MTL - Wulin No.1 Middle School-Chapter 27

Song Zhaolan was about to leave with flowers in his arms, but Ma Jingyang called him back in time.

"Well, classmate Song, where did you get your flowers... I mean, did you just come out of Yu Tingfeng's house?" Ma Jingyang asked from the side.

"Yes." Song Zhaolan nodded, "Are you here to find Yu Tingfeng?"

"Ah... yes, I'm here for a home visit." Ma Jingyang didn't know if Yu Tingfeng had told him about it, "Have you seen his mother?"

"seen."

Ma Jingyang asked tentatively: "How does she look now?"

"very beautiful."

"..." Ma Jingyang glanced at him vigilantly, "Beautiful is beautiful, but she is much older than you, so don't have any wild thoughts."

"Oh." Song Zhaolan began to feel that the teacher's words were a bit incomprehensible.

Ma Jingyang asked again: "I mean, how does his mother look like now?"

Song Zhaolan: "Status? She's quite young."

"...Young man, don't pay too much attention to a woman's appearance, okay? Just tell me, does she look angry now?" Ma Jingyang asked.

Song Zhaolan recalled: "No, she was very happy and let me play for a while."

"Really..." Ma Jingyang fidgeted for a few steps and wanted to ask again, but saw that he had already left with the flowers in his arms.

Ma Jingyang hurried upstairs and rang the doorbell. When Yu Huan opened the door, he immediately put on a smiling face: "Hee hee..."

Yu Huan: "Get lost."

Ma Jingyang: "Oh."

After two minutes, Yu Huan opened the door again: "Come in."

"Okay." Ma Jingyang was like a wild horse that was rewarded with food and grass. He rushed in with his hooves on the ground, and gave Yu Huan a big hug. "I was wrong. I won't eat it next time." I'm so jealous, I love you..."

"My son is at home." Yu Huan reminded him expressionlessly.

"I love you~Snow in Saibei~" Ma Jingyang woke up immediately, let go of his hand reservedly, and looked towards the living room.

I saw Yu Tingfeng folded his arms around his chest and looked at them with disgust.

Ma Jingyang: "..." Oh, this is really disrespectful to the teacher.

"I suspect he is ill, you go and see?" Yu Huan whispered in his ear.

"What disease?" Ma Jingyang asked worriedly.

Yu Huan raised his chin in the direction of the table: "He started drying the books. I suspect that it's not the books that got flooded, but his brain got flooded. He actually wants to study?"

"It's a good thing." Ma Jingyang said happily.

"The last time he put on this posture was to ask me for money to buy game consoles, dance machines, limited-edition sneakers, and ripped pants." Yu Huan said, "After that, he never studied again. Most of the time, it’s time to repeat the old trick.”

Ma Jingyang comforted him: "Now that he has grown up, maybe he really wants to change his mind and start a new life. This time he did well in the exam, and finally got the 40th place in the class."

Yu Huan: "Hehe, there are only forty-three people in your class."

"From forty-three to forty, it's a small improvement. Every time a small improvement, the college entrance examination is a big step." Ma Jingyang walked over and looked at the books on the table, "Huh? Aren't these books from junior high school? "

Yu Tingfeng replied: "Well, let's start from the basics."

"Not bad, it's good to have this idea." Ma Jingyang patted him on the shoulder, "I'm very optimistic about you, work hard, and you will have a bright future."

Yu Tingfeng suddenly grabbed his wrist forcefully and asked forcefully, "Does study really have a bright future?"

Ma Jingyang felt a little pain in his wrist, but it wasn't painful, so he answered with a wrinkled face: "Of course, the college entrance examination is the fairest exam, regardless of background, high or low."

Regardless of origin, regardless of high or low.

Yu Tingfeng let go, went back to the room alone, turned on his phone to search for information about the college entrance examination.

Before that, he never thought that he could get rid of the identity of the leader of the Demon Cult. Ever since he was born, there have been a lot of rumors about him from the outside world, such as dark clouds covering his birth, the arrival of demon stars, bloodthirsty murders at the age of three, and murder at the age of five, and what occupying mountains as Wang Qiang to **** civilian girls.

Among so many rumors, he himself didn't know which ones were true and which ones were false.

If he had the chance to choose, he didn't want to be the leader of a demon cult, nor did he want to possess martial arts. He just wanted to live a peaceful life as an ordinary person.

At this time, he received a message from Sun Yicheng.

Sun Yicheng: [Boss, I got a chicken, what should I do? 】

Yu Tingfeng: [Slaughter. 】

After posting, he felt something was wrong again. Since he was determined to change, he couldn't open his mouth because he wanted to be killed or cut.

Yu Tingfeng: [Don't kill it, keep it, we have to treat it well]

Sun Yicheng: [Ah? 】

Yu Tingfeng: [Find a chance for me to meet it]

Sun Yicheng didn't know why, but he still complied.

Yu Tingfeng continued to search for college entrance examination information.

—The old man in his seventies took the college entrance examination and was admitted to Peking University.

—A college entrance examination student forgot to bring his admission ticket and was escorted to the examination room by kind passers-by.

—Ten must-see attractions after the college entrance examination.

This is all messed up, Yu Tingfeng threw down his phone irritably, picked up a junior high school mathematics book and read it.

Half an hour later, Yu Huan and Ma Jingyang had reconciled, and Ma Jingyang asked cautiously: "The flowers I just gave you, why did you forward them to classmate Song?"

"What flower?" Yu Huan asked back.

"I just bought a bouquet of flowers and put them in front of your house, but I saw Song Zhaolan carrying them down." Ma Jingyang said.

Yu Huan rolled his eyes and suddenly smiled: "So we quarreled just now, did you go to buy flowers?"

"Um."

Yu Huan hugged his face and rewarded him with a kiss.

"Pa—" Yu Tingfeng's door suddenly opened, and he looked very irritable.

Ma Jingyang quickly pushed Yu Huan's hand away, sat up obediently, and looked at Yu Tingfeng with a smile on his face.

Yu Tingfeng took the water glass with a sullen expression and entered the room.

Ma Jingyang turned his head and continued to ask: "Didn't you receive it?"

"No, you put it outside, how would I know." Yu Huan pushed his head, then leaned on his shoulder with a smile, "Next time you will give it to me in person, do you understand?"

"Okay." Ma Jingyang squeezed her hand.

"Bang—" Yu Tingfeng kicked the door impatiently, and then walked out, "I'm so annoying."

Ma Jingyang pushed Yu Huan away.

Yu Huan: "..."

Yu Huan glared at Ma Jingyang, and then asked Yu Tingfeng: "Let me ask you, did you see the flowers placed at the door?"

Yu Tingfeng rubbed his head: "Don't talk to me, it's annoying."

"What bothers you?"

"Odds change to even, the symbols look at the quadrant. Odds change to even, the symbols look at the quadrant..." Yu Tingfeng babbled into the bathroom.

"Why is he talking about it, ah, can't it be a family inheritance? Like me, he gets a headache when he is studying?" Yu Huan asked.

"How could it be?" Ma Jingyang gently touched her head, "You are so smart."

Yu Huan shyly punched him twice in the chest, Ma Jingyang laughed and looked at her affectionately.

Yu Huan pouted.

"Boom—"

"Yu Tingfeng! You **** try to make noise for me again!" Yu Huan ran away on the spot, angrily walked to the door of the bathroom, and met Yu Tingfeng who was on the top of his head.

"They all said don't talk to me, are you annoying?!"

"You are the annoying one! No one is as annoying as you! If it weren't for you, I don't know how many dances I went to the square."

"What kind of dance do you want to dance? Three strands, four strings, five, ah, ah, go fuck, three strands, four strings, and five!"

"#%#*￥"

"%#*#￥..."

Ma Jingyang: "..."

This is indeed a headache when you are engaged in studying. When you are engaged in studying, I have a headache.

 …

After arriving at school on Sunday, Wulin Zhengzheng reopened a new conference.

Yu Xiaohui: "Leader, we have decided to study with you first."

Song Zhaolan: "Really?"

Zhao Mingdeng, Chen Yuting and others nodded one after another.

"That's good." Song Zhaolan nodded with satisfaction, and said ambitiously, "Then let's work hard and strive to be among the top ten in the final exam."

"Why is it in the top ten, why is it not in the top twenty?" Xue Canming asked.

Song Zhaolan: "Because only the top ten will be rewarded."

Everyone: "..."

You are rewarded for it! Wouldn't the reward be chicken legs? !

"A thousand yuan cash prize." Song Zhaolan added.

Everyone: "Let's learn right away!"

The study atmosphere in the class was unusually strong, and Wu Chenggang, the head teacher, clearly felt that Song Zhaolan and his group were beginning to pay attention.

He said in the office: "Song Zhaolan is a peace of mind. He should be able to win the grand prize at the end of this year."

The head teacher of class E answered: "I can't say for sure, I heard recently that he was quite good at fighting, and he beat the little devils in our class to the brim."

"I didn't!" Banba retorted from the side.

"You haven't, not yet." The head teacher patted his head, "Didn't you say you want to study with Song Zhaolan and use him as an idol? Why did you violate discipline just after returning to school?"

The class bully is very aggrieved, how can he be worthy of being a class bully if he doesn't violate discipline, why should he be a school bully, really!

At this time, the president of the student union knocked on the door: "Mr. Wu, when we were patrolling, we saw someone smoking in your class, so I brought them here for you."

"What? Who's smoking?" Wu Chenggang stood up angrily, and when he saw Song Zhaolan walking in after the president, he was so angry that he almost died on the spot.

This is the good student he was praising just now? !

The head teacher of Class E also found it fresh, and waved his hand to let the naughty students in the class go back to the classroom.

While walking, Ban Ba ​​looked back, his expression was very shocked, as if he had discovered a new world, he ran back to the classroom to discuss with his younger brothers: "I just discovered a secret, Song Zhaolan doesn't seem to be a good student, maybe he is that kind Superficially a school bully, but a bully who does all kinds of bad things in the mainland! Just like us!"

Little brother: "On the surface, we are not academic masters."

"Inside, the important thing is inside!" Banba nodded meaningfully, "I think he should be with us all the way, so I have an idea..."

In the office, Wu Chenggang interrogated with astonishment: "Why do you smoke in the classroom?"

"Not in the classroom, but in the toilet." Song Zhaolan corrected him.

Wu Chenggang took a deep breath: "Okay, then why do you smoke in the toilet?"

"I went to the bathroom, and someone said they wanted to make friends with me, and they handed me a cigarette, saying it was a good thing." Song Zhaolan said frankly.

"Then you believe it?"

Song Zhaolan nodded. He often saw people eating this stuff, but he had never tried it. It happened that someone handed it to him, so he tasted it and commented, "It's terrible."

"Unpalatable?"

"Well, it's so hard to chew, and it smells bad." Song Zhaolan really didn't understand why so many people like to eat this, and it's not as good as half of the pancakes.

"Hard to chew?" Wu Chenggang became more and more confused as he asked, "Could it be that you chewed it raw?"

"Otherwise how do you eat it, eat it raw?" Song Zhaolan was puzzled.

"...Forget it, you are not allowed to touch this thing in the future, do you hear me?" Wu Chenggang said with a straight face.

"Got it." Song Zhaolan nodded.

Wu Chenggang saw that he had a good attitude of admitting his mistakes and was being deceived again, so he put him back after a few lessons.

When passing downstairs of the teaching building, there was a burst of laughter from the second floor, and many people laughed at him for being arrested for smoking.

Sun Yicheng gloated and reported this to Yu Tingfeng: "Boss, you don't know. At that time, some of us were in the toilet. We saw a boy handing cigarettes to Song Zhaolan with his own eyes. He also said that he admired him and made friends. In the end, hey, you Guess what?"

"Make friends?" Yu Tingfeng raised his eyebrows coldly.

Sun Yicheng: "Yes. As a result, hey, guess what?"

Yu Tingfeng's face became even uglier: "Who wants to make friends with him?"

"I don't know, passer-by who no one paid attention to at all. As a result, hey, guess what?" Sun Yicheng felt uncomfortable, wishing to tell him the spoiler right away, but Yu Tingfeng didn't ask the result for so long, it was too uncomfortable!

Yu Tingfeng said indifferently: "Go and find out, who is it?"

"What did he do? It turned out hey, guess what?"

Yu Tingfeng looked at him coldly: "If you keep talking nonsense here, I'll let you see what the result is?"

Sun Yicheng backed away silently.

Yu Tingfeng was very depressed, unspeakably depressed.

The girl in the front row was eating, and she shared some with the tablemate: "Quick, try this, it's delicious. If it wasn't for saving some for you, I would have finished eating. I only saved for you, everyone else No."

The deskmate in the front row: "Really? I'm so touched, I love you woo woo woo, ummm."

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

How about something to eat?

Yu Tingfeng twitched his lips in disdain, and heard other students talking about Song Zhaolan being handed a cigarette, he thought it might be true, especially for Song Zhaolan, a foodie.

After the evening self-study get out of class, Song Zhaolan ran into the small supermarket alone again. After paying the bill, he was walking back to bed alone. When he passed a turning area, a figure appeared from nowhere, covered his mouth from behind, and threw him into bed. dragged to a sparsely populated place.

Song Zhaolan raised his elbow to fight back, but the opponent was already prepared, dodged it lightly, and whispered in his ear: "It's me."

Song Zhaolan was taken aback for a moment, and then he relaxed his vigilant body: "What are you doing?"

"Be quiet." Yu Tingfeng took out a box of red bean cakes from his arms, "This is for you."

"What is this? Is it delicious?"

"Try it." Yu Tingfeng opened it and handed it over.

"Okay." Song Zhaolan was still holding a bunch of snacks in his hand, biting down on his hand, his eyes moved slightly, "What's it called? Where can I buy it? How much is it?"

Yu Tingfeng lifted his chin triumphantly: "The red bean cakes made by my mother are not available to others."

"The craftsmanship is really good." Song Zhaolan bowed his head and continued to bite a few more bites. At the end of the bite, there was only a little residue left, so he licked it around his fingers, "It's delicious, thank you."

Yu Tingfeng froze: "..."

Song Zhaolan licked the crumbs around his mouth, still reminiscing about the taste: "It's sweet but not greasy, that's great. You...why don't you talk?"

Yu Tingfeng looked at his hands in a daze, and muttered, "Would you lick your hands when someone handed you cigarettes?"

"What did you say?" Song Zhaolan leaned closer, but Yu Tingfeng stopped talking.

After a while, Yu Tingfeng glanced at him: "We are friends, right?"

"yes."

"Then it's normal for me to give you red bean cakes, and it's not normal for others to give you other things." Yu Tingfeng said.

"Yeah." Song Zhaolan thought for a while and added, "Except for delicious ones."

"No exceptions!"

"Except."

"Can't be removed!"

"What can't be removed?"

"No prime number other than 2 is divisible by 2."

Song Zhaolan was silent when he heard it, and Yu Tingfeng wanted to cry when he heard it, what the **** is this!

"You've learned well." Song Zhaolan offered him encouragement, and gave him a bottle of Coke. "It's worthy of praise. Keep up the good work."

Yu Tingfeng held the Coke with mixed emotions. Is this the first sweetness of learning?

Seems pretty good too.

Yu Tingfeng stuffed the rest of the red bean cakes into his arms, seeing that he hesitated to speak, he said: "You can say what you want to say, if you want to thank me, you can say it directly, but don't be too moved , and don’t say anything I love...ahem..."

"When are we going back?" Song Zhaolan asked.

"what?"

"Why are we squatting here to talk?" Song Zhaolan thumped his leg, "It's a little numb."

"Oh, let's go back then." Yu Tingfeng helped him to stand up, watched him move his legs and feet with disgust, and walked towards the dormitory smartly, "You are too useless."

Song Zhaolan: "Your legs are shaking."

"No."

"There is."

At this time, a voice came from a distance: "Song Zhaolan, wait, I have something to do with you!"

Yu Tingfeng looked back and recognized the person who came. He was the thorn in the E class next door. Last time he flatteringly told his head teacher at the door of the class that he wanted to treat Song Zhaolan as an idol.

"Who is it?" Song Zhaolan just turned around, and was dragged forward by someone's arm, "Hey, what are you doing?"

"If you want to eat red bean cakes, I still have them." Yu Tingfeng said.

As soon as the words were finished, Song Zhaolan ran in front of him with a whoosh.

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

The author has something to say:

Yu Tingfeng Green Tea made a speech: I add you as friends, your friends won't be angry, right? We are friends, your allies won't be angry, will they? It's normal for me to give you red bean cakes, but it's not normal for others to give you~

Song Zhaolan: Green tea? What green tea? tasty?