Xie Lan didn't know how Dou Sheng screened people.
When I arrived at the training building on Wednesday, Rong Xinxin and several senior staff members were giving lectures to the new employees and taking notes as they went along.
The one who spoke was a girl with a high ponytail.
“… So, being confrontational is not conducive to winning, and must be avoided during a free debate. If you get stuck in a confrontation, you won’t be able to make any conclusions, and the audience will also feel tired. What should you do at this time?”
Rong Xinxin looked up, "Save the country in a roundabout way?"
"Right!" Gao Mawei clapped her hands. "Face the problem, but fight back from the side. You can use some humor, or turn it into an abstract concept and use metaphors to persuade."
Rong Xinxin and others suddenly realized.
Another newcomer added: "Or disrupt the other party's logic and confuse them. In short, don't do what you and the senior just did, arguing for a few sentences about whether a point of view is correct."
Xie Lan paused at the door, turned around and asked quietly, "Is this the person you screened in?"
Dou Sheng smiled, "They both won awards in the school-level debate competition in junior high school. The girl I just spoke was the third debater on the city championship team, and the boy was the fourth debater on the same team as her."
Xie Lan: “…”
What's the use of having me as a tall man!
Rong Xinxin took a deep breath and looked at those young faces eagerly, "You are all so capable, I can rest assured to hand over the position of director to Xie Lan."
Gao Mawei suddenly perked up, "Don't worry, senior sister. We can choose our own debate topics, practice on our own, and arrange our own competitions. We won't let senior Xie Lan worry about anything, and we won't let him feel any pressure at all."
Xie Lan couldn't help but ask: "Then my main task is...?"
The training room was quiet for a while.
Everyone said in unison: "Spiritual leader!"
Rong Xinxin added: "I won't put pressure on you. I will let you hold the title until graduation and Fukuzawa will recruit new students next time."
Xie Lan: “…”
Gao Mawei thought for a moment and said, "You can also provide us with some inspiration. The organization of arguments must be based on observations in life, otherwise it will all be false. Senior has returned from the UK, so his perspective on things must be different from ours. You can come and train us."
"That's good." Dou Sheng smiled, raised his hand and casually placed it on Xie Lan's shoulder, and raised his fingers as if playing the piano. "This semester's debate competition is scheduled for two days after the final exams. You guys come to practice every Wednesday, and Xie Lan and I will come over."
There were a few low gasps from the crowd.
Xie Lan thought Dou Sheng's arrangement was reasonable, and he didn't quite understand what those people meant by breathing in. He glanced at the source of the sound, and several girls hurriedly moved their eyes away from his shoulder.
Then, he suddenly realized something.
Xie Lan's back stiffened. Dou Sheng hadn't reacted yet. He continued to play the piano on his collarbone unconsciously while pondering.
"It seems that our two spiritual leaders can't be too useless. How about this, I will give you some practice topics for the first week."
Rong Xinxin was quite surprised, "When did you become such a spiritual elder?"
"Deputy Spiritual Leader, this is Xie Lanfeng." Dou Sheng smiled with curved eyebrows, "You begged me to come. I have to come."
"… "
Facing a crowd of shocked faces and ambiguous smiles, Xie Lan turned his head away and said irritably, "Shut up, are you annoying?"
As he spoke, he pulled Dou Sheng's hand off his body and frowned coldly.
Dou Sheng sighed lazily and said to the excited people in the room, "Be careful, your Chief Xie Lan is very fierce."
Everyone was excited: "Great!"
Xie Lan: “…”
The topic Dou Sheng assigned to his family for the first week was "Is poverty wealth or suffering?"
After the group left, Xie Lan put away his cold expression and sighed, "What can we add to this topic?"
Dou Sheng said calmly, "I will have a richer understanding of poverty by then."
"Wake up, you poor young master." Xie Lan was speechless, "What insight do you have into poverty?"
Dou Sheng smiled and said, "I said yes, when the time comes."
"Um?"
Dou Sheng smiled and said, "Just focus on preparing for the competition and the final exam, and just show up occasionally in my videos."
Xie Lan was even more confused.
The voting for "The Young Master on the Strings" was still going on. After finishing his competition assignment in the dormitory at night, Xie Lan casually checked the status.
The top one was posted by Aze a few minutes ago.
Walling Aze: Is there anyone who hasn't voted yet? I'm really heartbroken. Xie Lan was suppressed by nearly 10,000 votes again, and my vote count actually increased by 20,000. What are these 20,000 people thinking? Vote for Xie Lan, how many times do I have to tell you?
The comment section was filled with curses.
-Don't you have an independent personality
-Aze has been possessed by another body for too long, and can no longer be kept.
-I have abandoned you long ago. It is so exciting to watch those two gods fighting every day!
- I voted, it's him, it's him, you.
Xie Lan was speechless, and No. 1 commented: It’s not necessary.
Two minutes later, when the page was refreshed, Aze replied: My idol has replied to me!
Xie Lan: …
Being too hot will make people feel tired.
He could only quickly scan it, clicked on the voting page, and glanced down, only to find that the organizer had added additional terms.
* Popularity After a professional interview, those who obtain the qualification of the main creator and perform well in the cooperation will have the opportunity to join the OST arrangement team of Zhima Films and obtain a special invitation seat
Dou Sheng passed by with a basin of water in his hand. "I asked someone. The additional clauses are very valuable."
Xie Lan hummed, then scrolled down the page to see that Jiada was ahead of him by 10,000 votes.
"You can canvass for votes." Dou Sheng added, "Jia Da has been urging us to vote every day recently, and the effect is really good."
I can canvass for votes, but I don't know how to start.
Xie Lan tried to edit a few words in the dynamic column - "Can you help me vote? Link:..."
A bit weird, deleted it.
“Please help me vote, thank you. Link:…”
That's not quite right.
He hesitated for a while and cleared the editing column.
For some reason, he always felt humbled by asking for food. After pondering for a while, he pulled out his tablet, quickly made a few pages of PPT, recorded the presentation, added a violin recording he had made before, exported it, and posted it on social media.
Xie Lan_em: I have compiled some math competition information for you, hoping to get a vote from you.
Click to play, and you will see a serious cat head hanging at the top of each page, with a voting link next to the cat head.
Below is the syllabus for the high school mathematics competition, including the drawer principle, the law of inclusion and exclusion, mathematical induction... one item per page, and under each test point there is a casually taken picture of an old Ma example question.
The comments soon came pouring in.
-It seems like you updated the video, but it also seems like you didn't
-ok, let's pretend I'm also learning competition
-Long time no see, Lanzi!!
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- Drawer principle: if you put countless objects into n drawers, then at least one of them will have countless objects. Similarly: if you distribute countless Xie Lans to n enthusiastic audiences, then at least one audience member will get countless Xie Lans.
Xie Lan was just about to flip a few signs when he suddenly heard a bang from the direction of the bathroom outside the corridor.
Dai You pushed open the door and a noisy sound came in. Dou Sheng's voice was mixed in, but it was very clear.
"It's just a small matter, go back to your rooms."
Xie Lan got up and went out in a hurry, only to see Dou Sheng accompanying Wang Gou back from the bathroom. Wang Gou was holding a pair of wet shoes in one hand and a pair of glasses in the other, the legs of which seemed to be loose.
Dai You was shocked and asked, "Did they fight with someone?"
"No." Dou Sheng walked into the room and flexed his wrist. "He was brushing his shoes, and when he raised his hand, the brush hit his glasses, causing the frame to open. He was looking for the screws that fell off, and the person waiting for a table behind him got angry, so the two of them had a quarrel."
Dai You asked, "With whom?"
"Xu Tianyang got A in all subjects." Dou Sheng pulled out a stool and sat down, looking for some snacks while casually saying, "It's almost the end of the semester, everyone is anxious, and Tianyang speaks a little aggressively."
Xu Tianyang was separated from the original Class 4. Dai You breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this name. He pressed Wang Gou on the shoulder and said, "Don't take it to heart."
Wang Gou sighed, "I didn't take it to heart. It was indeed wrong for me to take up that position."
As he spoke, he carefully placed the mirror on the table, crumpled up a few pieces of unused cleaning paper, wiped the water off the shoes, then took out a tube of glue and began to apply it to the soles.
The soles of that pair of shoes have fallen off, and the dust in the middle has been cleaned and can be glued directly.
The whole process of gluing the shoes took no more than two seconds. After gluing the shoes, Wang Gou stood up again and took out a small floral bag from behind the bookshelf. When he opened it, he found another pair of glasses with the lenses and frames broken. He carefully pried the screws on the frame of that pair of glasses with a small knife, trying to remove the small screws for the pair of glasses at hand.
Dai You was stunned. "Go to the mirror shop outside the school to fix it. It's usually free to install a small part."
"I know." Wang Gou leaned in and turned the tiny screw attentively, speaking softly, "It's very likely that they won't charge you, but they may charge five dollars. That's five dollars."
Dai You: "...Are your screws of the same model?"
Wang Gou reached the critical stage, held his breath for a while, and said, "It's a little small, I'll use glue to continue later."
An ordinary, money-saving little paradise.
After a while, Dou Sheng suddenly asked, "How much is your monthly living expenses?"
"Excluding meals, it's at least five or six yuan, and talking about books costs over a hundred yuan, not to mention buying books. The school subsidizes my meal card for 300 yuan, so I can save on food and cash out the balance with my classmates at the end of the month, which basically covers other expenses, so I don't have to pay for it myself." Wang Gou answered casually.
When these words fell, the three people in the room were shocked.
Dai You gave a thumbs up, "In the 21st century, people's character of hard work and simplicity is no less than that of 1998."
Xie Lan subconsciously asked, "What's the meaning of 1998?"
"In that era, the normal salary was only 100 to 200 yuan a month."
"oh."
Dou Sheng's eyes lit up, "Then how much do you think I can earn a month if I live like you?"
Xie Lan was confused and asked, "What are you doing?"
Wang Gou thought for a moment and said, "In the short term, without considering the expenses of making videos, our basic expenses are about the same. But your food is a bit too good, so it's not necessary."
He stood beside Dou Sheng's open cabinet door and glanced at him. "Look at you. Apart from three meals a day, you have a box of puffs, chew beef shreds when doing homework, and drink cocoa milk as water. How much money does this cost? And even with this, you have to run out to buy milk tea every afternoon..."
Xie Lan couldn't help but say, "Milk tea is mine."
"Oh." Wang Gou casually pressed the back of Xie Lan's chair, "That means I have to treat you every afternoon."
Xie Lan: “…”
Buying milk tea for my boyfriend doesn't seem to be considered a treat, it feels weird.
Dou Sheng said, "I don't have to give up all these. Do you think I can survive with only 150 yuan?"
Dai You spat out half of his coffee, which spilled all over the place.
"Are you crazy?" He wiped his chin with a tissue. "The dog costs three hundred, and you want one hundred and fifty. How crazy are you?"
Dou Sheng thought to himself and waved his hand, "It's okay, I'm just asking casually."
Dai You continued to study in silence. Xie Lan packed up the test papers he would take tomorrow, but Wang Gou did not leave.
Xie Lan pricked up his ears slightly, secretly listening to Dou Sheng whispering with him.
Wang Gou whispered, "Brother, I actually think it's possible. I've been a bit rude with my money since I came to the city. If I really want to save money, one hundred and fifty is about right."
Xie Lan looked at Dou Sheng expressionlessly.
Dou Sheng humbly asked, "Are there any tricks?"
"There are two main points. One is to resist consumption premiums. For example, if you drink wine, a cup of Imperial Court Jade Wine costs 180 yuan and is delicious, but if you switch to the unlicensed Erguotou sold at the school gate, you can still get drunk. The second is to obtain daily resources. Of course, you don't have to steal or rob them. For example, the cafeteria provides free porridge and tea bags, and the school group prints wrong and discards test papers. You have to be good at observing."
Dou Sheng showed a sudden realization that he had never had in class before, "I understand."
"My words are better than working hard." Wang Gou smiled and patted him.
After everyone left, Xie Lan asked numbly, "What are you going to do?"
It is impossible for Dou Sheng to save money, as he is used to the lifestyle of a young master. Since Xie Lan met him, she has always felt that he is wasteful. He buys things and throws them away if they don't taste good. He is too lazy to return clothes if they don't fit after trying them on. He would rather take a taxi than walk. He buys whatever he likes. The storage room at home is full of all kinds of gadgets he bought. He said he wanted to record a video, but he could never finish it.
Dou Sheng lowered his voice: "Making trouble."
Xie Lan: “…”
How could someone say these three words so righteously, as if saying "study hard and serve the motherland", low-key yet with a hint of pride.
In the next few days, when Xie Lan was about to vomit while doing the math problems that Lao Ma gave him, he turned around and saw Dou Sheng working hard on his plan book.
Xie Lan was really curious, and when school was over on Friday, he asked casually, "Is there a script for the new video?"
"Okay." Dou Sheng stuffed the notebook into his bag. "We'll be acting together. You don't have a script. Just react normally."
Xie Lan asked, "How many days will it take to shoot?"
"It's almost a month before the final exam."
"..." Xie Lan looked at him with a look of horror, "What's the theme of the video?"
"The subliminal theme is that poverty reduces happiness to a certain extent."
Xie Lan paused for a moment and asked, "Then is there any other theme that cannot be sublimated?"
"Yes." Dou Sheng smiled and whispered in his ear, "Also known as, relying on a boyfriend's reward, can a poor young master be happy?"
"..." Xie Lan was expressionless for a second, "Forget me and find a new boyfriend."
At the provincial training on Saturday, Lao Ma posted the arrangements for the high school mathematics competition in H Province this year.
At the end of the month, there will be the preliminary round of the H Province Mathematics Competition, followed by the final exams of each school. Two weeks after the exams, the provincial training will continue, with students from other cities joining in. A total of 120 top students from the four cities will be led by the provincial mathematics competition coach and receive three weeks of training.
The official league will be held in early September, divided into the first and second trials.
"Whether you can get the qualification for direct admission or extra points will be basically determined by the league. The first prize winners will take the direct admission qualification test. The first prize winners with the best performance can also be selected for the provincial team and participate in the winter camp to compete in the national competition. This is a rare opportunity, so don't be too stressed."
Lao Ma quickly explained the arrangements and continued to lecture on the topic.
The atmosphere in the last two provincial training sessions was somewhat depressing, the difficulty was getting more and more outrageous, and the problem-solving ideas were incredibly abstract. Sometimes, after Lao Ma patiently explained it once, at least half of the elites below would just stare at him blankly.
Xie Lan also began to feel a little fed up. He vaguely felt that although Lao Ma said that everyone should not force it, he was actually trying to push everyone to the highest goal. In the past, he would start to feel tired after six or seven in the evening during provincial training. Today, just at lunch time, his brain was already unable to work.
"I will not be attending classes next week. I will use this week to heal the brain damage I suffered today." Dou Sheng announced confidently, lying on the table and poking at the mobile game he had been addicted to recently.
Xie Lan glanced to the side and just caught a glimpse of him paying by facial recognition.
Ding Dong. 328 yuan.
Dou Sheng exited the payment page, checked the next gift package, and continued to scan his face.
Ding Dong. 648 yuan.
Xie Lan was numb.
It is sheer nonsense to experience material poverty.
When school was over in the evening, Lao Ma handed out two new sets of papers.
Amidst the wailing, Xie Lan silently took the test paper and walked out.
"Xie Lan." Old Ma called him from behind and whispered, "You need to focus on the recursion and characteristic equation questions in the test paper. These two are your weakest areas."
"What mint?" Xie Lan was confused. "Teacher, please speak up. My brain is tired."
"Weak, weak, weak." Old Ma was amused, took out a piece of chocolate and gave it to him, whispering: "The number of direct admissions to the provincial mathematics competition is gradually shrinking, you must be mentally prepared for only one spot. There is a very strong student in D City, you have to hold on."
"Oh." Xie Lan nodded, "Okay."
Dou Sheng couldn't help but tutted his mouth, "Why don't you give me this special treatment? Are you looking down on the second place?"
Old Ma frowned and said, "Don't act like that. You know how much effort you put into the competition. Xie Lan is more solid than you and is willing to do more exercises than you."
Dou Sheng lazily curled his lips when he heard this, "That's right, I have such high scores in all subjects. If I really get recommended, there will be many science champions in Yingzhong. For the sake of the school, I can't study too seriously."
Xie Lan swung his knife diagonally.
Dou Sheng immediately restrained himself, "I was joking."
Xie Lan showed no expression as he walked out of the laboratory building and gave someone a crutch.
"It's so annoying." He frowned.
Dou Sheng looked around to see that there was no one around, so he took Xie Lan's schoolbag and hung one on each shoulder.
"Don't feel pressured." He said with a smile, "We'll see who's better in the preliminaries. What's more, we talked about the elites of D City. We've fought against each other in the quality inspection of the first-grade province. You can go to hell with him."
Xie Lan immediately asked, "What's the result?"
"I'm slightly ahead by two points." Dou Sheng smiled faintly.
After returning home and having a midnight snack, Xie Lan continued to practice questions.
In recent days, Lao Qin, Hu Xiujie, and Lao Ma have all talked to him openly and secretly. His total score has basically reached a bottleneck. Whether he can get full marks in physics and chemistry depends on whether he encounters any difficult questions. The quantitative change in Chinese has reached its limit, and the qualitative change is far away. Although there is still a day before the college entrance examination, no one can afford to take the risk.
All his grade teachers had the same opinion that he must qualify for the math competition, and he thought so too.
This is the closest way for him to get to his mother and the purple notice.
You have to win, and win beautifully.
After returning home, Xie Lan quickly ate a midnight snack and continued to practice questions.
The phone was placed aside and live streaming. He hadn't posted any videos recently, and his fans were crying out in anticipation, so he went to the study room instead.
Ermao is a silent study room. Students are not allowed to chat. Only their hands and desk are exposed. There is a small timer on the corner of the desk. The background music is the sound of rain in the forest. Every four minutes, a violin piece is inserted as a break between classes. Students can bring in some snacks to eat.
Xie Lan hardly looked at the comments and just quietly did the math problems.
There were tens of thousands of students in the audience, quietly preparing for the exam with him.
Finally it was Sunday afternoon, Xie Lan said goodbye, turned off the live broadcast, and planned to take a break.
He went out to ask Dou Sheng what he wanted to eat in the evening when he suddenly heard music coming from the half-open door next door.
"Little cabbage~ yellow inside~ lost its mother when it was only three or two years old."
The music paused, and Dou Sheng muttered, "Ms. Zhao Yiying strangled me to death."
Then, the singing stopped.
"My shoes are torn! My hat is torn! My robes are torn!"
"This is fine." Dou Sheng said with a sigh, "This is it."
Xie Lan was shocked and pushed the door open, asking, "What?"
The audio track was being displayed on the computer. Dou Sheng had just dragged the song "可可" into it, then saved the file and shut down the computer.
Xie Lan was attracted by his dress.
A pair of casual pants, if I remember correctly, I bought them during the character setting video period. The pants are not long enough, just above the ankles, the fabric is soft and obviously poor, and wrinkles appear after sitting for a while.
At that time, Dou Sheng's principle for buying clothes was "poor and decadent", but this pair of pants only accounted for the category of "poor" and not "decadent". It was said that they only cost 9.9 yuan with free shipping, so he was rejected and thrown away.
The shirt seemed to be of a good quality brand, but judging by the degree of deformation in its cut, Dou Sheng had at least been in half a fight wearing it.
But Dou Sheng still looks good in this tattered clothes.
The old and loose clothes highlight the youthful and distinct outline. From hair to skin, the feeling of being clean and free from dust is engraved in the bones.
Xie Lan was confused for a while, "What do you mean?"
"Poverty challenge, starting today, monthly living expenses of 150 yuan, until the final exam." Dou Sheng smiled faintly, "Boyfriend, don't feel sorry for me too quickly."
"… "
Xie Lan was numb, "Can I kill you right now?"
Dou Sheng smiled confidently, "I've thought about it carefully. If I dress normally and only save on living expenses, I don't really experience material poverty."
Xie Lan was silent for a moment. "I just want to ask, do I still have milk tea every afternoon?"
"Yes." Dou Sheng laughed, "I reserved some money from my living expenses for my boyfriend to have some milk tea."
Are you serious
One hundred and fifty a month.
"No need." Xie Lan squeezed out a few words with difficulty, "I don't want to be poisoned before the exam."
“The update has been published, and there is no regret for this move.” Dou Sheng tied the familiar GoPro to his arm, bent down to pick up the tattered schoolbag on the ground, and hung it on the wall.
"I'll go first, see you at school."
"Ah?" Xie Lan subconsciously looked at the watch, "Uncle Xiao Ma will come to pick you up in two hours. Where are you going?"
Dou Sheng looked innocent, "Who is Xiao Ma? Do I know him?"
Xie Lan: "Ask again?"
Dou Sheng smiled and said, "Stop joking. I want to save two dollars for the bus ticket and walk to school."
Let’s go for a walk
Xie Lan was shocked to an unprecedented degree by his back.
"Across the river?" he couldn't help asking.
Dou Sheng waved his hand at the stairs, "There is a bridge."