The next morning, the doctor at the community clinic was confused as soon as he got to work.
She remained silent for a long time, looking at the arm that was not red or swollen, not exposed, and only had some bruises.
Then he turned the information card on the table and took another look: Orthopedics.
"So—" she said incredulously, "you want me to fix this arm?"
Xie Lan was speechless and looked at Dou Sheng coldly.
Dou Sheng looked calm, "Yes. We rely on meat for food. Although the bones are not injured for the time being, it is better to reinforce them to prevent them from getting worse."
"… "
Xie Lan couldn't help but hold his forehead.
The doctor slapped the list in front of Dou Sheng indifferently, "Your injury doesn't need to be fixed. Go to the front desk and get two pieces of Panax notoginseng plaster."
Xie Lan thanked him with a sigh of relief, but just as he stood up, Dou Sheng pushed him back down.
"It hurts to tear off the plaster. Can I use a dressing and then a thick bandage?"
The doctor's eyes began to blur.
Dou Sheng sighed sincerely, "Please excuse me, I'm really afraid of getting hurt again."
"… "
Perhaps the mental attack was too severe, the doctor was silent for a while and then actually stood up to get the bandage.
Dou Sheng winked at Xie Lan and said, "I'll just say it. Doctors at commercial clinics are better."
Xie Lan had a blank expression on his face. "Is it really necessary? I won't be staying at Chen Ge's house tonight."
"It's safer if you tie it tightly, for the sake of playing the violin." Dou Sheng looked righteous.
"...Okay." Xie Lan sighed helplessly.
The last person who got startled because of a minor injury on his body was his mother, but Dou Sheng was even more exaggerated than her.
The doctor brought a pack of dressings and a few rolls of bandages to bandage Xie Lan's arm. Xie Lan looked at it for a while, and the radio in his pocket suddenly vibrated.
Guo Ruize pulled him into a group called "Affiliated Middle School Revenge Alliance". The uproar just now was caused by a screen full of emoticons in the group - seven bright red characters: Affiliated Middle School students love mathematics.
Xie Lan hesitated for a moment and typed a question mark:
- No. 1 on the Affiliated High School list Guo Ruize: Welcome Mr. Xie Lan to join the group. We will see each other in the provincial training camp later. In order to commemorate this great moment and to wipe out the shame of you looking down on the questions set by our teachers, we have established this "Affiliated High School Revenge Alliance" and invited teachers to set three top-level difficult competition questions. Please arrive at the classroom half an hour in advance so that we can compete with each other passionately!
Xie Lan read the question for three minutes and replied slowly:
- Xu Fei, No. 2 on the Attached Middle School List: Once upon a time, a teacher in my school was criticized for a question that was too long. How can I forget such a shame! Don't even think of using the excuse that you are not good at Chinese to get away with it. The Sports Committee of my class will announce three questions to the group later. Let's fight!
"It's packed."
The doctor cut the bandage with scissors, patted Xie Lan's stiff arm, and said expressionlessly: "You can go now."
Xie Lan was silent for a moment, looking at the long list of declarations of war that appeared in the group, and then looking at his tightly bound arms.
After a long time, he put away his phone, put down his left arm awkwardly, and raised his right arm onto the table.
doctor:"?"
Xie Lan: "Please, please tie this arm as well, thank you."
Coming out of the community clinic, Xie Lan held up two zombies and asked Dou Sheng to take a picture of him and send it to the Avengers Alliance.
-Renaissance: Sorry, I didn’t mean it.
— Renaissance has left the group chat —
Dou Sheng laughed out loud, "You are too social."
"society?"
"I'm praising you." Dou Sheng walked past the door of the laboratory building, raised his hand and plucked the drooping leaves with a smile, "Ordinary people, if they don't have more than ten years of experience in society, can't be as smart as you."
"Is that so?" Xie Lan digested it for a while and said calmly, "Thank you."
The training location of the provincial training camp is a small classroom in the Yingzhong Experimental Building, from 8 am to 8 pm. Today is the first day of the camp, and all schools have come early to reserve seats. As soon as Xie Lan entered the door, he looked at the 20 elites who were waiting for battle.
In the entire classroom, each school was marking out its territory as if they were competing with each other. Even though there were only a few people, they still insisted on wearing school uniforms and standing in line.
There was only a small group of scattered sand in the corner near the window of the last row. Xie Lan was confusedly looking for Yingzhong's position when a man stood up from the scattered sand.
Che Ziming waved, "Here!"
oh.
The main players of the British-Chinese competition slept at other people's homes last night, and two of them slept on the floor, all of them were so sleepy that they staggered all over the place, which made people from other schools lose their fighting spirit. They finally waited for the first and second place in the city, but the first two were tied up with bandages, with a strong social atmosphere, and the other one was carrying a big bag of snacks, as if he was on a spring outing.
Xie Lan calmly walked to the last row in full view of everyone. When he turned around, he found Guo Ruize staring at him with his big eyes.
Then he calmly raised his two snow-white arms.
Guo Ruize: “Haha.”
The knowledge points to be taught in the morning were placed on the table. Xie Lan sat down and went through the knowledge points and examples while eating breakfast.
Dou Sheng asked, "How do you feel?"
"good."
“Are there any examples that you find difficult?”
Xie Lan flipped back to the previous page and took a look. "I think it will take quite a while to solve the fourth question. How about you?"
Dou Sheng smiled and said, "I don't know how to answer two questions, and I'm not sure about one question. I'll listen to the teacher later."
He sighed and said, "Ermao is amazing. If I don't understand later, can you give me one-on-one lessons when I get home?"
"..." Xie Lan lost his expression, "Guess."
The teacher who came to teach today was from the affiliated high school, a man in his forties, wearing glasses.
"Hello everyone, today is the first regular training of the provincial training camp. I am the coach for the first three weeks. I am from the mathematics department of the affiliated high school. My last name is Liang."
"I'm glad to see you all here. In the first three weeks, we will focus on plane geometry and solid geometry. The papers for the last city-wide graded exam are all in my hand. I have sorted out the homework for everyone based on their weak points in geometry. Come to me before the end of the night to collect it. During the day, we will focus on the complex applications of May's theorem."
The people below opened their notes while listening, but after Liang finished introducing the situation, he changed the subject and said, "Before I start the lecture, I would like to introduce myself to you all. I am familiar with all the students in the Affiliated High School. I have also read the materials when my former classmates from No. 3 High School and No. 9 High School were invigilating. Today, I will mainly introduce myself to a few students from Yingzhong High School."
He paused, raised his head and looked towards the back row, "Who is Xie Lan?"
Faintly, Xie Lan saw a hint of heat behind the lenses of those glasses.
The people in front turned around and looked at him, silent, serious, and suffocated.
Xie Lan had no choice but to say, "It's me."
"Okay." Teacher Liang smiled, "You are the elite student who left only one question blank. Nice to meet you."
Not sure if it was an illusion, but Xie Lan felt as if the words “questions I don’t understand” were bitten off.
He had no choice but to smile, "Sorry, teacher, I really can't read well."
There was silence in the small classroom for a few seconds, and then suddenly there was a burst of laughter.
Those from the Affiliated High School laughed especially happily. Guo Ruize laid his head on the table in the back row, looking up at the sky and laughing, wishing he could take out his stomach.
Alas. Xie Lan sighed.
Teacher Liang was also happy. "Okay, your teacher Ma has told me about it. You are a returnee, right? Don't worry, I won't make things difficult for you."
Xie Lan glanced at Dou Sheng, whose shoulders were twitching.
Dou Sheng came over and translated in a low voice, "It's just making things difficult for you."
oh.
Xie Lan had no choice but to thank him: "Thank you then."
Amidst the laughter, Teacher Liang quickly got to know a few other students, then quickly calmed everyone down and started the lecture.
The teachers at the provincial training camp taught very fast, only touching upon the knowledge points, the key was to expand the question types. Old Ma taught in the same way, but he spoke with intonation, and Xie Lan could keep up. This teacher Liang spoke very fast, and the blackboard writing also took off, the chalk clacking so fast that it hurt the brain, and after Xie Lan forced herself to follow the progress for a while, she began to feel motion sickness.
Chinese is really difficult. He sighed and looked past Dou Sheng toward the window.
It started raining again. The rain was very thin and silent, and you had to stare closely at the window to make it out.
The drooping sycamore trees by the window were trembling slightly as the rain hit them. Xie Lan began to lose focus on the leaves. He thought about the heavy rain yesterday, Dou Sheng's past, and the ambiguous words he said last night. He also thought about the continuous drop in temperature in the past few days. Will the sycamore trees not bloom this year? He had made an appointment with Dou Sheng to record a video together.
Dou Sheng raised his head to look at him, curled his lips and said nothing, and continued to listen to the class. After a while, he gently bumped his arm.
"The fourth question." Dou Sheng said softly.
Xie Lan said "oh", came back to his senses and continued trying to keep up.
The intensity of the provincial training camp was about the same as expected. Some of the questions were quite challenging. Although Xie Lan found it difficult to understand, he still gained a lot overall.
The rain didn't stop during lunch break, Dou Sheng went out to get food, and Xie Lan lay on the table and browsed the phone. After a while, he suddenly felt an itch on his head, as if a small stick was poking his hair.
Xie Lan raised his head and saw a mobile phone stretched out in front of him. On the selfie page, there was a palm-sized "umbrella" standing upright on his head.
The umbrella was made of several sycamore leaves, the umbrella skeleton was the leaf stalks, twisted into a strand at the top, and fixed with a toothpick, and the umbrella handle was a whole toothpick. The veins of the sycamore leaves were clear, Dou Sheng held the umbrella handle with two fingers above his head, twisted it gently, and the small umbrella spun lightly, the veins of the leaves like surging waves.
Click. Dou Sheng pressed the camera button and captured Xie Lan's stunned expression.
Xie Lan was stunned for a while, and said in disbelief: "You did it yourself?"
"It's just a little gadget." Dou Sheng smiled nonchalantly and handed him the leaf umbrella: "I made this up when I was in junior high school. I'll give it to you to keep you out of the rain."
Xie Lan gently turned the handle of the toothpick - the sycamore leaves must have been freshly picked. Although the rain water had been wiped off, they were still a little damp to the touch, indeed like an umbrella that had just blocked the rain.
For a moment he didn't know where to put this delicate little gadget, for fear of crushing it.
"Just put it in your pencil case. The leaves of the sycamore tree are tough, especially those that have been rained on. They won't fall apart easily." Dou Sheng smiled. "It doesn't matter if they break. I still have the skills. The leaves are light green in April, and they can turn into dark green in June and July, and even yellow in autumn."
Xie Lan's heart suddenly felt disturbed, with an indescribable feeling.
The rain was still falling outside the window, and he was staring at the rain in a daze.
He almost forgot that this was only his first spring and summer after returning to China, and there were still four long seasons to come.
Dou Sheng chuckled softly, "After we finish folding the autumn umbrellas, it will be the end of the year in two months."
Xie Lan came back to his senses and looked at him, "What are you going to do at the end of the year?"
"To evaluate the top 100 for the new year." Dou Sheng's eyes showed a bright smile, "I must win this year."
"Sure." Xie Lan nodded subconsciously, "By the way, have the questions for the new activity been announced?"
“It’s out.” Dou Sheng then opened Bilibili to show it to him.
— April Call for Papers: #Taste that Hit the Soul#
Xie Lan tasted it and asked, "Food?"
Dou Sheng smiled faintly and nodded, "Yes, but I have to find a way to capture the national characteristics and occupy the commanding heights of cultural connotation."
Xie Lan nodded immediately after hearing this, "You are right, it should reflect the profound Chinese culture."
After lunch break, Teacher Liang lowered the projector.
"Quickly do and review the questions in class," he said. "Read each question for 30 seconds, and then I'll ask someone to come up and explain the solution."
“Thirty seconds?” The elites were horrified. “I can’t even finish looking at all the pictures!”
Teacher Liang smiled mysteriously, "Then hurry up and watch, or you'll be pointed out by me."
Elites: “!”
Xie Lan felt sleepy after dinner, so he tried to sit up and looked at the question on the projector.
The figure is composed of n-gons that are spliced and cut in a very complex way. Prove that the product of the proportions of the three line segments is equal to 1.
The people below were all confused. Che Ming poked Dai You and asked, "Is this connected to the auxiliary line?"
Dai You put on his thin-framed glasses and hummed, "It's definitely possible, but I don't have a way."
Yu Fei also frowned, "This picture is so messy."
Teacher Liang glanced at the people in the audience and said, "Xie Lan, come up and demonstrate."
Guo Ruize said from below, "Teacher, his arm is broken."
Teacher Liang raised an eyebrow, "Which arm is broken?"
Guo Ruize: "Both arms are broken. Look, they are tied up like a mummy."
The classroom started to laugh again. Xie Lan looked at Teacher Liang in silence, and Teacher Liang looked at him indifferently.
After a few seconds of stalemate, Xie Lan sighed and stood up and said, "Then I'll try."
The eyes of the people around him followed him from the back row to the projection screen. Xie Lan took the remote control mouse and raised his right hand that was tied up like a dumpling.
A thick, clumsy shadow appeared on the projector.
The bandage tied to his arm was so tight that it couldn't bleed, seriously affecting his sensitivity. He shivered in the air for a long time, and finally located the little red dot at the point O where he wanted to go. He trembled and finally landed on point B.
Xie Lan took two small steps towards the projection, fearing that he might not be able to connect the video correctly, so he described the process as he connected the video.
"Connect ob and pa to construct two triangles with the same vertices. Then draw a circle with o as the center and od as the radius. The circle passes through bd, which is a trisection point. Assume that this point is x. Finally, connect the triangle dxb."
Xie Lan clumsily drew crooked lines on the picture, making it a mess.
He sighed, "Triangle dxb is the key triangle of this question. Next, according to the menelaus that we have been practicing this morning... uh, menelaus, menelaus..."
There was total silence. Guo Ruize said in a trembling voice, "Menelaos's Theorem!"
"Yes." Xie Lan was relieved. "This is the theorem. It is obviously proven."
The silence in the small classroom was eerie.
Xie Lan put down his phone and slowly placed the remote control mouse back on the desk.
Didn't keep up
I don't know who started it, but suddenly someone clapped twice, and then everyone started clapping. Guo Ruize covered his mouth and said vaguely, "The Fuxue Alliance was defeated."
"How did you come up with the idea of making a circle?"
"It is indeed clearly provable, but the problem is that these auxiliary lines are too rough?"
"I would like to call it a masterpiece of genius!"
"I would like to call it fate playing tricks on us!"
"Why not just take the three-point point? Why do you have to make a circle?"
Che Ziming slammed the table and stood up, "Friends from No. 9 Middle School, the key is not the three-point point, but the intersection of the circle and bd. It doesn't matter at what point the intersection is. What's important is to find this point. This point is the key!!"
Xie Lan stood on the stage with an expressionless face, feeling disgusted by his speech combining Chinese and English.
After a long silence in the classroom, Teacher Liang sighed, "There are ways to make a circle, but they are more complicated than making a circle... This circle is really dazzling... How did you come up with it?"
"Just..." Xie Lan was a little stunned by the question.
Even the auxiliary lines, aren't they just based on intuition
He looked back at the projection blankly, trying to figure out a solution.
"Forget it." Teacher Liang waved his hand and said, "Go back. Mathematical dimension is something that can be either there or not."
Guo Ruize whispered from below: "No cursing allowed."
Teacher Liang said: "Everyone please remember this solution first. I will change to the standard answer in half a minute."
The audience fell silent and began to take notes. Xie Lan quietly walked off the stage and passed by Teacher Liang, who gave him a thumbs-up.
"You old Ma guys really hit the jackpot." He sighed in a low voice.
Finally, the get out of class ended at eight o'clock in the evening, and Xie Lan's legs were numb from sitting so long.
The rain stopped by the side, but the damp air became fresher. Taking a deep breath into the lungs made me feel a lot more comfortable.
On the way home, Xie Lan took out his cell phone and randomly opened Dou Sheng's Weibo.
A pause.
"What did you post?!"
The pony driving the car glanced at them furtively in the rearview mirror.
Dou Sheng smiled and said, "I was so impressed by your heroic performance in solving the problem that I couldn't help but take a short video to let everyone open their eyes."
The video was secretly filmed by Dou Sheng, with the camera just above the table, looking up. In just 30 seconds, Xie Lan had a calm expression, raised his arms like a mummy, and clumsily but calmly connected the auxiliary lines.
In contrast to his indifference, the backs of the heads of the twenty people below were trembling slightly in the silence.
Video title—"A damaged violin that can't solve competition questions is not a good cat"
Xie Lan: “…”
How come he couldn't understand this title
There are already thousands of comments below.
- I've got a new Lanzai to suck, it's really good
-Lanzai, what happened
-Battle damage?!
-Don't panic, read the main text, the beans are cracked, it's a prank.
-Fuck, this auxiliary line connection is so cool!
-The blood of the contestants is boiling!
-Damn it, why doesn’t Douzi post on his own website to help Lanzi gain more followers!
- Can't you tell it was Douzi who took the photo?2333
Xie Lan said speechlessly: "You are so free in class."
"It's just average." Dou Sheng was contentedly scrolling through the comments. "When you instantly came up with this god-level solution, I also instantly came up with a clumsy standard answer solution. I just happened to have time to record it for you."
Xie Lan tried hard not to roll his eyes, "Have you thought about how to shoot the next video?"
Dou Sheng hummed with a smile.
"Do you have an idea?" Xie Lan suddenly became excited. "What format do you plan to use? Eating broadcast? ASMR? Or cooking?"
"What you show is too ordinary." Dou Sheng yawned nonchalantly, leaning his elbow on the car window, "If you want to do it, you have to do it to the best of your ability. It must reflect the noble style of the nation and produce first-class program effects."
Xie Lan was somewhat disappointed when he heard this.
"Having this kind of ambition is half the battle." He said sincerely, patting Dou Sheng's leg, "Top 100, definitely this year!"
Eight o'clock on the weekend night was the peak traffic time, so there was a bit of traffic jam on the road. It was nine o'clock when I got home. As soon as Xie Lan got home, he found a pair of scissors and removed the bandage. His arm was finally freed.
When he turned around, he found that Dou Sheng did not follow him in, but was standing at the door opening a package.
Dou Sheng unpacked a large cardboard box while asking Xiao Ma, "My mom hasn't come back yet?"
Xiao Ma said, "Mr. Zhao has an urgent business to discuss. He will be back on Wednesday. What's the matter?"
Dou Sheng said, "No, she will help me find someone when she comes back."
As he did so, he tore through the tape, opened the box, and picked up the contents.
Xie Lan stood on the stairs and looked back. It was a yellow bag, which should be food, but he didn't know what it was.
Dou Sheng passed by and Xie Lan saw the name.
Three words, I don’t recognize the first one, King X.
Xie Lan was stunned. "What is this?"
"Snail King" Dou Sheng said, "It's just a little snack. You haven't eaten it before."
"oh."
The name was a bit vulgar, and Xie Lan was not interested. "I'm going to take a shower and go to bed. I'm a bit tired."
"Yeah." Dou Sheng went straight into his room without even turning around. Just as he was about to kick his feet back, he paused, hooked the door back with his toes, and reminded him, "Be careful when you take a shower, don't fall down."
"Got it." Xie Lan yawned and went back to the house.
I'm so sleepy. I tossed and turned all night yesterday and sat all day today. I'm exhausted.
The wound on his arm no longer hurt, only a little white swelling remained. He seriously suspected that it was caused by the bandage.
Xie Lan took a shower and fell on the bed. He originally wanted to take another look at the Weibo post in which Dou Sheng secretly filmed him, but he fell asleep before he opened the video.
When people are very tired, they sleep very deeply.
He was in a daze for an unknown amount of time, and he seemed to dream about Dou Sheng again. But this time there were no images in the dream, only sounds, and Dou Sheng seemed to be deliberately suppressing his voice and speaking in a breathy voice.
"He's asleep now... Don't be too tired today, he's sleeping soundly, let's start the challenge."
"Can you see it? I'll put the bowl higher."
"Don't laugh, this is Guangxi's intangible cultural heritage. The theme of our test today is how much the motherland's blood calls on the overseas wanderer, and whether snail noodles can wake him up from his dream."
"Okay, I'm ready to lift the lid."
What a mess.
Xie Lan turned over impatiently, wanting to cut off this dream that had just begun to emerge.
It worked, and the talking really stopped.
He was about to continue sleeping peacefully when his nose suddenly swelled.
What is the taste…
…
What is the taste
Whether it’s sour or not, whether it smells or not, its presence is very strong, like something that has been covered for a long time and some indescribable chemical reaction has occurred...
The smell became stronger and stronger. Xie Lan closed his eyes and pondered for a while, then suddenly realized that something was wrong.
It can't be his arm!
Suddenly, a familiar sigh came from behind me, and a low voice said, "You're not awake yet, poor little thing, you must be exhausted."
Xie Lan suddenly came back to his senses and opened his eyes, only to see a figure sitting on his bed in the darkness, with a small spotlight at a weird angle next to it.
"oh my..."
Before Xie Lan could react, he subconsciously kicked someone who was sitting on his bed with his back to him.
With a loud bang, a bowl of strange "rice noodles" spilled out from the small stool Dou Sheng had placed beside the bed. Dou Sheng fell off the bed, and the bowl of soup dripped onto the floor. He moved to the side with incredible agility to prevent the soup from soaking his pajamas.
Xie Lan's heart was beating like thunder, and he was shocked and asked, "What are you doing?! In the middle of the night!"
Dou Sheng seemed to be stretched somewhere, and he struggled to grab the camera from the ground.
He looked at the camera with a painful expression for two seconds, then suddenly burst into laughter.
He laughed and coughed as he said, "The intangible cultural heritage has successfully awakened the Chinese bloodline. It took 1 minute and 19 seconds. I'm going to turn off my phone now. My ankle hurts. If you still like this video, don't forget to forward it to me, comment on it, and most importantly, click three times in a row. See you next time. Bye~"
“… … … ”
Xie Lan silently lifted the quilt.
One of him and Dou Sheng will die tonight.