Wulin No.1 Middle School

In the middle of the game, some restless members of the audience went out to play by using the excuse of going to the bathroom.

Sun Yicheng murmured with some male students in the class for a while, then suddenly got excited, called Yu Tingfeng outside the lobby, and asked, "Boss, do you want to go online?"

"What Internet?" Yu Tingfeng asked.

"They said that there is a new Internet cafe outside the school, and new members can get 100 free after recharging 100. I want to check it out, but I haven't played in an Internet cafe yet." Sun Yicheng rubbed his hands expectantly, "I heard that playing games is very cool. ! Extraordinary feeling!"

Yu Tingfeng happened to be bored, so he agreed.

"Okay, then you wait here, and I'll call Guardian You and Zhang Wei." Sun Yicheng ran into the auditorium again.

Yu Tingfeng waited idly, lowered his head and kicked the pebbles on the side of the road, and when he sensed someone coming out, he followed him.

After walking about ten meters, he raised his head and rubbed his neck and wrists, then turned his head and asked, "Others...I'll go, why are you?"

The person next to him wondered, "You don't know me?"

"No, I mean, how could it be you?" Yu Tingfeng pinched his face, it was true.

"It's me." Song Zhaolan replied, pinching his face politely, "Didn't you follow by yourself?"

Yu Tingfeng let go of his hand and yawned: "I was wrong, I thought it was them. Where are you going?"

"I don't know, someone threw me a note just now, asking me to go out to play." Song Zhaolan took out a ball of paper and said.

"Who lost it?" Yu Tingfeng pretended not to care, but kept looking at him, "Geng Yiming is still that four-eyed frog."

"I don't know either." Song Zhaolan opened the note and was taken aback suddenly, "Who is the four-eyed frog?"

"...Don't worry about it." Yu Tingfeng leaned over and took a look.

The note said: Go out to play, gather at the door.

The handwriting is obviously Sun Yicheng's.

Yu Tingfeng understood that the right protector was sitting obliquely behind Song Zhaolan, and he probably threw the paper ball crookedly, which just woke up Song Zhaolan who was sleeping.

"So, where are we going to play?" Song Zhaolan saw him at the door, and mistakenly thought it was a note from him.

Yu Tingfeng was silent for a while, then walked in another direction: "Just stroll around, it's too hot inside."

When the two passed by the playground, Song Zhaolan looked in a certain direction and couldn't move his feet.

"What are you looking at?" Yu Tingfeng followed his line of sight, looking in the direction of the grove, and almost immediately guessed his thoughts.

Sure enough, the next second Song Zhaolan said, "Have we not competed for a long time?"

Yu Tingfeng raised his eyebrows: "Are you thinking of me again? There are so many people in the school, why do you have to compete with me? What about the four-eyed frog, don't you take him seriously?"

"None of the people in the school is better than you." Song Zhaolan said, "Also, who is the four-eyed frog?"

Yu Tingfeng was pleased by his big truth, and strode towards the grove: "Go, I will discuss with you tonight."

Song Zhaolan immediately followed quickly.

In the depths of the grove, there are several pairs of wild mandarin ducks scattered around, talking in whispers.

At this time, there was a little movement not far away. I thought it was the dean, held my breath and waited for a while, and then found out that it was not the dean, so I continued to love each other.

After a while, there was the sound of wheezing and fighting.

It's too normal, people often come here to fight.

The lovers continued to focus on their partners. A boy took the girl's hand and said, "Honey, I really want to give it to you..."

"I'll give you a punch." A male voice sounded from over there.

Boy: "..."

The girl covered her face shyly: "I miss you too..."

"Keep me kicked." Another male voice suddenly sounded.

There was a fierce fight over there, and the couple here looked at each other, ignoring the inappropriate conversation, and touching each other's face affectionately, the boy said magnetically: "I am so lucky to meet you. separate us."

"Me too."

As soon as the words fell, a bright light flashed, the faces of the boys and girls changed suddenly, and they let go of their hands at the same time.

Boy: "The director is here, let's go separately, see you tomorrow!"

Girl: "Don't talk to me right now! Don't say you know me if you get caught!"

All of a sudden, many people ran out of the forest, some of them were unlucky and directly hit the director's gun/muzzle.

The two contestants were both a little out of breath.

Song Zhaolan took off his coat, fanned it, and sat down to rest against the big tree next to him.

Yu Tingfeng also had a good time playing, and sat down next to him in a big way.

"It's a pity that we don't have any internal strength now. If it was before, we could have more fun." Song Zhaolan panted.

Yu Tingfeng smiled slightly: "Can I ask a question? Why are you so keen to compete with me?"

After asking, he felt that the question was nonsense. Didn't people tell him long ago that it was just to compete with the masters? Maybe it was just pure desire to win?

At the moment of silence, Song Zhaolan suddenly said: "Because some people say that what I learned is a peerless martial art, which is invincible to anyone except one person."

"Who?"

"I don't know, he said that that person knows all my kung fu routines, and he must be able to defeat me easily, so I want to see who is so good."

"Who taught you Kung Fu?" Yu Tingfeng asked again.

"I can't say." Song Zhaolan replied.

Yu Tingfeng shrugged: "So you think I will be the one to defeat you?"

"It's possible, but you haven't really defeated me yet." Song Zhaolan tilted his head and quickly grabbed his hand, "But you can indeed catch some of my most powerful moves, and you can catch them by changing the moves... ...so, who taught you kung fu? Your parents?"

"Too many people have taught me." Yu Tingfeng said leisurely, but looked at the hands of the two, "They all want to teach me kung fu, let me take revenge on their behalf, and pass on their mantle, Oh, who cares."

A ray of light passed by in a hurry, followed by the rough voice of the director: "Anyone else playing in it, get over here."

Yu Tingfeng took Song Zhaolan's hand and ran in another direction, alarming the director, but the director couldn't catch up and had to take away a few students who had thrown themselves into the trap.

"Where are we?" Song Zhaolan followed Yu Tingfeng for a while, and found that he had come to a remote corner of the campus. He was confused about the direction, "The school still has this place?"

It was also the first time for Yu Tingfeng to come here. Behind it was an old abandoned teaching building, surrounded by a few trees, and in front of it was a wall.

"It's a bit hot." Song Zhaolan said.

Yu Tingfeng looked down at the hands they were holding, and let go of them abruptly, put his hands in his pockets pretending to be disgusted, and quietly clenched his fists in his pockets, his palms were wet with sticky sweat.

"Where are we going now?" Song Zhaolan asked.

"what ever."

"Didn't you say you want to go shopping?" It happened that Song Zhaolan had never been here before, so he turned around and walked around, and Yu Tingfeng walked behind him like an old man.

After walking not far, Song Zhaolan in front suddenly stopped and moved his nose.

A scent wafted in from outside the wall.

There are all kinds of tempting aromas exuding from the food stalls on the opposite food street.

Seeing this, the corner of Yu Tingfeng's mouth moved slightly, and he smiled and said, "Want to eat?"

Song Zhaolan nodded: "I still have pocket money."

Thanks to the free canteen coupons, he still has a little money left today, which he can buy some other food.

The two looked at each other and looked at the wall at the same time.

Coincidentally at this moment, the voice of the dean talking to someone sounded not far away: "Is there anyone else here?"

The two were startled, Song Zhaolan grabbed him and hid behind the back wall of the teaching building.

Yu Tingfeng's back was caught off guard against the wall, and just about to make a sound, Song Zhaolan covered his mouth with one hand.

Yu Tingfeng's body went numb, and he stared at his face closely with the faint light.

Another voice came from over there, and Yu Tingfeng immediately recognized that it was the popular student council president.

"There should be no one else. The competition is coming to an end. Director, you should go back and rest early." Liu Yun said.

The director turned around and saw nothing, then turned and walked back: "I heard that you met Song Zhaolan from the first year of high school?"

"um, yes."

"What do you think of him?"

"Very good, I like it very much."

"That's good."

The two gradually drifted away, until the sound disappeared completely, Song Zhaolan let go of his hand, and Yu Sheng said, "I was almost discovered."

After finishing speaking, seeing that Yu Tingfeng didn't respond, and his eyes were still a little cold, he asked, "Why are you angry?"

"Is there?" Yu Tingfeng asked indifferently, "What's wrong with being discovered? Are you afraid of being discovered by the four-eyed frog and that he hates you?"

"I finally know who you called the four-eyed frog." Song Zhaolan discovered the blind spot, "Director, is this the nickname you secretly gave the director?"

Yu Tingfeng: "..." Don't show your witty expression!

Song Zhaolan said to herself: "Of course I'm afraid that he will hate me. If he gets angry, he will tell the head teacher, and the head teacher will tell my parents, and my parents will deduct my pocket money. So, don't mess with the head teacher."

"What about Liu Yun?" Yu Tingfeng asked.

"What's up with him?"

"Nothing." Yu Tingfeng turned his head away, and after a while, he still couldn't help asking, "What do you think of Liu Yun?"

"He's a very nice guy. He sent me a lot of information these days, and even lent me an old notebook. It can be seen that he is very smart." Song Zhaolan commented pertinently.

"Then are you friends?" Yu Tingfeng asked.

"Yeah, he also said that he invited me to dinner on weekends."

"Why do you..." Yu Ting suddenly grabbed his neck, "Is it because someone gave you a bite, and you want to be friends with him?"

Song Zhaolan not only didn't feel the pain, but felt a little itchy, and said with a smile, "He treats guests to dinner because he has something to discuss with me."

Yu Tingfeng let go of his hand, lowered his head and fiddled with his fingers, pretending not to care and asked: "What's the matter? What I told you in the auditorium last time?"

"Well, the student union is about to change, and he wants to nominate me as the new president." Song Zhaolan confessed.

"You? The new president?" Yu Tingfeng gave him a surprised look, "That's a good thing."

"Do you think it's okay too?" Song Zhaolan sighed and said slowly, "But after becoming the president, you can set an example, and you have to use your spare time to deal with a lot of chores."

"You have even become the leader of the martial arts alliance, why are you afraid of this?"

"What you said is also reasonable, so I will study with Liu Yun for a while first?"

Yu Tingfeng was startled: "Do you still want to study with him?"

"Yes, he said that there will be more things to do, and he has to teach me by hand, and he dares to leave it to me after I get started."

Yu Tingfeng's face darkened instantly, and he said, "I don't think this chairman is right."

"Ah? Didn't you just say that?" Song Zhaolan looked at him puzzled.

"I didn't think it through just now, think about it, who is the one that everyone scolds the most in secret?"

"Dean."

"anything else?"

"...Student Council."

"That's right. The student union is organized by the school to deal with the students. If you become the president of some kind of scumbag, you will be no one at both ends."

Song Zhaolan was silent for a while.

Yu Tingfeng said again: "And think about it, is the nature of the student union equal to that of the imperial court? We people in the Jianghu do not get involved in the affairs of the imperial court. This has always been the rule."

"It makes sense." Song Zhaolan was persuaded.

Yu Tingfeng continued to work hard: "And it will delay your study time a lot? If you improve your studies, your pocket money will also increase. You told me that. So why do you bother to be this job?"

Song Zhaolan was completely convinced: "It's still your thoughtfulness."

Yu Tingfeng raised his head triumphantly.

"Then I will have a good talk with Liu Yun during dinner on the weekend."

"..."

Song Zhaolan walked out from behind the wall, came under the wall, tiptoed to look outside.

At this time, the tree next to him shook a few times, and he turned his head to look over, and saw Yu Tingfeng climbed up the tree vigorously and successfully climbed up the fence.

Yu Tingfeng stretched out a hand: "Let's go."

Without hesitation, Song Zhaolan held his hand, used his strength to flip over to the wall, and jumped down at the same time.

He almost lost his footing, but luckily he was supported by Yu Tingfeng in time. As soon as he stood up straight, he couldn't help looking at the food street opposite, and said with burning eyes, "I'll treat you to finger cakes."

"OK."

The two crossed the road happily and came to the hand pancake stall. The boss still remembered the two students, and immediately put away the change basket in front of him vigilantly, and looked very carefully at the iron pan. Pancakes, for fear that they will **** them again.

"Don't worry, we will buy it with money this time." Song Zhaolan handed over the money and smiled slightly, "We want two cakes."

The boss took the money dubiously, started to make pancakes, couldn't help but glanced at them again, only to feel that there was a change from the last time I saw them, the temperament of the two people was much softer, and they were not as dull as before stupid. Especially the big and tall guy who grabbed the pancakes before, now standing next to his classmates, although his expression is flabbergasted, he is inexplicably cute.

"Did you decide to start a new life after being transformed by the police uncle?" the boss asked.

"Yes." Song Zhaolan nodded.

"That's good, young people can't do stupid things." The boss said with a smile while spreading the cake, "Students should study hard and don't hang out with those dubious people. …”

Halfway through the conversation, a few younger boys walked in from the intersection. Their hair was dyed in various colors. The leader was a green-haired man with a cigarette in his mouth. It looked like the person the boss had mentioned.

The rebellious teenagers in this grade are the most difficult to deal with. In order to avoid the stall being knocked down, the boss quickly shut up, spread the cake quietly, and beckoned the two boys in front to make way, so as not to be angered.

Unexpectedly, the two young men looked at the past at the same time, and then those few people were startled, and the green hair trembled after speaking: "Big, big guy, why are you here?!"

Boss: Boss! ?

"What are you doing here?" Song Zhaolan asked.

"We're here to find Boss Geng." Lu Mao had already learned from Geng Yiming that the other party had worshiped the new boss, and after inquiring, he realized that it was the one in front of him. Isn't that the boss of his own boss?

Song Zhaolan frowned and said, "It smells bad, put out the cigarette."

A few people timidly stubbed out their cigarette butts and threw them into the trash can.

"Okay, go find him." Song Zhaolan ordered.

A few people turned around and ran away, for fear of being counted.

Song Zhaolan then turned his head to look at the pancakes on the iron pan. After a long while, the boss handed over two hand pancakes, and at the same time, returned the money he had just paid.

"You don't want this one." The boss said tremblingly.

"No, we're not here to grab this time."

"However, I don't dare to ask for it."

Seeing that the boss insisted on returning the money to them, Song Zhaolan had no choice but to turn around and run away. Finally, when he turned around, seeing Yu Tingfeng still standing there, he fell back and grabbed his hand and ran deep into the alley.

Seeing Yu Tingfeng's pensive face, Song Zhaolan asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Yu Tingfeng pondered: "I just saw this group of people, and I always feel as if I forgot something."

"What?" Song Zhaolan asked.

"Forget it, I can't remember." Yu Tingfeng looked at his face and smiled, "Let's eat the cake first."

At this time, outside the school lobby, the competition had already ended, and everyone began to walk into the dormitory.

Sun Yicheng, Zhang Wei, You Hufa and others also squatted outside the auditorium to feed the mosquitoes.

"Where did the boss go?" the right guardian asked.

"I don't know. We agreed to go out together, and he'll be waiting for us here."

Zhang Wei's legs were numb: "How about we go by ourselves?"

Sun Yicheng: "We dare not! Do you want us to die in his hands?"

Zhang Wei: "So, where did our boss go!?"

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