Dou Sheng just came back from the outside when the recess was almost over. He put a cool hand-painted paper cup on Xie Lan's table, "Your afternoon tea is here, please check it."
Xie Lan said thank you, glanced at the post-it note on the big white notebook, got up calmly and let him in.
Che Ziming stared at the two cups of milk tea in a daze for a while, then subconsciously looked at his desktop, then turned his head to look at Wang Gou, and poked his neck to look at Dai You.
"Don't we?"
Dou Sheng glanced at him, "The product at the door is slow, and there is no time to make six cups."
Che Ziming sighed in disappointment, "That's right."
Xie Lan just picked up the paper cup and took a sip of the milk tea, the coolness slipped down his throat and into his stomach, all of a sudden soothing the depression of writing a review.
He sighed comfortably.
"Damn, I'm so greedy." Che Ziming pushed Yu Fei, "Let's order a takeaway milk tea, it's here for PE class, what do you want to drink?"
Yu Fei struggled to get up from the table, "Then let me have some."
"Alright, then I want taro balls, order a latte for Dai You, where is Gouzi?"
Wang Gou was a little embarrassed when he heard this, "Forget it, I can quench my thirst by drinking water, isn't milk tea quite greasy?"
"Don't." Yu Fei yawned and said, "I'm treating you, let me save face."
Wang Gou was stunned, "A treat?"
Yu Fei looked up for a moment and said, "Congratulations to Che Ziming for not coming to disturb me during class break. It's hard to buy a break... Let me order this signature sweet-scented osmanthus brew for you, and add some black glutinous rice."
"Then... okay." Wang Gou's face blushed again, and he paused before saying, "I haven't had milk tea yet, thank you."
"You're welcome, I should thank you." Yu Fei leaned on the wall to place an order, "I've packed the milk tea this semester, please continue to share the debt of Che Ziming for me."
Che Ziming immediately pressed his ass on him and shouted: "You son, don't be polite to this stinky fish! Kill him!"
Surrounded by shouts of fighting and killing, Xie Lan drank milk tea and watched the tigers fight.
Watching tigers on the surface, actually watching beans secretly.
After Dou Sheng came back, he started to let go. Every afternoon between classes, when the weather was fine and the breeze was gentle, Dou Sheng would stop what he was doing and look out the window to let go for a while.
It's just that today, he has an extra cup of milk tea like Xie Lan's.
Xie Lan glanced at the notebook under his arm again, and asked casually, "What are you doing in the next video?"
Dou Sheng came back to his senses, "I haven't figured it out yet, think about it slowly."
As he spoke, he flipped the planner casually, and then stopped suddenly.
Xie Lan put down the milk tea very naturally, and continued to write the review. The left hand compares the first-person review in front, and the right hand writes to change the perspective, so that the writing can be unimpeded, and the grammar can be practiced incidentally, killing two birds with one stone.
After a while, Xie Lan heard Dou Sheng clear his throat.
He put down his pen and glanced aside, seeing Dou Sheng holding up his cup and looking out the window again, looking a little dazed.
It is estimated that I was stunned by the criticism that fell from the sky.
Xie Lan put the pencil case between the two of them expressionlessly, clicked on the phone and put the video on the pencil case, with the camera facing Dou Sheng and the screen facing himself.
From this angle, no one can be seen, only the table and hands can be seen. Dou Sheng pinched the pink post-it note, and gently stroked the paper with his slender fingers, seeming a little at a loss.
After a long time, the hand in the camera gently folded the pink post-it note, put it into the pencil case, and zipped the pencil case that had been open for a long time.
"cough."
Dou Sheng cleared his throat, "Did someone come to our place just now?"
Xie Lan hesitated.
To put it bluntly, Feng Miao seems to be in a bad mood. Although it was indeed Feng Miao who made complaints about Dou Sheng himself, after all, this sentence was changed by him to make it a little blunt.
He paused before saying, "There have been many people here, what's the matter?"
"nothing."
Dou Sheng put down the cup of milk tea, picked it up again, took a sip, and put it down again.
Then he opened the pencil case and rummaged through the pile of identical ballpoint pens.
In the camera, the pink post-it note was exposed in the pencil case. Dou Sheng's pretty fingers quickly unfolded the folded post-it note, paused for a moment, folded it back, and closed the zipper again.
"That." Dou Sheng said, "How is your copybook practice recently?"
Asking plainly, Xie Lan's heart skipped a beat.
Get out so soon?
He raised his hand and flicked the screen of the phone, pressed the video to stop recording calmly, and asked, "It's okay, why are you asking this?"
Dou Cheng frowned slightly, his eyes were black and white, calm and a little puzzling and probing.
The two were so close that they could see each other's hair trembling slightly in the air.
After a long time, Dou Sheng shook his head, "It's okay."
The third class in the afternoon was physics. The moment the bell rang, the sound of Hu Xiujie's high-heeled shoes also rang at the back door. There was no sound in the class for a moment, Xie Lan quickly picked up his phone and took out his physical notes.
Out of the corner of his eye, Dou Sheng also slowly tidied up the table, smoothed out those notebooks and papers, spread out a random physics textbook under his arm, and gently pinched the post-it note through the pencil case with his left hand.
Hu Xiujie stood on the podium with a straight face, "I have read the homework papers left over the weekend. Sitting in this classroom, there are still people who lose points on the comprehensive problem of electromagnetic balance. In this class, we will teach four sample problems. If If you make a mistake next time, go to the office and ask me to explain in person."
There was a chilling silence underneath, and everyone was very careful even when they opened the notes, not daring to make a sound.
Xie Lan had no problem with the electromagnetic balance at all. He glanced at Hu Xiujie who was writing on the blackboard with his back to everyone, and silently took out another review. There was nothing unusual about Dou Sheng, and he lowered his head and wrote something with him.
Xie Lan thought he was also writing a self-criticism, but after a while, Dou Sheng tore off the piece of paper he just wrote, folded it twice and threw it over-
Is it you who changed the words? Where is the original note?
Xie Lan was stunned at this sentence.
He was hesitating, Dou Sheng stretched out his hand to take the paper back, wrote for a long time, then threw it over again-
I feel like I have seen it somewhere before. The original sentence is "You didn't intend to be a draft, but you just lead the mountain torrents alone." Are you misunderstood? This is not to complain about other people's words, but to confess-
Did you write it yourself, or did you change what someone else wrote? -
Be frank and lenient, and quickly recruit.
The last eight characters seemed to be added on a temporary basis, the handwriting was scrawled, and the last stroke of the word "lai" dragged on for a long time.
Xie Lan didn't have time to think about it so much, and was stunned by the word "confession".
Confession?
He subconsciously raised his eyes to look at Feng Miao-it was hot in the afternoon, Feng Miao took off his school uniform jacket, the refreshing short-sleeved shirt was gently flapping in the breeze, and the high ponytail was also shaking up and down as he took notes. with.
He suddenly thought of her stiff and contradictory appearance just now, and suddenly felt a thunderbolt.
Dou Sheng didn't wait for an answer, he seemed a little anxious, and unconsciously pinched his fingers.
Xie Lan subconsciously turned her head to look at him, only to find that Dou Sheng was staring at him, their eyes collided, Dou Sheng immediately withdrew his gaze, leaned against the window sill, and yawned.
He tore off another note and wrote it again: Who left the note?
Xie Lan frowned subconsciously at the note.
Although he doesn't understand Chinese love poetry and made a joke, he is not mentally unsound. He can still understand this obvious performance of suppressing anxiety. Generally, this kind of reaction can only explain one thing - Dou Sheng has an expected person in his heart who may confess to him, although that person may not be Feng. Wonderful, but there must be such an existence.
Xie Lan suddenly felt a little irritable, and couldn't tell whether he was annoyed by the oolong he provoked, or by something else.
He took a sip of milk tea and frowned.
The milk tea is no longer fragrant.
Dou Sheng seemed to be in a hurry, he pushed the note towards him again, and gave him a questioning look.
Feng Miao didn't actually sign it, and she told Xie Lan not to tell Dou Sheng that she had been there.
After a moment of silence, Xie Lan reached into the desk hall and pulled out the original post-it note, and said in a low voice, "I don't know who it is. I thought it was just complaining about you, sorry."
As soon as the words fell, he felt that Dou Sheng's mood seemed to drop instantly. After a while, Dou Sheng lifted the note and glanced at it, then rolled it up and threw it into the garbage bag hanging by the table.
Xie Lan glanced back at him, but saw that he glanced in Feng Miao's direction indifferently, and then looked back, his expression was as usual, even more indifferent than usual.
Xie Lan couldn't help asking, "How do you know it's her?"
"Xie Lan, get up."
Hu Xiujie's cold voice suddenly sounded.
Xie Lan's heart skipped a beat, and he stood up silently against the sympathetic gazes of all the owls.
Hu Xiujie put down the lecture notes and said coldly: "I think you are becoming more and more unruly. How dare I talk to my neighbors in physics class?"
There was a dead silence all around, not even the birds chirping outside the window. Xie Lan took a deep breath silently, lowered her eyes and said, "I'm sorry, teacher."
"Don't tell me you're sorry! The teacher usually puts up with you because you're smart and hard-working, and he also feels sorry for you when you just returned to China and struggled with your studies, but that's how you learned? You don't go back to the dormitory, and you talk in class." Hu Xiujie said sternly: "Get out! Come to my office for an interview after class."
Che Ziming leaned back desperately, and moaned with a mosquito sound: "Don't worry, hurry up."
Yu Fei also said softly, "She is hard-spoken towards you and soft-hearted, so quickly admit her mistake."
Xie Lan didn't say a word, his eyes fell on the self-criticism that he was only a few hundred words away, and suddenly felt that the room was very hot, which made his mouth dry.
The milk tea is still on the side, but it has lost its allure.
Annoying, inexplicably annoying.
He whispered: "Sorry teacher, I shouldn't disturb the class, I'm going out."
As he spoke, he came out of his seat, thought for a while, folded up those few self-examination sheets, and took a pen.
Walking to the front of the podium, Xie Lan heard the sound of tables and chairs being dragged in the back row, and turned around to find that Dou Sheng also came out.
Hu Xiujie sneered, "One gets one free?"
Dou Sheng didn't stop, "Sorry teacher, I passed the note first."
Hu Xiujie: "..."
Suddenly someone in the suffocating class laughed. Xie Lan walked outside and heard Hu Xiujie reprimand: "Laugh, one of them has a perfect score in physics and the other is first in mathematics. Just laugh along with me."
So the classroom fell into dead silence again.
The door was closed, separating the aura inside the room from the outside, Xie Lan walked to the corridor window and took a deep breath.
Dou Sheng walked up to him with his pocket in his pocket, leaned lazily on the window sill, and sighed in a low voice, "I really admire you, come out as soon as you let me out, don't you want to be so obedient. I have stood for several classes this day ?"
As he spoke, he glanced at the paper Xie Lan was holding, with a more complicated expression, "I really don't forget to write your self-criticism wherever I go."
Xie Lan didn't know what to say, he was a little reluctant to speak out because of the inexplicable suffocation and irritability, so he leaned on the balcony and continued to write the inspection, and only whispered, "Why come out, it's none of your business. "
Dou Sheng's voice also revealed that he was not in a high mood: "I'm upset, come out to get some air."
Xie Lan paused at the tip of his pen.
Dou Sheng threw the ball of paper, and said he was upset, maybe Feng Miao wasn't the person he expected?
After a long time, Xie Lan resumed writing normally, and Zhuangruo asked unintentionally, "How do you know it's her?"
"Feng Miao." Dou Sheng propped his hands on the window sill and jumped up to sit down, just blocking the glare of Xie Lan's sunlight, "Her handwriting is quite recognizable, and she copies old Hu's homework on the blackboard every day. I'm familiar with it."
Xie Lan said, "Sorry, I thought I could add a video material, I knew I wouldn't be joking about it."
Dou Sheng smiled silently, "Prank material."
"Um."
"That can't be done like this." Dou Sheng smiled and sighed, "It seems that I still have to make a sample for you."
"Proofing?" Xie Lan was stunned, "What are you going to do?"
"Don't worry about it, you'd better be mentally prepared to be sprayed to pieces by Hu Xiujie." Dou Sheng said, "You are really brave, you dare to talk in physics class, even I dare not, only dare to write notes. "
Xie Lan was even more annoyed at the mention of this.
He would not usually do anything wrong in Hu Xiujie's class, today was purely a special situation. Although he couldn't tell what was special about it, in fact, it was a very small oolong, and it passed after tearing off the post-it note, but he just felt that the whole person was not well, and he felt a sense of anxiety from head to toe. Can't tell why.
"Write your self-criticism." Dou Sheng suddenly said indifferently: "I'll go to the playground to have a meeting."
"Ah?" Xie Lan said in astonishment, "Aren't you afraid that the teacher will come out?"
Dou Sheng had already walked out with his pockets in his pockets, "She told the students to get out, as long as they get out, it doesn't matter where they go. Be prepared to be scolded, I'll go buy some ice and come back."
Xie Lan hesitated, "Then I and you..."
Dou Sheng immediately refused: "Farewell. I'm in a bad mood, so I'll walk around by myself, and I'll teach you how to punish people when I come back after adjusting my mood."
Bad mood?
Xie Lan shrank back again, and after a long time, when Dou Sheng's figure almost disappeared at the end of the corridor, he made a low sound.
The review was very boring.
Xie Lan wrote mechanically until he turned the page and found that it was gone. Then he realized that he had finished writing on the prepared paper, and it was estimated that the number of words was reached. He didn't know what he wrote next, and he didn't bother to review it, so he just closed it casually.
Xie Lan folded up the review, let out a sigh of relief, and took out his phone casually.
He wandered around Station B, feeling a little numb to the skyrocketing data in the background, so he simply turned it off and poked Twitter.
Coincidentally, the QZFXR dialog box automatically jumped to the top the moment he clicked on the private message list-
QZFXR: /Disappointed.
An expression with the corners of the mouth down.
Xie Lan was a little surprised, and typed a reply: What's wrong? -
QZFXR: The mood is like a roller coaster (roller coaster) -
Silent Waves: Why? -
QZFXR: Sora was happy for a while, and it was only for five seconds-
QZFXR: Blame me for being too witty and straight, otherwise I would have been happier-
QZFXR: Oh, but you really can't think too much, you will lose-
QZFXR: It's just that people are very greedy. When God gives a gift, he will hope that the gift will be bigger and bigger, so big that it is unique in the world, and no one can match it except himself.
A series of crackling words made Xie Lan cloudy and foggy. He didn't understand what a straight ball meant. He subconsciously wanted to look it up, but he clicked on Baidu and gave up.
This will not be in the mood to comfort netizens.
The get out of class bell rang suddenly, and there was the sound of pushing and pulling tables and chairs in the room. Xie Lan immediately put the phone back in his pocket.
Sure enough, Hu Xiujie quickly pushed the door out, glanced at Xie Lan's lonely figure in the corridor, and snorted unsurprisingly.
"Come with me."
Xie Lan sighed silently, put the review in his pocket and followed her to the office.
Just like what Dou Sheng said, Hu Xiujie has no mercy. Xie Lan's review was thrown on the table by her. First, she was criticized for the number of words, and the last three pages were basically a copy of the first three pages. She also reprimanded him for learning all the bad habits before half a semester in school, and then letting him go like this. Not to mention the math competition, I won't be able to graduate even if I go back to elementary school tomorrow, and I will be finished in minutes.
Hu Xiujie scolded people at an astonishingly fast speed, every word was like a machine gun shooting at people's heads. In the end, Xie Lan's mind went blank, and he couldn't even listen to what she said.
Hu Xiujie choked in his throat, "Are you listening?"
Xie Lan looked at the desktop and said after a moment of silence, "I'm sorry teacher, can you scold me a little slower, I can't keep up."
"..."
There was a dead silence in the office for a few seconds, and then Hu Xiujie was suddenly annoyed by him.
She sighed, and finally calmed down and said, "I watched the video of you and Dou Sheng at noon. It was a good job, and I even organized other students to play together. Now that I am not in the third year of high school, the teacher does not completely object to you having extracurricular activities." .But you have to have a degree. After the activity is over, you should concentrate on studying. Students must know what their main job is, they must make progress, and they must not be disturbed by crooked ways and messy things, understand?"
"Yeah." Xie Lan nodded confusedly, "I understand, I understand your thoughts."
In fact, after pondering over and over again, he felt that the source of his anxiety was similar to that of Hu Xiujie.
Hu Xiujie didn't want him to violate discipline, because he was afraid that he would not study hard and ruin his main business. Just like in his heart, he vaguely doesn't want Dou Sheng to be involved in complicated interpersonal relationships. He is already busy making videos while studying, and he guesses that he is also afraid that Dou Sheng's UP career will be hindered.
Xie Lan's mind circled for a long time, and then said: "Teacher, don't worry, I will take good care of the students around me and let them focus on their business."
Hu Xiujie was stunned for a moment, and said in shock: "My God, do you understand what I said? Take care of yourself first!"
Xie Lan nodded again and again, "Understood. Do you have anything else to do? I want to go back and revise this review, and try to write it to your satisfaction."
Hu Xiujie's expression became numb, "No need, you can go quickly, go back and write the paper carefully, and we will see your performance later."
"Good teacher." Xie Lan immediately bowed to her, "Then I will take the review back first. It is not easy to write an essay, and it can be used as writing materials to accumulate."
Hu Xiujie: "..."
Xie Lan went back alone, the corridor of Class 4 was very empty, the next section was sports, and the owls should all be out by now.
He was going to put the review back on his seat, and then send a text message to ask where Dou Sheng was.
Walking to the door of the classroom, Xie Lan hadn't entered yet, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar skirt corner from the corner of her eye.
Feng Miao.
He paused on his toes and subconsciously shrank back.
There are not only Feng Miao, but also Dou Sheng in the classroom, just the two of them. Feng Miao stood on the podium to count the physics homework to be handed out, while Dou Sheng stood beside the blackboard.
After a long time, Dou Sheng said calmly: "You wrote the note, right?"
Xie Lan choked.
He seemed to have learned the word QZFXR said just now-"straight ball" without a teacher.
How can there be such a thing? After receiving the confession, I will ask it every other class.
Xie Lan felt her heart hanging in her throat, an indescribable tension. He instinctively felt that eavesdropping was impolite, but for some reason, he was just curious and wanted to hear what happened next.
After a while, Feng Miao hummed softly, "I wrote it."
"Sorry." Dou Sheng said immediately, "Thank you, but I think it's better to focus on other things."
In the afternoon, the classroom was empty and bright, and Dou Sheng's voice was the same as usual, low and breezy. I don't know if it's an illusion, but it seems to be more alienated than usual.
Feng Miao didn't say anything, Dou Sheng sighed again, "I'm really sorry, but don't write me notes in the future. Oh, it wasn't Xie Lan who said it, I guessed it based on the handwriting."
He didn't seem to intend to wait for the girl to return to him after saying this, turned around and walked to the seat with his hands in his pockets. Just as she sat down and took out her pen, Feng Miao suddenly asked softly, "Did you refuse so simply because you were afraid of delaying your studies, or because-"
"I have someone I like." Dou Sheng said lightly.
Xie Lan outside the door was startled.
The stuffy feeling came again, and he unconsciously frowned.
"Oh..." Feng Miao paused, "Hey, that's fine, then forget about what happened this afternoon, and you will be normal classmates from now on."
"Um."
Feng Miao took the water cup for physical education class, and asked without giving up: "Sorry, I still want to know, are you already with her?"
"No. People may not like me." Dou Sheng lowered his head to write, paused and replied lightly: "It's not a girl from our school, count... I met a few times in junior high school. I like him unilaterally."
The room was unreally quiet.
Xie Lan peeked in from the door, and his angle of view was just right enough to see the last row. Dou Sheng put down his pen, and casually pulled the pendant hanging from the zipper of the schoolbag on the window sill, lost in thought.
It was a pendant in the shape of a sycamore leaf. On the first day back to China, Xie Lan noticed it at the airport. At that time, the "scalp massager" that Che Ziming hung on Dou Sheng's schoolbag hooked his schoolbag strap, and when Dou Sheng took off the tattered bag, he even touched the little pendant soothingly.
Feng Miao was stunned for a while and then sighed: "You don't need to be so humble, do you? Oh, forget it, I didn't hear anything, I went to physical education class."
Dou Sheng didn't speak any more, he turned over his schoolbag casually, and started emptying it out of the window again.
Xie Lan avoided temporarily, and after Feng Miao left, Dou Sheng also went out after a while.
General subject A next door has already started class, Class 4 classroom is completely empty, and he is the only one in the corridor.
He couldn't tell what it was like in his heart, and suddenly broke the secret hidden in Dou Sheng's heart. As a good friend, he seemed to care about it, or enlighten him, but he just didn't want to mention it, and just wanted to pretend he didn't hear anything.
There is always an indescribable sense of loss.
He sighed softly, intending to put away the review and go out to class quickly.
However, when he walked to his seat, he inadvertently moved the notes on the table, and paused with his fingertips.
There is a pink post-it note on the physical note, not only pink, but also heart-shaped.
On it is Dou Sheng's clear handwriting--
Douzi Tricky (gu) class starts:
Do you smell burnt air? That's my heart burning for you.
Don't complain, hug me.
Xie Lan: "?"
The author has something to say: Doudan passed by the house, sighing in circles.
The one who was typing on the keyboard didn't care at first, but later he compromised.
She opened the door and said: Do you want to talk to me?
without. Doudan made a trip to the ground and said in a low voice, "Don't talk, just sigh."
It paused and said: Eggy is really a greedy creature.
Typing on the keyboard: Why do you say that?
Doudan looked at the ceiling and said in a low voice: Actually, it's quite happy to share a nest with Lazy.
However, I seem to be gradually dissatisfied with the relationship of roommates.