Wulin No.1 Middle School

Yu Tingfeng straightened his back: "I don't seem to be in pain anymore, I shouldn't have been buried so early."

"No more pretending?"

"Well, don't pretend..." Yu Tingfeng raised his head suddenly, and seeing the corner of his mouth slightly closed, with an expression that he had seen through, he said in surprise, "When did you see it?"

"Do you think I've never been injured? You can't see anything when I'm injured?" Song Zhaolan smiled, "Okay, Geng Yiming is gone, so don't pretend."

"Did I pretend to show him?" Yu Tingfeng said disdainfully.

"It was pretended to be for me." Song Zhaolan patted his pocket and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I will help you fulfill your last 'last wish', and this form will definitely be handed in."

Yu Tingfeng: "...you have become bad."

"To each other." Song Zhaolan poked his head away with his index finger, sat down beside him, and said amusedly, "The dignified leader of the demon sect would pretend to be sick and pained here for a small matter, so that your subordinates will know, face What is there?"

Yu Tingfeng: "Just don't tell them."

"I don't need to tell them, but..." Song Zhaolan pointed to her pocket, "How do you explain to them about the volunteer form? Didn't you worry that you would not be able to explain to the brothers before? Why did you suddenly change your mind? ?”

"Can't I have my own new ideas?" Yu Tingfeng said.

"It seems that you have thought it over carefully. Then I will go to class first. Pay attention to your injuries and don't make too much trouble."

After Song Zhaolan left, Yu Tingfeng stood up abruptly and began to face difficulties—it is not easy to give an explanation to his subordinates.

"What's wrong with you?" When the doctor came in to get something, he saw him pacing back and forth anxiously, "Did you fall on your head?"

Yu Tingfeng's eyes lit up: "Brain? Makes sense, can you give me a proof that I lost my memory?"

The doctor stretched out a hand: "Please get out, you are no longer needed here."

When Yu Tingfeng returned to the classroom, his subordinates sent greetings of love one after another. Notes flew all over the classroom, completely ignoring the young female teacher on the podium.

The female teacher seems to have gotten used to this kind of classroom atmosphere, but if you throw a note, just throw it away, and some people throw it crookedly and hit her in the face.

It is tolerable or unbearable.

The female teacher slapped the desk, facing those professional and mischievous elements, took a deep breath, turned to look at her "same desk": "Yu Tingfeng, you take care of them."

classmates:"......"

Yu Tingfeng was worried that he didn't know how to respond to his subordinates' concern, so he shouted without looking back: "Be honest, and study hard!"

The female teacher was very relieved, and felt from the bottom of her heart that as long as Yu Tingfeng was still abiding by the law for her in this class, her resignation report would last for a while longer.

After class, the group of people immediately gathered around Yu Tingfeng, asking questions in one go.

Sun Yicheng: "Boss, how are you? Are you feeling unwell? Do we need to hang Geng Yiming up and beat him up?"

Tu Minghua: "Boss, are you a Capricorn? The fortune of Capricorn is not very good recently."

Zhang Wei: "I'm a Capricorn, so it's no wonder I've been unlucky lately. By the way, boss, have you reached an ulterior agreement with our Chinese teacher? In fact, you are her class representative, right? help her like this?"

Spy: "The latest news, the second order of chicken legs in the cafeteria is half price."

Everyone was taken aback, and they all looked at the spy.

"I'm going to get the latest information right now." The spy straightened his face, quit the group chat, and turned into a passerby to walk in the corridors of each class.

Liu Zhuizhui was not at the auditorium at the time, but after hearing other people talk about it, he became more concerned: "Did Zhang Wei fall in the arms of the boss? Can you reproduce the scene again?"

Yu Tingfeng: "?"

"You can't do it!"

Zhang Wei hurriedly stopped her terrifying thoughts.

If the picture reappears, what if my sister-in-law sees it?

That's real navel fart - what do you think (loud)?

Yu Tingfeng was silent for a while, then said solemnly: "I have something to inform you."

With a shocked face, Sun Yicheng said in deep pain, "Boss, are you dying?"

Yu Tingfeng slapped him.

Sun Yicheng touched his internally injured chest: "Very good, judging by this skill, the boss should be fine!"

Tu Minghua ignored him and asked, "Boss, what do you want to say?"

"It's about the sports department."

Sun Yicheng squeezed in again: "I know this, there are quite a lot of people who went to the sports department for interviews, even that **** Geng Yiming went. A mere sports department, sweating and working hard, what's there to do?" , we are not rare."

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

Tu Minghua condemned: "Can you let the boss finish his sentence?"

"Oh good." Sun Yicheng said obediently, "Boss, continue talking."

Yu Tingfeng didn't know how to start for a while, looked at Liu Zhuizhui, and asked: "Except for you, all the top ten singers have gone to the interview of the Ministry of Literature and Art, why don't you go?"

Liu Zhuizhui looked bewildered: "Aren't I doing it for you?"

"for me?"

"With our Devil's Cult." Liu Zhuizhui said, "If it wasn't for the chairman election, you lost to Song Zhaolan, we would have contracted such an important position long ago, right?"

Sun Yicheng: "That's right, that's right."

Yu Tingfeng was ashamed, and said in a persuasive manner: "You don't have to. If you like it, you don't have to worry about the face of the Devil's Cult. It doesn't matter if you join the student union."

"But I don't like it." Liu Zhuizhui said, "I'm not interested in the student union seat, they can go if they want."

This way is also not good, Yu Tingfeng looked at Tu Minghua again, and asked, "Do the math, is it bad or bad for us to join the student union?"

"Don't count, it must be a bad omen." Tu Minghua said with certainty.

"What big bra?" The spies squeezed in again.

Everyone looked at him together, and Liu Zhuizhui pinched him hard: "A dog can't spit out ivory, so tell me, have you heard any news?"

"Yes, yes." The spy said mysteriously, "Song Zhaolan was chatting with others in the corridor, saying that our class F is too bad, and he said it so badly, but in the end, there was no one to interview the student union. At least there was someone before." I went to run for the president, but now I'm a coward, and I dare not make a sound."

"Hey, where is he talking nonsense? I'll teach him a lesson!" Sun Yicheng rolled up his sleeves and was about to start.

"You can't beat him." Tu Minghua reminded him.

Sun Yicheng paused, then slowly looked at Yu Tingfeng: "Boss, are you angry?"

"Angry." Yu Tingfeng blinked his eyes, "Did he really say that? Word for word?"

Spy: "I've polished it up a bit."

Sun Yicheng was gearing up: "That's what it means, so what are we waiting for, let's copy guys now..."

Yu Tingfeng: "Go and join the student union."

"Okay!......Wait, boss, what did you say?" Sun Yicheng looked at him in disbelief.

"They laughed at us for not daring to join, can you bear this?" Yu Tingfeng said viciously.

Everyone: "No way!"

"Then let's add a trial and let him see what it means to die and survive." Yu Tingfeng said.

"It makes sense." Tu Minghua was persuaded, "The best way to defeat the enemy is to slap the face. When we control the other departments of the student union, we can make Song Zhaolan empty. Wouldn't it be our world again? "

The spies added: "Besides, we can also be undercover agents, use the student union to integrate into the decent organization of the martial arts, and corrupt them from the inside. It will definitely get twice the result with half the effort."

"You talk a lot today, and if you play more roles, you will have a name." Liu Zhuizhui reminded the spy, "Don't forget, you are just a passerby with no name and no surname."

"Yes, I'll leave now, little one." The spy once again exited the stage.

"Wonderful!" Sun Yicheng was overwhelmed by their ideas, "Then what are you waiting for, let's do it this way, I'll go get the volunteer form now, and let the student union become our tool, jeez jeez!"

Zhang Wei couldn't help but interject: "However, the time for submitting the volunteer form has passed."

Everyone: "..."

The big plan that had just been raised was just such a sentence, and it was wiped out lightly.

"Then what should we do?" Sun Yicheng expressed his confusion, "Why don't we beat Song Zhaolan."

"Go by yourself, I don't want to die." The one who knows the current affairs is Junjie, and Zhang Junjie is the first to shrink back.

Just when everyone was frustrated, Yu Tingfeng stood up calmly: "I have a solution."

"What way?" Sun Yicheng asked in surprise.

"You don't need to worry about this, just wait for my good news." After Yu Tingfeng finished speaking, he left the classroom gracefully.

Sun Yicheng and others bid farewell to his tall and stalwart figure in admiration.

A few minutes later, Yu Tingfeng stepped on the class bell and walked in, and nodded in the expectant eyes of his subordinates: "It's done, I got a quota in the sports department, and I have already handed in the form."

"The boss is the boss, so stable and powerful." Sun Yicheng took the lead in applauding, without any hesitation in praise.

The other students didn't know what happened, but they clapped together as a group.

 …

It was the weekend in a blink of an eye, and Yu Tingfeng bumped into Song Zhaolan at the school gate, and as soon as he walked there, his subordinates blocked the road.

Sun Yicheng stood in front of him with a small body, and said happily: "Boss, I heard that there is a new game hall opened in front, do you want to go and have a look?"

Tu Minghua also stood in front of him: "Boss, why don't you go to the Tarot Pavilion with me?"

Liu Zhuizhui: "The season is changing, I have to buy two nice clothes, you go with me."

Zhang Wei: "Boss, you accompany me... Forget it, copy your homework for me."

Several people surrounded him and walked towards home, Yu Tingfeng glanced back from time to time, and saw Song Zhaolan leaving from the other side with his bag on his back, so he looked away.

"No, no." Yu Tingfeng refused.

"Then let us take you home." Sun Yicheng said sincerely, "What if that kid Geng Yiming takes revenge on you, we are by your side to protect you."

It was for this reason that Yu Tingfeng didn't kick these troublesome guys away one by one. He sighed: "Geng Yiming apologized to me, and, besides, you think I won't be able to beat him? Hurry up and go back to your respective houses." , Let’s find our own mothers.”

"That kid would actually take the initiative to apologize to you? It's really rare." Tu Minghua said with emotion.

Yu Tingfeng hooked the corner of his mouth.

But Sun Yicheng insisted: "That can't be taken lightly, who knows if he will play tricks behind his back. Boss, let us **** you back."

"Yes." Liu Zhuizhui echoed, "I miss Aunt Yu, and I want to eat the little cake she made hehehe."

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

This group of people sent him all the way to Yu Huan's shop, and it was lively for a while. When it was time for dinner, I was ready to leave.

Yu Huan packed some snacks for them one by one and took them home, especially Liu Zhuichui, who received double the portion, and smiled with a smile on his lips: "Thank you, auntie, I like the pine nut cake you made the most!"

"Don't you like red bean cakes?" Yu Huan said with a smile.

"I like it too, but I prefer pine nut cake." Liu Zhuizhui waved his hand, "Goodbye, auntie, I'll come again next time!"

Yu Tingfeng pushed people aside: "Hurry up and get out, are you here to empty out my family?"

"Stinky boy, why are you talking to Zhuizhui?" Yu Huan patted him hard, then turned around to try to coax Liu Zhuizhui, but she looked like a normal person, she seemed to be used to this kind of treatment.

Yu Huan became even angrier. After a group of people left, he turned around and chased Yu Tingfeng with a rolling pin: "How do you talk to girls? I'm used to it, don't you know how to respect it?!"

Yu Tingfeng: "How innocent I am, do you think I haven't been scolded by her?"

"I don't care if you get scolded or not, but you just can't bully her!" Yu Huan chased out of the store, but Yu Tingfeng ran as fast as if the soles of his feet had been oiled.

"I'm not eating at home!"

 …

Room 403, the doorbell rang twice.

"Xiao Lan, go and see who's here." Zhao Qinghong shouted from the kitchen.

"Here we are." Song Zhaolan came out of the bedroom with a book in his hand, and after opening the door, he was taken aback, "Why are you here?"

"I was kicked out by my mother, and I was not allowed to go home for dinner." Yu Tingfeng asked, "Can you take me in for a while?"

"come in."

Zhao Qinghong poked her head out from the kitchen, and said with a smile, "So it's Xiaofeng, long time no see, why are you here?"

"Oh, I'm here to ask a question, I'll ask Song Zhaolan for advice." Yu Tingfeng said without blushing.

"No problem, it's just in time, let's have dinner right away, let's have some food together."

"Okay, I really like your craftsmanship." After Yu Tingfeng greeted her, when he sat down, he met Song Zhaolan's surprised eyes, "What's wrong?"

"Are you still Yu Tingfeng?" Song Zhaolan looked at him incredulously, "So polite?"

Yu Tingfeng sat down on the sofa, raised one leg, and proudly said: "A man can bend and stretch."

Song Zhaolan smiled helplessly.

Yu Tingfeng tilted his head: "Thanks for the volunteer form."

"You don't have to thank me, anyway, you're only an hour late, so it's fine."

"That's not what I said." Yu Tingfeng said, "You deliberately belittled Class F in the corridor."

Song Zhaolan nodded: "I think your subordinates may be more useful in aggressive methods?"

Yu Tingfeng gave a thumbs up: "Why don't you come and be their leader."

"No, they are so stupid, they can't move them."

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

Seeing the book in his hand, Yu Tingfeng sat down curiously, leaned close to him, lowered his head and asked, "What are you reading?"

Complete Explanation of English Grammar

"This thing gives me a headache just looking at it." Yu Tingfeng complained, and when he raised his head, he realized that the two of them were so close, as if they could have a kiss in the next second.

Yu Tingfeng asked in a low voice: "Am I your good brother?"

Song Zhaolan thought deeply: "In a sense, yes."

"Then do you want to be with me..." Yu Tingfeng tentatively asked, his voice getting lower and lower, but he could not utter the words "mouth to mouth". scene transfer.

Yu Tingfeng turned his head to look, and saw a third-rate idol drama playing on the screen, Mr. Ba pushed the simple, pure and easy-to-destroy little wife against the wall, with a hoarse voice, red eyes, and kissed her hard.

Immediately afterwards, the picture continued to rotate, and the camera zoomed in infinitely around the mouths of the two.

Yu Tingfeng:! !

Yu Tingfeng was in a turmoil, turned his head abruptly, saw Song Zhaolan was watching with gusto, his ears were bloodshot quickly, and covered his eyes in anger, fearing that Zhao Qinghong would overhear, so he could only move closer to his ear, and lowered his voice: "You What kind of mess are you looking at? Be honest, have you been harboring evil intentions for a long time?!"

The author has something to say:

Song Zhaolan: You are a thief calling for a thief.