Wulin No.1 Middle School

The students in class A found the recent changes a bit strange. Why do the **** in class E keep running to class A?

For good students, they are very afraid of being with these unemployed people. Between the two, there seems to be a natural moat, which does not interfere with each other, and the well water does not interfere with the river water.

But in the past few days, the **** in class E actually took the initiative to break the boundaries, and ran to class A every now and then.

Someone reported this situation to the get out of class monitor, and felt that seeing this group of people after class was a bit unacceptable, which affected the mood of learning.

The squad leader is also very helpless, she can't tell those **** to stay away, otherwise she will definitely be retaliated against.

So the squad leader went to the deputy squad leader, that is, Song Zhaolan, to reflect the situation.

"Song Zhaolan, what are those people looking for you for?" the monitor asked.

"Find me a question." Song Zhaolan was solving a math problem, his expression almost frozen on the problem.

"I'm looking for trouble for you?!" The class leader was startled, and immediately wanted to respond to the teacher's question, not to mention that Song Zhaolan was a member of Class A, his handsome face completely washed away the ugly appearance of top students. Being wronged is simply a rare face of Class A!

"No, they are asking me to study the above questions." Song Zhaolan really couldn't solve it, "Help me, how to do this question?"

The squad leader was flattered and took it over to look at it for a while, and said with a look of surprise: "This is a high-level math, and you are doing this kind of problem?"

"Well, what's wrong?"

"It's amazing." The squad leader turned his head and informed the others, "Song Zhaolan is already doing high math problems. What does it mean that someone who is smarter than you works harder than you? That's it!"

"Really, is it so powerful?"

"Oh, then I have to hurry up and read the book."

"This time I want to take the first place in the exam, surpassing Song Zhaolan!"

The morale of the people in class A suddenly soared, and they all read the book.

And Song Zhaolan also learned from the class monitor that advanced mathematics is a knowledge only learned in college, that is to say, for them now, it is beyond the standard.

He went to Class E with the questions and called out Geng Yiming: "Where did you get these questions?"

Geng Yiming scratched his head in a daze: "Ah? I took it from my sister's desk. I said she wanted to study, so she made a book for her. What's the matter, is there any problem?"

"Yes." Song Zhaolan opened the title page, "Since it is your sister's book, why did you sign your name here?"

"Ah, I'm used to it. As soon as I got the book, I couldn't help signing it." Geng Yiming quickly took his book.

"Also, these are the knowledge of the university, you should read the books in the elementary school first."

Everyone around laughed out loud, Geng Yiming looked around coldly, everyone was silent one after another, and then he said respectfully: "Okay, everything will be done according to the boss's order!"

Seeing this, Sun Yicheng, who was playing in the corridor, ran into the classroom with disdain: "Boss, Boss, that fellow Song Zhaolan is here again."

Hearing this, Yu Tingfeng glanced at the math paper, got up and was about to meet him, when Sun Yicheng continued, "I'm here to see Geng Yiming from the next class again."

Yu Tingfeng paused: "Who are you talking about?"

"Song Zhaolan."

"Who are you looking for?"

"Geng Yiming." Sun Yicheng pointed to the left side of his face, "The guy with the scar here, who has been dragged like something all day long, is now pretending to be a grandson in front of Song Zhaolan. I really don't know what kind of trick Song Zhaolan is using."

"Go away." Yu Tingfeng rushed away expressionlessly.

"Ah?" Sun Yicheng glanced at him cautiously, "Boss, you seem to be a little angry recently."

Yu Tingfeng glanced at him, his eyes lost all warmth.

"Little brother is resigning!" Sun Yicheng immediately pretended to be his grandson, and he could afford to hide if he couldn't be provoked.

Yu Tingfeng continued to read the papers. The various permutations and combinations looked like heavenly books, and he was inexplicably irritable. He threw the papers away, got up and walked out of the classroom, and witnessed the scene where Song Zhaolan recommended basic books to Geng Yiming.

It is recommended for elementary school.

Why? Since the textbooks for junior high school were given to him, there is nothing left to give to others. Should I give them to elementary school?

Yu Tingfeng pushed Song Zhaolan away with his shoulder, and said coldly, "Don't get in the way."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Song Zhaolan stepped aside, pulled Geng Yiming aside by the way, and continued to speak.

Yu Tingfeng was even angrier!

No, I have to find a way to make Song Zhaolan sober. They are people from the same world, and the others are just passers-by. Maybe they can return to the original world in the future.

After making up his mind, Yu Tingfeng walked out of the toilet, went straight to Class E, squeezed into the crowd of onlookers, and was about to speak, but found that Song Zhaolan had left. At this time, the head teacher of Class E was standing at the door, talking to Geng Yiming and the group: "You've been quite obedient these days, and you've even started to read books. I heard that you are very close to Song Zhaolan from Class A?"

Geng Yiming nodded: "Well, didn't you want us to learn from him?"

"That's right. You can only learn well if you get close to good students. This is a good job." The head teacher praised.

Geng Yiming hadn't heard the teacher praise him for many years, and he was a little shy for a while, but he didn't show it on the surface: "Don't worry, we are good friends with Song Zhaolan now."

Yu Tingfeng glanced at him, and stood aside without speaking.

The head teacher said again: "Very well, I just plan to go to the head teacher of class A to discuss the matter of class pairing tutoring, and try to let you get in touch with good students."

"That's good, we're only paired with Song Zhaolan!" Geng Yiming emphasized.

"Okay, but we have to ask their homeroom teacher and Fendi himself for their opinion first. Besides, if you dare to bully him, I won't let you off easily," said the homeroom teacher.

Geng Yiming: "No, no, absolutely not, we will definitely take good care of him!"

Yu Tingfeng swaggered through them, bumped a person with his shoulder, and returned to the classroom with a displeased expression on his face. He was not happy to see anyone, but he was even more unhappy to see Ma Jingyang.

After one class, Ma Jingyang found that Yu Tingfeng was fine and stared at his face with a sneer, subconsciously suspecting that he was here to avenge his mother.

"Come with me to the office." After class, Ma Jingyang knocked on his desk.

After coming to the office, Ma Jingyang asked, "Do you have any opinion on me?"

"Have."

"What? Tell me, as long as it's not too much, I can change it." Ma Jingyang sat upright.

"Why don't you discuss pairing tutoring with the head teacher of Class A?" Yu Tingfeng curled his lips, "You are too useless."

After a long while, Ma Jingyang came to his senses and said with a smile, "Why, don't you want to study with the students in Class A?"

"I didn't say that." Yu Tingfeng looked up at the ceiling.

"It's good if you have such an idea." Ma Jingyang smiled gratifiedly, "It's just that your foundation is too poor, the head teacher of Class A will definitely not agree, let the students of Class A come to do pairing tutoring for you, isn't that right? Put the cart before the horse. Tell me, do you think you guys really have the confidence to become pillars?"

Yu Tingfeng's face changed slightly: "You look down on us?"

"It's not that I look down on you. It's everyone's opinion. Class F is the most hopeless class." Ma Jingyang said with a smile, "But I don't think so. If you work hard, you can make the outside world change their opinion of you. You say is not it?"

Yu Tingfeng was silent for a moment, then turned and went back to the classroom. It was obvious that the class had already started, but the classroom was still chaotic, and the young female teacher was still maintaining discipline after five minutes of class.

"Shut up!" Yu Tingfeng yelled at the door, startling everyone, "Didn't you hear me after class? Take class well and don't talk!"

Everyone fell silent and looked at him in a daze, but no one dared to disobey him.

"Okay, everyone, get out your textbooks quickly, and we'll start class." The female teacher hurriedly asked him to return to his seat, gave him another grateful glance, then glanced again, and reminded in a low voice, "Student Yu, I'm The Chinese book, you have turned it into an English book."

Yu Tingfeng: "..." Oh.

At the end of the day, not only the members of the Devil's Cult, but also the students of Class F were all surprised. They looked at Yu Tingfeng as if they were looking at something different, as if among a group of flies, why did a butterfly fly out?

We are in class F, and we are not interested in studying. It’s fine if you don’t work hard secretly, but it’s okay to let us all come to study?

The worst thing is Zhang Wei. Thinking of him as the class bully, he lost to Yu Tingfeng and recognized him as the boss. Now he has to help him solve the composition problem under the oppression of Yu Tingfeng's evil forces.

But it's really **** hard to tell.

"The last sentence of the Xiehouyu that can't be said is that the dumb eats coptis. Generally, when writing a composition, you can write more famous sayings, sayings, allegories, and poems at the beginning to improve the style." Zhang Wei explained.

Yu Tingfeng: "Well, what else?"

Zhang Wei: "There is also..."

How the **** do I know what else is there! If I want to know, is it still used in Class F? I have already gone to class A to shine and glow!

He was wrong. From the very beginning, he shouldn't have instigated Yu Tingfeng to study for Song Zhaolan. If he had known that he would drag everyone into the water like this, he wouldn't have let Yu Tingfeng study if he was killed.

"Are you scolding me in your heart?" Yu Tingfeng glanced at him.

"No, I respect you." Zhang Wei put his hands together in front of his chest.

"nausea."

Zhang Wei: "..." Heh, man, does your wife know that you are so masculine?

At this time, the conversations of Class E members sounded outside the classroom.

One person said, "Geng Yiming, are you really good friends with that Song Zhaolan now?"

"Of course, just wait and see, he will come to me again." Geng Yiming said to himself, because he had notified Song Zhaolan in advance that he would treat him to roast sausage.

Good brother, of course we want to eat grilled sausage together.

Yu Tingfeng snorted, looked back at Zuowen, and heard a voice outside, as if someone was calling Song Zhaolan's name.

He raised his head, and really saw Song Zhaolan outside the door.

"Boss, I actually don't know how to write essays, so why don't we change the topic..." Zhang Wei said, when he suddenly saw Yu Tingfeng clenched his fist, he was startled, and quickly changed his words, " It's all right, let's just keep doing it, I'll risk my life to accompany the gentleman today!"

As soon as the words fell, Yu Ting walked out without looking back, and he shouted: "Hey, boss, where are you going?"

Yu Tingfeng walked outside the classroom and looked sideways at Song Zhaolan: "What are you doing here?"

Seeing his fierce look, Geng Yiming, relying on the presence of Song Zhaolan, said in full force in front of everyone: "Don't worry about it, he is our boss now, you don't want to bully anyone."

When the men on both sides saw that the two were facing each other, they immediately gathered around and put on a pose, and the audience started booing.

Yu Tingfeng narrowed his eyes slightly, moved his fingers, and creaked. Those who are familiar with him know that the more angry he is, the more silent he will be, and then he will kill him.

Sun Yicheng looked forward to the next scene with some excitement, but the right protector was a little worried, his mind had been gradually affected by the new era.

"Boss."

"Yu Tingfeng."

Two voices sounded at the same time, the right protector turned to look at Song Zhaolan, and stopped in front of him: "What do you want to do?"

"I have something to ask him." Song Zhaolan said.

The right protector looked back at Yu Tingfeng, thinking he would refuse, but Yu Tingfeng returned to his idle appearance at some point, put his hands in his pockets, and asked with disdain, "What's the matter?"

"And Geng Yiming." Song Zhaolan said.

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"It's about the sports meeting." Song Zhaolan called the two of them aside alone.

Just now when Song Zhaolan returned to the classroom, he was suddenly stopped by the class monitor and entrusted with a heavy responsibility: "Two weeks later will be the sports meeting. In addition to the phalanx teams of each class, some people from each grade will be selected to form Tai Chi phalanxes and Guofeng phalanxes." array and jk square array."

Song Zhaolan nodded and asked, "What is the jk phalanx?"

"It's just a group of pretty girls wearing jk uniforms, showing their youthful vigor!" said the squad leader.

"I want to join this." Song Zhaolan said.

"..." The squad leader smiled slightly, "No, this is the women's phalanx, the men's phalanx is Tai Chi, and the national style is mixed with men and women."

Song Zhaolan lowered his head in disappointment: "Oh."

"But now there is a problem. The director gave me a list of Tai Chi phalanxes." The squad leader unfolded the list, "I can talk to the first few classes, but the people in the last two classes, especially I don’t dare to look for Geng Yiming and Yu Tingfeng, do you understand what I mean?”

Song Zhaolan: "I understand. Their grades are not good, their brains are stupid, and they are not good at communicating."

Squad leader: ...What do you know, you don't know anything.

"That's not the problem." The class monitor folded his hands together, "You seem to be familiar with them, why don't you help me talk to them and let them cooperate with the school's arrangements."

Before Song Zhaolan agreed, the squad leader showed pitiful eyes: "Please, please, please."

"it is good."

So Song Zhaolan came to these two to discuss the phalanx.

"What phalanx?" Yu Tingfeng asked.

"Tai Chi, Guofeng and jk."

"What is jk?"

"It's just a group of pretty girls wearing jk uniforms, showing their youthful vigor." Song Zhaolan repeated.

"So, what does this jk uniform look like?"

"You don't even know this? Bump." Geng Yiming gave him a disgusted look, turned on his phone and showed them the picture, "Here, this is it."

Yu Tingfeng and Song Zhaolan glanced at the same time, then he covered Song Zhaolan's eyes and asked meaningfully: "Are you sure?"

"Of course...wait! I'm sorry to make a mistake, this is a **** young woman." Geng Yiming awkwardly crossed the picture of the revealing beauty, "Here, this one is jk's style."

Yu Tingfeng took a closer look: "It's interesting, then I'll join this."

It is rare for Geng Yiming and Yu Tingfeng to reach an agreement: "I want to!"

"Let me see it." Song Zhaolan said blindly, "I want to see it too."

"If there's anything interesting, hurry up and get down to business." Yu Tingfeng urged.

"Hey, let go of my boss, believe it or not... Believe it or not, my boss will beat you to death." Geng Yiming shouted.

"Oh, just him?" Yu Tingfeng said with a firm mouth, but put down his hand honestly, because someone's eyelashes trembled in his palm, a little itchy.

Song Zhaolan got down to business: "No, jk is a women's phalanx, you can only participate in the Tai Chi phalanx."

"Tai Chi?!" The two said in unison.

Geng Yiming's eyebrows were about to fly, and his facial features looked even more terrifying: "I don't want to play with these old men's things, they are not handsome at all."

Song Zhaolan said: "Tai Chi can cultivate the body and nourish the Qi, strengthen the bones, and make the muscles and bones flexible. It's a good skill, don't miss it."

"Boss, are you serious?"

Song Zhaolan nodded.

Geng Yiming thought about the scene of the two fighting before. At first, he thought they had practiced Taekwondo and Muay Thai.

Wait, what is he thinking about.

"That's all right, I'll listen to you, Boss." Geng Yiming thought for a while, and couldn't help but make a small request, "You see, we are already listening to you like this, when will you teach us kung fu?"

"Okay." Song Zhaolan said, "But your basic skills are too poor. Let's start with radio gymnastics and practice well."

"..." Geng Yiming's first reaction was that Song Zhaolan was playing tricks on him, but then when he thought about how hard and standard the gymnastics of class A were doing recently, the faces of those nerds really looked a lot more refreshed.

Is it really miraculous?

"Okay! Let's try first then!"

After Geng Yiming left, Yu Tingfeng said: "You know it is impossible for me to participate in Tai Chi, right? I am a member of the Devil's Cult, so I go to practice Tai Chi, what do you mean! How can I go back and explain to my brothers? I don't want to lose face , Don't you want to be dignified?"

Song Zhaolan said: "Tai Chi can cultivate the body and nourish the Qi, strengthen the bones, and make the muscles and bones flexible. It is a good skill. Don't miss it."

"Oh, don't deal with me like you used to deal with Geng Yiming." Yu Tingfeng was unmoved, and said with a smile, "Then if you are asked to learn the kung fu of the Devil's Cult, would you be willing? Refuse to accept anything from our Demon Cult."

Song Zhaolan said, "Good kung fu doesn't distinguish between pros and villains. You can also teach me the kung fu of the devil's sect. I will study it very seriously."

"..." Yu Tingfeng took a deep breath, "To be honest, have you been greedy for my kung fu for a long time?"

"Yes."

"..."

The frankness made Yu Tingfeng speechless.

The two stalemate for a long time, Song Zhaolan was also very distressed: "Then what should I do?"

"It's nothing to do, you can figure it out yourself, I can't go anyway." Yu Tingfeng turned around to leave, but someone grabbed his sleeve suddenly.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Song Zhaolan showing pitiful eyes: "Please, please, please."

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

Who taught you to play this hand? What a vicious scheme!

The author has something to say:

Yu Tingfeng: I won't go even if I'm killed!

Song Zhaolan: Please please please (●.●)

Yu Tingfeng: Kill me...you can kill me!