MTL - Wulin No.1 Middle School-Chapter 4

Wulin No. 1 Middle School is a boarding school. In order to ensure that the students can get home safely, the holiday is only on Saturday morning.

So the night before the holiday, the dormitory will not be too quiet.

Xue Canming hurriedly ran into the dormitory from outside, holding a broom in his hand for self-defense, excitedly said: "Yu Tingfeng and the others were fined to sweep the public health on the first floor of the men's dormitory!"

"It's true that wicked people have their own troubles. I didn't expect him to be obedient." The leader of the beggar gang said.

The owner of Wuji Sword Manor walked around the dormitory while brushing his teeth: "If we told this to our colleagues, they probably wouldn't believe it, right? Yu Tingfeng, the big murderer who never blinked an eye, was punished to clean up?"

"What's this called? Huluo Pingyang being bullied by dogs!" Xue Canming patted his thighs happily, sat down on the bed, and said casually, "But who did he kill before?"

The air suddenly became quiet.

Everyone began to meditate, except Song Zhaolan, who was meditating.

The leader of the beggar gang took the lead and said: "His parents killed our old leader."

Wuji Sword Village said: "His father attacked our sect at night, took away the Zhenpai's sword, and even injured my father."

The owner of Banshan Pavilion: "His mother stole some of my capable men!"

Zhao Mingdeng: "Amitabha, his parents burned down the Buddhist scriptures pavilion in this temple."

Everyone counted them one by one, and found that it was his parents who did it.

The owner of Wuji Sword Villa said: "Father's debt is paid by the son, I must avenge my father. He grew up in the Devil's Cult, so I'm afraid he has become corrupted by the Devil's Cult. Everyone who has the Devil's Cult will be punished."

Xue Canming reminded him: "But it's not our world now, the people here have this..."

Xue Canming made a pistol gesture, and everyone fell silent.

If it comes to this place, what scares them the most is the law.

There are grievances and grievances in the rivers and lakes, you come and go, each other's enmity is countless, entangled, blood is seen at every turn, and killing is nothing but a nod.

But here is different!

When I first passed through, I accidentally watched a few gangster movies, and was scared to death by pistols/guns.

"Leader, do you think that if we have internal strength, is it our light work that is faster, or their bullets?" Xue Canming walked to Song Zhaolan's bedside and asked.

After waiting for a while, but no one responded, Xue Canming yelled again and pulled Song Zhaolan's arm.

With a bang, Song Zhaolan fell on the bed.

Zhao Mingdeng asked: "What happened to the leader?"

Xue Canming turned his head to look at the worried people, and said embarrassingly, "He seems to have fallen asleep."

Everyone: "..."

After the lights were turned off, several people lay on the bed. Xue Canming's bed was just under Song Zhaolan. He stared at the bed board for a while, and suddenly asked softly, "Hey, brothers, do you know who the leader of the alliance used to be?"

Both the Beggars' Gang and Wuji Sword Village said they didn't understand. The owner of Banshan Pavilion said: "You have to ask the people in Xuanwenlou about this matter. They are doing news and business in Jianghu all day long, so they should know something."

Xue Canming: "I want to ask if the owner of the building lives next door."

"Yes."

"Then I'll ask." Xue Canming lifted the quilt, stood up and opened the door, only to bump into the student union patrolling the door.

"What are you doing, go back to sleep quickly." The student council pointed to his forehead with a pen.

"Okay, okay, go back right away." Xue Canming closed the door cowardly, "What kind of mysterious organization is the student union?"

As soon as the words fell, there was a commotion outside. Xue Canming lay behind the door and listened for a while, knowing that it was Yu Tingfeng and others who came back from cleaning.

Class F's dormitory is just opposite, and Yu Tingfeng's six-person dormitory is diagonally opposite.

He heard the short man with a loud voice say angrily: "When I see Song Zhaolan tomorrow, I will kill him with my own hands."

Although Xue Canming is a young disciple of Qingtong Sect, his admiration for Song Zhaolan is not just talking. Hearing what the other party said, he opened the door angrily and put his hands on his hips: "You—"

"Hurry up and go back to sleep!" the student union at the door said.

Xue Canming's face froze: "Brother, brother, you haven't left yet."

"If you don't go in, I will remember your name." The student union said.

"Immediately."

Seeing this, the short man on the opposite side immediately laughed.

"Who's laughing out loud?" the student walks over there.

Yu Tingfeng kicked the short man into the room, turned around and glanced at the opposite side, just in time to see a figure sitting on Song Zhaolan's bed with a radiant face, which shocked him.

Wanting to see more clearly, the door has been closed. Xue Canming, who turned around, was also startled. He saw Song Zhaolan sitting on the bed, the cell phone on the quilt glowing with light, which made him look terrifying, and he couldn't help screaming a few times.

"Ahhh!"

The members of the student union outside the door drew their pens angrily, and they don't plan to give this dormitory another chance. You will definitely be included in the podium review next week!

"Leader, did we wake you up?" Xue Canming walked to the bed, raised his head cautiously, and looked at Song Zhaolan who woke up at some point.

Song Zhaolan made a sudden move, gestured a few moves, then shook his head and sighed.

"Is he sleepwalking?" asked the leader of the beggar gang.

"I don't know." Xue Canming looked at Song Zhaolan again in fear, and suddenly his wrist was heavy, and Song Zhaolan clasped his hand.

"Ahhh! My dear mother!"

The others immediately sat up, and as soon as they lifted the quilt, they heard the sound of the door being slammed, and a warning from the student union: "If you dare to make any noise, I will have to call the teacher!"

"Shhh!" They immediately moved lightly, moving forward step by step like snails.

After Xue Canming yelled a few times, he gradually became quiet. He found that he didn't seem to be in pain: "Leader, what are you doing?"

Song Zhaolan looked at his hands with the help of the weak light: "I was fighting with Yu Tingfeng at that time, and he broke my Yufeng Palm. No one has ever been able to escape my move."

"Hmm, what then?"

"I just dreamed about how he was broken." Song Zhaolan tightened his palms, turned over and was about to get out of bed, "I'll go find him and try again."

"Don't, don't!" Xue Canming quickly stopped him, "It's late at night, it's not suitable for martial arts competition, and there are students from the student union standing guard outside."

After the words fell, a voice sounded outside the door: "Yes."

Xue Canming: "..." Brother, are you really squatting at our door? !

Zhao Mingdeng also persuaded: "Brother Song, this is not the time for a competition, you might as well wait until tomorrow. Besides, you are just dreaming, what if his moves are different from what you dreamed about?"

Song Zhaolan was thoughtful, and then showed an affirmative expression: "I have already thought of how to defeat him, and I will definitely succeed this time."

As he spoke, he ignored everyone's pushing hands and stepped on the railing. Who knew who pushed him unintentionally in a panic, stepped on the air, and fell to the ground.

Boom—

"Leader, are you alright?" Xue Canming was shocked, squatting down in the dark to touch someone.

Zhao Mingdeng was about to turn on, and the student union outside the door started clamoring again.

Song Zhaolan stood up as if nothing had happened, patted the ashes, and asked, "What did you just say?"

Xue Canming repeated: "Leader, are you alright?"

Song Zhaolan: "No, the last sentence."

Zhao Mingdeng: "This is not the time for a competition."

Song Zhaolan nodded: "You are right, we will try again tomorrow."

Several people:"......"

You hurt from the fall, right?

Xue Canming asked concerned: "Leader, does your **** hurt?"

"Not at all."

Xue Canming: "..."

So is your **** touching a feint?

Members of the student union, whose legs were squatting weakly outside, confirmed that everyone in the dormitory was talking, stood up against the wall, beat their legs, and just walked a few steps, when they heard screams and shouts erupting from the dormitory diagonally opposite the door .

Student Union: "..."

I'm so tired, I quit.

In the early morning of the next day, before the wake-up bell rang, several people in Class A's dormitory 503 had already woken up.

Those who meditate meditate, those who practice boxing practice boxing, and those who play sticks play sticks.

As soon as the leader of the beggar gang made a move, the head of the broom flew from one end to the other, hitting Xue Canming's head impartially.

Xue Canming took off the head of the broom, as if he had gotten used to it, he closed his fists and stood still, sighing with emotion: "If the master knows that I have no internal energy now and can even cover my head with a broom, he will have to... What a joy, it's a pity he couldn't see it with his own eyes."

Xue Canming is a young disciple of the head of the Qingtong Sect, but he is a bit indulgent and arrogant. He claims to be the number one in the world after he completes his studies. The head advises him to be humble, and he will not change after repeated admonitions. Even for such an important matter as encircling and suppressing the Demon Sect, he is the number one in his sect. stand out.

He joined the army of killing demons with great ambitions, dreaming that he could become famous in the martial arts world, but who knew that he just found a random person with no name, no faction and no background to compete, and he was rubbed on the ground.

"Leader, is the old leader really not your real father?" Probably because everyone was in the same situation, Xue Canming felt a little more intimate, so he asked the question in his heart.

The others also stopped and eavesdropped quietly. After all, Song Zhaolan's life experience of unknown origin has attracted much curiosity.

"No." Song Zhaolan shook his head.

"At that time, the old alliance leader had a decisive battle with Yu Tingfeng's parents, and both sides suffered losses. Why were you there?" Xue Canming asked.

"I picked it up when I was picking up firewood." Song Zhaolan was still meditating with his eyes closed.

"Picking firewood?" Xue Canming had heard that Song Zhaolan lived in the mountains and forests since he was a child, and hunted for a living every day. He never thought it was true. "Then why did you **** the old leader back?"

"He said he would give me money to buy food and eat more outside."

A few people roughly understood that the old leader was rescued by Song Zhaolan after being injured, and seeing his extraordinary martial arts, they persuaded him to **** them home to prevent the remnants of the Demon Sect from chasing and killing them on the way.

The first thing the old alliance leader does when he returns home is to hold a martial arts conference and re-elect a new alliance leader to succeed him.

But at that time, it was in the stage of being out of favor. Some of the older generation withdrew from the rivers and lakes, and the younger generations were more willing to live and work in peace and contentment, and did not want to fight and kill. heaven and earth.

For the position of leader, several sects had endless disputes, and finally decided to compete in martial arts, but the old leader suddenly named the young people who escorted him home to join the martial arts camp.

At first, these famous and decent sects didn't take Song Zhaolan seriously, until he picked several masters out of the ring one after another, they couldn't help but look at him seriously, but no one could understand his kung fu methods.

In the end, Song Zhaolan won, and the others naturally had no objection. Rather than letting other sects be the leader and charge into the battle, it is better to let this fledgling martial arts wizard come, which is the choice with the least loss.

Song Zhaolan herself didn't want to accept such an identity, she just wanted to take the prize and leave, but the old leader said: "If you become the leader, you can go to the canteens of various factions in the future, and you won't be charged."

All the knights are ashamed, how could they be so persuasive, are we martial arts masters from the canteen? !

Unexpectedly, Song Zhaolan decided on the spot: "Is this really true?"

All the heroes: "..."

"Then who taught you martial arts, leader? You couldn't have realized it in the mountains, could you?" Xue Canming asked.

Those few people even surrounded him directly, obviously they were more concerned about this answer, no martial arts master can escape the temptation of peerless martial arts!

Song Zhaolan, who had been answering obediently, shook his head: "You can't say it."

"Why? Could it be that your master is a martial arts enemy?" asked the owner of Wuji Sword Villa.

Song Zhaolan shook his head: "He forbids me to say his name."

"Then..." Before Xue Canming finished speaking, the wake-up bell rang, and people in other dormitories started to get up, especially the dormitories on the opposite side.

When they opened the door, they saw the door of 517 on the opposite side opened, and Yu Tingfeng walked out with his subordinates talking and laughing.

Hearing Yu Tingfeng's voice, Song Zhaolan opened his eyes quickly, rolled out of bed in twos and walked quickly to the door, but the other party's figure was no longer seen, and he couldn't help but sighed regretfully.

During self-study in the morning, the homeroom teacher came to patrol and saw Song Zhaolan reading the English book seriously, but kept silent. When he pushed open the back door, Song Zhaolan suddenly sat up straight.

"You..." Wu Chenggang thought that he had noticed his movement, but he was staring at the clock on the wall.

Wu Chenggang said coldly: "You study hard for me."

Song Zhaolan: "Five four three two one—"

Jingle Bell-

"It's time to eat." Song Zhaolan rushed outside without looking back.

Wu Chenggang: "..."

The morning self-study is already five minutes later than the senior year. If you want to grab the egg tart, you have to run faster.

Several female students who were walking on the road suddenly felt a strong wind blowing by. When they looked carefully, there was only one figure left.

Running all the way to the cafeteria, Song Zhaolan stood behind the line, staring closely at the dwindling number of egg tarts. If the count is correct, he should just be able to buy the last one!

With nervousness and apprehension, he walked forward and finally reached the four-eyed scholar in front of him. He carefully took out his meal card, but he heard the four-eyed scholar say, "Two egg tarts."

Song Zhaolan's pupils trembled slightly, and he watched helplessly as the person in front took away the last two.

He looked at the other person's back and remained motionless until his four eyes accidentally bumped into a person. He flinched a little, as if he was afraid of being troubled, and respectfully offered the two egg tarts to the visitor.

Holding two egg tarts, Yu Tingfeng looked back at the man leaving, and asked the people next to him in a foggy manner: "Who is he?"

"Those who were robbed of their jobs yesterday." Guardian Right reminded him in his ear.

"Oh." Yu Tingfeng turned his head and almost bumped into Song Zhaolan. The distance between the two was only a few centimeters, and Song Zhaolan looked at him motionless.

Yu Tingfeng took a step back vigilantly: "Is there something wrong?"

Song Zhaolan looked down at the egg **** in his hand: "Competition?"

"Now?"

"Um."

"No time." Yu Tingfeng turned around and left, but found that the other party was following him, he quietly quickened his pace, and soon the two of them were still fighting in secret.

Yu Tingfeng couldn't bear it anymore, stood under a tree, turned around and asked him, "What do you want to do?!"

"Competition, I know how to beat you, if you lose, you have to give this to me." Song Zhaolan pointed at the egg tart.

"What if you lose?"

"I'll give you the egg **** I grabbed tomorrow."

Yu Tingfeng glanced at the egg tart, it was yellowish, and when he thought of Song Zhaolan's recent reading, he simply stuffed it into his hand: "Take it and take it, you don't need to go elsewhere to pick it up."

Song Zhaolan looked at the egg **** that he got without any effort: "Then what about the competition?"

"It's okay now, I'm going to eat." Yu Tingfeng walked away, and just walked a few steps, and heard Song Zhaolan say: "Yu Tingfeng, you are a good person."

Yu Tingfeng staggered, it was the first time that the person who was called the little devil since he was a child heard that he was a good person, and for a moment he didn't know if the other party was laughing at him.

Yu Tingfeng turned his head: "So?"

Song Zhaolan took a bite of the egg tart: "It's nothing, let's compare next time."

Yu Tingfeng: "..."

So I'm a good guy, and I still have to fight, right? What's the use of your good card? !

The author has something to say:

Song Zhaolan: Are you there? Contest? Contest? [Cat Probe]

Yu Tingfeng: I have something to eat.

Song Zhaolan: (.˙▽˙.)