After working shifts all morning, Hu Xiujie broke into the classroom when he came back to the first class in the afternoon.
"Class meeting."
The owls immediately sat upright collectively.
Hu Xiujie stood still in the center of the podium, his cold eyes swept across the class, "First of all, congratulations to everyone entering Math and Science Class A."
There was a burst of neat applause in the class.
Crack clack clack clack clack.
The same rise and fall, the rhythm is even. Sincere restraint, only drum eight times.
Xie Lan was stunned for a moment, and there were three other newcomers with him. Wang Gou joined the applause midway, but the applause was not right, and the others stopped abruptly, so he clapped twice more, which was very embarrassing.
Xie Lan subconsciously glanced at Dou Sheng. Dou Sheng was also a member of the Eighth Army, but he looked very indifferent.
Hu Xiujie waited for the applause to end, and then said, "Then, welcome to the four new students joining this semester: Xie Lan, Wang Gou, Feng Miao, Mao Lengxue."
Crack clack clack clack clack.
Eight more tones.
Xie Lan whispered: "Have you ever practiced?"
Dou Sheng hummed reluctantly.
"The class teacher is Hu Xiujie, everything is possible." He said speechlessly.
There were only four new classmates, but Hu Xiujie still initiated a round of self-introduction for the whole class.
"Save time, just sit on the seat, no more than three sentences per person, new students can say more."
Shift cadres first, and then come in seat order.
Xie Lan estimated that each person could tell their names and hobbies in three sentences, but he soon found out that he was wrong.
Dong Jingjing was the first to stand up.
"Squad leader Dong Jingjing, I will continue to serve you wholeheartedly in the new semester. The premise is that if you have something to say, don't pluck my hair!"
The whole class was happy, and Hu Xiujie, who walked to the side and sat down, also smiled faintly.
Immediately afterwards, Dai You stood up, "Dai You, the study committee member, if you don't study well, you will always take the second place in the exam. Stay up late at night and drink the sweetest coffee."
Xie Lan only remembered in a daze, it seems that since the first day, there was a whole row of coffee on his desk, and there was never a shortage.
Then there is a petite and cute girl with fair skin and two dimples when she smiles, "Liu Zixuan, literary and art committee member, I thought I had to go to another class to develop house dance after this exam, but I didn't expect to be able to continue to be here by the big guys." Suppression, alas."
Hu Xiujie said with a smile, "Class four can't do without you."
Hu Xiujie's words were quite frightening when he said them. Wang Gou shuddered all over Xie Lan's peripheral vision, but the members of the fourth class didn't react, and they booed together. That's a must.
Xie Lan asked Dou Sheng in a low voice, "What is house dance?"
"It's the kind of dance that you can dance when you have nothing to do at home." Dou Sheng flicked his wrist casually, "That's it."
Xie Lan: "Oh."
After hearing this, Yu Fei couldn't help turning her head back, "It's really a dare to say and a dare to believe."
The three-sentence self-introduction, everyone in the fourth class can say it well, Xie Lan can't remember the full name, but he miraculously remembers everyone.
When it was Dou Sheng's turn, this brother got up slowly--
"Hi everyone. I'm Dou Sheng."
He paused for a moment, as if struggling to think of the third sentence, he gave up after two seconds: "Thank you everyone."
Fascinating.
Xie Lan thought to himself, pretending to be indifferent, and can say 50,000 words to Zhang Hezhao behind his back.
After Dou Sheng sat down, it was time for Xie Lan.
When he got up, everyone in front of him turned around, and the class was quieter than before.
"I'm Xie Lan. I'm coming back from the UK and I'm going to take the domestic college entrance examination." After Xie Lan finished talking about the basic situation, he hesitated and said, "I left before I knew how to read, and I'm very poor at reading and writing. I hope I can improve quickly. "
A boy asked, "Why, don't your parents teach Chinese characters to children after they go abroad?"
Sure enough, I was asked the question I didn't want to answer.
When he was a child, Xie Jingming would occasionally take him to family gatherings of immigrant scholars. The children who came with him were bilingual in both Chinese and English, mainly in Chinese, and they chatted like crazy. Xie Lan could only stand on the sidelines, occasionally understanding the English part, and he couldn't make a friend.
After drinking for three rounds, the adults called the children back, and Xie Jingming would introduce his pure English education at this time. Others echoed and praised him, but Xie Lan would never forget the surprised look in the eyes of other children at that time.
A little boy squinted at him, "Why can't Chinese speak Chinese? Long live great Britain?"
That sense of shame stayed with him for years.
But history did not repeat itself.
The owls didn't think about "forgetting their roots" or "favoring others" at all, and they entertained themselves before Xie Lan answered.
"On how crazy modern parents are to let their children learn English well."
"However, I didn't expect the child to go back to China for the college entrance examination."
"Long sigh to cover up tears, lamenting how hard it is for returning from the sea!"
"Li Bai, Du Fu, Bai Juyi, Su Shi, Lu You, Xin Qiji! A lot of happiness is waiting for you!"
After Xie Lan was surprised, the corners of her lips raised slightly unconsciously, and she whispered thank you everyone.
After introducing myself, I suddenly felt very relaxed, as if I could take off on the spot.
Before get out of class ended, Hu Xiujie cleared his throat, and the whole class of fluttering owls sat upright obediently and energetically again.
"The last few words. I believe everyone knows that the college entrance examination questions in the past two years were conservative, and many top students in mathematics and science were evened out, and their rankings were lost. You are the first math and science class A, and the school's intention is to make single subjects top-notch. Students must get extra points in self-enrollment. Therefore, we will conduct a lot of daily training on difficult problems and have the ability to resist pressure."
The people below nodded silently, and Hu Xiujie said, "It takes one year to prepare for the self-enrollment. In the last semester of the third year of senior high school, we will divide into classes again, cancel the math and science A, and unify the ranking of all subjects. So this year, students who are partial to subjects must not slack off, and strive to be in one year. and continue to stay."
get out of class was over, and as soon as Hu Xiujie left the classroom, the owls cheered up again.
Che Ziming turned his head and said, "Lan, next year there will be shifts, you have to hurry up and catch up."
Xie Lan nodded, "It's mainly Chinese."
Che Ziming sighed, "Chinese and Chinese, my scars. My Chinese is also very poor, let's work hard together."
Xie Lan hummed casually as a promise, and when Che Ziming turned around, he looked down at the make-up class schedule.
Dou Sheng was sleeping beside him, and Xie Lan poked him.
Dou Sheng raised his head, "Huh?"
"Let's go to the supermarket tonight." Xie Lan said, "I thought about it again. If you want to post a video on Sunday, you have to finish recording it on Saturday. It's too late to get ready after class tomorrow night. Why don't you go shopping tonight."
Hearing this, Dou Sheng's expression became serious, and he sat up.
"What do you mean, you still want to watch me make a pot of meat sauce?"
Xie Lan shook her head, "I can even teach you how to do it."
"?"
Xie Lan poked at the screenshot saved in the phone's photo album, "I saw a Chinese youtuber talk about how terrible British food is in the eyes of Chinese people, it's very interesting."
Dou Sheng was silent: "...so?"
"He added 100,000 followers to that video." Xie Lan said, "Don't you want to make richer content? You can give it a try."
Xie Lan made a very sincere suggestion. When Dou Sheng said he was "bottlenecked" last night, he was thinking about it.
Although this guy has cheated him several times, he is still a friend who lives with him after all. He is good at making videos, so he can help.
What is this called, repaying grievances with virtue.
Dou Sheng's expression was a little distorted, "Are you serious?"
"Yeah." Xie Lan said, "Let Xiaoma take us to the supermarket by the way at night?"
Dou Sheng was silent for a long time, then leaned back on the table decadently: "Whatever."
There is no difference between the supermarkets in China and the UK. The one Xiaoma chose is an imported supermarket. Most of the food has bilingual labels, so Xie Lan can browse smoothly.
He walked in front, and Dou Sheng followed behind with a sullen face, pushing a cart in one hand and holding a mobile phone in the other, with a perfunctory expression on his face.
Xie Lan looked back several times and saw that he was half dead, and couldn't help frowning.
If you are not motivated and innovative, it is difficult to get ahead.
Yesterday he said he wanted to make a breakthrough, but today he refuses to take even this small step, he is weak.
"Hurry up."
"Yeah." Dou Sheng nodded perfunctorily, poking his phone without looking up.
Xie Lan was speechless.
Meat sauce is easy to make, especially Xie Lan has a little secret recipe.
Pork should be fat and lean.
Tomatoes should be picked with large flat leaves to produce as much juice as possible.
There are also some ingredients in Chinese that he does not know. Garlic is garlic, and onion is onion. Xie Lan is buying and remembering, feeling very satisfied, and improving rapidly every day.
"No." Dou Sheng suddenly said from behind, "Tomato sauce, why do you need coconut oil?"
Xie Lan said, "Adding a little coconut oil and yogurt to the classic Italian sauce will make it thicker and smoother. My British friends say it's good after eating it."
"..."
Dou Sheng looked like he was being beaten by life, and after looking at him for a long time, he lowered his head and poked his phone, muttering in a low voice, "Sin."
"Make what?" A word I hadn't heard before.
Dou Sheng looked sluggish, "It just means whatever you like, as long as you're happy."
"Hey." Xie Lan was a little depressed, "Go ahead, it's as if you want to record a video with me."
"..."
When Xie Lan turned around, Dou Sheng raised his head again.
He looked at Xie Lan who was reading the label carefully and looking it up in the dictionary, and sighed silently.
owe him.
This calamity is in my life, I can't escape it.
Dou Sheng deliberated for a moment, and finally clicked on the little pink TV app, and opened the chat box with "MR.X who loves to eat" from the private message list.
In the past month, the grandson has initiated at least ten conversations, but he has not responded.
The main reason is that he received two blessings that he deserved during the Chinese New Year.
X: Happy New Year, Douzi, you brought your brother many times when you were little transparent, you are the 1 from 1,000,000 years ago, really, thank you, thank you, keep it in your heart, and I must speak up if I need it in the future.
This one doesn't look grandchildren at all.
Look at the next one.
X: Cough cough, although brother won the top 100 first, but in my heart this honor also belongs to you! My trophy is half of yours. In the new year, I will be waiting for you at Baida!
Check it out.
Is it human?
At that time, Dou Sheng replied calmly and self-sufficiently, "Happy New Year. Get lost."
Dou Sheng looked up at the back of Xie Lan's head again - even the back of his head looked a little happy. Xie Lan turned his head to pick out yogurt on the cold rack, his dark pupils reflected the light on the rack, very bright.
Dou Sheng took a deep breath, bowed his head and typed two words quickly.
Bean: Are you there?
It's fine if you don't reply for a minute, Dou Sheng thought. With a blank expression, he called out the stopwatch, and decided that if he didn't reply, he would directly recruit Xie Lan, telling him that he was the cousin Douzi in the eyes of a million people.
The number jumped happily, and just jumped to 59, when the phone suddenly popped up.
Dou Sheng's heart skipped a beat.
X: I'll go, Brother Douzi finally took care of me! What orders!
Yes, it really is a catastrophe.
Dou Sheng couldn't tell what it was like, so he brewed and started a routine.
Dou: Right, I suddenly miss you.
X:
X: Is it me?
Bean: Yes. Isn't today the first time I've shared your video with fans... Anyway, it's more than a year's anniversary.
X: ... yes ... ah ...
Dou Sheng fell into silence wittily, pushed the cart and walked two rows of shelves behind Xie Lan's ass, and threw a box of cookies into the cart.
Until the phone vibrated again.
X: Oh, stop talking? Did you just suddenly think of me?
X: I am a little touched by this.
X: Brother, I also miss you. Your update frequency is a bit low recently. My happiness is gone, huh.
grandson.
It's weird to be here again.
Dou Sheng typed with a numb face:
Dou: I watch your videos every day, by the way, do you want to eat a pot of meat sauce on Sunday? You're being harsh now.
X: Huh?
X: Oh! Hey, one less word in the trailer, a pot of noodles with meat sauce, who eats meat sauce, is it free?
Isn't it salty?
Dou Sheng had a tsunami in his heart, but the surface was still calm.
Dou: Then I'm a little disappointed, I really want to see you eat meat sauce.
X: What do you mean? ?
X: Wait, you are going to give me a job, is that what you mean?
X: Which ketchup brand is there? Dad Fang wants to see me eat bolognese? I can!
Bean: No.
Dou: Only your father Douzi wants to see it.
X: WTF?
Dou Sheng finally smiled at the screen, and while Xie Lan wasn't paying attention, he quickly reached over the cart and took a photo.
He took a screenshot of the Chinese New Year X's phrase "You are the 1 from 1,000,000 years ago" and "I must speak up if I have something to use in the future" and sent a picture of the shopping cart.
Dou: Customize a video, eat a pot of tomato meat sauce, add coconut oil and sugar-free yogurt, send it out on Sunday, ask for a pure white bowl, stainless steel spoon, black tablecloth on the table, white background wall, gray sweater, at most The cuffs are exposed, and the cuffs cannot be marked.
X:? ? ?
X: You want me to die, just say so?
X: Is this a new top 100 assassination list?
X: And what the hell is your recipe? ?
X: Hello? still there?
Dou Sheng glanced at Xie Lan's little head.
Dou: Yes, it is called "Lan Style Recipe".
Bean: Be grateful, thank you, and keep it in your heart. I will definitely come back to you next time I need you.
Bean: I'll give you coins, two.