Silentwaves' identity was exposed. When he returned to school, the whole class stared at Xie Lan with an extremely malicious smile.
Xie Lan was stared at so hard that he was numb.
He had walked into the classroom chatting and laughing with Dou Sheng, but half a minute later, his expression was completely lost.
While looking for homework, Che Ming suddenly leaned back and said, "Lan, look at me."
Xie Lan looked up without knowing what was going on. The screen in front of him flashed and captured a photo of Che Ziming and him.
Che Ziming smiled and said, "I'm going to send it to my grandma. She also saw your trending search."
Dou Sheng chuckled at the side, "The old lady is quite up to date. Isn't she confused now?"
"It happens occasionally, but it's okay." Che Mingming said, standing up and asking Xie Lan for math homework, "What about yours, Xilandou?"
Xie Lan was writing his name when he pressed the tip of his pen so hard that the ball of the pen fell off and a large drop of ink spread on the paper.
The fist is hard.
Dou Sheng coughed twice with joy, "Right away."
The night of returning to school was not peaceful.
Lao Qin, who was watching Xie Lan's study session, took advantage of Xie Lan's inattention, patrolled behind him, then raised his camera to take a silent selfie with him.
When Xie Lan turned around, he was almost frightened to death by the intimate photo of himself and Lao Qin on the screen.
"… "
This wave of happy meme-playing lasted for about a week.
After finally making it to the weekend, fans were calling for new videos, but Xie Lan only put the word "#" in his profile.
"The end of the semester is approaching, business is on hold, update as you wish."
It is said that fans miss him terribly.
Dou Sheng has been addicted to a card game recently. He drew cards during the weekend live broadcast. During this time, he ensured that Xie Lan did not quit in anger at least seven or eight times, and he managed to deal with the depressed fans.
June brought a blazing sun. The first week's test results came out, and Xie Lan did well. His Chinese score was above 8th, a huge step forward.
One afternoon, when everyone else went to the cafeteria, he and Dou Sheng stayed at their seats without moving.
Xie Lan was reading a piece of classical Chinese when Dou Sheng suddenly said casually, "Hey, there's a webpage voting for String Boys. You're going to catch up with Mr. Jiada."
"Um?"
Xie Lan raised his head, his eyes blank for a while, and suddenly he was shocked, "He caught up?!"
Dou Sheng smiled, "I guess so. Jiada didn't mention this before, but he posted a Weibo last night, so his votes are slightly higher than yours today. You two are biting each other fiercely now."
Xie Lan opened the voting page. At this moment, Jiada still had more votes, but the difference was not big. Both of them had millions of votes, and Jiada had 30,000 more votes than him.
During the last public opinion period, the organizers wanted to reduce the fluctuations in votes caused by public opinion. After careful consideration, they upgraded the selection system, with voting results accounting for 70% of the weight. Finally, a round of interviews was added. I don’t know who they are favoring.
Dou Sheng sighed, "Jia Da is the leader in the industry, with a huge fan base. The voting period is 28 days, and it's almost halfway through, and you can barely catch up."
You may not necessarily have an advantage in an interview. It is unrealistic no matter how you think about it, to see an amateur competing with an expert.
But this opportunity is really good.
Xie Lan continued to write a few more strokes in a low voice, feeling a little disappointed, and said softly: "Forget it, let it go."
Dou Sheng sighed, "Appreciate this one million."
Xie Lan paused, "How much?"
"One million." Dou Sheng raised his eyebrows. "One million is the commission for this arrangement. If the cooperation is pleasant, we may be able to take over the subsequent episode production, which will be more than one million. Don't you know that?"
Xie Lan's face was filled with confusion.
One million is equivalent to him taking three or four commercial submissions. If he inserts a promotional video in every four videos, it would take him half a year of hard work.
Dou Sheng laughed, "Someone's face suddenly showed the words 'I want'."
"Of course I do. At least I don't have to worry during college." Xie Lan was stunned. "Why so many?"
"It's originally a music-themed anime, so the official wanted to use the OP to promote it. The big campaign in the early stages was also to hype up the popularity." Dou Sheng slid his fingertips across the screen, "The interview will be during the summer vacation, so let's see how it goes."
That's all we can do.
"Help me keep an eye on the votes." Xie Lan still had a burning fire in his heart.
Dou Sheng smiled and twirled the pen, tapping the tip of the pen on the paper again and again, saying jokingly, "Don't feel pressured. Even if you're poor after you go to college, you can still share a piece of bread with your boyfriend."
Xie Lan remained expressionless for a second, "No, this is the unyielding spirit of the violinist."
Dou Sheng reached over and pinched his cheek gently, "You're amazing, senior."
Xie Lan frowned and opened his coat. Dou Sheng smiled and closed his coat, then pulled at his wrinkled collar.
The wind blew, and the tips of Xie Lan's ears turned a little red.
Green Zijin, Youyouwoxin.
The young man's pen hurriedly moved across the paper, copying the poem into his notebook.
The college entrance examination was a two-day holiday, and after the exam, the seniors officially left school. The student union had been silent for a long time, and finally there was a wave of club activities.
Xie Lan didn't take it seriously at first, but suddenly received a WeChat message.
-Rong Xinxin: Master, we will set up a stall in the playground at dinner time tomorrow. Would you like to sit for an hour
Xie Lan was confused by the WeChat message for a while and asked politely: Who are you
-Rong Xinxin:
-Rong Xinxin: Your beloved president of the debate club, have you forgotten about me after not organizing any activities for two months
Xie Lan: “…”
A semester is only a few months long.
He was in a daze for a long time after reading the WeChat message, and then dug out from his memory the message Rong Xinxin sent him two months ago.
Recruit all the people first, hold the competition in June, and complete the KPI of club activities this semester.
Xie Lan hesitated for a moment and typed to ask: Is there anything I can do
-Rong Xinxin: Sitting there, being a living signboard.
A living sign, are you serious
It has been spread by word of mouth in the English-Chinese community how ridiculous Xie Lan's Chinese level is. The debate club has used him as a signboard, but what kind of people can they attract
Just as he was speechless, Rong Xinxin sent a message: As long as you can recruit six people and form four debate teams, I will abdicate to you.
Dou Sheng came back from outside and placed the steaming milk tea on Xie Lan's desk. "What do you think?"
Xie Lan stood up and let him in. "What do you mean by entanglement?"
“Chanrang?” Dou Sheng pondered for a while, “Abdication? It’s pronounced the same as the word for a fan. It means that the old emperor is still alive, but he is giving up the throne to the new emperor.”
Xie Lan clenched his hands tightly.
"It's over. She's really going to pass the throne to me." Xie Lan frowned. "The debate club is recruiting new members. We haven't even held any activities yet, and they're asking me to be the president. Why do I feel like this is so wrong?"
Dou Sheng just smiled when he heard this, "There's nothing wrong with that. Yingzhong just can't get clubs off the ground. Every club president was deceived and tricked by the previous one. Once they got on the pirate ship, they couldn't get off, and they kept tricking the next person. Do you know why they passed it on to you and not other members?"
Xie Lan was silent for a moment, then said quietly: "Because other members already know the truth."
Dou Sheng laughed so hard that he trembled, his dark eyes filled with the bright afternoon sunlight. He leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Smart, boyfriend."
Xie Lan's cheeks were a little red from the sunlight by the window, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"Didn't you want to improve your Chinese?" Dou Sheng said with a smile, "After dealing with these smart people, how can you say that you haven't improved?"
Xie Lan: “…”
After recruiting six people, he will quit the company.
No, we need to recruit seven people and a president.
The next day, with only a few minutes left before dinner, Xie Lan asked for leave from Lao Ma and came early.
There were a dozen tables on the playground of Yingzhong, one for each club. It was said that the student union arranged seats according to the size of the club. Xie Lan walked all the way back to the last table in the corner, and finally saw the pitiful table sign of "Yinghua Debate Society" and Rong Xinxin herself sitting behind the table.
Xie Lan was listless, "Are we really that bad?"
Rong Xinxin raised her hand from the test paper and said, "Debate is a spirit, a passion, and it doesn't need to be measured by anything else. Hey, can you help me figure out how to solve this math problem?"
"… "
confuse.
Xie Lan helped her solve a math problem, then sat behind the table and sighed.
The melodious bell for the end of get out of class rang, and within half a minute, a huge team of people swarmed to the side of the teaching building. Boys and girls sprinted a hundred meters - running straight past the stalls on the playground, along the romantic sycamore tree-lined road, and rushed straight to the cafeteria.
Xie Lan sighed.
"Relax, Master." Rong Xinxin continued to concentrate on her math paper. "We have to wait until they finish their meal."
Out of the corner of my eye, a familiar good-looking dog came in and put a bag of McDonald's on the table.
"I'm here to visit the set." Dou Sheng said with a smile, "I'm here to bring you food."
Rong Xinxin raised her head, pulled a stool from the side, kicked it unruly, and said, "Sit down."
Xie Lan whispered to Dou Sheng: "I don't think there will be anyone."
Dou Sheng smiled, "Isn't that just perfect? You old members can fool around until the end of this semester, and then the students will automatically disband you when you enter the senior year. That's good too."
At five o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was still strong enough. Dou Sheng was wearing a T-shirt and pants today. His skin was also white and it was sparkling in the sun.
Her lush black hair and black eyes were set off more distinctly, making it difficult for people to look away.
Xie Lan stared at his profile unconsciously for a long time, then pulled his attention back to focus.
Subconsciously, he glanced at the club leader in front of him.
The film club, hip-hop club, go club… and even the sudoku club, each one of them is ahead of them.
For no reason, it creates a flame of desire to win in people's hearts.
Rong Xinxin suddenly raised her head and said, "I don't think this will cause dissatisfaction. Just wait and see."
She said, glancing at her watch, folding up her math papers and stuffing them into her bag, "Xie Lan, come sit outside!"
Before Xie Lan could react, groups of three or five people started to arrive at the cafeteria entrance.
Rong Xinxin took out a pocket Bluetooth speaker from her schoolbag and took two steps out.
"Good news! Good news! Yinghua Debate Club is recruiting new members!!"
The passionate MLM voice came from the speakers, and Xie Lan shuddered in her heart, and couldn't help but look at her back with the eyes of a mental patient.
"The Yinghua Debate Club is recruiting new members!" Rong Xinxin waved a pair of large speakers, and an unrestrained voice came out from it, "The debate club where Senior Xie Lan is is recruiting new members! Welcome to learn more and join! No matter what your current level of literary literacy and oral skills are, come to the Yinghua Debate Club and grow with Senior Xie Lan!!"
Xie Lan: “???”
Dou Sheng suddenly shouted in amazement: "Wow!"
Xie Lan turned around and looked in the direction he was looking, only to see the students who had just come out of the cafeteria coming over after hearing the sound, rushing straight past the Film Club, the Street Dance Club... and heading towards the deserted and dilapidated Yinghua Debate Club.
Rong happily placed the speaker on the table, turned on the infinite loop mode, and slapped the table, "Don't be stunned, give your speech to everyone!"
The first person had already come to the table. It was a girl. "Senior, could you please give me the application form for joining the company?"
Xie Lan subconsciously handed a form over and glanced behind her. There were both men and women, with slightly more girls. After a while, there were already more than 20 people lined up.
Rong Xinxin is happily organizing the order.
The girl bent down, filled out the form, and slammed it on the table, "I'll wait for good news!"
The next person has come over, "Senior Xie Lan, I also want an application form."
Dou Sheng took out a bunch of ballpoint pens and asked four people to fill out the form at the same time. The table was suddenly crowded.
Xie Lan was so shocked that she turned into an emotionless speaking machine.
Come on, please come in.
He looked at the classmates who were crowded around the table writing messages, then glanced at the long queue, and couldn't help but whispered to the boy next to him: "Did you take the money?"
"Ah?" The boy was stunned. "Didn't you say you're the president of this debate club? I'm here for you."
Xie Lan: “?”
The boy smiled and said, "Hello, senior. I'm Wang Tianran from Class 3 of Grade 1. My hobbies are games and music. I've been following you on B station for a long time and I'm your official fan."
As soon as the voice fell, the girl next to him said: "I am still Xie Lan's captain."
"… "
Xie Lan looked away blankly.
His eyes started to become unfocused.
It took less than a few minutes to set up the stall and distribute all the 100 printed application forms.
Rong Xinxin happily closed the stall, paid for ice cream for the people in the queue behind her out of her own pocket as severance pay, and placed a stack of application forms in front of Xie Lan.
"As for the future president, you have to screen the candidates yourself. After all, they are the people you will lead in the future. If you have any questions, feel free to contact me. We will try to send the text message tomorrow. The first activity will be on Wednesday. I and other old members will also be there."
Xie Lan's skin tingled. "Are you sure these people really love to debate..."
Rong Xinxin was surprised. "Of course not. What nonsense are you talking about? These are all words that truly love you."
"… "
"I can't help it. The academic pressure in high school is huge. If you have to join a club, everyone will choose those who can play with them. I have seen it a long time ago." Rong Xinxin sighed, then cheered up and said, "So I think, instead of not being able to gather enough people every year, it is better to think of other ways to trick people in first. Whether or not we can have a wonderful game is not important. What is important is to let more people understand and know about debate. I think that is very meaningful."
Xie Lan was slightly stunned when he heard this.
That makes sense. In the words of the fans, this wave of ideological awareness is at the atmospheric level.
Dou Sheng beside him suddenly burst into laughter.
Dou Sheng said slowly: "You are really good at fooling people, you are a fool."
Rong Xinxin smoothed her hair and said shyly, "Yes."
Xie Lan: “…”
There were one hundred application forms, which made Xie Lan feel like dying. After returning to the dormitory, he sat at the table and sifted through them all, but he didn't pick a single one.
There’s no need to talk about “personal advantages”, because everyone is at least better than him anyway.
The main point is "reason for joining the company" -
"I hope to be able to catch up with President Xie Lan soon!" Dou Sheng said in a clear voice, and then he said with a sigh, "Are you sure?"
"I want to compete in debate competitions with silentwaves, and be invincible." Dou Sheng said happily: "This brother obviously doesn't know you well enough."
"I joined the debate club not for Xie Lan, but because I really love this debate club. In parentheses, I want to provide one-on-one Chinese tutoring to a senior." Dou Sheng's face suddenly turned cold. He held the application form horizontally, pinched it in the middle and tore it open. In a few seconds, he tore it into pieces and muttered, "Dream on."
Xie Lan looked at him dimly from the side, saying nothing.
Seeing that he had no interest in doing anything, Dou Sheng simply took over the rest of the work.
"I joined the club for the rise of senior Xie Lan in Chinese! Hey, I think this is pretty clear-headed. Um... His past experience is not bad either. He participated in a debate in junior high school."
"I don't know much about debate, but I want to try it before my senior year, and get to see my seniors up close. This is OK, very frank."
"After playing in the competition, I hope to contribute to the British-Chinese Debating Society under the leadership of the spiritual leader of our society. This is not bad, because you can only be a spiritual leader."
Xie Lan looked at him screening people quickly and was speechless.
Dou Sheng suddenly straightened his tone, "If you really don't want to, you can just reject Rong Xinxin. She can fool you, but she won't force you."
"I know." Xie Lan said.
But... whatever Rong Xinxin said today, no matter if it was just a lie or not, he took it to heart.
Xie Lan lowered his eyes and said, "Actually, the debate club doesn't take up too much energy. I can just not participate and only be responsible for selecting topics and reviewing manuscripts."
"That's right." Dou Sheng smiled, "I think it's not bad either. Your Chinese grades are improving a little slowly now. Lao Qin said that rote memorization and test-taking skills can only help you improve by 80 or 90 points. If you want to improve further, it's the cultural gap caused by several years. It's hard to achieve quick success. Even if you don't play in the competition, watching others' comments is also a method."
"It doesn't matter." Xie Lan flipped through the registration form and said sincerely: "I really think that debate is a reflection of the profoundness of Chinese. I have a sense of mission to pass it on."
He paused, then raised his eyes and asked, "Do you have any?"
Dou Sheng looked serious and stared at him.
"I didn't." Dou Sheng said.
Xie Lan: “…”
So sad.
There was a lot of noise outside the corridor. The voices of Wang Gou and Dai You were getting closer and closer as they discussed the competition questions left by Lao Ma Xinliu. In the blink of an eye, they were out the door.
Xie Lan was sorting out some forms listlessly when Dou Sheng suddenly came over and put a form on his desk. "I think this is worth it."
The moment the door handle was pressed, Dou Sheng suddenly bent down, lifted Xie Lan's chin, and kissed him on the lips like a dragonfly touching the water.
After just one second, he stood up and said lazily to the two people who opened the door and came in: "How many people are there in the bathroom?"
"It's OK." Dai You and the others didn't see anything at the moment, "There's not much queuing anyway."
Dou Sheng stretched his wrist and said, "I'm going to wash up now."
Xie Lan sat in his seat without moving, his whole body numb.
Dai You and Wang Gou were just about to discover him and Dou Sheng secretly kissing in the room.
He replied in a daze, and watched the tall and thin figure in tights disappear from the door and disappear into the noisy atmosphere of the corridor.
She was very anxious, but not because of Dou Sheng's dangerous behavior, but because the kiss did not have time to be deepened.
Maybe it's because the weather is too hot, and people will have fearful thoughts for no reason in the heat.
He lowered his eyes to calm himself, then picked up the approved application form and prepared to send a text message.
Um
A tender paulownia petal was pinned to the application form with a paper clip.
Applicant: Dou Sheng.
Class A, Mathematics and Science, Grade 12.
Personal advantage: I have a full understanding of President Xie Lan and I love him very much.
Reason for joining: I hope to accompany President Xie Lan to carry forward the club and work hard to achieve the goal of passing the Chinese language test in the college entrance examination.