SilentWaves' identity was revealed. Once he returned to school, the whole class of owls stared at Xie Lan with an extremely malicious smile.

I just watched Xie Lan.

He originally walked into the classroom with a joke with Dou Sheng, but after half a minute, he completely lost his expression.

As he looked down at his homework, Che Ziming suddenly leaned back, "Lan, look at me."

Xie Lan looked up at the truth without knowing the truth, and the screen in front of him flashed, capturing the photo of Che Ziming and him.

Che Ziming smiled, "I want to send it to my grandma, and she has also read your hot searches."

Dou Sheng snorted from the side, "The old lady is quite up to date with the times, aren't she confused?"

"It's done occasionally, but it's still like that." Che Zi waved his hand and stood up to ask Xie Lan for math homework, "What about you, Xilandou?"

Xie Lan paused hard on the tip of the pen, and the beads fell off, and a large drop of oil spread on the paper.

The fist is hard.

Dou Sheng coughed twice with joy, "Now."

It wasn't very peaceful that night I returned to school.

Lao Qin, who was watching self-study, patrolled behind Xie Lan when he was not paying attention, and then raised his cell phone to take selfies silently with him.

When Xie Lan turned around, he was almost scared to death by the intimate photo of himself and Lao Qin on the screen.

“…”

This craze for fun playful memes lasted for almost a week.

After finally staying up to the weekend, fans were calling for new videos, but Xie Lan put twelve words on the introduction.

"The end of the period is approaching, business is suspended, and updates are as they please."

It is said that fans miss each other and cause disaster.

Dou Sheng recently became addicted to a card game. He drew cards for a while on the weekend. During this period, he guaranteed that Xie Lan did not withdraw from the station with anger, so he barely managed to deal with the depressed fans.

June brought a scorching sun. The first weekly test results came out. Xie Lan did well in the exam, and his Chinese language reached 80, and he took another step up to a very small extent.

One afternoon, everyone else went to the cafeteria, and he and Dou Sheng stayed in their seats without moving.

Xie Lan was reading a classical Chinese language when he suddenly heard Dou Sheng say casually: "Hey, the web page of "The Strings Boy" is voting, you are going to catch up with Mr. Jiada."

"Um?"

Xie Lan looked up, her eyes were blank for a while, and she was suddenly shocked, "Catch up with it?"

Dou Sheng smiled, "That's right, Jiada didn't mention this before. He posted a Weibo last night, so today the votes exceeded yours again. You guys bite each other very much now."

Xie Lan posted the voting page. At this moment, Jiada still had a high vote, but the difference was not big. Both of them were in the order of millions, and Jiada had 30,000 more votes than him.

During the last public opinion period, the organizer wanted to reduce the fluctuations in the number of votes caused by public opinion, and after careful consideration, the selection system was upgraded. The voting score accounted for 70% of the weight. Finally, there was an additional round of interviews. I don’t know who it was biased towards.

Dou Sheng sighed, "Jiada's leading industry has a big fan base. The voting period is 28 days, and now you are almost halfway through you before you can catch up."

Interviews may not necessarily have an advantage. No matter how you compete with an outsider, it is illusory no matter how you think.

But this opportunity is really good.

Xie Lan lowered his head and continued to write two strokes. He felt a little disappointed and said softly: "Forget it, let it go."

Dou Sheng sighed, "It's a pity that this million."

Xie Lan paused his pen, "How many?"

"One million." Dou Sheng raised his eyebrows, "One million is the commission for the editor-in-chief this time. It is a pleasant cooperation and it is possible to take on subsequent episode productions, which is not just one million. You won't know, right?"

Xie Lan's face was confused.

One million is equivalent to receiving three or four commercial manuscripts. According to the promotion of each four videos, one must work diligently for half a year.

Dou Sheng laughed, "There were three big words 'I want' on someone's face."

"Of course I want to, at least I don't have to worry about it during college." Xie Lan was stunned, "Why are there so many?"

"It's a music-themed animation. The official wants to hype it up with OP promotion. The early stage of the election is also for the sake of popularity." Dou Sheng slid his fingertips on the screen, "The interview needs to be

Let’s see what’s going on in the summer vacation.”

That's all.

"Help me watch the vote count." Xie Lan's heart was still a little irreducible.

Dou Sheng smiled and turned the pen, hitting the tip of the pen on the paper one by one, teasing: "Don't be stressed. Even if you are poor after going to college, you can share a piece of bread with your boyfriend."

Xie Lan had no expression on his face for a second, "No, this is the unyielding spirit of the violinist."

Dou Sheng reached out and gently squeezed his cheek, "It's so awesome, senior."

Xie Lan frowned and opened his hand. Dou Sheng smiled and stopped, and pulled the wrinkled collar casually.

When the wind blew, Xie Lan's ear tips were a little red.

The green collar of my heart is endless.

The young man's pen nib was slashing across the paper in a hurry, copying this poem into the accumulation book.

The college entrance examination was two days off, and after the exam, the senior high school officially left school. The student union was silent for a long time and finally came to the Bo club activity.

Xie Lan didn't take it seriously at first, but suddenly accepted a WeChat message.

-Rong Xinxin: God, tomorrow, the small playground stall will be set up at dinner time, so you can sit for an hour?

Xie Lan was confused at the WeChat for a while and asked politely: Are you?

-Rongxinxin:?

-Rong Xinxin: Your dear president of the debate club, you haven't organized an event for only two months, have you forgotten me?

Xie Lan: "..."

It's only a few months in a semester.

He was tranced at the WeChat for a long time before he dug out the words Rong Xinxin from his memory two months ago.

First recruit all the people, and compete in June to complete the KPI of the club activities this semester.

Xie Lan hesitated for a moment and typed and asked: What do I need to do?

-Rong Xinxin: Sitting there and being a living sign.

Live sign, serious?

How funny is Xie Lan's Chinese language skills? It has been circulated in English and Chinese. If the debate club takes him out as a signboard, who can attract?

Just as he was speechless, Rong Xinxin sent another one: As long as you recruit sixteen people and can form four debate teams, I will abdicate to you.

Dou Sheng came back from outside and placed the milk tea with a slight air conditioning on Xie Lan's table, "What are you looking at?"

Xie Lan stood up and let him in, "What does chant mean?"

"Zang Rang?" Dou Sheng thought for a while, "Abdicate? The pronunciation of Fan is the same as Fan. It means that the old emperor gave the throne to the new emperor before he died."

Xie Lan suddenly pinched his phone.

"It's over, she really wants to pass it on to me." Xie Lan frowned and said, "The debate club is going to recruit new ones, but the event is not done. I will ask me to be the president when I come up. Why do I think this is so wrong?"

Dou Sheng smiled when he heard this, "There is nothing wrong. The British and Chinese clubs just can't be organized. Every president was deceived and kidnapped by the previous one. He couldn't get off the pirate ship until the next person was fooled. Do you know why you didn't spread other members?"

Xie Lan was silent for a moment and said quietly: "Because other members already know the real situation."

Dou Sheng shivered with a trembling smile, his dark eyes filled with the bright afternoon sunshine. He leaned into his ear and whispered: "Smart, boyfriend."

Xie Lan's cheeks were a little red and hot because of the sun by the window, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Aren't you ready to improve your Chinese language at the beginning?" Dou Sheng smiled and said, "Do you still improve when dealing with these people with a spoiled relationship?"

Xie Lan: "..."

If he recruits sixteen people, he will quit the club.

No, if you have to recruit seventeen people, you have to recruit a president.

The next day, there were still ten minutes before supper, Xie Lan and Lao Ma asked for leave and came out in advance.

There were about ten tables on the playground of Ying and Medium-sized Chinese and Chinese, one club at a time. It is said that the student union ranked according to the size of the club. Xie Lan walked back and walked to the last table in the corner, and finally saw the pitiful "Yinghua Debate Club" table sign, and Rong Xinxin himself sitting behind the table.

Xie Lan was in a low spirit, "Are we really that bad?"

Rong Xinxin raised her head from the paper, "Defending is a spirit, a love, and there is no need to measure anything else. Hey, you

Please help me see how to solve this math problem?"

“…”

confuse.

Xie Lan helped her solve a math problem, sat behind the table, and sighed.

The melodious bell rang. In less than half a minute, a huge team flocked to the teaching building, boys and girls rushed to the cafeteria with a hundred meters of sprinting - running straight through the stalls on the small playground, and rushing straight to the canteen along the romantic sycamore tree-lined road.

Xie Lan sighed again.

"Relax, great god." Rong Xinxin continued to look at the math paper, "I have to wait for them to finish their meal."

Yu Guangli broke in with a familiar and beautiful hand and placed a bag of M notes on the table.

"I'm here to visit the set." Dou Sheng said with a smile: "Send meals by the way."

Rong Xinxin then raised her head, pulled a stool from the side, kicked her unruly, "Sit down."

Xie Lan whispered to Dou Sheng: "I guess there will be no one."

Dou Sheng smiled, "Isn't that just right? You old members have fooled until the end of this semester. It's great that the students will automatically disband you in the third year of high school."
To be continued...