Wulin No.1 Middle School

In the first round of the preliminaries, Class A lost to Class D.

This competition has become a big topic after dinner, teachers and students are talking about it.

Sitting in the teacher's cafeteria, Wu Chenggang was laughed at by other teachers for a long time. He was very dissatisfied and said, "But they have excellent shooting skills."

"However, they don't understand the rules." Ma Jingyang smiled, "Don't be too strict in normal times, you should let them relax or relax, otherwise after leaving school, wouldn't it be a bigger joke?"

"There is so much time to relax, and the study is already loose." Wu Chenggang said.

"The body is the capital of the revolution. When they were playing just now, didn't you shout more vigorously?" Ma Jingyang laughed.

"Who, who yelled? I didn't."

The other teachers laughed and said nothing.

This matter is also being discussed in the student cafeteria, and the conversations one after another are overwhelming.

"I really didn't expect that after class A showed everyone their shooting lore, they also used practical actions to teach everyone about various fouls." Zhang Wei laughed and pounded the table, "Yes, I practiced it in my heart The formation of troops against Class A is also useless."

Sun Yicheng and the others also laughed.

"But boss, is this the fatal point you are talking about? How do you know they will foul?" Zhang Wei asked.

Yu Tingfeng paused with his chopsticks and said, "Guess."

"Impossible, just looking at the aggressive opening, who would have guessed the ending?" Zhang Wei bumped into his shoulder, covered his mouth and whispered, "Sure enough, I know Song Zhaolan too well."

learn? Does he know Song Zhaolan?

Yu Tingfeng couldn't tell, he just guessed based on intuition, guessed that this group of people would ignore the various rules hidden in this seemingly simple game, and guessed that Song Zhaolan hated him.

It's just that Song Zhaolan hasn't been around the rivers and lakes, and he doesn't know that people's hearts are sinister. If I had really seen the past of this group of people, I'm afraid they would have avoided them like everyone else.

"Hey, isn't that Geng Yiming?" Zhang Wei pointed at the person who walked into the cafeteria, laughing uncontrollably, "The face is swollen like a bun."

Yu Tingfeng raised his eyes and took a look.

Zhang Wei noticed that he was in a bad mood, and asked, "Boss, do you want to block him again?"

"No need." Yu Tingfeng said.

Seeing Geng Yiming running to Song Zhaolan's table after eating, Zhang Wei suddenly said, "Oh, is he going to complain to Song Zhaolan, saying that we blocked him?"

"I told you a long time ago." Yu Tingfeng said impatiently.

"No wonder..." Zhang Wei felt that he had seen through the whole story again, and asked in a low voice, "Is Song Zhaolan angry with you? Don't you regret blocking Geng Yiming?"

"I don't regret it." Yu Tingfeng ate his food.

He and Song Zhaolan are people from different worlds. Even without Geng Yiming, there would be Geng Erming and Geng Sanming. Now it's just that the problem of the two of them has appeared in advance. If Song Zhaolan can't accept that he is a villain, then there is no need to be friends!

"Boss, you almost ate the bowl." Zhang Wei carefully took out the bowl he was biting into.

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

"Well, boss, you are holding my chopsticks." Sun Yicheng said weakly.

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

Song Zhaolan on the other side finished his meal quickly, and took his friends back to the classroom to do their homework.

Geng Yiming also caught up and said, "I just watched your game! Although there was a mistake in the end, it doesn't hinder your image in my heart at all!"

Song Zhaolan: "Have you finished your homework?"

"Ah? What's the matter?" Geng Yiming couldn't figure it out, and the topic changed too quickly.

"Go back and do your homework."

"But..." Geng Yiming said reluctantly, "Is there anything to write about."

Song Zhaolan suddenly approached and sniffed him.

"Boss, what are you going to do?" Geng Yiming tilted his head back, his face blushed quickly, "I, I, I, I like girls!"

"Are you smoking that cigarette again?" Song Zhaolan said seriously.

Geng Yiming was startled, and sniffed his wrist: "Is the smell very strong?"

"It smells bad. I told you not to be friends with smokers. Goodbye." Song Zhaolan turned and left.

"Hey, boss, I was wrong." Geng Yiming trotted to catch up, but he didn't expect the other party to run too.

As Song Zhaolan ran, Xue Canming and the others followed.

"Don't run away, I can't run anymore." Geng Yiming chased after him and shouted, "I quit, can't I really quit this time!"

Geng Yiming chased Song Zhaolan all the way, which attracted the attention of many people.

Yu Tingfeng and others heard his voice from a long distance away, and Sun Yicheng spat: "It's so shameless, big men are chasing each other on the road, chasing each other, calling around, what a shame."

Guardian You couldn't help reminding him: "That's how you called the boss to play games together on the road last night."

Sun Yicheng choked up: "Isn't that the boss who hasn't played games recently? He has lost his rank, I'm really worried for him."

"What do you know?" Zhang Wei folded his arms around his chest, with an expression of seeing through everything, and said unfathomably, "Boss is going to study seriously."

"Huh?" Sun Yicheng said incredulously, "Isn't he joking? Could it be that he really wants to study?"

"Nonsense. Didn't you hear what Geng Yiming said just now? He wants to quit smoking and study. Even he is going to improve. Our boss must not lose!" Zhang Wei raised his voice.

"Oh, so it was to compare with Geng Yiming." Sun Yicheng and You Hufa suddenly realized.

Zhang Wei: "..." You say yes.

Sun Yicheng ran forward in two or three steps, and saw Yu Tingfeng was looking at the note in his hand, on which a series of English words were written crookedly, and he was muttering the words.

He was so shocked that his jaw dropped to the ground, the leader was actually serious about studying!

Guardian You muttered, "Is it because Teacher Ma said something to the boss?"

"It's possible. Since Teacher Ma is the future stepfather of the boss, the boss will naturally obey his teachings." Sun Yicheng said, raising his head and asking Yu Tingfeng, "Boss, what did the teacher say?"

Yu Tingfeng paused, then lowered his head and answered him: "Teacher."

Sun Yicheng waved his hand: "No, I mean what did Teacher Ma say?"

Yu Tingfeng: "Mr.Ma?"

Sun Yicheng: "..."

Sun Yicheng took a few steps back, with a face full of doubts about life, he asked Zhang Wei and You Hufa: "Is it really Mr. Ma?"

The right protector pinched his fingers and said: "Yes."

Zhang Wei: "..."

Class F has you, it really does not disgrace the class style!

 …

In the teaching building, everyone is still talking about today's basketball game.

Someone saw Song Zhaolan and the others and couldn't help snickering, and someone said, "As expected of you, you are from Class A. You must be doing the questions stupidly. You don't even understand the rules hahaha!"

"Sure enough, I can't have hope for Class A. I thought it was awesome, but it turned out to be just bragging."

"That's right, the tone of Class A was so exaggerated before, and they wanted to win the championship. As a result, they didn't even pass the preliminary round, so I laughed to death."

"That's enough, let's not talk about it. It doesn't matter if there is a sports meeting or not. Class A is the same. Anyway, they will just do the math with their homework. This kind of activity will only delay their studies."

"It's useless to study alone. When you get out of society, you need all-round talents."

The discussion became louder and louder, and it has extended from the topic of not being good at sports in Class A to the topic of being beaten by society after graduation and being taught to be a human being by the medical examination report.

Xue Canming was very upset when he heard it, and rushed out to find someone to settle the score, but Zhao Mingdeng and Yu Xiaohui stopped him in time.

"Don't be impulsive." Zhao Mingdeng said.

Xue Canming said angrily: "One person does things and the other person is responsible. I didn't play well. Why did they drag the entire Class A down!"

Song Zhaolan said slowly: "Because we and Class A are a whole, we are both prosperous and we are all damaged. If you go to fight with them now, it will only make Class A's reputation worse. And we are all responsible for this matter, Instead of competing with irrelevant people here, it is better to apologize to your classmates."

Hearing this, Xue Canming took a few deep breaths, turned around and strode towards the classroom, and pushed open the door of Class A: "I'm sorry, I'm the one to blame for the game, we made you feel ashamed..."

"Welcome back!" Class A cheered and applauded in unison.

Xue Canming was taken aback, and Song Zhaolan and the others who followed behind him also stood at the door, looking at everyone for no reason.

A group of people gathered around, cheered and brought them to the podium. The squad leader smiled and said, "Thank you for your hard work. Today, our class A will definitely become a myth!"

Xue Canming took the drink she handed over in a daze: "But we lost."

"We have been mentally prepared for a long time. If it weren't for you who were ordered in danger, our class would not even have enough people, and that would be a real embarrassment. But you guys! Don't be afraid of difficulties and obstacles! You don't know the rules of the game, but you are still playing Struggle for the class, let the topic of class A go straight to the hot search on the forum, these are all thanks to you!" The monitor said happily.

The sports commissioner clenched his fists: "It's okay, it's just a loss in a game, but when it comes to you, who can boast a few words! Don't listen to the sour words of those people in other classes, if they have the ability, they will just make a blind shot or a three-pointer ah!"

"That's right, isn't it just a ball game, there are still many more games to come! Wait for me to bring you a trophy back!" said the study committee member.

The squad leader laughed at her: "Who said it was just to make up the numbers, and they don't want to win at all."

The study committee member smiled shyly: "Anyway, I will really work hard this time!"

"I will, and I will too! Starting today, I will practice long-distance running every day!"

"Sports Committee, have you handed in the registration form? I want to add two more events!"

A group of people moved accordingly, Xue Canming, Song Zhaolan and several partners looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

"Thank you." The squad leader came over and said with a smile, "If you hadn't mobilized everyone's emotions on the field today, I wouldn't be so excited now. Winning or losing is not the most important thing. Since the beginning of school, this is my first time. For the first time, I saw the sense of honor and cohesion of our class."

Song Zhaolan looked at the impassioned expressions of the students, and the corner of his mouth curled up: "No, you are wrong."

The squad leader was curious: "What's wrong?"

Song Zhaolan: "When everyone grabs the cafeteria together, the cohesion is also very strong."

Xue Canming said: "When discussing the class teacher behind the scenes, they are also very united, and there will always be someone who will help guard."

Squad leader: "Don't spoil the atmosphere at this time!"

"Oh." Song Zhaolan lowered his head in shame.

The squad leader laughed: "You guys are really interesting."

The head teacher standing outside the door also slowly raised the corners of his mouth and smiled helplessly.

 …

In the next few days, there were basketball preliminaries for all grades.

Few people from Class A went to watch, and they basically practiced the events they participated in on the playground.

When people from other classes saw it, they just laughed at the wasted efforts of these nerds.

Song Zhaolan's small group watched a few basketball games, and with the sports committee standing next to them to explain the rules, they gradually understood the rules.

At this time, Class F and Class E were playing on the field. Yu Tingfeng, as the main player, showed off the limelight. Not only did he have the same shooting skills as the Class A team, but he also possessed absolute leadership.

On the court, all the players obeyed his orders, and the cooperation was quite stable. They defeated their opponents by an overwhelming advantage, which aroused applause from the audience.

"Yu Tingfeng is very proud now." Xue Canming said displeased, "Does this count as an indirect victory over us?"

Song Zhaolan was silent for a long time, then suddenly said: "Do you find it strange?"

"What's so strange?" Xue Canming asked.

"They are members of the Demon Cult, but they are very disciplined." Song Zhaolan said succinctly.

Zhao Mingdeng nodded: "Yes, this competition is not only a test of physical fitness, but also physical contact within the rules. It is really unexpected that their group of people will obey the rules obediently."

Mao Hongxi said: "But we have always followed the rules, but this time..."

Xue Canming lowered his head in a self-contained manner: "Hey, we lost this time."

Song Zhaolan's eyes collided with Yu Tingfeng on the field, and suggested: "Let's go practice with our classmates too. Although running and jumping won't trouble us, if we lose the game because of violating the rules again, it will be too much for the loss. .”

"It makes sense, let's go." Xue Canming immediately greeted everyone to go to the plastic playground to practice relay running.

On the field, Yu Tingfeng beat Geng Yiming to the point that he was powerless to fight back. He looked in Song Zhaolan's direction in a good mood, wanting him to see what it means to be strong, but he turned around and left.

Yu Tingfeng's face collapsed.

 …

On the day of the sports meeting, the students in the first and second grades were full of anticipation, and they began to move tables and stools to the base area of ​​the playground early in the morning.

After Song Zhaolan had finished eating and moved the tables and chairs, she remembered that she still had math homework and steamed buns, and prepared to go back to the classroom.

The monitor called him to stop: "If you see Ji Xiuyuan in the classroom, tell her to come over quickly, the phalanx will be assembled soon."

Song Zhaolan responded, and it happened that Yu Xiaohui was going to the classroom to get jk's clothes, and went back with him.

As expected, Ji Xiuyuan was still sitting on the seat, with a set of JK short skirts on the table, and her expression was a bit complicated, her eyebrows were tangled and wrinkled together.

Song Zhaolan conveyed the squad leader's words, and Ji Xiuyuan became uneasy. She rubbed her hands on her thighs for a moment, and asked in a low voice, "Can I... can I stop participating in the phalanx?"

"Why?" Yu Xiaohui walked over with her clothes in her hands, with a serious face, "Everyone is waiting for you, how could you run away."

Ji Xiuyuan's lips moved slightly, as if she was about to cry in the next second.

Song Zhaolan explained: "Don't be unhappy, Yu Xiaohui is just used to this kind of tone, there is no malice. Are you unable to move the table, I will move it for you."

As he spoke, he immediately moved the table up.

Seeing that they were about to leave the classroom, Ji Xiuyuan finally asked again: "Can I not go to the phalanx?"

Yu Xiaohui turned her head, her tone was still indifferent: "Woman, don't let others look down on you, don't give up lightly, unless you give me a reason."

Ji Xiuyuan: "..." Where did you learn the lines of the boss?

Ji Xiuyuan lowered her head, turned her eyes, her eyes were all red, and she said like a mosquito, "I, I have a stomachache."

After speaking, Ji Xiuyuan sighed angrily again, they would definitely not believe such a simple reason.

"So it is." Song Zhaolan suddenly realized.

Yu Xiaohui said without hesitation, "Then you don't want to go."

"Ah?" While Ji Xiuyuan was surprised, she was also a little ashamed, why did they really believe it?

"But what if the phalanx is short of one person?" Ji Xiuyuan asked in a low voice.

For some reason, Yu Xiaohui walked over and took her jk uniform in her hand, and said, "Don't worry about this, I can do it myself. Woman, just take care of your body and drink plenty of hot water."

Ji Xiuyuan: "..."

The opening ceremony started at nine o'clock, and each class had already stood in its own team, and the people in the three square formations also went to change their clothes early and waited for their appearance.

The three phalanxes are interspersed in the front, middle and back of the whole team. After the host announced the start of the exercise, a group of boys in fluttering white clothes in the Tai Chi phalanx came to the rostrum to dance fans.

Looking at it alone, it is really stupid, but standing together with dozens of people, it is inexplicably... even more stupid.

"This is a group of uncles I found in the park." Someone complained.

"Why does the boy in the middle have a different temperament from others? Take a closer look at who that is?"

"It's Yu Tingfeng, why does he seem to have the illusion of a peerless master who is independent from the world?"

"I'll go, can other people roll up like him! What we want to see is his chic fan dance!"

Immediately behind is the phalanx of several classes in senior one.

Class A's sports committee finally took a look at his class formation, except for those who participated in the special formation, there was not a single person missing, even though Ji Xiuyuan was in the team, he didn't find anything wrong.

Walking in the middle of the team was the JK phalanx, a group of beautiful girls passed by the rostrum, and the boys in the back row were all looking forward to it, tiptoeing to look at the hazy youthful figure.

"I'm going to confess my love to the goddess later!" Zhang Weixu said while looking at Yu Xiaohui in the distance.

After the Tai Chi team finished a circle, they each returned to their own classes. As soon as Yu Tingfeng stood back to his seat, he heard that the next square was the Guofeng square.

When the team came out, there was a burst of amazement in the audience. Men and women, in twos and threes, chatted and laughed, and walked leisurely. All kinds of Hanfu fans dazzled everyone, and this group of people was also eye-catching.

Yu Tingfeng saw Song Zhaolan almost immediately, and the other party walked with neither joy nor sorrow, but for no reason it made people want to take a few more glances.

"I can't stand it, she's so pretty, I have to confess to her." Zhang Wei stood beside him with his head tilted to the other side, looking at the jk team in the distance, "She walked into me step by step like this. in my heart."

Yu Tingfeng twitched his brows and eyes, and gave him a look with unclear meaning.

After the opening ceremony, the students left the playground and began to prepare for the competition.

Zhang Weidong looked around, finally saw Yu Xiaohui's figure, and ran forward pulling Yu Tingfeng.

"Are you tired of working? You grabbed me and ran away without even saying hello?" Yu Tingfeng asked.

"Brother, help me once! Boss, help me!" Zhang Wei begged.

Yu Tingfeng didn't scold him anymore, but his expression was a bit smelly.

The two chased after them to the teaching building, and there were conversations between Yu Xiaohui and Song Zhaolan in the stairwell.

Yu Xiaohui: "I'm going to have a game later, I'm going to change my clothes first, please wait for me, everyone."

Song Zhaolan: "Yes."

Xue Canming: "Brother Song, should you go change your clothes?"

Song Zhaolan: "Yes."

Zhang Weisan ran upstairs in two steps, saw them in front, stretched out his hand to hold the back of the only jk in the crowd, and said excitedly: "Don't go, I have something to tell you."

Everyone else was taken aback, and looked back at him suspiciously.

Song Zhaolan also glanced at him, then remembered more important things, touched his body, lowered his head to search for things on the ground, and slowly came to the entrance of the corridor, and saw Yu Tingfeng standing on the steps below.

"You..." Just as Song Zhaolan opened his mouth, Yu Tingfeng stretched out his hand, and a hair tie was lying on the palm of his hand.

"Are you looking for this?"

"Yes." Song Zhaolan breathed a sigh of relief, and reached for it, but the other party suddenly clenched his fist and grabbed his fingers.

"Is there nothing to say?"

"thanks?"

Yu Tingfeng's face can be said to be very smelly.

Song Zhaolan frowned, and muttered, "Isn't it enough to say thank you among friends? Could it be that I'm still being treated like a horse?"

Yu Tingfeng looked at him: "Among friends?"

"Isn't it?"

After a while, Yu Tingfeng let go of his hand, and took the initiative to pass the hair tie to him. A smile appeared in his eyes: "Yes, since it is a beloved thing, it is easy to keep it."

"It's not a beloved thing, it's just that I have to pay for it if I lose it."

"..."

At this time, Zhang Wei's voice in the corridor attracted the attention of the two.

"I like you!" Zhang Wei confessed emotionally, "From the moment I saw it, I knew I was in love with you! So, are you willing to let me be your man, to protect and care for you?"

Xue Canming was dumbfounded: "Are you not sick?"

"You are sick!" Zhang Wei glared at him, "I just fell in love with someone I shouldn't love."

Mao Hongxi wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "Where is my wine? Am I drunk, or is this world drunk?"

Zhao Mingdeng sighed and closed his eyes, couldn't bear to say: "Form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form, form is emptiness, emptiness is form."

"I know that there is a big gap between us. You are a high-ranking **** in class A, and I'm just an ordinary handsome guy in class F, but I will treat you well!" Zhang Wei summoned up his courage and once again Confession, because I have been very nervous, so I didn't notice any subtle changes.

The man turned his head slowly, and said to him delicately: "But, the gap between us is not so big~~~"

"It's okay... What's wrong with your voice? You seem to be a little higher?" Zhang Weigang finished speaking, and when he saw his face clearly, he suddenly paused, his facial features flying in fright, "Who are you?!"

"It's me~" Chen Yuting took off the wig, twirled around, the hem of the skirt fluttered, and restored the original rough man's voice, "Your god~"

"You, you, you, you, you, you, you ..." Zhang Wei frightened and took two steps, fled, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The author has something to say:

Chen Yuting, the owner of the Banshan Pavilion, formerly a boss in disguise, now a boss in women's clothing.