Amidst the roar of laughter, Lao Qin told Xie Lan to sit down first, then returned to the front of the stage and patted the table, "It's all right. The math boss still needs to work hard to catch up in Chinese. He just returned to China, everyone should help him."
Everyone answered yes one after another, and a boy said, "The teacher is so miserable, he failed to rejuvenate himself."
"It's still a success." Lao Qin smiled, "Thank you, classmate Xie Lan, I smiled for ten years, and I laughed for half the night."
There was another low laugh, and then Lao Qin sat down to grade the papers, and the classroom quickly fell silent.
Xie Lan was speechless.
It's not that he is glass-hearted, he is mainly speechless about the test papers.
I got 6 points for the composition, 6 points for two of the six multiple-choice questions I got right, and 4 points for the text questions, and a total of 16 points for the paper.
It's not a setback, after all, it's one point higher than he estimated, but it's a bit unfair to fill in the blanks in ancient poems and essays. Among the ten questions, there is one "I am born to be useful", but he can only do it, but he only gets a red cross.
Xie Lan used her mobile phone to find the next sentence in the original text: "When all the money is gone, come back."
Dou Sheng said in a low voice: "This question is free, what did you answer?"
Xie Lan subconsciously pressed the screen, "Look at what my phone is doing."
"Accidentally glanced at it."
Xie Lan was a little annoyed: "Anyway, it's almost the same as the correct answer, and the total score is almost 17."
"That's such a pity." Dou Sheng clicked his tongue in cooperation, and was about to lie down and continue to sleep, when he suddenly glanced at his answer sheet, and his expression froze instantly.
The last sentence: I am born to be useful.
Xie Lan's next sentence: The thousand gold is gone and will not return.
Dou Sheng searched the table for a long time to find the sycamore leaf, turned it over, and wrote four more words: only a few hundred million points away.
Xie Lan: "..."
The self-study class was very quiet, the only two people in the classroom who didn't study, one was on Xie Lan's left, and the other was lying on the other side of the row, which was Chen Ge.
After two Chinese lessons, Lao Qin walked out with the paper in his arms, and stopped at the door of the class.
"I want to say a few words to you." He looked at everyone and said, "We will be divided into classes. According to the division of science this year, some students will go to general A, and some students will go to other classes according to their rankings. You are all well-known students in the city a year and a half ago, the teacher hopes that you will not forget the ideals you had when you first entered high school, no matter where you go later-"
He paused, turned his gaze to the back door, and said word for word: "Don't admit defeat."
Xie Lan turned his head subconsciously. Chen Ge seemed to be a little moved when he heard the words "don't admit defeat", but soon he bent down to pick up the basketball on the ground, and left directly through the back door.
Lao Qin also left, and the classroom instantly became noisy.
Xie Lan's left arm was suddenly poked.
Dou Sheng retracted his index finger, "I have a friendly suggestion, do you want to listen?"
"No." Xie Lan made a face instantly, bowed his head and flipped through the book.
Dou Sheng continued, "The school has voluntary extra classes every weekend, and it is estimated that registration will be counted soon."
Xie Lan's hands froze.
Dou Sheng added, "There is a basic class in Chinese, but it will conflict with tutoring in mathematics competitions. Do you think about it?"
Xie Lan continued to flip through the book, "Let's talk."
In fact, he was quite moved.
It is a big project to make up the language. Reading and writing is one aspect, and literature accumulation is another aspect. The language cannot be mastered by oneself, and it will be much better if there is a teacher.
The last two sections in the morning are mathematics.
Lao Ma came in with the exam papers of the whole class, and the professionalism of scoring overnight moved the owls to tears. After Che Ziming, the math class representative, tremblingly copied "average score 108" on the blackboard, they cried even louder. .
Lao Ma blew on the goji berries in the thermos cup, and smiled peacefully, "About one-third of the test papers this time are competition-level difficulty, and it is expected to pass the test. This will become a normal state, and everyone should calm down. Today, I will talk about 16 questions to choose to fill in the blanks, and interrupt me at any time if you have any questions."
When Lao Ma gave a lecture, he spoke at a slow speed, with concise and clear logic, and the extension and instruction were just right. Xie Lan raised his eyes and glanced forward, all the elites straightened their backs, even Yu Fei, who had been paralyzed on the wall, sat upright, and put on a pair of glasses, and Dou Sheng also pulled a piece of paper from time to time to write down two words. Pen.
When get out of class is over in the middle, those who go to the toilet go out quietly, and the rest continue to concentrate on doing problems, which is quieter than early self-study.
Xie Lan was shocked by this elite atmosphere when he saw Lao Ma coming over with a smile in his hand holding a thermos.
"I will reserve a place for you in my math competition class on the weekend, don't forget to hand in the form." The old horse said in a low voice.
Xie Lan hesitated, "Teacher, I want to take other classes."
The old horse was taken aback, "Other classes? Don't listen to the math competition?"
Xie Lan bit the bullet and hummed.
"Why?" The old horse looked in disbelief, "Do you know what it means to be violent?"
Xie Lan paused slightly, "I don't really know."
Dou Sheng's stool began to shake.
"You don't want to learn from Dou Sheng to pretend to be stupid." Lao Ma sighed, "Seriously, come, you must come."
Xie Lan tried to make his eyes look more sincere, "Teacher, I only scored 16 in Chinese."
"16 is 16, even if you take the test..." The voice suddenly paused, and the old horse said in a daze, "How much is the test???"
I don't know which one will have a greater impact on Lao Ma, whether he refuses the competition tutoring or gets 16 points in the Chinese test. Anyway, the back of Lao Ma turning away is full of wind and frost.
Che Ziming turned around and comforted, "It's okay, we all take mathematics, and I will borrow your notes later."
Xie Lan could only sigh.
On the way to the dining hall at noon, Hu Xiujie stopped Dou Sheng halfway, saying that he needed to find out more about Wang Gou.
Dou Sheng nodded casually, and greeted Che Ziming, "Take him for dinner."
He was referring to Xie Lan.
Che Ziming nodded, "I know, I really think of myself as a guardian."
Hu Xiujie said to Xie Lan, "By the way, your bedtime formalities have been completed, and you will live in the same room with Dou Sheng Daiyou first. Here is the key."
Half-sleep means only staying at noon and not at night. There are sufficient accommodation resources in Yingzhong. As long as you are not short of money, you can apply for a dormitory dedicated to taking a nap.
Xie Lan took the flat key with "Sansu 603" written on it, and said thank you teacher.
The cafeteria was so crowded with people today, all the teams lined up for several turns, Xie Lan was dumbfounded as soon as he entered.
Che Ziming dragged him to arrange the "top delicious" pork ribs stew, and waited for 20 minutes. As soon as he arrived at the window, Xie Lan looked at the peppers gurgling and cooking with the ribs in the casserole, and began to regret it.
He can't eat spicy food, not at all.
Aunt Dacai picked up a casserole that had been drained of juice with iron tongs, and yelled, "How many more spoonfuls?"
Xie Lan didn't understand, "Add what?"
The aunt clasped her wrist, and put a spoonful of pickled peppers on the pot again: "Add peppers!"
Xie Lan: "...Thank you."
Car Ming searched around with the tray, and said worryingly: "There is not even a vacant seat, absolutely."
Just as he was talking, the person next to him got up after eating, and one was free. He quickly pushed Xie Lan over, "Hurry up, sit here."
Xie Lan was forced to squeeze between two boys he didn't know.
The surrounding area was noisy, and the ribs in the casserole really smelled delicious, but the rising heat was a bit choking to the nose. Xie Lan hesitated for a long time, picked up a piece on the side and tried to take a bite.
Then he took a sharp breath, turned his back and coughed for a while.
On the way back, Xie Lan was searching for food, but unfortunately he didn't see any convenience store until he entered the gate of Sansu.
As he went upstairs, Dai You introduced, "Our house is short of two. I sleep all the time, and Dou Sheng sleeps half. I heard that you are staying at his house at night?"
Xie Lan hummed, "How is the dormitory?"
"It's not bad, bed and table, the facilities are quite new." Dai You said, "603 and the water room are on each side, but it doesn't matter if you live half the bed."
When I returned to the dormitory, I found that Dou Sheng had already come back first, sitting on the bed playing with his mobile phone, a corner of the plastic bag was exposed from the edge of the bed.
When Dai You met, he asked, "What happened to Wang Gou?"
"It's nothing, just let me tell you what I saw in the cafeteria at noon yesterday. Anyway, Hu Xiujie is not stupid." Dou Sheng explained a few words casually, raised his eyes to look at Xie Lan, and patted the bed next to him. The sheets are here."
He had a box of cookies by his hand, and after he finished speaking, he threw a stack into his mouth and chewed.
Xie Lan asked casually, "Do you record the sound of eating at any time?"
Dai You turned around wondering, "What did he record?"
"It's nothing." Dou Sheng said immediately, "Dai You pass me a piece of paper."
Dai You snorted, took a pack of tissue and threw it to him.
Xie Lan didn't care, and stepped on two steps to make the bed. The butter smelled very fragrant. He couldn't help but glanced at the plastic bag on Dou Sheng's bed.
There are five red letters of "Little Leaf West Point" printed on the bag. Besides the butter cookies, there is also a box of strawberry Daifuku. There are six cute balls in total. The translucent glutinous rice skin holds the cream filling. Packed in the same plastic box.
Dou Sheng finished chewing the biscuits quickly, and just opened the box of Strawberry Daifu, when he raised his eyes, he met Xie Lan's gaze and was taken aback.
After a while, he handed the box to Xie Lan, "Do you want one?"
Dai You was surprised and said: "It's strange, you, a food protector, took the initiative to share food."
Food protection?
Xie Lan tasted the word "pin", half-understood, but suddenly remembered Dou Sheng's signature in Moments - no.
Dou Sheng shook the box of pink dim sum, "Do you want it?"
Xie Lan hesitated for a moment or succumbed to hunger, reached out and squeezed one, "Thank you."
Strawberry Daifuku is excellent.
The glutinous rice skin is very thin and elastic, and the strawberry pulp inside is sweet and sour, which is perfectly blended with the delicate and sweet cream.
It's just a pity it's a bit too small.
Dai You stood at the bottom and raised his head and said, "Give me one too."
Dou Sheng swiped his phone and said, "I don't want enough."
"Cut." Dai You smiled and kicked his bed ladder, "It's easy to change the country, but it's hard to change the nature!"
Xie Lan wiped her hands with a paper towel, then lowered her head and continued to remove the sheets.
Dou Sheng casually asked Dai You, "What did you have for lunch?"
Dai You said as he went to bed, "It's all because of Hu Xiujie's delay of two minutes in the pot of pork ribs. We didn't even find the next seat."
Dou Sheng said oh.
Xie Lan spread the sheets, just when the lunch break bell rang, Dai You put on earplugs and went to sleep, and he also lay down and closed his eyes.
Dou Sheng was still sitting on the bed playing with his mobile phone quietly. After a while, Xie Lan's phone vibrated suddenly.
Received a new WeChat message.
-RJJSD: You don't like spicy food?
Xie Lan was taken aback.
He quickly went through the two days of conversations in his mind, and he was sure that he had never mentioned to anyone not to eat spicy food.
The only thing that could expose his habit was yesterday at noon, when there was a chicken nugget with chili among the two meat and one vegetarian leftovers in the cafeteria, and he didn't take a bite.
Xie Lan hesitated, and replied with "um".
-RJJSD: Take it, Che Ziming is like a ZZ.
- Renaissance: What is ZZ?
-RJJSD: ... wise men.
Xie Lan was a little confused and sent a question mark.
Dou Sheng didn't return.
After a while, there was a soft sound from the iron railing above his head.
Then there was the restrained rattle of the plastic box, and a good-looking hand poked the box containing strawberry Daifuku centimeter by centimeter from the other side of the railing.
The phone vibrated.
-RJJSD: I will fill the stomach of you poor eater, a returnee.
A few seconds later, there was another shock.
-RJJSD: hush money, don't tell my mom about the fight.
Xie Lan: "..."
Did this person forget that the hush money was paid last night.
Just the tattered sycamore leaf blown by the strong wind.