion only has vegetables. When swiping the card, he took out a piece of floral cloth from his pocket and opened it several times, revealing the same temporary card as Xie Lan's.
He looked very calm, as if he didn't care at all.
Xie Lan came back to her senses and heard Dou Sheng vaguely reply to Che Zi, "You can't make the first move."
Dai You also said, "Everyone, don't take the initiative to cause trouble, do you understand?"
Che Ziming nodded helplessly, "Yeah, I know, we are not ordinary people. We have an army of millions. Be careful of the impact."
"What?"
Xie Lan froze with his chopsticks and asked Dou Sheng, "What kind of army of one million people?"
"Ah." Chezi Ming said curiously: "You don't know? He is the big up owner of station B, and his fans have just exceeded one million. Do you know station B? It is similar to your foreign YouTubers."
Dou Sheng was silent for two seconds, "Speaking of b, I suddenly remembered, should I choose b for the last math question?"
"Huh? B?" Che Ming collapsed in a second and said with a sad face, "I hesitated for a long time and finally chose a."
Dai You was amused by him, "There are only four options in total, brother."
Xie Lan couldn't laugh.
Because he remembered that Dou Sheng was talking to his mobile phone at the airport convenience store yesterday.
Suddenly I had a bad premonition.
There is basically no rest time at noon on the exam day. It’s almost time to wake up and feel sleepy after dinner. There were still three minutes left before curling up. Xie Lan glanced at the empty seat next to him and prepared to go to the bathroom as soon as possible.
The teaching building is a deep U-shape. Unfortunately, Class 4 is at one end of the U-shape, and the men's restroom is at the other end. Fortunately, the bus clearly says that you can go to the nearby faculty restroom. The male teachers of the second grade group are at the other end and don't usually come here.
As soon as Xie Lan walked to the door of the men's room, he caught a glimpse of a familiar tuft of long hair through the small window on the door.
When he reacted, he had already opened the door. In the toilet, the "native dog" was pressed next to the sink, with foam overflowing from his mouth and hand sanitizer spilled beside him.
Xie Lan was stunned, as were Chang Mao and Inn Tou. The two stood still facing each other for a few seconds, with the "native dog" still looking like he was pressed against the edge of the sink.
The compartment inside flushed with a loud splash, and a familiar figure opened the door and walked out.
Dou Sheng looked indifferent, holding the two straps hanging down from the waist of his trousers with his fingers, casually tightening them into a knot, and pulling up the hem of his shirt.
Chang Mao and Inn Tou obviously didn't expect someone to break in from outside, and there was another one hidden inside. They seamlessly transitioned from one stunned state to the next, watching Dou Sheng walk directly in front of them.
Dou Sheng walked to the sink, picked up the hand sanitizer, squeezed it twice, and turned on the nearest faucet.
The water flowed out with a splash.
The "local dog" whose head was pressed suddenly let out several hoarse roars.
"Let go! Let go!!"
"Fuck you bloody old mothers! Let me go!"
Fine hand sanitizer foam trickled out from the corner of his mouth and into his collar.
The sound of water suddenly stopped.
Dou Sheng turned on the faucet, tightened it, and said, "Let go, do you hear me?"
Changmao opened his mouth and replied: "Get out."
Dou Sheng glanced at him, wiped his hands with two tissues, and said two words clearly and neatly.
"Cookie."
Xie Lan, who was still outside the door, seemed to be suddenly revitalized by these two words.
It was another word that he had never heard before, but thanks to Dou Sheng's situational deduction teaching, his DNA awakened and he instantly understood the meaning of these two words, and couldn't help but chuckle.
"Ah."
Changmao and Cuntou immediately looked towards him.
Xie Lan quickly explained: "I'm not laughing at you, I just think he described it very vividly."
Two people: "..."
Xie Lan suspected that there was something wrong with his wording.
Because this explanation not only gained Dou Sheng's stunned gaze, but also directly drew Changmao's hatred onto himself. Changmao let go of the "local dog" and rushed towards him with great force. He passed by Dou Sheng, but Dou Sheng reached out to his chest to stop him. He was slapped back like a basketball caught in mid-air.
The palm hit his chest, and the crisp sound echoed in the toilet.
Dou Sheng looked down at his palms, as if it was difficult to accept the fact that he had taken action.
"Why do you hit someone?" he asked Changmao.
Changmao: "Fuck me?"
Buntou Biao, who had been silent since noon, uttered a curse word, "You're from Class 4, right? Come and do it if you want to have fun!"
Dou Sheng didn't react at all. He walked over and took out a hard cube from his trouser pocket and patted it into Xie Lan's hand.
"Keep it for me so you can take your test." He whispered in his ear, "Don't think too much. Today was an accident. The style of studying in England is actually very correct."
Xie Lan: "?"
"You are not allowed to complain to my mother." Dou Sheng added.
Xie Lan: "?"
Before he could react, Dou Sheng turned around and lifted his legs back. With a familiar movement, he kicked the door shut in front of him with a bang.
The sound inside was blocked.
In the empty and silent corridor, Xie Lan lowered his head and glanced at the palm of his hand—
A GoPro camera with a label saying "It's fragile, don't touch it, or you'll pay 5,299."