Wulin No.1 Middle School

There are two classes left on Saturday morning before school ends.

The head teacher took two math classes, and ten minutes before school ended, the election of class cadres began again.

When the class cadres were selected for the first time, there were still a few students in the class who wanted to recommend themselves, but unfortunately they were all scared off by Song Zhaolan's partners with their eyes full of coercion.

Now that they have re-elected, the other students first looked at Song Zhaolan, and then at the faces of their companions who were full of reluctance, and they couldn't bear it.

"Teacher, can I recommend Song Zhaolan to continue to be our monitor?" a girl asked.

"Then I recommend Zhao Mingdeng to be our disciplinary committee member!"

"Yu Xiaohui, let's be a literary and art committee member!" A boy shouted, and the boys around him immediately laughed eccentrically.

As early as the beginning of school, the boys would discuss the beauties in the class in private, especially Yu Xiaohui, who is the most temperamental. She is cold and aloof and rarely talks. Sitting there quietly is a picture. Someone secretly named her Xiaolong in Class A Female.

At this time, the little dragon girl in class A turned her head and looked at them after hearing the words, the boys suddenly became excited, and then the little dragon girl frowned unobtrusively.

They are all female disciples of the Yushan Sect and have no interest in men.

Yu Xiaohui withdrew her gaze casually: "I, Yushan...Yu Xiaohui only listens to Song Zhaolan's orders, you go away."

All the boys: ...Damn!

Song Zhaolan, you public enemy of boys!

Song Zhaolan didn't notice the jealous eyes of the boys, and asked instead, "Do you want to be a writer?"

Yu Xiaohui shook her head.

"That would be inappropriate."

"it is good."

Class teacher: "..." Do you still see me? !

In the end, the head teacher simply named a group of class cadres by name. As for Song Zhaolan, he was made a nominal deputy class leader. It was considered an honorary position for a student with good grades. He didn't need to do anything, as long as he could restrain himself. It is the greatest respect for his work!

After school, Song Zhaolan went outside with her bag on her back, followed by people from various factions. More than a dozen people walked neatly on the road, attracting the attention of passersby, until they bumped into another group of people showing off their might.

When the enemy met, they were extremely jealous.

The people on both sides stopped at the same time.

The people around still wanted to stop and watch the fun, but they were forced to retreat by the ferocious faces of Class F.

Yu Tingfeng raised his chin: "It's better to hit the sun than choose the day, and finish what you didn't finish last time later."

Song Zhaolan was eager to try: "Okay."

The two turned around and walked towards the school gate at the same time, but their subordinates did not follow.

Yu Tingfeng turned back to look at them, the guardian right lowered his head guiltily, and explained: "Master, what, our family is going to the aquarium today, I'm a little curious about what it's like..."

Guardian Zuo fiddled with his long hair, shaking his shoulders in a coquettish voice: "Master, I want to go shopping~~"

Subordinate A: "I, my family came to pick me up, right at the door."

Subordinate B: "I want to play game consoles..."

Yu Tingfeng waved his hand: "Get out, get out of here."

Xue Canming and others saw that these opponents had run away, so they simply said goodbye to Song Zhaolan, and went back to their new homes to experience a new life.

Song Zhaolan looked at the desolate back, and sighed: "Let's hurry up, I also want to go back early for lunch."

"What time is it? You're still thinking about lunch. Hey!" Yu Tingfeng snorted.

"Where to compare?" Song Zhaolan was gearing up.

There is a food street opposite the school, and Yu Tingfeng took him there.

After walking a little distance, Yu Tingfeng glanced at his calm face, thinking that it might be a sneak attack, but wouldn't it be a shame if this was the case? Otherwise, just use the ultimate move... Forget it, it's a pity, it's rare to meet an opponent who can fight for hundreds of rounds... That's right! Just beat him until he admits defeat, and then join our Demon Cult!

After making up his mind, Yu Tingfeng turned his head to look at the person next to him...where is he?

He looked back and saw Song Zhaolan stopped in front of a certain vendor, motionless.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Yu Tingfeng turned back and asked standing beside him.

Song Zhaolan pointed to the finger cakes and asked, "Is the finger cakes made by hand?"

Yu Tingfeng seemed to have heard some joke, and showed a disgusted expression: "Nonsense, otherwise can it be called hand pancake?"

The boss looked up and glanced at them.

Song Zhaolan pointed to the stall next to him again: "Then is there a wife in that wife cake?"

"Of course." Yu Tingfeng said logically.

The boss looked at them again.

Song Zhaolan was almost persuaded, but immediately found a counterargument: "But... why is there no dog in the Goubuli steamed stuffed bun?"

"Well... because the bun shop was bought by our Demon Cult, we don't eat dog meat, so we haven't sold dog meat buns anymore." Yu Tingfeng said.

"Oh."

The boss interrupted suddenly: "Are the two handsome boys students from No. 1 Middle School?"

Yu Tingfeng didn't answer, Song Zhaolan nodded: "Is there something wrong?"

"No, I'm afraid you have something to do." The boss has already pulled out his mobile phone, ready to call the police and send the two demented teenagers back to the hospital.

Song Zhaolan's attention was once again attracted by the finger cakes in front of him, exuding a fragrance, it was a delicacy that he had never tasted before.

Yu Tingfeng reminded: "Hurry up and buy it to get down to business."

Song Zhaolan sighed softly, touched his pocket, found it was empty, and said falteringly, "I've run out of pocket money."

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

Song Zhaolan looked up at him: "Do you have any? Lend me some?"

"Oh, no loan." Yu Tingfeng put his hands on his pockets in a pretentious manner, so as not to bluntly say that his pocket money has long been gone, and raised his voice bluffing, "Don't forget who you are and who I am .”

The boss who was making pancakes felt more and more that these two people had escaped from mental illness.

"Okay." Song Zhaolan said dejectedly.

Yu Tingfeng looked at him twice, and said carefully, "You... really want to eat?"

"Um."

Yu Tingfeng put his hands in his pockets, and said tuggingly, "I have a way for you to eat, but you have to promise me one condition first."

Song Zhaolan asked expectantly and vigilantly, "What conditions?"

"You will give me three moves later in the martial arts competition."

"No problem." Song Zhaolan pointed to the cake on the stall, "I want this."

Yu Tingfeng nodded, then leaned slightly, and whispered in his ear: "Then get ready."

"Preparing for what?" Song Zhaolan was puzzled, turned to look at him, and caught off guard that his cheek bumped into the other's nose, barely brushing past him.

Yu Tingfeng's body was slightly stiff, he touched his nose, and said, "Get ready for your lightness kung fu."

"Um?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Yu Tingfeng move his Qianfeng finger, and in the blink of an eye, **** stretched out on the iron bucket, and picked up the cake with his bare hands.

Song Zhaolan's eyes widened, and the boss was also dumbfounded. The two looked at each other, but they didn't seem to react.

"What are you doing standing still, run quickly." Yu Tingfeng took his wrist and ran forward.

After a while, the boss woke up like a dream and shouted to catch the thief.

When passers-by reacted, they saw two figures running faster than dogs, and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.

 …

Deep in the alley, Song Zhaolan looked down at their wrists and asked, "Don't you feel hot?"

"It's scalding to death!" Yu Tingfeng let go of his hand immediately, and flipped the pancake with both hands, "You shit, grabbing pancakes with your hands, is it so hot that you want to kill me?"

Song Zhaolan looked at him from the side with focused eyes.

It wasn't until the other party finally held the cake firmly in his hand that he took it over in silence, um, the temperature was just right.

Song Zhaolan lowered his head and took a bite, chew it, chew it.

Yu Tingfeng found that he was inexplicably well-behaved when he was eating, he didn't make any noise, and he didn't show any superfluous expressions, as if nothing could disturb his delicious food.

Yu Tingfeng couldn't help asking: "Is it delicious?"

Song Zhaolan nodded.

"Give me a taste too."

Song Zhaolan turned his back and continued to eat cakes.

"Hey, can't you just share some cakes? Aren't you guys always claiming to be chivalrous men?" Yu Tingfeng poked him on the back shoulder.

"I haven't." Song Zhaolan replied.

"Then I don't care, just give me some points."

"As agreed in advance, this is my reward for giving you three tricks." Song Zhaolan paused, "If I give you food, wouldn't it be equivalent to giving you my life for nothing?"

Yu Tingfeng thought it seemed to be the same, so he put forward a reasonable suggestion: "Give me a taste, and I'll give you one less trick, how about you just let me have two tricks?"

Song Zhaolan said in his heart: If you give me ten moves, I can beat you to the ground.

But this cake was brought by Yu Tingfeng after all, after thinking about it, he still handed it to Yu Tingfeng's mouth: "Just one bite."

Yu Tingfeng opened his mouth and took a big mouthful.

Song Zhaolan: "..."

Song Zhaolan looked at the last small piece of cake and raised his eyebrows deeply.

"It's just so-so." Yu Tingfeng commented after eating, "I'll try to find out what is delicious, and let's just reduce the trick."

"No more." Song Zhaolan quickly stuffed the rest of the cake into his mouth, chewed until his cheeks puffed up, stretched out a hand, and said coldly, "Let's make a move, and then I will let you **** cake." Wind Palm."

Yu Tingfeng narrowed his eyes, took two steps back, and began to prepare moves.

The battle is imminent.

Song Zhaolan frowned, and was about to make a move when a sudden sound of hurried footsteps behind them interrupted their contest.

"It was they who robbed my pancakes! I still suspect that they are out of their minds. Uncle policeman, take a quick look!" The owner of the pancakes ran over with a policeman, followed by a few passers-by who joined in the fun.

"You two, follow me to the police station." The policeman said.

Yu Tingfeng was quite impatient at first, but when he saw Song Zhaolan following him obediently, and then thought that the person wearing the kind of clothes had a gun, he followed them into the car wisely.

"No, why does the police car they are sitting in can cover the whole person, and you still have to support yourself? What is this thing on the head?" Yu Tingfeng said angrily.

The policeman was riding a motorcycle and replied loudly: "Who made you happen to bump into me patrolling? I only ride a motorcycle while patrolling."

Yu Tingfeng didn't want to grab this strange man's waist at all, so he stepped back and pressed Song Zhaolan's waist.

Song Zhaolan froze and patted his hand.

Yu Tingfeng didn't let go, he didn't start fighting just now, but now he became more vigorous, the more the opponent slapped his hand, the tighter he held it: "Jie Jie Jie Jie, don't even think about escaping from the palm of my young master!"

The motorcycle stopped in front of the police station. When Song Zhaolan got out of the car, he quickly took off his helmet and kicked Yu Tingfeng: "You didn't wash your hands just now."

Yu Tingfeng got kicked and wanted to take revenge, but the helmet on his head was too obstructive, so he stomped his feet on the spot: "How do you do this thing?!"

"Don't move."

The film policeman greeted the security guard, and when he turned around, he saw Song Zhaolan helping the tall and thin boy unhook his helmet, as if he were his own brother.

"Okay, come with me, you two friends who are stealing and grabbing cakes." Just after the policeman shouted, they saw the two scuffle.

"...You guys stop! Song Zhaolan!!"

Yu Tingfeng paused suddenly, still pinching Song Zhaolan's waist, and asked in a low voice alertly: "Why does he know your name? Does he know mine? Could it be the mysterious power of this world?"

Song Zhaolan still pressed his fist against his jaw, and replied, "Because he is my father now."

Yu Tingfeng: "?"

Song Zhaolan's father may have a gun!

As soon as this idea flashed in his mind, Yu Tingfeng let go of his hand, and fell to the ground by the direction of his fist, pointing at Song Zhaolan: "He beats people, and he eats cakes."

Song Zhaolan immediately turned around and looked at Police Officer Song: "He stole the cake."

"Both of you come in for me." Officer Song said.

Song Zhaolan took two steps, saw that Yu Tingfeng was still slumped on the ground and didn't get up, fell back and stood beside him, stretching out a hand.

Yu Tingfeng looked up for a few seconds, held his hand and stood up, patted the dust off his body: "Don't think that I won't dare to hit you in the future."

"It's not certain who will win." Song Zhaolan clenched his fists confidently, "I'm very tough here."

The author has something to say:

Song Zhaolan: I am very hard here.

Yu Tingfeng: I am also very hard here.