Being Played by a Top Student with 1-Mil Subs Every Day

Chapter 73: Debate Competition

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Xie Lan was afraid that Lao Ma's surging love would devour her, so after hesitating for a while, she turned around and left silently.

As soon as I came out of the building, Lao Ma called.

"Don't you want to come and look at the wrong questions?"

Xie Lan exclaimed, "After checking with Dou Sheng, I now know what went wrong."

And I don't want to delay doing an entire afternoon of reading comprehension.

Lao Ma sighed, "Don't get angry, this calculation and recursion are very difficult. You are the only one in the whole province who didn't make any mistakes. The others are defeated by you."

Dou Sheng said lazily beside him: "The call was leaked, and the defeated general was listening on the side."

Old Ma paused, "Don't make things worse. Oh, Douzi did really well on the test this time, so he deserves a compliment. As for the second math question that you didn't answer, I have sorted out the relevant questions and sent them to you."

Dou Sheng said lazily: "Thank you very much."

Xie Lan spoke to Lao Ma for a few words before hanging up the phone.

Dou Sheng yawned and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Tell me politely that you have started practicing reading comprehension." Xie Lan's face fell and he sighed, "Why can't you make the questions properly?"

On a hot summer afternoon, even in an air-conditioned room, people are still in a trance. Xie Lan went home to continue reading debate materials. The table was full of dictionaries and the iced coffee had melted into a puddle. He could only curl up his arms and lie on the table to sleep.

He had a very long dream.

In the dream, when he was a child, Xiao Langjing held his hand and walked up the stairs outside Wangjiang Lane. He was wearing a straw hat and climbed up step by step.

Xie Lan was taken abroad when he was 18 years old and had no memory of this. He was puzzled for a long time until the little boy came back to his senses and then he vaguely realized that it might not be him.

The little boy lifted the brim of his hat, his chubby face vaguely showing the indifferent look he would have when he grew up. He turned his eyes slightly and yawned.

The woman also turned around and took off his straw hat for him, and the two continued to walk up.

It turns out that it wasn't Xiao Langjing, but Zhao Wenying.

"Didn't you say he was studying?"

"Hmm... I was just now."

"What time was it just now?"

"About four hours ago. Hey, mom, why do you care about other people's affairs?"

"I can't wake him up. What should I do at night when he is sleeping so deeply?"

“… maybe.”

The fingers on the book flexed, and Xie Lan struggled to wake up, only to find that his whole body was numb.

The dazzling sunlight outside the window had softened. He poked the screen of his phone, 17:12.

"Lanlan." Zhao Wenying came over and put down a plate of cantaloupe. "Don't drink coffee too late. Eat some cool fruit to wake up."

Xie Lan was absent-minded for a long time before she responded and asked in surprise, "Aunt Zhao is back?"

"Well, I finally get to go home and rest." Zhao Wenying smiled, "Come and see, I bought you a lot of gifts."

Zhao Wenying must have just returned home not long ago. She hadn't put on lipstick yet, but she smelled of perfume.

She brought in the bags, and Dou Sheng followed in, sitting on Xie Lan's bed and leaning back, "Come, let me see what gift Ms. Zhao bought for her own son, little Xie Lan."

Zhao Wenying frowned and pulled him, "Get up! Don't sit on someone else's bed."

Xie Lan quickly said: "It's okay, I don't care about these things."

More than just sitting on the bed.

Thinking of their lawlessness when Zhao Wenying was not at home, Xie Lan felt guilty.

Zhao Wenying always brought gifts when she went on business trips. Xie Lan refused at first, but later she got used to it.

Since Xie Jingming stopped providing him with living expenses, he transferred money to Zhao Wenying every month, including food, rent, and rides. Zhao Wenying never refused and accepted any money she gave him, but she would always buy him a bunch of gifts soon.

"T-shirts and sweatpants, you two will wear them during the school training in a while. And Douzi said you wanted to buy formal clothes? I bought a shirt, trousers and leather shoes, but I didn't buy a suit jacket. Children don't need to wear a full set." Zhao Wenying took out the items one by one, and suddenly turned to look at Dou Sheng, suddenly cold: "You have some too, the styles are similar, don't accuse me of favoritism."

Dou Sheng grabbed the clothes and said, "They are almost the same. We are now a couple on B station."

He spoke in a relaxed manner, flipping through the tag as he spoke, without even looking at Zhao Wenying.

Xie Lan's heart tensed.

Zhao Wenying laughed and scolded, "Just go ahead and talk nonsense in the video again, and see if Lanlan will get annoyed with you!"

"He really likes me." Dou Sheng smiled and raised an eyebrow at Xie Lan, "Isn't he?"

"Yeah." Xie Lan lowered his eyes, "I like it."

His heart was in his throat when he responded to this, but as soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Wenying rubbed his butt vigorously.

"So good!" Zhao Wenying said angrily: "How could Lang Jing be so fertile! How could I give birth to such a bastard?!"

Dou Sheng yawned and said lazily, "It's easy. Xie Lan will be your son in the future."

Zhao Wenying clapped her hands, "That's great, I couldn't ask for more. My goodness, I did say in high school that I would be your godmother in the future."

Xie Lan could only look elsewhere and nod softly.

This business trip was long and there were many gifts. Zhao Wenying also gave him a new pair of headphones, which had excellent sound quality, good noise reduction, and a nice appearance. Xie Lan was very familiar with this brand. The headphones cost tens of thousands of yuan, so he immediately refused, but Zhao Wenying accepted it.

After Zhao Wenying happily walked out with a pile of packaging boxes, Dou Sheng sighed, "This is unfair treatment. I asked my mom before, but she told me to go to hell."

A small neck brace was placed around his neck, with two headphone cords hanging in front of him. Xie Lan grabbed one of them, looking a little dazed.

He had this headset before, from the same series, about four generations older than this one, bought for him by Xiao Langjing when he was still alive. He was in a hurry on this trip, so he left it at home in London.

Zhao Wenying seemed to have some kind of magic. Although she was so different from his mother, she always made him think of her again and again, and he felt closer to her.

Dou Sheng stood up and pushed the door shut, then asked in a low voice, "What do you think of my mother's attitude?"

Xie Lan hesitated, "It's hard to say."

It was obvious that she had seen the video on Bilibili, but she joked about it openly, which just showed that she didn't think about it in that way at all.

Dou Sheng hummed, "Don't worry, let's test it little by little, and boil the frog in warm water."

Xie Lan nodded.

He paused for a moment, frowned and said, "How can you say Aunt Zhao is a frog?"

"For example, you're getting anxious." Dou Sheng said with a sigh, "My position in this family is becoming increasingly awkward."

After dinner, n unread messages suddenly appeared in the class group, and the final grades were released.

Xie Lan's ranking in the class remained the same, still at the bottom, but this year he managed to make it into the top 100. Hu Xiujie directly praised him in the group of teachers in all subjects.

The total score is 648. This final exam went well, only 22 points were deducted in science, 12 points were deducted in English, and 1 point was deducted in mathematics for some reason, which was not a big problem.

The only point where I lost points was in Chinese, which was 83 this time, and there was almost no way I could go any higher.

Hu Xiujie also released the data of last year's college entrance examination. Xie Lan's score was 110 points higher than last year's first-tier line for science subjects, so he had a lot of room for choice, but the purple admission letter was far from enough.

Classmates and teachers of various subjects sent congratulations, and Lao Qin also sent a message: Xie Lan’s future lies in Chinese, let’s work hard!

Lao Ma replied: Don't worry, there is Mathematics Competition to protect you. I will teach Chinese together.

Lao Qin: Fist.jpg

Xie Lan replied with a huge thank you.

Zhao Wenying was at home, so he and Dou Sheng couldn't do anything but use emojis to attack each other through a wall. Xie Lan was so bored that he scrolled through thousands of posts in the group chat before finally making it to bedtime.

Lying on the bed, he couldn't help but click on the report card and take a look.

He was quite satisfied with this score. Old Ma told him to relax and give priority to the league recommendation. If he couldn't make it, he could try the independent enrollment next year. Every year, one or two students from Yingzhong were given the policy of being lowered to the key level.

Zhao Wenying also sent a big red envelope to congratulate him, and insisted that he accept it.

It seemed as if everyone was eagerly looking forward to it, not putting any pressure on him, but just encouraging him desperately.

Xie Lan hesitated for a while, then took a screenshot of the transcript and sent it to Xie Jingming along with the points about the score lines mentioned by Hu Xiujie.

I haven't logged into messenger for a long time. There are messages from Xie Jingming in the past period of time. After the last quarrel, he almost stopped pretending to be enthusiastic and only used normal words to fulfill his father's duties.

Xie Lan's fingertips quickly passed through those expressions of concern.

The last one was a week ago, a date that was engraved in Xie Lan's mind: the deadline for reporting to the British Mathematical Competition National Team.

He once thought that the days were very important, but now he can hardly remember what he did. Maybe he just worried about his boyfriend starving himself to death every day.

Xie Jingming did not mention anything about the competition, but just calmly sent a message saying, "Elizabeth and I have decided to be together. I don't ask for your forgiveness, but I hope you can respect that. Also, I mentioned the 2+2 program at British universities before, but you didn't want to. I checked and found that domestic universities also have such programs, both 2+2 and 3+1. Dad hopes you will consider it. It's understandable that a father wants to live with his son."

Xie Lan read it several times, feeling unspeakable in his heart. After a long while, he replied, "I will probably go to the same university with Dou Sheng. If he also wants to go on exchange, I will look at this kind of program. But it's just an exchange. I also want to settle down in China in the future."

He also sent screenshots of his transcript and score line.

-I can get into my mother's school, so don't worry. I can support myself now, which is more than enough.

-Oh, no, that's more than enough.

I waited for a few minutes, but there was no response.

Xie Lan put down her phone, turned over but suddenly couldn't fall asleep, so she opened Xie Jingming's Instagram again.

Lots of new photos I haven't seen before.

Xie Jingming and Elizabeth had a barbecue together, accompanied her to take the dog for a physical examination, and drank coffee together near the London Art Gallery. After returning home, Elizabeth baked scones, and they were the kind with pistachios that Xie Lan liked. I guess Xie Jingming asked for it out of habit.

They seem to be living together in an apartment in the city center. Xie Jingming went back to the old house to dust a week ago and casually took a photo of Xie Lan's childhood album that he happened to flip through, the one that included various violin competitions, and the one in which she appeared, which was a family photo when she received the award.

Xie Lan suddenly felt a little sad.

He opened the messenger.

-Forget it. I will study in the future, so there is no need for me to go abroad for exchanges. You can contact me when you come to China.

The message is sent and lies quietly in the dialog box.

Xie Lan felt very calm inside, but he couldn't fall asleep at all.

When he first returned to China, he actually didn't expect that "a lifetime" was so far away. When he took that step, he thought he was only moving away from his old life, but he didn't know that a crack was growing silently behind him, pushing him to completely break away from the past.

Xie Jingming owed Xiao Langjing, but he was very competent to his son.

He may not be qualified to blame too much, but he could not hide his disappointment. The more he thought about it, the heavier the disappointment became, so heavy that it wrapped him up tightly and made him unable to struggle.

Xie Lan put on the headphones Zhao Wenying gave her and watched Dou Sheng's old videos all night. When she fell asleep in the early morning, she could still hear Dou Sheng's voice in her headphones.

**

It was not until the next morning, when I sat behind the debate table, that the melancholy of last night had faded away, but my mind was still buzzing with the nonsense.

Xie Lan didn't come to the preliminary round, so she didn't know there would be so many people watching the competition. Judges, student associations, other clubs, spectators... There were hundreds of people, and half of the largest lecture hall in Yingzhong was occupied.

Representatives from both sides were communicating the process with the host, and Dou Sheng came over from the opposing side.

Dou Sheng was dressed very formally, his strict and cold attire complemented his nonchalant personality. The shoulders of his white shirt were straight, and the hem was tucked into his blue-black trousers, which fell neatly, highlighting his straight and slender legs, and perfectly outlining the boy's broad shoulders and thin waist.

The surface of his leather shoes was spotless. When he returned to sit next to Xie Lan, his trouser legs were lifted up half an inch, and his ankles protruded under the dark men's stockings.

Although he looked young in every gesture, there was a subtle tension flowing underneath.

The phone started vibrating wildly at this moment.

Che Ziming posted a photo he had just taken in the class group. Dou Sheng stood up and stood next to Xie Lan, one hand in his trouser pocket, his formal suit set off his expression, which was even cooler than usual. Xie Lan was as reserved as usual. They were dressed similarly, one sitting and the other standing, both looking down at the debate materials.

-Cherry: I would like to call them twin brothers

- Dong Shuijing: ... Thank you

-Liu Yixuan: Twin brothers? Is this what you think

-Herring: Damn, where is this lecture hall

-Cherry: It’s in the auditorium. Hurry up, the event has begun.

-Mao Lengxue: Ky, you two should be together, really

-Dai You: I agree, I wish you all the best

-Wang Gou: I agree, I wish you a happy marriage.

-vincent: Let me add a comment, this photo has been circulated in the group of more than 20 liberal arts and science classes...

- Dong Shuijing: Oh my god, it’s scary! My friend circle and space are all blocked now. There is a spy in this group!

-Cherry: Who! Who stole my picture

Xie Lan nudged Dou Sheng with his elbow and calmly handed over the phone.

Dou Sheng glanced down and said, "It's a pretty good shot. Can you photoshop these people out? I want to make it into a computer wallpaper."

Xie Lan was stunned: "?"

The competition began in a daze.

"Good morning, teachers and classmates! Today is the final of the Yinghua Middle School Debate Club. Thank you all for coming. The topic of this debate is: A person's life should be about leaving home and returning home. The affirmative side is leaving home, and the negative side is returning home. Now let me introduce the debaters of both sides. First, let's introduce the first debater of the affirmative side."

The debater on the opposite side stood up and bowed.

They went in order one by one, and soon it was their turn.

"The second speaker of the opposing side is Xie Lan."

As soon as the word "Lan" came out, warm applause came from the audience, and Xie Lan stood up and bowed.

"The opposing side's speaker is Dou Sheng."

Dou Sheng stood up, ordered a meal casually, and sat down.

"The fourth debater of the opposing team is Lin Bei."

The applause was a little quiet, but Lin Bei still smiled confidently at the audience.

The debate officially begins. The first stage is the standing.

Let's start with the affirmative side. The first debater on the opposite side stood up and said: "From our point of view, a person's life should be full of ambition to leave home. As the saying goes, a good man's ambition is to go far away..."

Xie Lan was the second debater, and when both sides finished their arguments, he immediately stood up to refute the other side's arguments. The team had already blindly bet on the other side's points and sorted out the response strategies one by one. All they had to do was listen to the other side's expressions and then select some of the prepared ones to fight back.

Xie Lan was extremely tense and listened attentively as if he was doing a test.

The other debater was Lu Zhenqi, who spoke very fast. Xie Lan was tense until the end and roughly grasped four points. The first three were vision, material and ambition, which Lin Bei guessed correctly, but the fourth point was missed. It was sandwiched in a bunch of parallel sentences and I couldn't hear it clearly. I only caught a few key words, but fortunately I digested and understood them quickly.

When the other side finished their first debate, the opposing side's first debater stood up.

While his fellow debater was speaking, Xie Lan quickly went over his speech in his mind.

The two minutes passed quickly. The host said, "Now we will enter the rebuttal phase. Please refute the other side's point of view. The time limit is two minutes."

More than a hundred pairs of eyes on the stage looked at Xie Lan. Dou Sheng's fingers gently touched the side of his leg, signaling him to relax.

Before the show started, Dou Sheng reminded me to speak slowly and there was no rush, just to express my views, and he would take care of everything.

Xie Lan thought for a while, slowed down his speech, and said calmly: "In my opinion, the other party's four viewpoints are not valid. Vision, material, and ambition are not directly related to leaving home. This is a basic cognitive error. When talking about the topic of returning home or leaving home, perhaps the other debater mistakenly interpreted leaving home as a vast world and returning home as being content... content in a corner."

In his peripheral vision, Dou Sheng kept tapping the tabletop steadily with his index finger, as if to reassure him. Even when he got stuck for a moment while reciting a difficult idiom, the rhythm of his finger did not change.

Xie Lan took a deep breath and relaxed, then continued, "We believe that returning home to accompany family members and cherishing a familiar environment does not conflict with the above points. As for finding family members, we believe that not all families face this task, and we have completed our refutation."

He finished speaking in one go and sat down. Suddenly, he felt an eerie silence in the classroom.

Dou Sheng's index finger remained raised and frozen in the air. Two seconds after he sat down, he hesitantly placed it on the table.

The opposing debaters were all confused. The second debater was stunned for a long time before he stood up and refuted their position according to the procedure.

Everyone in the room began to whisper. Xie Lan felt a big "Danger" on his forehead and subconsciously glanced at Dou Sheng next to him.

Dou Sheng frowned and thought deeply. After a few seconds, he quickly wrote a sentence and pushed it over.

-Looking for family? Did lzq mean "looking for connections"? Did I misunderstand connections

Xie Lan’s head buzzed.

Connections. He had seen this word once in the reading section and memorized its meaning, but had never used it. If it appeared on the test paper, he should have recognized it, but he had no reaction to it in the listening section.

His first thought was "people stepping out", maybe he used some kind of subject-predicate inversion to modify the word? Or maybe he heard the order wrong, anyway, he felt that the other party obviously wanted to express "a person who steps out" or "a person who leaves home".

Xie Lan became withdrawn and pushed the note back to Dou Sheng.

Dou Sheng sighed softly and wrote: It's okay, maybe he has lost his memory.

Amnesia, huh

Destroy it.

The other side's second rebuttal ended and entered the questioning phase. The other side's second debater stood up and asked a question, first asking the first debater, who responded with ease. Then it was Xie Lan's turn.

Xie Lan watched the other party stand up to argue, and the urge to commit suicide began to brew.

He nervously stared at the mouth opening and closing, afraid to hear a rhetorical question about "connections" or "people".

Fortunately, the members saved face for the president and chose not to forget the speech that shocked the whole audience, and only asked mild questions.

Xie Lan was relieved, stood up and replied: "We insist that returning home can better communicate feelings. Although technology is advanced, face-to-face conversations and companionship cannot be compared with the Internet. When people are together, a lot of communication will occur spontaneously, but when they are away from each other, they can only rely on cultivating the habit of regular contact."

I had prepared them all in advance, and had wanted to disperse them, but I was so hurt by the conversation just now that I could only recite the entire text and sit still.

The questions and answers went smoothly, and then it was Dou Sheng's turn to stand up and question the other debaters one by one. His sharp questions, professional attitude, and cold words actually made the audience agitated.

The pros and cons sides summarized the debate, and then the host announced the start of free debate.

The other debater was a boy who loved to joke around. He had often teased Xie Lan in the debate club. As soon as he stood up, Xie Lan had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, his eyes turned directly towards Xie Lan—

"To the second debater of the opposing side, you keep saying that leaving home has nothing to do with material, vision, and ambition, but I think you have misinterpreted what we mean. From the perspective of development, whether your family is in a rural village or an international metropolis, there are only limited environments, and the world beyond has a wider world. In ancient times, there was Meng Mu's mother who moved away. Would a mother harm her own child? Of course not. A mother wants her children to have a good development more than anyone else. So we insist that, from a development perspective, children should be encouraged to leave home. What do you think?"

There was a lot of chatter, but Xie Lan only remembered two and a half sentences.

Also the last two and a half sentences.

Meng Mu's thousand

Before he stood up, he quickly asked in a low voice, "Who is Meng Mu?"

Dou Sheng quickly replied: "Mencius's mother."

"What's your mother?"

“… Don’t take it seriously, avoid it.”

Xie Lan has already stood up.

With everyone looking forward to it, some people tried hard to hold back their smiles, but already the corners of their mouths showed a tendency to turn up.

It was possible to avoid the story of Meng Mu, but I didn't remember the previous points clearly. Xie Lan only vaguely felt that the other party had been emphasizing that the world outside was bigger.

He took a deep breath and said, "The outside world is indeed bigger, no matter how big or small my hometown is. I have never denied this point of view. Borrowing the evidence of the other debater, since you are willing to admit that technology helps to communicate emotions, why do you ignore the fact that technology helps to broaden your horizons? In our opinion, it is more difficult to make up for emotions than to make up for knowledge. Please explain, the other debater."

It was as if a stream of oxygen was instantly injected into the vacuum room, and applause that shouldn't have happened in a debate even rang out from the audience.

Dou Sheng sighed, and as Xie Lan sat down, he immediately poked Xie Lan's thigh with his thumb.

The opponent's debater stood up and answered Xie Lan's question, then kicked the ball back. This time, Dou Sheng went straight for it, spoke quickly, and hit back with a more incisive attack.

He had been lazy during the previous rehearsal, but this time he was like a different person, fighting against the second debater on the opposite side. His words were sharp, citing classics as soon as he opened his mouth, and his words were sometimes sincere and sometimes contemptuous. He refuted the opponent's points and the humor and irony in between caused laughter in the audience.

Dou Sheng has never shown his talent in the long time since he joined the debate club. Or, in other words, after working with everyone for two years, he has never seriously argued with anyone, not even when he was arguing with haters in the live broadcast room.

He stood up repeatedly, sometimes casually put one hand in his pocket, and sometimes tapped the table with his wrist to emphasize his words. The two of them launched a hail of bullets, and the other side's second and third debaters were defeated. They completely controlled the rhythm and forgot about the existence of Xie Lan at all.

Lin Bei turned sideways, staring blankly up at Dou Sheng, dumbfounded.

Maybe it was because of the boyfriend filter, Xie Lan's autism that caused the misunderstanding slowly dissipated in this war of words.

Every time Dou Sheng stood up, the shape of his hips was revealed by his trousers at the level of his peripheral vision, and the wrist bones were revealed in the cuffs of someone's meticulously placed cuffs when he tapped the table lightly.

It's very concerning.

It was shameful that he had lied down and slacked off during the debate, completely forgetting the absurdity of the beginning.

Until a question from the second debater of the affirmative side suddenly entered Xie Lan's ears.

"The other debaters have been emphasizing the sense of belonging to home, but how many people in the world, after seeing all kinds of scenery, still choose to go far away and build a new family? Don't they have a sense of belonging there? We believe that the new sense of belonging should be stronger, enough to cover the old people and things. Human development is dynamic, and the concept of home should also change with it..."

The timer rang, and the host interrupted: "The affirmative side's time has run out. Please answer the negative side. Please note that the negative side only has 20 seconds left."

Xie Lan was stunned for a moment when he heard these questions.

The index finger on the table moved slightly. Dou Sheng was just getting up. He saw his finger movement and leaned over to ask in a low voice, "You come?"

Xie Lan nodded and stood up.

"Is the newly established sense of belonging necessarily stronger? This stronger illusion may come from the accumulation of time, or it may come from the stimulation closest in time. We have always emphasized the 'first'. The environment and people we first came into contact with formed a sense of belonging. This sense of belonging may be mistaken as gradually becoming dull, but it always exists. A British poet once expressed his homesickness in a poem - stands the church clock ten three and there honey still for tea. The church clock stopped at two fifty, will there still be honey to go with my tea? If you have ever thought of the past inadvertently like him, then it proves that the sense of belonging has always existed."

The surroundings suddenly became quiet.

Xie Lan sat down, and from an angle where no one could see, Dou Sheng gently squeezed his hand.

The closing speeches of the four debaters on both sides were all very exciting. After the debate, while the judges were discussing the results, the debaters went out through the back door and waited.

Xie Lan looked at the time and wanted to go wash his face and clear his mind.

The restroom in the administration building was a single-person room in a quiet corner with a lush potted plant at the door. As Xie Lan turned on the faucet, there was a knock on the door.

"I."

The sun shone into the bathroom through the blinds. Xie Lan stood in front of the mirror, and Dou Sheng was beside him, with his back against the door, his hands in his trouser pockets, and one foot lazily hooked next to the other.

There was a hint of smile in her black eyes, "My boyfriend is shining today."

Xie Lan washed his hands under the water tap. "I made a fool of myself right at the beginning. Thank goodness for the kindness of the members. Otherwise, I would be finished."

"That doesn't count. When I came out just now, they were all sighing about the president's amazing English accent." Dou Sheng stood up, walked to Xie Lan, and whispered, "I think so, too."

Xie Lan shook off the water on his hands and was about to turn off the water tap, but Dou Sheng opened the tap even wider.

There was a sound of running water in the bathroom. Two young men in shirts and trousers kissed each other. Xie Lan rested his thighs on the cool granite of the sink and leaned back towards the mirror behind him. The blush on his cheeks spread to his meticulously tied collar. He pulled at the fabric on Dou Sheng's chest, and a large water stain instantly spread across his white shirt.

The sound of "tsk tsk" was buried in the sound of water.

A few minutes later, Dou Sheng came out of the bathroom. Most of his clothes were wet on his chest, but he looked as calm as ever.

There was no one in the corridor outside the lecture hall. Che Ming came out from the back door and said, "Where have you been? Your team won, come and take a photo! There are also group photos of outstanding clubs. Where's Xie Lan? Hey, what happened to your clothes?"

"I went upstairs to wash my face and splashed water on it." Dou Sheng yawned and walked straight into the room and said, "Xie Lan also went to the bathroom, right? I don't know."

Che Ziming rolled his eyes and said, "Are you blind? There's a restroom over there. Which floor are you going to?"

Just as he finished speaking, the bathroom door not far away opened and Xie Lan came out with the same expressionless face.

“I’m using this one.”