MTL - Wulin No.1 Middle School-Chapter 3

Two minutes after the end of the second quarter's evening self-study get out of class, the subordinates of the Demon Sect came back to report: "Report! Those gentle scumbags seem to be going to hold a martial arts conference!"

Yu Tingfeng and the others were immediately alert.

"Where?"

"It's on the rooftop."

"Walk."

A group of people rushed out of the classroom and followed Yu Tingfeng in a well-trained manner. The students along the way were amazed: "Is this the scene of escorting male stars?"

The roof door was closed tightly, they subconsciously stepped lightly, and Yu Tingfeng specially sent his men with the best hearing to go ahead to listen.

The subordinate lay on the door and listened for a while, then repeated: "The second martial arts conference has officially begun."

Someone asked: "Why is it the second session?"

Another person guessed: "The first meeting may be to discuss how to encircle and suppress us."

Yu Tingfeng's temples throbbed: "Do you know what eavesdropping is? If you keep making such loud noises, I will kick you down."

The subordinates said in unison: "Yes!"

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

On the rooftop, a dozen or so people formed a circle, all looking at Song Zhaolan in the center: "What instructions does the leader have?"

Song Zhaolan said: "Let's sort out the current situation first. The people who came to this place together are the current people. Is there anything else that might be missed?"

Xue Canming counted them one by one: "I was the first one to rush up to attack the Demon Cult. I remember behind me there was the head of the Yushan Sect, the owner of Wuji Sword Village, and a few people from the Banshan Pavilion."

Yu Xiaohui, head of the Yushan faction, added calmly: "The Shaolin of the Beggar Clan is also here to help out, and there is also the Xuanwen Tower."

Everyone counted the number of people and found that they were roughly the same, and they were afraid that there might be some people left out. Because some of these people are similar to the original appearance, and some have completely changed their appearance.

They are able to get together now precisely because of their new mutual friend - Song Zhaolan.

Only Song Zhaolan's appearance and facial features have not changed at all, so when they first came to this place, everyone recognized him quickly and started to hug each other.

"Second thing, are you sure that everyone's internal strength has disappeared?" Song Zhaolan asked.

When they first arrived, they realized something was wrong, and each went back to practice secretly, and found that they could no longer use their internal strength, and only remembered the boxing skills of their own school.

Xue Canming scratched his head: "Yes, if we don't have internal strength, no matter how good our punching and kicking skills are, we will be no match for the Demon Sect."

Zhao Mingdeng said: "Not necessarily, since our internal energy has disappeared, the Devil's Cult should be similar, otherwise they would not be able to stay here obediently until now. Leader, what do you think?"

Song Zhaolan nodded: "I think you're right."

"Then what should we do now?" Xue Canming asked.

Yu Xiaohui of the Yushan faction said calmly: "Start practicing internal skills from the beginning, the sooner the better, you can't let the people of the Demon Sect practice it first. Leader, what do you think?"

Song Zhaolan: "You're right."

Xue Canming let out a long sigh: "But how do you practice it? The Heart Sutra is still in the sect, and it's all a child's skill. Now this body is completely unsuitable. I tried it, and this body can't hold a knife at all!"

Yu Xiaohui: "How did you try?"

"Just carry it with you. Before you go out, you were beaten up by your father, and you still have no strength to fight back."

Everyone: "..."

Song Zhaolan: "It means you can't hold a knife."

Yu Xiaohui: "Soft thorns are not enough..."

The owner of Wuji Sword Village: "Swords are not good..."

Song Zhaolan was silent: "Have you all tried?"

Everyone lowered their heads.

At this time, the head of the Beggars Gang who just took office raised his hand weakly: "My dog-beating stick is fine!"

Everyone's eyes lit up.

Song Zhaolan: "But you have no internal strength. The wooden stick in your hand is not worthy of being called a dog-beating stick. It's just an ordinary broom stick."

Zhao Mingdeng reminded at the right time: "According to the teacher in charge, destroying public property will be punished."

The leader of the beggar gang: "..."

Xue Canming hugged his head: "Help! We, a group of rising stars in martial arts, will be punished for breaking a broom? What kind of martial arts joke!"

As soon as the words fell, the few people with sharp ears and eyes heard the head teacher's angry voice from downstairs: "Who threw the broom head here again? What about the stick, which **** took it away?"

The leader of the beggar gang turned pale: "Leader, what should we do now?"

Song Zhaolan snatched the stick, turned around and walked towards the door without making a sound. As soon as the door was opened, several Demon Cult subordinates who were bothering to eavesdrop fell in.

The others looked at them vigilantly, and saw that Song Zhaolan didn't intend to provoke, but handed their leader a stick.

Yu Tingfeng: "?"

Demon cultist:? ? ?

Under their suspicious eyes, Song Zhaolan led them downstairs without saying a word.

Xue Canming immediately shouted: "Teacher Wu! The stick is in Yu Tingfeng's hands!"

Yu Tingfeng looked down at the stick in his hand, and when he raised his head again, he saw the head teacher of Class A approaching him fiercely and grabbed his ear.

! !

"Presumptuous! Do you know who the person in front of you is?!" Yu Tingfeng yelled.

"You're so courageous, you dare to come to our class to cause damage." Teacher Wu twisted him and walked to the office.

"Wu, you have to let our leader go!"

"That's right! Pull someone's ears, what kind of man is he? If you have the ability, let him go and challenge us one-on-one!"

There was a lot of noise and noise, and the students around were already whispering and secretly laughing.

"Old ghost Wu, let me go, believe it or not, I'll slap you to death?" Yu Tingfeng bowed his waist and caught a glimpse of Song Zhaolan standing in the corridor from the corner of his eye, "Well, you good-looking guy, Song Zhaolan, you're dead !"

Song Zhaolan said: "Let's compete together when we have time."

"Compared to what?" I don't know what came to mind, Yu Tingfeng's expression changed from irritable to terrified and disgusted, "Compared to picking shit?"

"Be honest with me, steal our class's broom and stick, and still want to bully our class?" Teacher Wu directly called their class teacher to come pick them up.

As soon as the class started, other students who were watching the play rushed back to the classroom.

"Brother Song, in such a noisy situation just now, you actually heard Yu Tingfeng eavesdropping outside, which shows that your skills are extraordinary, and you need to protect us more in the future." The owner of Wuji Sword Villa said.

Xue Canming immediately praised: "I just said that our leader is really martial arts, the best in the world! Even if the inner strength is lost, it will not affect his extraordinary sense of hearing."

Song Zhaolan said slowly: "I just wanted to take out the stick and return it to the teacher. I didn't expect to bump into them by mistake..."

Several people:"......"

Xue Canming scratched his head: "It doesn't matter, you are amazing anyway."

Song Zhaolan remembered that there was one more thing that hadn't been finished in the martial arts conference, so he hurriedly said, "By the way, the third thing is that I want to resign from the position of squad leader."

Everyone: "What?!"

Song Zhaolan: "I understand everyone's good intentions, but I don't seem to be suitable to be the class monitor, discipline committee member, study committee member or representative of various subjects here."

Suddenly Xue Canming exclaimed in pain from the door of the classroom: "No!"

The students all looked at the door, and in the next second, Xue Canming thumped, knelt on the ground with one knee, clasped fists with both hands, and said sincerely, "Please, continue to be our monitor!"

classmates:?

This scene was already very weird, and what was even more frightening was that the seven or eight people standing behind all knelt on one knee one after another, clasped their fists together and shouted in unison: "Leader, think twice!"

classmates:? ?

Zhao Mingdeng didn't kneel, but his expression was also slightly sad. He walked up to Song Zhaolan and said, "Amitabha, why does President Song want to resign from this position?"

"Everyone doesn't need to persuade, I have made up my mind, so let's leave the meeting."

Song Zhaolan turned around and left, Xue Canming hugged his leg: "Don't go, don't leave us."

classmates:? ? ?

I can no longer understand what kind of play this is!

Song Zhaolan dragged his legs forward without hesitation, Xue Canming hugged him and did not let go, with a sad expression, and a row of people with abnormal brains kneeled behind him.

Some people had already started laughing. Song Zhaolan walked to the door and found that the way these students looked at him had changed.

"Squad leader, you look like a scumbag~" A girl was the first to laugh after she finished her joke.

"What are you guys making a fuss about?" Old Ghost Wu just came up when he saw this group of people making a fuss outside and the students laughing inside.

After driving the group of people kneeling on the ground back to the classroom, Old Ghost Wu called Song Zhaolan outside the classroom and asked alone, "What sitcom were you guys doing just now?"

Song Zhaolan went straight to the point: "I don't want to be the monitor anymore."

"anything else?"

"There are also disciplinary committee members, study committee members, and representatives of various subjects."

"why?"

Song Zhaolan: "Not suitable, really not suitable."

He has already asked the front desk to find out clearly that the so-called class cadre is far from the position of the leader of the martial arts. When he is the leader, everyone will give him something delicious first, and will always find experts to feed him. .

But as a class cadre, you have to lead by example, you can't eat in get out of class, and you can't fight after class.

Wu Chenggang said: "At that time, when the class cadres were elected, your group kept electing you as all the class cadres, and no one else was allowed to take the post. Do you know why I agreed to such an outrageous thing?"

Song Zhaolan: "I don't know."

Wu Chenggang: "I just want to see what more outrageous things you guys can do. I have led so many classes of Class A, and this situation has never happened to you. Let me tell you, as their How did the boss buy them?"

Song Zhaolan recalled: "They bought me."

"?" Wu Chenggang was about to laugh angrily, "You mean, they bought you to let you be their leader and lead the whole class by the way?"

Song Zhaolan nodded: "Well, the words are rough and the rationale is not rough."

Wu Chenggang: #*￥%…

No, you can't be rude, you must have a teacher's morality!

"Don't think that because you have good grades, you can do whatever you want!"

"Um."

"Don't try to make trouble for me, school is a place to study, you know!"

"Uh-huh."

"You!..." Wu Chenggang hangs his voice, he doesn't know what to say, facing such a calm face with a good attitude of admitting mistakes, he also becomes speechless. After a moment of silence, he waved his hand, "Go in for self-study, the election of class cadres will be held again tomorrow."

"Hmmmm."

Seeing his well-behaved back, Wu Chenggang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. A good seedling, somehow went astray, forming cliques and forming small groups.

Fortunately, he has been the head teacher for so many years, and he is tough and has a good way of dealing with students. No, isn't Song Zhaolan tamed by him?

Wu Chenggang looked into the glass window in relief, saw Song Zhaolan enter the classroom, completely ignored the pleas of his small team, went straight back to his seat, then dug and dug out from the belly of the table, and took out a bag... .

Crispy noodles? !

He also started to eat "creaking" like no one else was there.

Wu Chenggang's veins are throbbing, you don't want to be a cadre, but you want to take the lead in violating discipline, right?

The author has something to say:

A dictionary used only by Song Zhaolan: Class cadres mean that there are too many things to do in the class, so they have to say no. 【Ge Youtan】