MTL - Wulin No.1 Middle School-Chapter 10

After Yu Tingfeng gnawed the pigeon leg, he turned to look at Song Zhaolan.

Sensing the hint in his eyes, Song Zhaolan looked down at the meat left in his hand, pretended not to see it, turned his back to him, and started eating.

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

"Hey, this is my Qiuxiang!"

"You promised me yourself." Song Zhaolan ate whole, "The leader of the Demon Cult, you can't believe what you say."

Yu Tingfeng was speechless, but the scent next to him made his mouth water. He sat silently for a while, then woke up suddenly——

I am the leader of the Demon Cult! What do you want to keep your word, burning, killing and looting is my standard!

Thinking of this, Yu Tingfeng stretched out his hand and wanted to grab it, but the other party seemed to have been prepared, and swallowed the meat in his hand in one big gulp, his cheeks puffed up.

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

"How much food can you hold?" Yu Tingfeng couldn't hold back, and poked his cheek.

Song Zhaolan was chewing quickly, and suddenly his ears and eyes moved, and he grabbed his wrist: "It seems that someone is coming."

"Who lit the fire here?!" The dean ran over angrily, and saw that the fire in the middle had been extinguished, and two figures fled in front, and disappeared in a swish.

"Stop, who are you two! Stop!" The dean chased out and bumped into a person.

"Oh, who the **** doesn't have eyes...Ah, hello, director, goodbye, director!" Huang Mao turned around and was about to run, but was pulled back by the director with quick eyes and hands.

"Who did you scold just now?"

"No, I didn't scold anyone."

"Did you light the fire here?"

"Fire? What fire?"

"Who else is it if it's not you?" The dean scratched his hair, "How many times have I emphasized that you can't dye or perm your hair, let's go, follow me to the Academic Affairs Office."

Huang Mao wants to cry but has no tears. He suspects that the water has been retrograde recently, and he will be taught a lesson for whatever he does not go well.

And the real instigator, at this moment, just finished wiping his mouth calmly, bid farewell to Yu Tingfeng downstairs in the classroom, and returned to the classroom calmly.

There were quite a few people standing in the corridor, most of them were girls from other classes, besieging the door of Class A. Seeing him walking past, some people covered their mouths and sniggered, some pushed and shouted for their companions to rush.

Song Zhaolan looked at them suspiciously, feeling that these gazes seemed familiar——

That's how the martial arts righteous people watched him ascend to the chairmanship of the league.

One of the beautiful girls walked in front of him, but he subconsciously took two steps back and asked cautiously, "What are you doing?"

The girl looked back at her companions, and several girls gave her cheering gestures one after another. She took a deep breath and said, "Student Song Zhaolan, I want to be your friend, can I?"

Song Zhaolan didn't answer, but knocked on the glass window next to her, and Yu Xiaohui's seat was inside.

Seeing so many people surrounding the leader, Yu Xiaohui immediately called everyone out to uphold justice, put on a cold face, and asked, "What are you going to do to him?"

The girls in the corridor saw Yu Xiaohui standing in front of Song Zhaolan with an air of protecting the cubs, and she herself had delicate features, a cold temperament, and sharp eyes, which inevitably made people misunderstand.

The female classmate asked, "Are you Song Zhaolan's girlfriend?"

Yu Xiaohui blinked, took a step back, and asked her teammates in a low voice: "Girlfriend, what is it?"

While the girl was waiting, the dozen or so people quickly formed a circle, muttering as if no one else was there—

Xue Canming: "I don't know, I don't have any memories of my girlfriend in this body."

Beggar Sect leader: "Do you mean female friends? If that's the case, Master Yu, you are indeed Brother Song's girlfriend."

Song Zhaolan shook her head: "But my mother said that if I have a girlfriend, I have to give her pocket money."

Yu Xiaohui said: "It's not easy, I'm your girlfriend, leader, please give me your pocket money."

Song Zhaolan: "...I won't give it."

Yu Xiaohui: "Tsk, you are not mean enough to your friends."

As the two talked, they almost turned their faces over the pocket money.

The leader of the beggar gang said peace: "Master Yu, don't panic, you are our girlfriend, I can give you this week's pocket money."

"Well, yes." Yu Xiaohui took his pocket money.

End of the meeting.

A group of people set up their battle postures again, surrounded Song Zhaolan in the middle, and looked at the people around them in a serious manner.

"Are you guys and girls? Do you still need to discuss it for so long?" The girl was puzzled.

"Yes, after our serious discussion, it can be confirmed that I am not Brother Song's girlfriend." Sect Leader Yu said ruthlessly.

The girl just breathed a sigh of relief, and heard her say again: "Unless he is willing to give me the pocket money, I will be his girlfriend."

Girls: "..." This is the first time I've seen such a blatant gold digger! How about you pretend?

Yu Xiaohui: "Otherwise I can only be Wu Xiaoyu's girlfriend."

Wu Xiaoyu, the leader of the beggar gang, nodded.

Girls: "..." Awesome.

"Student Song, do you like girls like this?" Seeing Song Zhaolan staring at Yu Xiaohui in front of her, the girl said, "Student Song?"

Everyone was waiting for Song Zhaolan's answer, but Song Zhaolan stared down at the change in Yu Xiaohui's hand, thought of something, turned to Wu Xiaoyu and said, "Since she can be your girlfriend, so can I."

Girls: "..."

What kind of tangled and chaotic relationship are you guys! Song Zhaolan, we want to be your girlfriend, but you want to be our sister? !

Wu Xiaoyu replied: "But Brother Song, you are a boy, so you should be your boyfriend?"

"Is there pocket money for that?"

"Of course I have, I must have it!" Wu Xiaoyu took out the change from his pocket again, "I'll give you all of it, and tell me if you don't have enough."

Song Zhaolan was satisfied.

Others were not satisfied.

The girl who originally wanted to make friends took her friends away sadly. Before leaving, she glanced at Song Zhaolan, then at Yu Xiaohui and Wu Xiaoyu: "You... wish you three happiness."

Song Zhaolan was quite polite: "Thank you."

girl:"......"

My heart is bitter.

After the outsiders left, Song Zhaolan and the others turned around and returned to the classroom.

Of course, the students also watched this good show, laughing so much that the roof was about to burst, someone joked: "Wu Xiaoyu can do it, you kill both men and women, you took down the prettiest guy and the most beautiful girl. "

Wu Xiaoyu didn't understand the implication, he smiled at them friendly, and then sighed with his teammates.

"Actually, it would be great if you could take my pocket money."

Song Zhaolan: "Why?"

Wu Xiaoyu stood by the window, looked up at the sky sadly, his eyes were full of nostalgia for the past: "Because, I haven't been to ask for food for a long time."

When the students around him heard this, they looked at him in disbelief. They hadn't seen this kind of idiot for many years.

I saw Wu Xiaoyu was completely immersed in his emotions, and the corners of his eyes were stained with tears: "I don't know how my brothers are doing. In the days when I'm not around, will the food they want be delicious?"

Classmates: "..." I'm sick, isn't that how the second-year illness is caused?

Song Zhaolan patted him on the shoulder: "Hey."

Several other people also patted Wu Xiaoyu's shoulder one after another: "Brother, look out."

Wu Xiaoyu pretended to be strong and smiled, and said to this group of teammates in distress: "I have made up my mind since I was a child, to help us become famous all over the world, so that everyone can practice well and have enough food. We live for more It’s just a beggar.”

classmates:"............"

"But now I have nothing." Wu Xiaoyu was devastated, "Do you know who my parents are now?"

The teammates shook their heads, and Song Zhaolan asked casually, "Who is it?"

"The richest man in Wulin."

Song Zhaolan: "..."

Teammates: "..."

classmates:"......."

Is this showing off your wealth? Is there anyone else in charge? Teacher, come quickly, someone is bullying someone here!

Wu Xiaoyu looked gloomy, and said to himself: "I have nothing but a little money now."

classmates:"......"

That's enough, that's enough, don't say any more, if you say any more, I'm going to beat you!

Not to mention the students, even the teammates couldn't stand it anymore, especially Song Zhaolan, who was short of money to buy meat, wanted to kick him over.

"What are you doing, don't you know about class? Wu Xiaoyu, what are you doing standing next to the trash can? Do you want to pick up trash?!" The class teacher suddenly appeared at the door and shouted.

Wu Xiaoyu was surprised: "Teacher, why do you know what I think?"

The author has something to say:

Teacher: I also know that if you stop studying, you will really pick up trash in the future!

Wu Xiaoyu: Really! ☆o☆