Wulin No.1 Middle School

In the evening self-study, Yu Tingfeng fidgeted restlessly in his seat, crossing his legs for a while, and lying on the table for a while.

Seeing this, Sun Yicheng called him, worried about his body: "Boss, do you have hemorrhoids?"

The whole class laughed.

"Get out!" Yu Tingfeng said to them angrily, then took out his mobile phone, put it in a book to cover it, turned it to silent mode, and turned on the idol drama he saw at Song's house last time.

Well, non-members still have to watch the ads.

Distraughtly, he waited for tens of seconds for the commercial to end before quickly pulling the progress bar, and finally found the kissing scene near the end of the episode.

Hold your breath, concentrate, and watch carefully.

Half a minute later, he closed the book to block the screen.

No, my heart is still completely conflicted.

After a while, he carefully opened the book again, and looked at the rotating picture of kissing on the screen.

"Snapped-"

The classroom was dark.

Yu Tingfeng was startled, and raised his head, with the light on the screen reflected on his face, he looked around blankly.

"Ah! Why is there no electricity?"

"who is it?"

"Help, the head teacher is at the door!"

Ma Jingyang turned on the lights again and walked up to the podium: "Come on, be more conscious."

A girl took the initiative to hand over her mobile phone.

"There are also Tu Minghua and Yu Tingfeng." Ma Jingyang said.

Tu Minghua's eyes were dark, and he handed over his phone with heartache, thinking: After I become a fairy, I must build a school where I can play with my phone and read novels at any time!

Ma Jingyang walked to the side of the podium, under Yu Tingfeng's dull gaze, confiscated the mobile phone hidden in the book.

Yu Tingfeng was startled, and reached out to **** it. During the struggle, Ma Jingyang accidentally pressed the volume button with his fingers. The next moment, everyone in the class heard gasps coming from the phone, and a deep magnetic voice——

"Woman, are you satisfied?"

Class F: "Hahahahahahahaha!"

The laughter almost broke the roof, and the whole building could hear the excitement here.

Yu Tingfeng's face was quickly filled with blood, he picked up the book awkwardly, buried his face in it, and the book was crumpled.

I'd rather die.

The corner of Ma Jingyang's mouth twitched, he turned off his mobile phone, warned the students who were playing with mobile phones with a few words, and left the classroom after maintaining good discipline.

In less than half an hour, the story of Yu Tingfeng peeking at idol dramas in his evening self-study spread throughout the senior one teaching building, and several high-rise buildings were erected in the forum—

There is a ruthless ridicule building, the content of satire and ridicule is so rich, and the language is rich, you can get a glimpse of the profoundness of Chinese culture.

There is a professional drama chasing building, guess which drama it is based on the revealed voice and BGM, it is so powerful, I have to chase it when I go home.

There is a data analysis building, and according to the number of violations of Yu Tingfeng after enrollment, a statistical table is made. This time it can be regarded as refreshing new data and violations.

There is an academic discussion building. From the appearance of Yu Tingfeng being ridiculed for watching idol dramas, we can find the problem of stereotyping men. Who said that tough guys can’t watch idol dramas? This is a fallacy and is unacceptable. We need to support Yu Tingfeng to watch more, and drive other boys to release their instincts. If you want to watch girl comics, you can watch girl comics, if you want to watch Korean dramas, you can watch Korean dramas, and if you want to cry, cry! Yu Tingfeng is a real man, keep going!

And the biggest consequence of this incident is that when everyone saw Yu Tingfeng, they couldn't help but ask, "Woman, are you still satisfied?"

After several times of dissemination, it was later changed to "Man, are you still satisfied?"

When Yu Tingfeng went to the toilet, the boy next to him glanced at him and asked with a smile, "Man, are you satisfied?"

Yu Tingfeng: The fist is hardened.

Yu Tingfeng returned to the classroom, and the female classmate stuffed him with a few books, "That school girl is a little bit tricky", "Mommy Baby: A Boy Genius and an Innocent Mom", "Ninety-nine Heartbeats", "My Lord, Lighten Up" "Love", asked with a smile, "Man, are you still satisfied?"

Yu Tingfeng just threw the book away!

Yu Tingfeng was in class, and the Chinese teacher knocked on the blackboard: "The upper part of the poem "Yulin Ling" depicts the bleak scene of saying goodbye to the lover, and the lower part describes the pain after parting. The whole poem is sad and moving, lingering and sentimental. Stop the wind, are you still satisfied?"

The whole class suppressed their laughter.

Yu Tingfeng: "...you rebelled."

The female teacher laughed.

Yu Tingfeng went to the cafeteria to make a meal, and his aunt gave him an extra spoonful, and asked with a smile, "Man, are you satisfied?"

Yu Tingfeng: "......"

What's the point of living!

Yu Tingfeng shut himself up, summoned his subordinates, gritted his teeth and said, "Is there any way to make these people shut up?"

Sun Yicheng: "Poison and bomb the school."

"No, we don't have poison and explosives." Tu Minghua said, "I have a way, call the whole school together at night, I will cast some spells on them, and use the closed mantra. Speak."

"You have read too many novels, and you still keep your mouth shut. I think you should shut up." Zhang Wei said speechlessly, "If you want me to say, other people's mouths can't be controlled, why don't we just skip class and see nothing. "

Liu Zhuizhui didn't understand: "Why do everyone laugh at it? Don't you think that sentence is very domineering and handsome?"

Several people:"......?"

Yu Tingfeng suddenly slapped her: "Woman, do you like this kind?"

Liu Zhuizhui nodded, with a happy expression on his face: "I like it! Come here a few more times, it's so cool, I like it so much! The voice can be lower, the momentum can be more domineering, and then forcefully kiss me, don't just because I am a delicate flower And take pity on me!"

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

After many suggestions, Yu Tingfeng still chose Zhang Wei's suggestion to skip class.

Stay away from this place for now, too doggy.

He came to the old place, turned outside the school skillfully, went to the food street opposite, and ordered a bowl of beef noodles.

The shop is not big, and the small tables are covered with oil, but the smell is quite fragrant. After eating in two or three bites, he had nothing to do. He subconsciously took out his vocabulary book and memorized a few words. Then when he thought about what he was doing, he put the book in his pocket with disgust.

Get a fart study! Tired of studying!

After sitting for a while, there was still nothing to do, and seeing a new guest coming, I had to get up and give up my seat, and return along the original road.

When he passed by the hand-grabbing pancake stand, he paused and looked at the boss in blank dismay.

The boss lowered his head and continued to spread the cakes, pretending not to see him.

"Two." Yu Tingfeng generously took out the money and put it in the change basket, "Slow down."

Boss: "..." The job is hard to do, and the money is hard to earn.

After buying finger biscuits, he wandered around again, bought some other snacks, and walked to school while eating.

Unexpectedly, I ran into Yu Huan who was passing by in a corner under the wall.

The two stared at each other dumbfounded.

Yu Tingfeng took a bite of the grilled sausage: "What are you doing here?"

"It's going to cool down tomorrow, so I'll ask Lao Ma to hand over some clothes to you. Since you're here, I'll give it to you directly." Yu Huan handed him a big bag.

Yu Tingfeng's arm sank, and he weighed it, but it wasn't light.

"How did you get here?"

"Bus." After Yu Huan finished speaking, he suddenly paused, "Did you skip class? Now is the time for self-study!?"

"Um."

Yu Huan stretched out his hand to pat him: "Hurry up, hurry up and get the **** out of here."

Yu Tingfeng couldn't feel the pain at all, and looked back at her thin clothes and red hands, and asked, "Are you trying to seduce the old horse by wearing so little?"

"how do you know?"

"..."

"What are you waiting for, come back to school with me." Yu Huan dragged him towards the gate.

"Wait, I'm going up from here."

Yu Huan raised his head and glanced at the wall: "You are going to die, if you don't go through the good gate, why are you going here?"

"If you walk through the gate, you will be caught by the director, and you will be invited to the school again." Yu Tingfeng said.

"Climb quickly, do you need a hand?" Yu Huan asked.

"No need." Yu Tingfeng handed her the big bag, "After I climb up, you can pass it to me."

"it is good."

Yu Tingfeng flipped up and reached out to her.

"Wow." Yu Huan lifted the bag up.

Yu Tingfeng held it with one hand, and lifted it up: "What the **** is in it? It's so heavy."

"Two pieces of clothes, some red bean cakes and pine nut cakes, remember to share one point with your friends. There is also a box of Wahaha, for your brain."

"...I don't know who needs to make up their minds." Yu Tingfeng muttered.

"How about it, isn't my wife very caring?" Yu Huan asked with a smile on his hips, "Man, are you satisfied?"

"Crap." Yu Tingfeng almost threw the bag out, "Did the old horse tell you that!"

"Hee hee hee, I can't see that you still like this tune."

"Farewell!" Yu Tingfeng threw the bag onto the lawn inside, and jumped back into the school. As soon as he stood up straight, someone pointed a pen at his temple.

"Put your hands up."

Yu Tingfeng raised his hand and looked back at the other party.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, I must have been caught." Song Zhaolan said triumphantly.

Yu Tingfeng turned around helplessly: "Let me go once."

"What is this?" Song Zhaolan pointed to the bag on the lawn.

Yu Tingfeng blinked, changed his expression, and said innocently: "My mother sent me the clothes, and I went out to get these."

"Why do you have to go over the wall to pick up the clothes? Wouldn't it be better to let your mother deliver them to the gate?" Song Zhaolan asked.

"Because... because of the trouble!" Yu Tingfeng pushed away his hand holding the pen, and said convincingly, "The fact that she fell in love with Lao Ma is already an open secret in our class, it can be called gossip She is top-notch. If her classmates bump into her, there may be some rumors about her, so she doesn't want to show up, so I secretly came to get it."

After speaking, Song Zhaolan was silent, as if he was thinking about this possibility.

He took the opportunity to interrupt the other party's train of thought, hooked his shoulders and walked to the edge of the lawn: "Don't think about it, come, my mother brought you something."

"For me?" Song Zhaolan asked in surprise, "What?"

Yu Tingfeng opened the bag, and what came into view were two thick clothes. He took out the middle and touched the pine nut cake sandwiched between the clothes.

The cake wasn't out of shape, it was just upside down and the cream got on the lid.

"What is this?" Song Zhaolan asked eagerly.

"Oh, this is for Liu Zhuicui." Yu Tingfeng said.

"... Oh." Song Zhaolan's eyes lost their brilliance, and he couldn't help but look at the little cake a few more times.

Yu Tingfeng unzipped the zipper next to it, and took out a plastic bag from the small compartment, which contained a dozen or so red bean cakes.

"This is for you." Yu Tingfeng took out one casually, his face froze, "It's over, it's crushed. Forget it, I'll replace it for you next time."

"It's okay, it's just that it doesn't look good, and it doesn't affect the taste." Song Zhaolan grabbed the bag and snatched it.

"You really don't choose." Yu Tingfeng smiled, "Then for the sake of my mother bringing you biscuits all the way, can you let me go this time?"

Song Zhaolan thought for three seconds: "Okay."

Yu Tingfeng breathed a sigh of relief.

"Go back to the classroom." Song Zhaolan said.

Yu Tingfeng also had this plan in mind, and his weariness of studying disappeared at some point, maybe when he saw Yu Huan coming to deliver clothes in the cold night, or maybe it was because Song Zhaolan stayed here for a long time just to supervise him When returning to the classroom.

All in all, school is not annoying anymore, as for those people, just say what you like!

Yu Tingfeng walked forward with his bag in a good mood, and asked casually, "What are you holding?"

Song Zhaolan handed him the notebook: "This is for you, the English grammar notes, remember to return them to me after reading them."

Yu Tingfeng took it and looked at it casually, and found that the content inside was not as incomprehensible as the teaching aids, so he thoughtfully annotated it.

"Not bad, this is really a good thing."

Song Zhaolan raised his chin confidently, and the corner of his mouth curled up: "How is it? Man, are you satisfied?"

Yu Tingfeng: "??"

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

Yu Tingfeng: "Stop!"

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