Million UP school god plays me every day

Coming home from the supermarket, as soon as Xie Lan entered, she saw a woman in a bathrobe wearing a facial mask, leaning on the sofa and applying nail polish.

The woman turned her head, spread her five fingers and waved at him, "Hi."

Xie Lan slammed on his feet.

who? ?

Dou Sheng shouted: "Mom."

Xie Lan suddenly realized, and waved to her in a daze, "Aunt Zhao."

"I don't recognize you after putting on the mask, why are you so cute?" Zhao Wenying stretched out her hand to maintain the mask, and giggled with her neck upturned.

Xie Lan was a little speechless and a little funny, standing at the door at a loss.

"Go in." Dou Sheng urged from behind: "Don't talk to her."

"Lanlan seems to be getting used to it pretty well. I heard that she and Douzi are in the same class." Zhao Wenying blew on her fingers, "By the way, I brought you a small gift."

Dou Sheng hummed and walked upstairs.

Xie Lan watched Zhao Wenying enter the bathroom, washed off the mask after a while, and asked in a low voice, "Aunt Zhao...have you contacted my dad?"

Zhao Wenying patted her face lightly with her fingers, "I'm in touch, about student status."

Xie Lan hummed, "Did he say anything else?"

"Is it okay for me to persuade you to go back?" Zhao Wenying smiled, "I'm just kidding. Your father is also angry, so I didn't mention it for the time being. I will tell you when he mentions it."

Only then did Xie Lan feel relieved.

This trip back to China, the resistance from Xie Jingming was smaller than expected. Ever since he booked the ticket, Xie Jingming had been helpless.He felt that it was impossible for Xie Lan to pass the domestic college entrance examination, and he would have to go back to England sooner or later.

There was a large cream-colored box on the table in the room.

Dou Sheng leaned against Xie Lan's doorway and said lazily, "What's your share, let's see."

"It's the same."

Dou Sheng snorted, "That's not necessarily true."

In the box were Chinese desserts called "Qing Tuan", peanut candies and soufflé cookies. Dou Sheng glanced at them and said, "There are a few more Qing Tuan than me. It's not bad, and it's not partial."

Xie Lan was about to close the box when he suddenly found something lying flat on the bottom of the box.

He pulled it out and looked, lost in confusion.

"Is this clothes?" Xie Lan frowned in confusion, feeling through the plastic packaging, "T-shirt? Why is this kind of packaging?"

Dou Sheng walked to the door and glanced back, and was amused on the spot.

Xie Lan: "?"

"You can see it just by looking at it. This is proof that Ms. Zhao Wenying loves you." Dou Sheng's voice moved from room to room, "Long johns, worn in jeans."

long johns?

Xie Lan hesitantly tore open the packing bag and shook off the pair of pants.

Cotton, grey, fitted.

soft.

"..."

A handsome guy can't wear this.

I was a little tired after a day of tutoring on Saturday.

The whole morning of Chinese lectures on the composition of the college entrance examination, from how to examine the questions and ideas, to several discussion structures, selection of examples, organization logic... The teacher explained very clearly, and Xie Lan can still keep up.What was depressing was the biology in the afternoon, with a lot of unfamiliar vocabulary, it was very difficult to listen to and read. Later, Xie Lan gave up listening to the lecture and directly looked up the materials in the dictionary.

As soon as I got home, I heard the sound of the kitchen, and there was a familiar smell in the air.

Xie Lan was startled, changed his slippers and walked to the kitchen door.

Dou Sheng is making sauce.

The small fire is gurgling, and the tomato meat sauce is sweet and rich, very attractive.

Xie Lan regained his energy all of a sudden, "How about waiting for me to do it together?"

Dou Sheng glanced at him, "I'm afraid you will blow up the kitchen."

Xie Lan: ""

"It's just Bolognese, right." Dou Sheng poked at the recipe displayed on the tablet computer on the wall, "I just added your two little tricks into it, and it's ready right away."

Hearing this, Xie Lan glanced at the yogurt box, two-thirds of it was left.

"You have to let it all go." He sighed, "It's tasteless if you let it go."

"No need?" Dou Sheng said weakly: "This big box is 250 grams, I think you just want to poison me to death."

Xie Lan was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so she put the yogurt directly on the top of the pot, mixed it all in, scraped it with a spoon, and stirred it gently.

silky.

"It must be delicious, you have to believe me."

"..."

Dou Sheng's complexion began to change.

Xie Lan scooped up some and tasted it, "The taste is similar. Do you have steak pie or fried fish at home?"

Dou Sheng looked at him faintly, "Are you going to look up to the stars?"

"What kind of pie?" Xie Lan didn't understand, "If you have it, eat it with meat sauce, otherwise it will be a bit salty."

"...No need." Dou Sheng sighed and said in a low voice: "He can't bear any more."

Xie Lan took a second sip, confused and asked, "Him?"

"It's nothing."

Dou Sheng turned off the fire and started the pot, "I'll go back to my room and record it, don't knock on my door tonight."

Xie Lan watched him put the disc, "Can I watch you record it?"

"No." Dou Sheng resolutely refused, "ASMR needs to reduce noise, it's inconvenient to have one more person in the room."

Also.

Xie Lan was about to say something when Dou Sheng suddenly said, "Oh yes, I found something for you to do."

"Ok?"

"Slip of mouth, I bought you something." Dou Sheng put down the bowl, "It's on the sofa."

Xie Lan went out with him, only to find a big cardboard box on the sofa, and when he reached out to move it, it didn't move at all.

"what?"

Dou Sheng casually used a courier knife to cut open the carton, "Some ingenious things that enrich your after-school life and avoid your excess energy, I placed an order overnight yesterday, and it will arrive today, tsk."

A box full of books.

Xie Lan was a little confused and pulled out the above few books.

"How to Teach Foreigners to Learn Chinese"

"Learning Chinese for Foreigners: A Comparison of 1700 Pairs of Synonyms"

"A Study of Chinese Grammatical Errors"

"Foreigners Learning Chinese Grammar Must-Read"

"Learn Chinese with Me Comprehensive Textbook"

"Tips for Learning Chinese"

This is just the tip of the iceberg.

Xie Lan's pupils began to dilate.

Dou Sheng smiled kindly, "Here, in fact, this is how it is..."

He spoke slowly, "I had a nightmare in the middle of the night last night. I dreamed of a child with an IQ of 180. Gauss was alive. He was a disciple of Euclid. After a lot of hard work, he won the Nobel Prize in Mathematics. percentage."

Xie Lan was stunned.

Dou Sheng asked him, "Do you know which kid this is?"

Xie Lan: "..."

Dou Sheng patted on the box, and said happily: "Study hard, I'm going back to the house to record the video."

Xie Lan stood on the ground numb for 5 minutes before recovering.

The first floor was already empty, and Dou Sheng returned to the room with the pot of red meat sauce. In the empty house, only Xie Lan and these heavy cultural fruits accumulated over 5000 years remained.

After a long time of hesitation, Xie Lan took out the "Comparison of 1700 Pairs of Synonyms" and slowly walked up the stairs.

His mind was a little blank, and when he walked to the door of Dou Sheng's house, he subconsciously stepped lightly.

There was a faint hissing sound in the room. It is estimated that the meat sauce is too hot, and it needs to be eaten with a small spoonful.

It is less than seven o'clock in the evening, and it is estimated that it will take two hours to eat that big pot.

Xie Lan sighed, took the book and walked back to her room lightly.

1700 Pairs of Synonyms This book is terrible.

Xie Lan flipped through it casually, and the first group he saw made people feel confused:

[Manipulation] and [Operation].

The former means to control mechanical instruments, while the latter means to control certain procedures to operate as required.

The exercises are to check the word collocations: ~machine, ~market, ~army, behind the scenes~, by bad guys~

Seeing the last "bad guy", Xie Lan's first reaction was Dou Sheng.

Intuition told him that it should be "manipulated by Dou Sheng", but after carefully studying the definition of words, he felt that it should be "manipulated by Dou Sheng."

It's all about what.

After reading in a daze all night, he finally fell asleep on the bed listening to the news broadcast in the earphones.

I don't know if he was cursed by Dou Sheng, but Xie Lan really had a nightmare that night.

In the dream, his mother was holding his hand in the ward before she died.

The organ failure was sudden, Xie Jingming was stopped by the damn traffic in London, and only her son was with her to the end.

Xie Lan remembered that her mother gave a lot of instructions in detail, but her voice was as broken as her consciousness.Only the last sentence, a very low and light whisper, he could hear clearly.

"Actually, I'm a little homesick."

"It's been a long time since I went back."

Xie Lan woke up with a start, the room was pitch black, he was lying on the bed without a quilt, his body was blown cold by the air conditioner.

Sitting up, he felt a drop of cold water slide down his cheeks and into his neck. He raised his hand to wipe it away in a daze, and then realized that he was crying in his dream.

The phone is out of battery and turned off, and I don't know the time.

After a long time, Xie Lan sighed softly, fumbled to charge his phone, and wanted to go out to get some air.

The clock on the aisle wall on the second floor pointed to 2:15, and it was already midnight.

Xie Lan stared at the hour hand for a while before realizing that an old floor lamp in the corridor was on, and it was those dim lights that illuminated the dial.

Then, he heard footsteps under the stairs.

Dou Sheng held the water glass in one hand, and kept running the other hand along his chest. When he reached the top of the stairs, he looked up and saw Xie Lan, and was stunned for a while.

"Didn't sleep?"

"woke up?"

They both spoke at the same time.

Then Dou Sheng drank his saliva, and said speechlessly: "I drank a big bowl of meat sauce, and I got heartburn. What about you?"

"I had a not-so-good dream." Xie Lan still had a bit of emptiness in his mind after a nightmare, and he murmured after a long time, "What does heartburn mean?"

Dou Sheng said, "Did you have a nightmare?"

He stood two steps away and looked at him.The dim yellow light cast a shadow on Dou Sheng's face. He stood with half of his body in the shadow and half of his body under the light. Perhaps because of the scattered light and shadow, his usually cold or smirking black eyes looked a little gentle.

Dou Sheng came over, switched the cup from right to left, and raised his hand above Xie Lan's head.

Xie Lan looked up in a daze, before he could see the palm of his hand, he felt a slight pressure on his head.

"Touch your fur, it won't scare you." Dou Sheng said in a soft voice like coaxing a child, repeated it three times, then withdrew his hand and muttered in a low voice: "You are so old, you still have nightmares.

"Can't I have nightmares when I grow up?" Xie Lan asked.

Dou Sheng muttered the same thing, put down his glass and said, "You wait."

Xie Lan stood there, watching him push open the bedroom door, took out an iron box from the bedside table, and opened it.

After a while, Dou Sheng came over and handed him a sycamore leaf.

This time it is not a dead leaf, it should be a fresh leaf that has been picked and coated with some preservatives. Although it has been stored for a long time, it has turned yellow, but it is soft when pinched.

"Put this under your pillow." Dou Sheng muttered, "To ward off evil spirits."

Xie Lan was a little surprised. He had heard of some folk customs, but he didn't expect that sycamore leaves would have this effect.

"Of course not." Dou Sheng said, "I made this up."

Xie Lan: "...?"

"But as long as you believe it, you can sleep better." Dou Sheng muttered twice, "Hurry up and go back to sleep."

Xie Lan was in a daze, and went back to the door of the room in a daze, only to remember.

"What do you mean by heartburn?" he asked. "Isn't that pate bad?"

Dou Sheng paused at the door, as if a little hesitant.

After a long time, he said, "It's delicious. It's heartburn. I feel warm in my heart after eating it, like a cluster of small flames."

"Oh." Xie Lan breathed a sigh of relief, and hooked the corners of his lips, "That's fine, I'm afraid you won't be used to it."

Going back to the house and closing the door, the next door soon fell silent.

But probably because someone said a few words, Xie Lan felt that the bedroom was not as empty and dead as before. When the phone was charged and turned on, the dream just now seemed to have gone away.

He poked open the small pink TV APP, and a small 1 was lit up in the animation.

@爱吃饭的MR.X contributed a video.

The time is 5 minutes ago.

Cutting video is pretty fast.

Xie Lan put on the earphones and clicked play, and the sound of chewing meat sauce came from the earphones soon.

Viscous, rich, and somewhat juicy.The voice went from the left ear to the right ear, and became binaural again, as if it penetrated the whole head.

Dou Sheng's ASMR shooting is very professional, worthy of 150 million fans.Xie Lan has seen four to five million followers of ASMR producers on Youtube, but the level is not much higher than that of Dou Sheng.

After watching it for a while, he was coaxed into a little sleepiness by the sound of chewing, and was about to turn off his phone, but the picture in the video flashed for a moment.

It was a shot that was not cut cleanly. In previous videos, the shot of reaching for food would be cut out. The only thing in view is the food on the table and the elbows on the table.

But in this shot, the UP master showed his hand.

Xie Lan paused with her fingertips, pressed pause, and sat up slowly.

It was a pair of slender white hands with clear knuckles.

It is very similar to Dou Sheng's hands.

But, it wasn't Dou Sheng's hand.