Wulin No.1 Middle School

Few of the people Yu Tingfeng came into contact with since he was a child were normal. They either played with people's hearts or had no hearts.

So he was a little surprised to meet Song Zhaolan who was so heartless and waited alone all night because of a promise.

"Why don't you call me?" Yu Tingfeng said, "Don't you have my WeChat?"

"I forgot to take my mobile phone with me." Song Zhaolan said, "Who knew you didn't come."

Yu Tingfeng knew that he was wrong, and felt a little guilty for no reason, and then he thought that he was a murderous devil without blinking an eye, so guilty.

"Remember to bring your mobile phone when you go out in the future. Look at these people, who is not looking at their mobile phones all the time?" After Yu Tingfeng finished speaking, he beat himself up in his heart again, reminding the devil, how can he not know at his age ?

Song Zhaolan: "Oh, I see."

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

You really don't know?

Yu Tingfeng pondered for a moment, then asked: "Then how about we start the competition again, go now, you decide the location."

"I don't have time, I should go to the classroom for a meeting." Song Zhaolan glanced at the time, turned around and left, but was grabbed by the other party's wrist.

"Is there anything else?"

Yu Tingfeng didn't know why he was so cheap, he let go of his hand, and pointed to the back of his hand: "What's wrong here?"

Song Zhaolan raised his hand and looked at it. There were two or three red and swollen spots on the back of Bai Jing's hand, which were very obvious. He replied, "I was bitten by a mosquito last night. The mosquitoes in the mountains are more severe."

"fine?"

"It's okay, I'm often bitten." Song Zhaolan was used to the mosquitoes in the mountains when she was young and didn't care.

Yu Tingfeng: "No, I mean, you are bleeding from scratching."

Song Zhaolan: "It's okay, I won't die."

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

 …

At the class meeting, Wu Chenggang began to explain the arrangements for the examination room for the monthly examination the day after tomorrow, as well as some precautions.

The examination room is arranged according to the grades. This is the first large-scale examination after the school starts. The teachers are more nervous than the students. They come to the classroom in turn and tell them to answer the questions carefully! Make good use of the method of elimination! Do the next question first if you don’t know how to do it! Write your name and test number on the test paper as soon as you get it!

Xue Canming quickly wrote it down in his notebook, and after the meeting, he said in the small group: "My friends, I think this battle seems to be very big, and we are going to do something big!"

Yu Xiaohui put her arms around her chest and said coldly, "I don't have the 2B pencil that the teacher said."

"I'll buy it for everyone later, I have plenty of money." Wu Xiaoyu immediately contracted the business.

Song Zhaolan immediately said, "I don't have any biscuits either."

Xue Canming subconsciously asked: "Is the biscuit related to our exam?"

Wu Xiaoyu waved his hand: "It doesn't matter, buy it!"

"Then I want one too." After Xue Canming finished speaking, he didn't know what to think, suddenly bent down, and whispered cautiously, "We have changed all the seats this time, and I heard that there will be many people from other classes coming to Class A for the exam. And we are also very likely to encounter the Demon Cult, so we have to be careful, and we will definitely not be bullied."

Yu Xiaohui clenched her fists: "Okay."

Xue Canming looked at the calm Zhao Mingdeng again: "Master Mingdeng, do you think we are sure about the monthly exam? What should we do?"

Zhao Mingdeng picked up a pen: "Look, do you see anything?"

Xue Canming was quiet for a while, and suddenly realized: "I understand. Master, are you saying that everything depends on human effort, as long as we hold the pen tightly, we can write like a god, a **** who can change fate?"

"No." Zhao Mingdeng shook his head.

"That is?"

Song Zhaolan glanced at it, and said, "He means that his gel pen has no refill, Wu Xiaoyu, please help him get one."

Zhao Mingdeng smiled shyly.

"..." Xue Canming didn't know what came to his mind, he turned his head and asked Song Zhaolan, "Have you reviewed it?"

Song Zhaolan: "No, I don't know what to test, I went to bed very early last night."

The students around immediately scoffed, not believing it, and said with a smile: "How can a top student revise, even if he revises, he won't tell us."

Xue Canming and others looked at Song Zhaolan in disbelief: "You lied to us? Say, did you secretly review?"

Song Zhaolan: "I really didn't review."

Everyone: "We don't believe it!"

Song Zhaolan: "..."

It's exam day soon.

After breakfast, everyone took the test supplies and walked to their respective test rooms. However, most of the people in class A didn't need to change the examination room, only the last ten or so people left, and the last one was Wu Xiaoyu.

Wu Xiaoyu was originally not admitted to Wulin No. 1 Middle School, but his family was rich, so they sent him in in the name of subsidizing the teaching building.

According to the results, Wu Xiaoyu had to go to class F for the exam.

Yu Xiaohui: "Brother Wu, take care, there will be a date later."

Xue Canming: "Xiaoyu, fall into the devil's lair, be careful, don't let them bully you, report any problems to the organization in time, the organization will come to rescue you!"

Zhao Mingdeng: "Amitabha, life is like living in a forest of thorns. If the heart is not moving, people will not move rashly. If the heart is not moving, people will not be hurt."

Wu Xiaoyu was quite touched by the kind send-off and exhortations of his teammates. They sent him to the second floor, and the gate of Class F was in front of him.

He looked at Song Zhaolan: "Is there anything else the leader wants to order?"

Song Zhaolan patted him on the shoulder and said in a deep voice, "Three shorts and one long are the longest, and three longs and one short are the shortest."

Wu Xiaoyu clasped his fists together: "Thank you, Leader, for your enlightenment!"

"One more thing." Song Zhaolan whispered something in his ear, Wu Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, then nodded, agreeing.

Walking into the classroom of Class F, Wu Xiaoyu took a vigilant look at the situation inside. A group of Demon Cultists in the corner suddenly became quiet, and the two sides looked at each other.

The keen students seemed to have noticed something was wrong, so they looked around.

At this time, Yu Tingfeng walked in from the door, pushed Wu Xiaoyu who was blocking the way aside, and stood on the podium to announce a big event: "I will at least pass the 40th place in the class this time, you can figure it out."

Wu Xiaoyu didn't quite understand, didn't he rely on himself? Why should others figure it out.

Soon he understood.

Not long after the exam started, the people in the exam room became restless.

As soon as the invigilator lowered his head, a ball of paper flew past Wu Xiaoyu's eyes and landed on Yu Tingfeng's desk.

Wu Xiaoyu thought that everyone was at the same level, so why did they still cheat on each other?

He observed for a while, and found that all the **** of paper came from the same direction—the right guardian of the Demon Cult.

The right protector, Fabin, closed his eyes, opened and closed his mouth, chanting unspeakable incantations, as if performing a pious prayer ceremony, and then clasped his hands and shook them.

Wu Xiaoyu has long heard about Guardian You's fortune-telling skills. Once another cult appeared in the Jianghu. A decent person is having a headache, but who knows that the right protector of the Devil's Cult actually calculated the seat of the lair, and the Devil's Cult went to destroy that evil sect first.

Thinking of this, Wu Xiaoyu became even more curious about the Great Immortal. He lay down on the table and fixed his eyes on the back protector. Then, he saw the right protector spread his palm, threw an eraser on the table, and copied Lower the letters on the eraser.

Wu Xiaoyu: ...?

Wait, that's not fortune-telling at all, isn't it just randomly selecting answers? Just such an answer, and you still have to go to great lengths to send it to Yu Tingfeng?

Wu Xiaoyu couldn't understand it until the last note was accidentally thrown by one of his men and fell on his desk.

Wu Xiaoyu: "..."

Never in his life had he faced such a difficult choice.

The answer is right in front of him, to see or not to see?

Whether you look at it or not, we decent people definitely don't care about the things of the Devil's Cult, and the magic stick is just an eraser thrown at random!

But... what if it is really the result of practice? As long as he takes a look, he can go to class A to take the exam with his friends next time, right?

When his heart was suffering, Yu Tingfeng kicked him on the back.

This kick really hit Wu Xiaoyu's heart, Zhengchou couldn't make a choice, since you are unkind, don't blame me for being unrighteous!

He squeezed the ball of paper in his hand, looked at the invigilator in front of him guilty of guilt, and unfolded it quickly when the other party lowered his head. He was startled at first, and then frowned deeply.

He thought of the last sentence Song Zhaolan had just told him, so he picked up a pen and wrote it down on the paper.

"Hand over the note." The invigilator sitting at the back suddenly stood beside him and stretched out his hand.

"..." Wu Xiaoyu handed it in silently.

The Devil's Cultist looked at him bitterly, anxiously and angrily, suspecting that he was the teacher's undercover agent.

The invigilator unfolded the note, showing the same expression as Wu Xiaoyu, first startled, then deeply frowned.

The content above is not an answer, but a chat record—

Liu Zhuizhui: Guardian Right, are you there?

Right Protector: Yes.

Liu Zhuizhui: Is everyone there? So boring, let's chat.

Sun Yicheng: Alright, when will you be able to finish the Right Protector, we are very anxious to wait.

Right Protector: It will be ready soon, please wait a moment, everyone can discuss what to eat later. Boss, what do you want to eat?

Yu Tingfeng: What is there to discuss? What kind of delicious food can this poor place have, and you can’t eat a full banquet? It’s really boring.

Sun Yicheng: Pass it on, the boss wants to eat a full feast, life is really boring.

Zhang Wei: Pass it on, the boss wants to eat, or he will die.

Subordinate A: Pass it on, the boss wants to die.

Wu Xiaoyu: The leader said that you can submit the papers in advance to grab the small canteen. The new dishes are delicious.

Invigilator:? ? ?

The author has something to say:

Invigilator: Destroy the earth, this examination room is hopeless.

The Demon Cultist: Pass it on, and the earth will be gone.