The second time I flew alone and landed in H City, the person who picked me up was still Dou Sheng.
The plane descended and got closer. Looking through the small window, the branches of the sycamore trees had become bare, and the treetops were covered with last night's snow. The coat she wore in City B was not enough for Xie Lan. When she got off the plane and met Dou Sheng, she was covered by Dou Sheng with a down jacket.
Zhao Wenying bought them down jackets, short and fluffy like a quilt. Dou Sheng wore light yellow and Xie Lan wore white. They walked together like twin brothers, but they were more intimate than brothers, and their heads were very close.
The taxi drove towards the airport at high speed, the night and the flying snow intertwined in the city sky to create a different kind of romance.
"Where is Uncle Xiao Ma?" Xie Lan asked.
Dou Sheng held onto her boyfriend's cold fingers and said, "I'm going on a business trip with my mom."
Hearing this, Xie Lan sighed softly out the window, "Aunt Zhao is on a business trip again."
Human emotions grow from words. Since some day, Xie Lan would feel a little worried whenever she heard that Zhao Wenying was on a business trip.
The taxi drove to Jiangbei Ring Road at the expressway exit. After getting off the plane, they didn't go home but went directly to the school dormitory. Tomorrow is Tuesday, and Xie Lan, a recommended student, can take a leave to rest, but he just wants to stay with Dou Sheng.
"By the way, how was your mock exam?" Xie Lan suddenly remembered and asked.
Dou Sheng muttered, "I don't feel anything. I've already passed the exam."
The English-Chinese class was very crazy today. Mathematics A and Science A were skipped and the hell mode started on March 3. There were mock exams every half month and weekly exams on mathematics and chemistry. This was the first time Xie Lan experienced the hardcore of domestic exam-oriented education. Even though he had been recommended for admission, he still had some fear of studying and exams.
Who wouldn't be afraid of having to write a big essay every day
It was already past ten o'clock in the evening when I arrived at the dormitory. Not long after I sat down, I heard the sound of mixed footsteps from three students after school in the corridor.
Che Ming pushed the door open and stuck his head in, "What?"
Xie Lan hummed, "Just arrived."
"Where are Dai You and Gou Zi?" Che Ziming asked.
Dai You and Wang Gou also ranked well in the provincial league, and went to the winter camp with Xie Lan. Xie Lan replied casually: "Dai You will be in school tomorrow. Wang Gou still has a few recruiting exams, and he is being watched by several schools."
The rules for admission to domestic competitions are very complicated. In addition to the admission qualification test after the provincial league, there are two more batches of admission opportunities after entering the winter camp, one before and one after the final results are released. This is called "spot recruitment" and does not occupy the provincial admission quota.
Wang Gou performed very well in the winter camp. He was ranked outside the top 30 in the daily test during the camp, but his ranking soared all the way. In the last test before the CMO national finals, he had already rushed to 4th place. All the coaches were keeping an eye on him.
The final results would not be announced for a long time, but he had already been recruited by the first two schools and F University. Before Xie Lan checked out of the apartment, she heard him blushing and happily struggling over which school to choose.
"Gouzi is about to jump over the dragon gate. From now on, we'll call him Longgou." Che Ming said with a sigh, "Poor Herring and I are having a bad league, and we still have to prepare for the self-recruitment. Why are we so miserable?"
Xie Lan thought for a moment, "Actually, you can't think that way. Your league obviously also has..."
Yu Fei, who was passing by outside, said unhappily, "I'm going out to buy a pancake, do you want one?"
"Let's go together!" Che Ziming immediately turned around and ran after him, "I want to eat grilled sausages!"
Xie Lan was immediately left alone, staring blankly at the door for a long time, then leaning back on the stool in embarrassment.
Dou Sheng smiled as he sorted out the papers, "No need to comfort him. Che Ziming has a battlefield complex and is determined to get the honor of being in the top 10 in the province. Yu Fei... maybe he just hopes to show off to Liu Xuan after the exam."
Xie Lan sighed, "Do you think Liu Xuan can agree to this?"
Dou Sheng spread out the papers and homework he had collected over the past half month. "Hang... Oh, by the way, I'll put the papers and homework you collected over the past half month in your locker."
Xie Lan uttered an "oh", turned the key inserted in the cabinet door, and opened it.
—Then he stood there in silence for ten seconds.
"Excuse me..." He looked at the pile of documents in the closet, "Where are the clothes and snacks I originally put here?"
"I can't put it down." Dou Sheng quickly drew a force analysis diagram, "I'll take some of the thin clothes home, and I'll help you put the rest in my closet."
Xie Lan was silent again. After a moment, he gently closed the cabinet door as it was before.
The key turned with a click and locked.
You can't make any noise, or you'll wake up the demon sleeping in the closet.
"Thank you." He raised the corner of his lips to Dou Sheng with a forced smile.
December is the longest winter that will remain in everyone’s memory for three lifetimes.
I am always sleepy in the morning. My lungs hurt as if being scraped by a knife after running in the afternoon. The papers piled on the desk can never be cleared away. I look forward to the evening break at 5pm every day. It is already dark outside. Songs are playing on the campus radio. A group of people pant and stroll to the west gate to buy oden. They have to eat it in the cold wind before entering the dormitory, otherwise they will be caught by Hu Xiujie.
In mid-December, the results of the CMO national finals were announced. Xie Lan got the thrilling first place in the national first prize. In addition, the results of the first batch of admissions and score reductions were also finalized - Xie Lan was admitted to T University, Wang Gou was admitted to P University, Dai You and Dong Shuijing were admitted to F University. In addition, there were more than a dozen people in the class who received different degrees of score reductions in the entrance examination before the self-recruitment. It is said to be the most glorious record of the British-Chinese Mathematical Competition.
The teachers were afraid of affecting other people's mentality, so they didn't mention it specifically, and everyone didn't discuss it too much. The math owls were like a calm and composed army, attending classes, doing exercises, and studying on their own. Many people were divided into study groups according to their weak points in grades. Xie Lan was in the math 140 sprint group, which included the bottom ten math students in the class, all of whom were in the early 130s. He volunteered to be an assistant.
Studying and composing music exhaust all my energy every day. My head feels numb when I lie in bed, but I feel great.
This morning, January 10th, all schools in England and China officially started their winter vacation before New Year's Day. The vacation lasts for fifteen days and will end on the sixth day of the New Year.
On the evening of the 30th, the entire third corridor of the school was in turmoil. When the school bell rang, the students cheered and ran wildly outside the school. It was said that a few boys in one class were so excited that they kicked the chair after a disagreement, and several teachers went to separate them.
The numbers are also very messy.
Dong Shuijing rushed to the front and kicked the door, "Everyone, sit down! We haven't finished our homework yet."
She stood at the podium in a hurry, holding an A4 paper in her hand, with densely written notes on both sides.
The winter vacation homework was curled up for the whole evening self-study session, and all the class representatives were confused.
"Old Hu is going to catch the troublemakers. I'll quickly check with everyone." Dong Shuijing stroked the list. "Chinese: 17 simulations, 30 reading passages. Math: 25 simulations, 30 optional exercises for each of the advanced, sprint, and elite papers. English listening files will be sent to the group, and two special exercise books. Physics... Old Hu divides us into groups. I'll read out the names. Group A will do a mechanics assault. The list includes Che Ziming, Mao Lengxue..."
Xie Lan felt a headache after hearing this.
The students in the class started to complain bitterly, but soon everyone joined the army of checking the information, and the classroom was drowned by the sound of flipping papers.
I checked my homework until half past ten and the whole corridor was quiet.
Xie Lan was weakly scrolling through her Moments when she saw Rong Xinxin from the debate club post a short video: Math Sharks Going Crazy, the whole school is moved by Math tonight.
The video was shot outside the laboratory. The corridor was empty and the lights in the side laboratories were off. Only Class A was brightly lit. Through the glass of the front door, one could see a boy and a girl standing in front, checking their homework with all their might. The colorful papers in the laboratory were rolled up in waves.
Breathtaking.
Xie Lan sighed and took out the Chinese paper.
"Do we have to do 17 large simulations in 15 days?" He asked Dou Sheng with a numb face, "Are you willing to help me?"
"I am willing." Dou Sheng, wearing a pair of plain glasses, quickly checked the homework while coaxing in a low voice: "I am willing to tutor you, I will accompany you."
Xie Lan sighed again.
He loves Chinese very much. He loves the rich language and culture that the Chinese nation has accumulated over five thousand years.
However, these assignments made him a little tired.
After packing up the materials in the office and getting some things from the dormitory, the third semester is completely over.
It was already late at night when Xie Lan got home. After taking a shower, he threw himself on the bed and slept until noon the next day. After lunch, he fell asleep again until Dou Sheng knocked on the door.
It's dark.
"Wake up, Xie Lan, you've been sleeping for two days straight." Dou Sheng bent down at the door and picked up Wutong: "Bilibili's New Year's Eve party is about to start, why don't you send a Weibo in advance to wish your fans?"
Xie Lan's head was buzzing in his sleep, and it took him a long time to react, with a grunt.
Zhao Wenying was baking cookies downstairs, and the house was filled with a sweet smell. The meal was ordered from the restaurant, and Dou Sheng went downstairs in slippers to open the boxes.
Xie Lan sat on the sofa downstairs and relaxed for a while before checking his phone.
In recent days, he has not dared to go to Bilibili and Weibo. His private messages and comment sections are all about discussing the top 100. The top 100 on Bilibili was released today, January 10th. According to the time away from the Spring Festival, it is almost the same as now.
He refreshed the page casually and found that the data expert had updated the prediction post again in the afternoon, with the note "final prediction".
Similarly, only he is predicted to have Baida, not Dou Sheng.
Xie Lan was speechless and had to put on his own account of "Let the Orange Cat Fly" again and refute it seriously with the spirit he had been practicing argumentative essays recently.
-Fangfeng Orange Cat: The following is a reference to the three selection dimensions of the up on the previous platform: creativity, influence, and word-of-mouth. Creativity is based on data such as the number of online views and interactions, influence depends on the increase in fans and the response to official activities, and word-of-mouth considers the potential for the up to be loved by more viewers. From these three points of view, perhaps only the increase in fans can Xie Lan beat Douzi. But after all, he grew from zero, so it is too unscientific to compare him. Douzi's sincerity, innovation, and research in making videos are the best on the platform, and I will not accept any rebuttal.
I wrote a paragraph, deleted and reduced it, and thought about it for ten minutes before sending it out.
As a result, Xie Lan put down his phone and started to feed the cat. The post had already become the most commented one.
The data god himself replied: "Word of mouth refers to the commercial potential evaluated by the platform. Xie Lan's greatest strength is commercial value. He directly promoted the Chinese comics to the B station rankings. Isn't that awesome? What you said is useless. None of you are on point."
Xie Lan rolled his eyes at his phone and replied directly: "Bullshit."
This hot comment quickly triggered a huge discussion.
-Brother Wandering Orange Cat made a very serious analysis, but you have to trust the experts. The platform really focuses on commercial value in these two aspects.
- Old Douzi fans, to be honest, the station was able to invite Xie Lan to lead the evening party, and it is possible that this gimmick can attract some sponsorship, which is the commercial value. Douzi can't go down the same road. Of course, Douzi has his own sky, and no one can surpass him in his field.
-Lord, you're making me die of laughter. Is it because Douzi has not received enough promotions that you have misunderstood his commercial value
-Lord, the commercial value that the platform considers is not measured by the ads that the up takes...
-If you look at it from the perspective of breaking the circle to attract fans, I really don’t think Douzi is worse than Xie Lan. Xie Lan is the kind of up who I admire, follow, and occasionally check out, but Douzi is the up who can make me happy all day long as he posts a video. You have to consider the stickiness of fans.
…
The article in the building was a long one, which dazzled Xie Lan. It took him a long time to figure out whether it was an "enemy" or a friend.
He would look down and give a thumbs up whenever he saw a post that supported Douzi. If he saw a post that criticized himself for not being worthy of the top post, he would give a love emoji.
Until my eyes were about to go blind, the homepage suddenly showed Ms. Doudou’s Weibo.
Ms. Doudou reposted Xie Lan's hot comment: Friends, you guys are arguing so happily, do you know that the two ups are watching the evening show affectionately at this moment? They don't care at all.
Don't care about shit.
Xie Lan replied indifferently: Those who are heartless don’t care, those who are loyal and righteous are fighting hard.
Zhao Wenying shouted, "Put the food on the table, and cast a shadow on the party where you are standing."
"Hey Aunt Zhao." Xie Lan put away her phone, stood up to serve the dishes, while Dou Sheng quickly pressed the remote control.
The three of them sat down around the table, and the New Year's Eve party just started.
The first program of the show was a symphony performance, and the one invited was a very popular symphony orchestra in China. The operator had previously invited Xie Lan to lead the performance, but Xie Lan refused.
"Let's clink glasses. After dinner, don't forget to call your dad tonight, Lanlan." Zhao Wenying said with a smile, "I wish Lanlan's music will reach new heights, I wish I can make more money tomorrow, and I wish Douzi and Lanlan can be admitted to the same university."
Dou Sheng laughed dryly and said, "I wish all your wishes come true. I also wish you eternal youth and health. It doesn't matter whether you make money or not."
"I wish Aunt Zhao good health." Xie Lan stood up and gently clinked his glass with Zhao Wenying's. "I also hope Aunt Zhao is happy every day."
The three of them clinked their glasses, and Zhao Wenying took a sip of red wine. "You two eat first. I have to keep an eye on the cookies."
She went into the kitchen humming the symphony melody, and Xie Lan continued to take out his phone to read the post. After a while, he suddenly found that the hot comments under Da Doudou's forwarded post had changed.
Dou Sheng himself parachuted in just now.
The most handsome man in the world: I have said it many times in live broadcasts and Weibo, no matter who is great, don't say you and me, promote a happy life, don't turn yourself into a fool, I encourage you. /Hold your fist
Xie Lan was so angry that she stomped on Dou Sheng's feet under the table.
"Who are you scolding?" He was so angry that he had nowhere to vent his anger that night, "You scold again?"
Dou Sheng raised his head, looking at the book with innocence and confusion on his face.
After a long time, he suddenly hissed and picked up the phone in disbelief.
"This stray orange cat is you?" Dou Sheng was shocked. "No, this cat's argument seems to be much better than yours... uh... "
Before he could finish, Xie Lan covered his mouth.
Dou Sheng laughed so hard that he almost bit his tongue to death. He glanced at the kitchen door and quickly kissed Xie Lan's palm.
"Don't talk nonsense." Xie Lan gritted his teeth and withdrew his hand. "What if the authorities see this and think you voluntarily gave up?"
"There should be a result by now, probably within a week. It doesn't matter whether I tell you or not." Dou Sheng sighed softly, "But speaking of it, did the operation give you any hints?"
Xie Lan's heart trembled when he heard this.
He paused for a moment and then told the truth, "The night before the B city closure, the operation said a few words. What about you?"
"It seems not." Dou Sheng smacked his lips, calmly and naturally. "I heard that if you win the top 100, you will most likely be notified by the operations department in charge in advance. That business value analysis is actually quite correct. Your top 100 is a sure thing for DingTalk. I actually thought about whether there is a chance that both of us can win, but now it seems that there is no hope."
Zhao Wenying shouted from inside, "Douzi, come over and help me get the baking tray down!"
“Hey!” Dou Sheng stood up and pressed Xie Lan’s head, “Don’t think too much, I said I really don’t care.”
Xie Lan hummed, "I know."
He felt very upset. He had not dared to ask before, but now Dou Sheng directly said that the operation had not given any hint, which meant that there was really no hint. Although he was heartbroken, he could no longer show his displeasure.
As if he suddenly lost all his strength, he sighed, put down his phone, and picked up two spicy shrimps.
As time went by, his eating habits became more and more similar to those of Dou Sheng and Zhao Wenying. He could eat spicy food more or less, especially when he was in a bad mood, because spicy food could relieve his stress.
The three of them ate and talked until the party was halfway through. Zhao Wenying was tired and went back to her room to apply a facial mask. Dou Sheng and Xie Lan stayed behind to watch the party and pick up the dishes.
Xie Lan walked into the kitchen with a stack of bowls and put them into the dishwasher. As soon as he stood up, Dou Sheng kissed him gently on the cheek.
"You..." He was startled and immediately glanced at the door, "Can you please not launch a surprise attack?"
Dou Sheng smiled and said, "My mother is staying at home and won't come out."
A pop singer was singing on TV. Dou Sheng walked over and closed the door, and the sound was immediately blocked out.
He walked behind Xie Lan, put his arms around him from behind, and rubbed his cheek like a lazy big cat.
"It's almost time to get started." He whispered in Xie Lan's ear, "So fast."
Xie Lan's annoyance was immediately calmed down, and he hummed, "It was very fast."
Ever since I can remember, I have always traveled in London. This is the first time I have traveled in China.
A few days ago, Xiao Langjing was sick, and he spent most of his time in the hospital. After Xiao Langjing left, he would be with his friends on Christmas and New Year's Eve, but he actually wanted to hide away because he knew that Xie Jingming would frequently text Elizabeth on that day, and even if he was at home, he would still feel uneasy.
Today, I finally felt that this festival was related to me for the first time in a long time - Zhao Wenying had been thinking about which hotel to book several days in advance, and Dou Sheng had been talking about it, urging him to make a thorough summary and to make new plans with him.
Dou Sheng was two centimeters taller than him. He lowered his head and rested his chin on his shoulder. "New love, I hope my boyfriend Xie Lan will continue to be as free and brave as he is now, and do whatever he wants. I hope he will always like his current boyfriend Douzi."
The breath from his words sprayed on Xie Lan's cheeks, which was a little itchy, but also made people feel comfortable.
Xie Lan turned her head and kissed him, their lips touching each other, and whispered: "New love, I hope my boyfriend Dou Sheng will always do what he likes, and..."
"Does it count as working for you?" Dou Sheng asked.
Xie Lan was suddenly confused, "... well... forget it."
"Anything else?" Dou Sheng asked.
"besides… "
Xie Lan's road was pushed aside by him and the entire road collapsed.
He was silent for a moment, and Dou Sheng leaned on his shoulder, looking very happy.
Xie Lan said nothing and lowered his head to continue tidying up the refrigerator.
Also, I hope Dou Sheng gets what he wants and everything he deserves.
No matter if it's important to him or not. He deserves the best. He deserves the applause, recognition, and everyone's love.
Xie Lan stacked the lunch boxes one by one into the refrigerator and tapped the door lightly with his left index finger when closing it.
It was an unintentional action. Since he was a child, he would tap his index fingers when he was anxious or when he had a wish.
In the invisible form, he is begging for the protection of the violin god.
I hope Douzi gets the top 100.
Dou Sheng walked towards the door, "Why is there no music? Is the party over?"
As he spoke, he opened the door and the host's voice came in all of a sudden.
At the same time, the two people's cell phones placed on the dining table began to ring like crazy.
Dou Sheng's cell phone rang with a bell sound, creating sound pollution. Xie Lan's cell phone was vibrating, buzzing on the table and about to jump off the table.
Host: "The list of the top 100 has been released and released simultaneously on the platform and official Weibo. We also announced that the live broadcast of the top 100 awards ceremony will be held on January 31. On this New Year's Eve, we are grateful to all the ups for their efforts in the past, and hope that there will be new glory tomorrow."
Xie Lan's heart beat faster all of a sudden. Before Dou Sheng even reached the table, he rushed past Dou Sheng and grabbed the phone.
—The cell phone he grabbed was Dou Sheng’s.
The screen was filled with congratulations from the friends that Dou Sheng added on WeChat.
-Congratulations!
-Congratulations, brother!
-Deserved!
-finally!
-you're worth it!!
-The most handsome man in the world, Dou yyds!
"Bai Bai... Bai..." Xie Lan's head buzzed with noises. He held onto his phone for a long time, and when he saw Dou Sheng, his tongue started to lose control.
Dou Sheng stopped two steps away and glanced at his phone. He seemed to realize something and a flash of surprise flashed across his eyes. "Me?"
Xie Lan forgot how to say it in Chinese and could only nod vigorously.
He threw his phone away and walked up to Dou Sheng.
Her arms were clasped tightly together, her cheeks pressed against each other's.
"Congratulations." Xie Lan whispered in her boyfriend's ear: "You reap what favors the bold."
Dou Sheng laughed softly and kissed him on the ear.
"Fortune favors the brave. What was the second sentence? I didn't hear it clearly."
Xie Lan's mind was blank for a long time, and she hugged her boyfriend, unable to speak.
Dou Sheng was very patient and waited until he remembered something.
"It seems there's an old Chinese saying that can help me." Xie Lan said sternly, "You reap what you sow."
Dou Sheng almost fell on the sofa with laughter. "Then I should give this sentence to you. Little Xie Lan, you reap what you sow."
Xie Lan just nodded and impatiently clicked on the top 100 list released by the platform.
The list was sorted alphabetically, but Dou Sheng and he were forcibly put together.
The most handsome man in the world_dm
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Today, Xie Lan, a child studying in the UK, is a foreigner. He is not good at speaking, and his clumsy expression often has a sand sculpture effect. From cover to original, he has broken through the ceiling of the music area with his own strength, led us to discover the fine wine in the deep alleys, and interpreted the music in the pavilion in a form that few people like. Similarly, young people, please go to a better place in the future.
"He put us aside." Xie Lan subconsciously turned his head to look at Dou Sheng, the corner of his lips slightly raised, "And there is also a similar comment, no one else has said this."
"Um."
Dou Sheng smiled gently, with a bright light in his eyes, just as bright as when Xie Lan first saw him in the airport lobby in late February.
He stretched out his hand and clasped his fingers with Xie Lan's. He whispered firmly in Xie Lan's ear, "Let's go together to a better place."
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