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

Chapter 9: Oil pipe

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After dinner time, there was an eye-catching notice on the corridor bulletin board.

"Report and Punishment for Campus Bullying of Fu Ding and Wang Zhengye in Class 11, Grade 2" was written in black and white and covered with a bright red official seal of the school.

"Hu Xiujie struck quickly enough this time." Che Ziming clicked his tongue, "A demerit and observation will be added to the punishment. The punishment is not light."

Dou Sheng glanced at the piece of paper and said, "Don't mention tonight's matter to anyone. We will divide the classes tomorrow. Don't make trouble for him."

Xie Lan knew that this "him" referred to Chen Ge.

There were two self-study sessions in the evening for the second year of high school, each lasting one hour. It was not until the school bell rang that Chen Ge finally showed up, leaned in through the back door and pulled away his collapsed schoolbag.

When he bent down and stood up, Xie Lan saw the bruise at the corner of his right eye through his messy hair.

He threw the bag on his shoulder, and the moment he turned around, Dong Jingming suddenly shouted: "Chen Ge!"

The originally noisy class fell silent for a moment, as if all the previous neglect and excitement were some kind of whitewash.

Chen Ge paused, "What are you doing?"

Dong Jingshuang took a deep breath, "We haven't been divided into classes yet, so why are we studying late at night? When the big list comes out tomorrow, you are not the only one who is going to leave, so you have to deal with it in advance and mess up everyone's hearts."

"Really." Chen Ge said coldly: "Am I walking like everyone else? Can you find out which one is going to the last class?"

As soon as the words fell, the originally silent classroom fell completely silent.

Chen Ge held up his schoolbag, glanced back at her, and then quickly turned away.

"Sorry, I was harsh." He lowered his eyes and whispered, "That's it. I wish everyone... bloom and go to higher places."

The thin, almost sharp figure disappeared at the back door. Dong Jingshu lowered her head and glanced at her phone. A few big tears burst out of her eyes. She sobbed uncontrollably and fell on the table.

Xie Lan clicked on the fourth class of Jiongjiongyoushenqun, and sure enough, he saw a light gray system reminder.

"Chen Ge." has left the group chat.

It wasn't until he walked out of the teaching building and was hit by the cold wind on his face that Xie Lan recovered from the heavy empathy.

He asked Dou Sheng in a low voice: "What's going on with Chen Ge?"

Dou Sheng hesitated to speak, Che Ziming sniffed at the side and said: "Hey, there's nothing I can't say. He was second in the city in the high school entrance examination, and he was once comparable to Douzi as a top student in Class 4. He studies well and plays well. , and got close to our monitor, and we almost got together. But when I was a kid, his father had an accident, and the family was ruined."

Xie Lan paused and said, "Did you die of illness?"

Dou Sheng whispered: "It's not that simple."

Che Ziming said in a low voice, "His father was sentenced to life for selling drugs. His wife and children were left with only a bunch of enemies. His mother got seriously ill after a few struggles. In short, she just knew everything. Damn it, I can't even tell you that. I’m going crazy, why is God playing tricks on people like this!”

Xie Lan was stunned when he heard this. The cold wind hit his back, making him shiver.

Chen Ge's incident made him feel a little heavy. Although he had only been in Class 4 for two days, he seemed to have magically overcome the language barrier and empathized with these owls.

As soon as he put down his schoolbag after returning home, a message suddenly came to the group, which made Xie Lan switch from a touch of sadness to a deep speechlessness.

-Jingshuang: Renaissance forgot to mention that the chemistry teacher asked you to go to him for self-study tomorrow morning.

Dou Sheng glanced at his phone and said softly: "Why do I feel that you are going to die?"

Xie Lan looked up at him gloomily, picked up her schoolbag and went upstairs.

Dou Sheng followed behind with his shoes on and said slowly: "Do you want Big Cat to accompany you and help you explain things that you don't know how to read to the teacher?"

"No need." Xie Lan quickened his pace with a cold face, "Catch your rat."

As soon as he finished speaking, the phone vibrated again.

- Croissant: I also forgot... Xie Lan, the English teacher also asked you to go to her for self-study tomorrow morning. You can see how the time is arranged.

Xie Lan: “…”

-vincent: Oh, what a coincidence, isn't it? Xie Lan, study by yourself early, biology teacher, understand

The class group that had been dead all night suddenly came to life, with a round of rolling owl expressions and hilarious expressions. Then someone asked a question, and this group of elite students started discussing again as usual.

The happiness is all theirs.

Xie Lan was the only one suffering.

Dou Sheng said happily from behind: "I don't have enough skills at the same time. Why don't I just do it for you? Let's divide chemistry and biology?"

"If you don't say anything, you're just sharing the burden for me." Xie Lan refused coldly.

He couldn't help but think to himself, how could he feel that this person sounded comfortable when they met on the first day? It obviously makes people want to look for knives everywhere.

As soon as the bedroom door is closed, the world finally becomes quiet.

Xie Lan took a shower, sat at the desk with a wet head, and dug out the half-memorized compound.

A piece of sycamore leaf fell out of the notebook. It was the same one Dou Sheng had played with in class. On one side it said "Filial piety leads to strength" and on the other side it said "Only one hundred million points away". Xie Lan felt his fist harden after just one glance. Put away the stuff, plug in your headphones and start studying.

His playlist is basically anime songs, and he has also released many violin interpretations. During the two years when Xiao Langjing was hospitalized, in order to give her something to look forward to in the hospital, he would upload a video every week. It became popular very quickly. By the time Xiao Langjing left, he had more than three million followers.

Fast forward two years, and now Xie Lan still receives messages from fans from time to time asking why he suddenly stopped posting videos. In fact, he just feels that he has no energy anymore. That person is gone, just like the most important audience has left, and the rest There was a lot of noise, but he didn't care.

The seemingly simple two-page "Summary of Nitrogen-Containing Compounds" on the teaching reference took Xie Lan more than an hour to memorize each Chinese character. After stretching, he picked up the cup and went out to find some water.

Zhao Wenying was not at home. The entire second floor was dark. There was no light under the crack of Dou Sheng's door. He was probably asleep.

Xie Lan walked lightly, held the cup and went downstairs in the dark.

On the first floor, there was only a light left in the entrance hall for the hostess who was having daily entertainment. Xie Lan used that light to find the kitchen and was touching the wall to find the light switch when a low voice suddenly sounded in the entrance hall.

"Um, I don't know, don't you understand? You guys are stupid, but you must make four videos, you know? Today we will vlog in four dialects, and we will take you late at night Go to Ke Ke Di School.”

Xie Lan: “…”

The voice sounded like Dou Sheng's, but the words didn't seem to be human. It sounded like Chinese, Japanese, or even German. Anyway, Xie Lan couldn't understand a single word. He once suspected that Dou Sheng was memorizing the bottom few lines of the periodic table of chemical elements.

He put down his water glass and walked over silently.

Dou Sheng was sitting on the entry shoe cabinet, putting on shoes, holding a camera in his hand, turning the screen over to record himself.

Xie Lan walked into the camera from behind him silently.

"woc!!"

Dou Sheng threw the camera away. If it hadn't been for the cord hanging around his neck, it would have been broken again.

"..." Xie Lan was confused, "Are you scared too easily?"

Dou Sheng glared at him: "Do you know how terrifying the moment in the camera was? If this was a live broadcast, hundreds of people would be sent away."

"Send away?" Xie Lan didn't understand, "Where are you going?"

"Underworld!" Dou Sheng said angrily, turning around and getting angry again, "Hey, why are you not sleeping in the middle of the night?"

"It's my turn to ask you this." Xie Lan glanced at him, "Which language did you speak just now?"

"The Chinese you admire." Dou Sheng put on his shoes, "I'm trying to make a dialect mashup video. I learned Shaanxi accent, Shanghai accent, Sichuan accent, and Guangdong accent from the Internet. In short, I integrated the essence of dialects from the north and south of the Yangtze River, representing the nine The people living on the land of 1.6 million square kilometers are the entire Chinese nation.”

What about the north and south of the Yangtze River, what about the Chinese nation

"It's very meaningful. What are you going to shoot?"

Dou Sheng snapped his fingers after receiving the compliment, "The main thing is to go and pat the school. Do you want to come with me?"

It's almost eleven o'clock at night.

But Xie Lan said yes without hesitation.

It's only a dozen minutes' drive from home to school. The night view is beautiful. Along the river, you can see the other side of the city. It is less prosperous with high-rise buildings than here. The old city has a simple and down-to-earth charm.

There was a slight mechanical sound of the lens zooming around him, and Xie Lan suddenly remembered something.

"Don't you only record ASMR, and you don't even appear on camera?"

Dou Sheng paused while fiddling with the camera, and then said casually, "Why don't I try to overcome my camera shyness? I'll just take the photos myself instead of uploading them. If I think about it this way, I'll be less stressed."

Xie Lan heard this and said, "I understand."

In fact, he could understand this feeling. He didn't like being in the mirror very much. In the past, when he was making videos, he would use a projector to project a dynamic wallpaper on the wall when the light and shadow were dim in the sunset room. He stood between the projector and the wall. He was playing the piano for a while, and the camera was pointing towards the wall. There was only a shadow of the piano player standing quietly in the flickering light and shadow.

Later, Xie Lan felt that this atmosphere was too ethereal, so he placed a small table in the close-up view of the camera, and placed a sycamore leaf on the table. It was the sycamore leaf that Xiao Langjing recalled every day in his hospital bed, from his childhood.

Xie Lan was distracted, but when he came back to his senses, he had already arrived at school. Dou Sheng opened the door and got out of the car, muttering inhuman language to the camera again.

It sounds inhuman, but Xie Lanxin said, it is the essence of traditional culture and deserves respect.

The security gave them twenty minutes to come out. The campus is very quiet late at night. At a glance, the bishop, assistant teachers, laboratory building, and administrative building are all in darkness. Only a few lights are on in the dormitory building in the distance.

After Dou Sheng said a series of inhuman words, he changed to Mandarin and said to Xie Lan: "Go directly to the administration building. It's especially good for taking pictures of night scenes."

This is Xie Lan's first time in the administrative building. When he entered, he found that it was different from what he imagined. The first to sixth floors are connected in the center, with landscape trees planted and the corridors are circular. When you look up, you will have the illusion of infinite space.

While waiting for the elevator, Dou Sheng took the camera and introduced the glass showcase behind him. Xie Lan couldn't understand, but he could follow Dou Sheng's camera to judge where he was introducing.

Behind the glass cabinet on the left are the entrance and graduation photos of each class of students. The entrance photos were taken in different classes. Dou Sheng searched for a long time, and finally pointed at one of them in the camera, "Here, I am a year and a half ago." He looks so handsome, too.”

Xie Lan recognized everyone in Class 4 at a glance.

The little owls in the photo are all very young, staring at the camera with great energy. Compared with other members of the class, they are indeed "energetic" from the beginning.

Xie Lan found Dou Sheng standing in the middle of the last row. Dou Sheng was not much different from now. He still had the same casual and youthful smile. On the left was Dai You, who was very gentle at that time, and then someone like There was Che Ziming, a stupid hedgehog, and then Yu Fei, who had a look on his face that said it would be neither joyful nor painful to live or die.

To Dou Sheng's right stood a handsome boy, tall and thin, with a bright smile and bright eyes.

Xie Lan looked familiar, but after a while he realized it was Chen Ge.

He felt mixed emotions again and sighed silently.

Dou Sheng developed a 100,000-word description based on a photo. He said more to the camera in five minutes than in a whole day, redefining camera shyness.

The experience of listening to a cow playing the piano was too fantasy, and Xie Lan got tired of listening to it.

"Hey." Dou Sheng suddenly turned the camera to face him and asked with a smile: "I've been wanting to ask before, why do you have to go back to China? I just took pictures casually and didn't post them online."

The surroundings became quiet, and the only sound in the empty corridor was the sound of the camera's autofocus.

Xie Lan didn't know why he didn't hide from the camera. Maybe it was because he was really relaxed at this moment.

Zhao Wenying must have mentioned his mother to Dou Sheng. Even if he didn't take care of her on the day of pick-up, she should take care of her now.

But he didn't think there was anything he couldn't mention. He told the truth: "My mother decided to follow my father to apply for a British school after taking the college entrance examination. In fact, she had already received the admission letter. That letter was her regret."

Dou Sheng was stunned when he heard this, "So you want to get another notice for her and go to the university she didn't go to?"

Xie Lan hummed, "Absolutely."

"I'm a little touched." Dou Sheng whispered, "So that's it. Can I tell my mother about this? She is also very curious, but she will definitely not tell others."

Xie Lan turned around and said, "Whatever."

After a while, Dou Sheng asked again, "By the way, which school was your mother admitted to?"

Xie Lan raised his head and glanced at the previous college admission notices in another glass display case. He raised the corner of his lips and pointed at the purple one on the left side of the first row.

“…”

Dou Sheng slowly put down the camera.

He hesitated for a moment and whispered, "It's a little difficult for you."

Xie Lan: "?"

"I'll be honest," Dou Sheng said, "This is not a matter of working hard to practice Chinese. For someone like you who doesn't know a few big characters, you have to at least pick up a dictionary and start memorizing it."

“…”

Xie Lan's smile gradually disappeared.

He was silent for a long time, and finally couldn't help but ask sincerely: "Have you ever been beaten since you were a child?"