MTL - Wulin No.1 Middle School-Chapter 12

Yu Tingfeng ran back to the dormitory, turned around and was about to close the door when he saw Song Zhaolan running back, moving like a gust of wind, lifting the hem of his clothes, and entered the diagonally opposite door one after the other with his long legs.

Yu Tingfeng paused, and closed the door.

"Boss, where have you been?" Sun Yicheng asked concerned.

Yu Tingfeng didn't answer, turned around and went to bed, looked down at several subordinates, and glanced at their crotch by the way: "Why aren't you wearing clothes?"

"We are all old men, what clothes should we wear?" Sun Yicheng laughed.

Yu Tingfeng looked at him silently.

Sun Yicheng was inexplicably cold, and the few hurried to put on their underwear.

"Boss, are you here to play games?" Right Protector asked.

No one answered.

Guardian You walked to his bedside, saw him resting his head with his hands on his head, staring at the ceiling in a daze, and asked, "Boss, do you have something on your mind?"

Yu Tingfeng "cut": "No."

"Then why aren't you on the game yet?"

"Come on." Yu Tingfeng shook his head, picked up his phone, and played the game wholeheartedly.

Accidentally calling in the middle of the night, Yu Tingfeng put down his phone and was about to go to sleep, but he thought of something, quietly picked up his phone again, and huddled under the blanket.

Opened WeChat and clicked on Song Zhaolan's circle of friends, but there was no news.

Zoom in on the profile picture again, very good, it’s a piece of biscuit.

He lifted the quilt irritably: "Get up, get up for me."

The subordinates who had just closed their eyes were woken up by him, and they struggled sleepily and asked, "Boss, what's the matter?"

"Tell me everything you know about Song Zhaolan," Yu Tingfeng said.

"Now?" Protector You was puzzled, "Didn't you know him a long time ago?"

"What do I know? I know that he came from an unknown place, and he hasn't touched any of our people." Yu Tingfeng scratched his hair impatiently, so he didn't want to kill him. After all, he had to meet someone who could match him. It is very difficult to be a real master.

Sun Yicheng was very sleepy, but he still replied obediently: "According to the investigation of my former subordinates, Song Zhaolan did not enter into a famous family before he became the leader. Both parents died when he was young, and he grew up alone in the wilderness. There was a feud. After our old leader and his wife wounded the previous leader, his name appeared on the rivers and lakes."

"Who is his master?" Yu Tingfeng asked.

It doesn't make sense that a random person can go through so many tricks with him, either he is a master from a master, or he has found some long-lost secret manual.

"I don't know, no one knows about it." Sun Yicheng paused, thinking of something, and said, "But I found out something else."

"What's up?"

"The thing is like this. At that time, when our people were chasing and killing the previous martial arts leader, they didn't succeed, so I caught up and took a look. Guess what I saw?"

Yu Tingfeng didn't say a word, the right protector asked: "What did you see?"

"I saw Song Zhaolan sneaking out in the middle of the night, sneaky, very vigilant about the things hidden in his arms..." Sun Yicheng lowered his voice, successfully arousing the curiosity of others.

"What did he hide? Did he steal the secret books and treasures of the old leader?" You Guardian asked.

"No and no." Sun Yicheng jumped out word by word, "I followed him, and found that he sneaked to the back kitchen of the inn, took two chicken legs, and then sat on the roof to watch over him. Hit me in the head with a chicken bone. So I reasonably suspect he's a glutton."

Yu Tingfeng picked up the pillow and threw it at him: "You still doubt it? Can you say something useful?!"

Sun Yicheng returned the pillow respectfully and said, "Let me think about it again...I thought of it! When he threw the chicken bone, he didn't look at me at all, as if he threw the chicken bone afterwards. , hey, I got the **** **** up."

Guardian You reminded him: "Why do I think you are quite proud?"

"Ahem." Sun Yicheng straightened his face and said seriously, "Master, Boss, I think Song Zhaolan's martial arts are definitely not inferior to yours. Let's get rid of him as soon as possible."

"Not under me? You mean I can still lose to him?" Yu Tingfeng asked slowly.

"No, no, I mean, this person is very dangerous."

Yu Tingfeng smiled inexplicably.

Danger? Just that goose?

 …

On the night when Yu Tingfeng suffered from insomnia, there was another person who was tossing and turning—Huang Mao was not going well recently.

First, he was carried around the school by Yu Tingfeng's people, completely humiliated. That night, Song Zhaolan beat him up again, and he could no longer lift his head in front of his brother.

Then, he was just in a hurry to urinate, he was too lazy to go to the toilet in the distance, and he just wanted to urinate in the grove nearby, so he was caught by the dean, who insisted that he set fire to the mountain.

Did he set fire to the mountain? He was obviously going to water the garden!

After he desperately clarified that he did not set the fire, the dean found the lighter in his pocket.

"What's this?" The dean looked like Shura, and he slid the roller, and the flames popped out with a whoosh.

"Ah, this..." Huang Mao immediately blew out the flames and smiled coyly, "I used it to make wishes."

"Don't play tricks on me." The director began to snort his hair again, "When did you dye it? I'll dye it back next week, or I'll cut it for you with scissors, do you hear me?"

"I heard it." Huang Mao nodded like a pounding garlic.

At this moment, some teacher in the office mentioned the flag-raising ceremony in the morning. When Huang Mao heard the names of Yu Tingfeng and Song Zhaolan, he suddenly thought of something and opened his eyes wide: "Director, I know who these two guys are." It's set on fire!"

"Who?"

"Yu Tingfeng and Song Zhaolan!"

"Don't listen to the wind is the rain."

"Really, when I went to the woods, I saw the two of them running. I thought they were chasing and fighting. Do you think they were hit and run?" Huang Mao said, "If you don't believe me, you can go and see Just watch the surveillance."

The dean thought for a while, and was really embarrassed to tell him that the camera on the basketball court was broken by a student playing last week, and it hasn't had time to replace it.

"Okay, okay, hurry back to class." The dean urged.

"Aren't you looking for the person who set the fire?"

"What kind of fire, did I say set fire? Go, go, don't spread rumors here, nothing happened."

Not only that, but he was also educated for dyeing his hair, and he was released from the Political and Education Department after writing a self-criticism.

When returning to the dormitory, I saw Yu Tingfeng and Song Zhaolan feeding each other Coke. I bumped into it, I bumped into it, who knew that when the student council was looking for someone who was throwing coke cans, they caught him hiding by the flower bed.

"It's really not me, it's the other two boys, hurry up and chase after them."

"It's not you, what are you doing wretchedly here?"

"Who are you calling wretched?" Huang Mao pushed him away and greeted his ancestors.

Then he was named by the student union, and he had to be taught a lesson again.

The root cause is Yu Tingfeng. Huang Mao made up his mind to find a way!

The next day, there were still many people around in the corridor, all asking for Yu Tingfeng's name, as if he had become a famous person.

Huang Mao was so angry, he walked to the last row angrily, and slapped Yu Tingfeng's table.

A circle of Demon Cultists around raised their heads one after another, looking at him unkindly.

Facing the eyes that seemed to want to chop him off, Huang Mao's heart trembled, and he saw a burly boy clenched his fists, as if he was about to hit his handsome face in the next second.

He met Yu Tingfeng's gaze, and grabbed Yu Tingfeng's hand suddenly: "Boss, take me, let me join you!"

Yu Tingfeng: "What?"

Huang Mao figured it out, fighting, he couldn't beat this group of people. Since you can't beat it, then join!

And I don't know what powerful background this group of people have, which can make the dean give up using surveillance to investigate them!

Smart people know the importance of being in a group. Yu Tingfeng is so popular now, standing with him, maybe some girls will pay more attention to him!

"Let me join you, we can join forces and dominate No. 1 Middle School!"

Yu Tingfeng was silent for a few seconds, and said, "Wait first."

After finishing speaking, he got up and pulled away the chair, waved his hand, and went out with his men.

While Huang Mao was waiting for the results of the interview, they gathered around the rooftop to discuss.

"What do you think?" Yu Tingfeng asked.

The right protector: "This person snatched your mobile phone from the boss before, and it seems that he is also a person who does many evil things."

Liu Zhuizhui smiled and said, "That's just right, it meets our recruitment requirements, and he looks good~"

Sun Yicheng: "I didn't expect that there would be people willing to join our Demon Cult. Of course we can't let it go. We need such talents right now to expand the team!"

However, there are still people who have objections: "But what if he wants to seek revenge? While our boss is asleep, and then treat him like this..."

Sun Yicheng: "What kind?"

"Peel off the flesh and drink its blood."

"hiss-"

"He dares!" Yu Tingfeng patted each of them on the head.

Yu Tingfeng himself was very dissatisfied with the person who snatched his mobile phone, so after returning, he told him the result of the interview: "We don't need you."

"But..." Huang Mao pushed the others away, and whispered in his ear, "I know the secret between you and Song Zhaolan, you don't want others to know?"

Yu Tingfeng frowned, thinking that he and Song Zhaolan had a secret.

Did this kid know that he added Song Zhaolan's wechat friend?

Although there is nothing wrong with this matter, if the subordinates know about it, they may have to bother to explain it.

"Okay, let's join." Yu Tingfeng said to his subordinates, "We need someone who understands the rules of this world. Even if he is here to seek revenge, I can't help him?"

Sun Yicheng was gearing up: "That's right, he thought he was an undercover agent, but in fact we already knew he was an undercover agent, and then sent him to be our undercover agent."

"Boss, do you need me to do anything for you?" Huang Mao hurriedly expressed his loyalty.

"Help me clean the toilet first."

A group of them were fined to clean the toilet for a week because of violation of discipline.

"..." Huang Mao endured the humiliation and took over the burden, "Okay, keep it clean!"

"Also, help me with this homework." Sun Yicheng handed the homework book to him, "You are the lowest among us now."

According to the rules of the Demon Sect, there are two protectors on the left and right under the leader, seven walkers, and members of the Mathematics Sect.

As one of the walkers, Sun Yicheng was worried that he had no subordinates to order him around, but a newcomer came and let him be at his mercy.

"And mine."

"My mine."

"I'll leave these to you. I really killed people in my previous life, and I write essays in this life."

Huang Mao was holding a lot of homework and was about to go back on his word. At this moment, Liu Zhuizhui touched his face, with a faint scent on his body, and said coquettishly: "Handsome guy, mine, I'll leave it to you~"

"Okay, okay, no problem, make sure the writing is beautiful!" Huang Mao's eyes were staring straight, why didn't he find that there was a big beauty in the class when the school started.

Liu Zhuizhui's slender fingers ran from his face to his neck, Huang Mao swallowed nervously.

"Okay, everyone go back to their seats." Yu Tingfeng ordered.

Liu Zhuizhui clicked his tongue: "Tsk, you are really disappointing."

Huang Mao stared at her swaying back in a daze, her heart was beating poundingly as her ordinary school uniform gave off a coquettish look.

"Don't look, be careful that she cuts your neck off." Yu Tingfeng said lightly.

Huang Mao touched his neck subconsciously, feeling a little cool: "Boss, what horror story are you talking about?"

It was rare for Yu Tingfeng to remind him: "Don't provoke women easily, especially this one."

Huang Maoxin said: Is this why you like men?

The author has something to say:

Huangmao: I guessed all the endings, but I only missed the process. Also, when will I have a name!

Right Protector (Lighting Cigarettes in Vicissitudes of Life): When the name of the author is useless, it will be named.