Million UP School God Plays Me Every Day [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 62 A hundred battles

Hu Xiujie only used 21 words, which made Xie Lan have a nightmare.

He had read too many strange jokes. He dreamed that Hu Xiujie was chasing him with a 40-meter-long machete, and he was allowed to sprint 39 meters. Every time he was killed, he was dragged back to the starting line and started again. One night.

The next day, Xie Lan stood silently in the office, looking at the cold-faced Yan Luo in front of him, Xie Lan couldn't help suspecting that there was a knife behind her.

"What are you looking at?" Hu Xiujie raised his eyebrows, "What are you always looking behind me for?"

Xie Lan looked away lazily, "Teacher, I feel very guilty."

Hu Xiujie stared at him, "I haven't trained you yet!"

Xie Lan opened her mouth: "...Oh."

It was already very hot in the afternoon in mid-May, and the air conditioner was not turned on in the office, making people sweaty.

There was no wind outside the window, but there was a heat rushing into the house. Dou Sheng, who was leaning against the window, listened quietly to the training, but his eyes fell lightly on the petals of the sycamore outside the window, as if in a trance.

"Be serious with me!"

Hu Xiujie's voice suddenly rose an octave, "Whether you are a million or ten million fans, you have to behave properly! If I didn't see you on a whim, I wouldn't know you are so ugly!"

Dou Sheng turned his gaze back when he heard the words, switched his form in a second, bowed his head skillfully, "The teacher is right in criticizing, there will be no next time."

He paused and said in a low voice: "But don't squat on my live broadcast, really, it is easy to arouse conflicts between teachers and students."

Hu Xiujie gave him a gouged look, then turned to Xie Lan again.

Xie Lan froze, and automatically turned on the repeat mode: "The teacher is right, and I won't do it again."

"You two..." Hu Xiujie glanced back and forth between their faces, hesitant to speak.

Inexplicably, Xie Lan felt guilty.

He tried his best to keep his eyes on his nose, his nose and his heart, and he heard Dou Sheng calmly ask from the side, "What's wrong with us?"

Hu Xiujie was a little hesitant, and squinted slightly to look at them for a long time, but finally said nothing.

She waved her hands irritably, "Always ask me to forgive, what's the result? I won't criticize Xie Lan, she has been making progress, and she is about to take the third monthly exam, and her recent review status is also very good, what about you? Can you give me Take an attitude?"

Xie Lan doesn't understand the last sentence. In his perception, attitude is an abstract ranking. How to "take" it out?

He subconsciously glanced at Dou Sheng.

Dou Cheng smiled when he heard the words, picked up the schoolbag at his feet and said, "I knew you had to say that, so I brought my attitude."

Hu Xiujie looked surprised: "Bring it? What?"

Xie Lan also glanced at the bag.

It was probably a notebook and a pen. Just now when Dou Sheng came with a bag, he guessed that Dou Sheng was ready to write a 50,000-word self-criticism here.

But soon, it proved that his understanding of Dou Sheng was not deep enough.

Under Hu Xiujie's eyes, Dou Sheng leisurely unzipped his schoolbag and took out a set of high-quality JK uniforms.