MTL - Wulin No.1 Middle School-Chapter 25

In the police station, Song Nian and his colleagues stared blankly at the two teenagers standing by the wall. They never expected to score twice and see Song Zhaolan and Yu Tingfeng here again.

The colleague held back his laughter until his cheeks ached, and patted Song Nian on the shoulder: "Your son is really extraordinary."

The son of the Song family has excellent grades, which is nothing new in the institute. These old colleagues all know that Song Nian has a good wife and son, and they often hear him brag about it.

But since this son entered high school, I don't know if it's the rebellious period. It's only been two months, and he got into the game twice.

Song Nian asked helplessly: "What did they commit this time?"

This time I was caught by a colleague, who said: "Gathered a crowd to fight, and was reported."

Half an hour ago-

Song Zhaolan sent Yu Tingfeng home, helped him carry a stack of books, and kept the rest in the sack.

Yu Tingfeng is used to taking the bus. After getting on the bus, he sat in the last row.

Song Zhaolan sat down beside him, remembered something, and asked, "How do you know where my home is?"

"Following you."

"..."

Yu Tingfeng thought he would be angry, but the other party said: "Then you are really good at kung fu, I didn't hear your footsteps at all."

Yu Tingfeng: ...Nonsense, the road is so noisy, you can still hear my footsteps!

The car stopped and went, passing many places along the way. Yu Tingfeng looked at the passing scenery outside the window, and thought that although his lightness kung fu was powerful in the past, it would be difficult for a person carrying a car to run so far.

It's no wonder that people nowadays have no internal strength. The technology is so advanced that it has already surpassed their era.

Yu Tingfeng thought so, and wanted to communicate with Song Zhaolan: "Hey, do you feel...what's wrong with you?"

Song Zhaolan's face was pale, his eyes were lifeless, he was staggering, and finally he leaned his head on his shoulder.

Yu Tingfeng:! !

"Hey, you..." Yu Tingfeng slowly sat up straight, looking forward, "What are you doing? Can friends do this too? If your group of people see , don't you want to say you... want to say you...hey, say something..."

"Hmm..." Song Zhaolan rubbed his head on his shoulder.

Well? Who are you coquettish/wheezing for!

Yu Tingfeng's ears turned red, and he was determined to educate this kid, the devil's shoulders may be able to do whatever he wants!

He showed a ferocious face, ready to attack him, but the other party closed his eyes, frowned, and looked like he was about to go mad.

He grabbed Song Zhaolan's hand and asked, "Hello? What's wrong with you? Are you going to die?"

Song Zhaolan opened his eyes weakly, revealing a trace of helplessness and bewilderment in his eyes, and suddenly made a gesture to vomit.

"What's wrong? Is this pregnant?" Yu Tingfeng asked subconsciously.

"Young man, your friend is going to vomit due to motion sickness." The aunt on the opposite side reminded him.

"Motion sickness?"

"Yes, you let him get out of the car slowly."

Just as the car stopped, Yu Tingfeng picked up the sack, took his hand, and led him out of the car.

After getting off the car, Song Zhaolan ran to a tree and hugged her tightly.

"Hold the book for me." Yu Tingfeng took the stack of books in his hand, seeing that he was hugging the tree and not talking, very weak, raised his hand and patted his back, "How is it? Okay Is it o'clock?"

Song Zhaolan took a deep breath: "I want to drink water."

"Wait." Yu Tingfeng immediately ran to the convenience store next to the area to buy a bottle of water.

Song Zhaolan drank more than half of it, and then washed his face with the remaining water.

Yu Tingfeng: "..." What a waste! It was the sound of pocket money disappearing!

"Thank you, it's much better." Song Zhaolan wiped his face, and crystal water dripped down along the outline.

Yu Tingfeng wiped his face, his palms were covered with water: "What should we do now? Go back?"

"Okay." Song Zhaolan picked up the stack of books again and continued to walk forward.

"Hey, you are going in the direction of your home!"

"Oh." Song Zhaolan turned around and walked in the opposite direction.

Yu Tingfeng: "Hey! Do you only have North and South in your mind?!"

Song Zhaolan stood still, and said aggrievedly: "Then you don't lead the way."

Yu Tingfeng's heart skipped a beat: "Don't show me that expression!"

Song Zhaolan was even more wronged: "What's wrong?"

"..." Yu Tingfeng scratched his head irritably, picked up the sack and walked eastward, "Follow me."

The two walked side by side for a while, the afternoon sun was getting bigger and bigger, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on their foreheads.

When passing a convenience store, Song Zhaolan stopped suddenly, turned to look at the refrigerator at the door, surrounded by a few elementary school students, who were busy buying ice cream.

Song Zhaolan looked at Yu Tingfeng expectantly.

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

Yu Tingfeng put down the sack and secretly counted the pocket money: "I can only buy you small puddings."

Song Zhaolan's eyes lit up: "Okay!"

Yu Tingfeng took a small pudding to check out, and a few elementary school students next to him were chatting and laughing, and one of them said: "You buy ice cream for Xiaomei, you just like her!"

Yu Tingfeng: ...

The boy's face turned red: "Well, I like her. She likes to eat ice cream, so I'm going to chase her."

Yu Tingfeng: ...

The ice cream in my hand suddenly felt a little hot.

"Are you ready?" Song Zhaolan asked at the door.

"Okay, okay, what's the rush?" Yu Tingfeng tossed the ice cream to him.

Song Zhaolan caught it and bit it into his mouth, like a long-thirsty traveler drinking from a sweet spring, showing a joyful expression.

Every time he saw him eating, Yu Tingfeng couldn't help asking: "Is it so delicious?"

"Well, it's so sweet. Do you want to try it?" Song Zhaolan paused for a moment, then asked, "Why is your face so red?"

"...It's hot." Yu Tingfeng lowered his head and took a big bite on the ice cream.

Song Zhaolan frowned slightly: "I mean, buy another one and try it yourself."

Yu Tingfeng: "I have no money."

Song Zhaolan: "If your grades improve, maybe you can get a little more pocket money."

Yu Tingfeng: "How do you know?"

Song Zhaolan: "Parents are like this, if you don't believe me, try it."

Yu Tingfeng: "Then I'll buy you more ice cream, right?"

Song Zhaolan's thoughts were seen through, and he concealed his embarrassment with a smile.

Yu Tingfeng looked away, feeling that the weather was inexplicably hot today.

At this time, there was a shrill cry from the alley next to it. It was the group of elementary school students just now, followed by a violent boy, threatening in a vicious voice: "Hand over all the money! Don't cry! If you cry again, I will beat you! "

The two looked at each other, walked to the entrance of the alley, and saw some strangely dressed boys surrounding the primary school students, searching them one by one to ask for protection money.

"What are you doing?" Yu Tingfeng was very puzzled, "Do you know if there are policemen around here?"

Why are these people not afraid of the police?

The group of people are of average height, but they have crazy tempers and hot hairstyles. At first glance, Yu Tingfeng who suddenly appeared has tall legs and long legs. !

It was fine with the sack, but his companion rushed over from behind, holding a thick book in his hand.

Just like two nerds!

"Go away, it's none of your business here, if you are sensible, go far away." A man with green hair said.

Yu Tingfeng was shocked, someone dared to play wild on him, this really hit the head of the patriarch.

The elementary school student next to him stopped crying, looked at the situation, and quickly ran behind Song Zhaolan to hide.

"Come here, you guys, the protection fee hasn't been paid yet!" Lu Mao stepped forward and grabbed a student's schoolbag, about to drag him back, when suddenly his wrist hurt, "Ahhh! Let go!"

Song Zhaolan pinched his wrist, swung it aside, finished the last bite of ice cream, and said, "Don't fight, or I'll call the police."

"Report! Report if you have the ability!" Lu Mao shouted.

In the next second, Song Zhaolan called 110: "Hey, are you the police? Someone is fighting here."

Lu Mao and others: "...grass!"

A group of people looked at each other, and then saw that there were only two people on the other side, there was no way they could lose!

"superior!"

A minute later, a group of people landed one after another, not even knowing how they lost.

Song Zhaolan withdrew his legs and said in surprise, "You seem to have used the beggar gang's dog-beating stick just now."

"I've learned a few times." Yu Tingfeng looked at his legs again, "Your legs are also good."

Song Zhaolan: "Yes, very strong."

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

Lumao sat up from the ground, grinned and asked, "Have you talked enough! Tell me your name if you have the ability!"

Song Zhaolan had a calm expression on his face: "If you don't want to change your name, if you don't sit down, you don't want to change your surname, so does Yu Tingfeng."

Yu Tingfeng:? ? ?

"What about you?!" Lumao asked, pointing at Yu Tingfeng.

Yu Tingfeng: "Huang Wei."

"Okay, I'll remember you guys." Lumao patted his legs, stood up with the support of his brothers, gritted his teeth, and said, "Which one are you from? You actually came to our White Tiger Gang's territory to act wildly? You will have good results in the future." eat!"

Song Zhaolan: "Are you members of the White Tiger Gang? I have admired you for a long time."

Lu Mao was taken aback for a moment, and immediately showed a smug expression: "You know us?"

"Well, if there are no accidents, you still have to call me the leader." Song Zhaolan remembered that there was a White Tiger Gang in the Wulin League, but because the gang was too small to be successful, and greedy for life and fear of death, they did not participate in the siege of the Demon Sect in action.

Lumao: "Cute master? Pooh, how shameless!"

Yu Tingfeng asked coldly, "Where are you from?"

Lu Mao rolled up his sleeves, and there was a tattoo on his thin arm: "We are from Wenhua Junior High School!"

Song Zhaolan looked closer curiously: "This cat is so cute."

"It's a white tiger, it's a white tiger!" Lumao pointed at them angrily and asked, "You haven't said which one you belong to!"

"We are one."

Lumao took a few steps back: "Are you high school students?"

"Um."

"You, you wait! We will come back for revenge sooner or later!" Lu Mao took the brothers and slipped away.

The primary school students applauded immediately: "The two brothers are so powerful, they just beat them to the brim!"

"Who beat him so loudly?" A policeman came over, "Hey, isn't this Song Nian's big boy?"

Song Zhaolan: "...What a coincidence."

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

 …

"That's the way it is." Song Zhaolan explained.

"Is it really just saving people?" Song Nian and his colleagues asked.

Song Zhaolan nodded: "Yes."

Song Nian asked someone to call out the surveillance cameras near the convenience store. After watching the whole process, he was convinced that he was not lying, so he asked them to sign and leave.

"Next time, don't come here again, do you hear me?" Song Nian instructed, "Well, it's okay to do good deeds, be careful on the road."

"Okay, got it." Song Zhaolan said goodbye to him, and followed Yu Tingfeng on the way home with the book in his arms.

When leaving the police station, the sky outside was cloudy, Song Zhaolan said after the robbery: "It's so dangerous, my dad almost found out."

Yu Tingfeng asked: "What did you find?"

Song Zhaolan: "I didn't pay for the ice cream."

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

At this time, a gust of wind swept over, and dark clouds piled up in the sky.

Song Zhaolan stopped suddenly and said seriously: "Yu Tingfeng, I might meet my lover soon."

Yu Tingfeng: "What??"

"Did you feel it? The ground is trembling." Song Zhaolan said.

Yu Tingfeng glanced at Malu: "A big truck just passed by."

Song Zhaolan: "The situation is still changing drastically, this weird celestial phenomenon..."

Yu Tingfeng: "Because the sky is about to change!"

After finishing speaking, a few drops of rain fell in the sky, getting bigger and bigger, and smashed on the windows of the roadside shops and on their heads.

Yu Tingfeng quickly took off his coat and put it on the heads of the two: "It's going to rain, find a place to hide."

"When it rains, my lover will appear in the rain. As the saying goes, the rain falling in the sky is not rain, but the lover's tears. Maybe my lover will appear soon..."

As Song Zhaolan said, he turned his head to look at him, stared at him, was stunned for a moment, and then looked away.

"I'm not talking about you." Song Zhaolan said in a low voice.

"What did I say again, whoever you like to talk about." Yu Tingfeng turned his head and whistled.

"Oh no, the book is about to get wet." Song Zhaolan hurriedly hugged the book, picked up the sack and ran to the side.

"Aren't you waiting for your lover?" Yu Tingfeng held up his coat and ran after him.

Song Zhaolan sighed, "For these books of yours, I lost a lover, and you have to pay me back."

"Don't run so fast, the coat can't cover it." Yu Tingfeng moved the coat a little towards him, and he could feel the wetness on his shoulders, "Besides, where can I find a woman for you? Otherwise, you can pay me for the ice cream first."

Song Zhaolan blurted out: "Then I'd like your ice cream instead of women."

The author has something to say:

Yu Tingfeng: Earn a daughter-in-law with ice cream, the plan works √

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