MTL - Wulin No.1 Middle School-Chapter 40

After eating the pancakes, Yu Tingfeng bought two skewers of gluten gluten, one for each person, and walked back along the street.

After crossing the road, the gluten had already been eaten, and the two walked to the corner of the wall, raised their heads and looked at the height.

There was a trash can next to it, Yu Tingfeng stepped on it, then quickly climbed to the top of the wall, stretched out a hand, and pulled Song Zhaolan up.

There were two "pops", and the two of them landed on the front and rear feet and returned to school smoothly.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly heard a noise in front of him. Song Zhaolan walked under the tree curiously. As soon as he poked his head, two people came out from behind the tree. The person standing in front pushed down his glasses. My friend, Liu Yun.

The boy following him was tall and big, half a head taller than Song Zhaolan, with short inches, he looked a little unfriendly.

Song Zhaolan subconsciously took two steps back, turned around and beckoned to Yu Tingfeng to run away.

"Wait, it's so late, what are you two doing here?" Liu Yun suddenly shouted.

Song Zhaolan stopped and turned around stiffly, not daring to look at him guilty.

"Come and stroll around the campus, can't you?" Yu Tingfeng replied calmly, "Is this school opened by your family? I will let you know when I visit it?"

Liu Yun stepped forward, took a look at Yu Tingfeng, and finally fixed his eyes on Song Zhaolan's face, and asked word by word: "Is it really just for a stroll?"

"...Hmm." Going outside the school is also a trip, right?

Liu Yun looked at him dubiously, and asked, "Why did you wander here?"

"Because..." Song Zhaolan muttered for a long time, turned to look at Yu Tingfeng, and asked him for help.

Yu Tingfeng took two steps forward, stood in front of Song Zhaolan, and raised his chin: "Is it okay because I got lost? I accidentally walked here."

Liu Yun was silent for a moment, then turned his head to look at Song Zhaolan again.

Yu Tingfeng turned his body to the side, blocking his sight again.

Liu Yun turned his head in the opposite direction again, and Yu Tingfeng also bent to the other side.

After confronting each other for a long time, Liu Yun's eyes were almost blurred. He took off his glasses and rubbed the center of his brows. At this time, his companion walked aside, handed him a bottle of water, took his glasses, and lifted the hem of his clothes to wipe the lenses.

After being pressed for a while, Yu Tingfeng became impatient, and asked, "What about you, what are you two doing here?"

Liu Yun was taken aback, picked up the glasses from his companion, put them on again, and said with a smile: "Patrol. Since you are just wandering, then go back early."

Yu Tingfeng was still about to ask questions, when the person behind him suddenly pulled his clothes.

"Then let's go back first." After Song Zhaolan finished speaking, he dragged Yu Tingfeng along and left.

"Song Zhaolan, don't forget the agreement on Saturday." Liu Yun shouted.

"it is good."

After a long time, the companion asked: "Just let them go?"

Liu Yun sighed unrecognizably: "Forget it, Song Zhaolan is not bad, so he shouldn't be the one to cause trouble."

 …

After the singer competition, Ji Xiuyuan and Liu Zhuichui both won the honor of top ten singers.

People in class A warmly celebrated her as if they knew her again.

"Ji Xiuyuan, you sing so well, why didn't you say it earlier?!"

"That's right, so there is a master in our class!"

"You have to do your best in the performance activities of the class in the future!"

"Your makeup looks good today too. Who or what makeup artist did it for you?"

Surrounded by her classmates, Ji Xiuyuan was overwhelmed by the flattery, her face turned red, and she did not forget to answer the question: "Chen Yuting helped me do it, he is very good at makeup."

The female students were shocked, and immediately some female students went to surround Chen Yuting, but Xue Canming was so envious.

"Is it too late for me to learn makeup now?" After returning to the dormitory, Xue Canming discussed with his roommates, "Chen Yuting, tell me."

"It's up to people, come on." Chen Yuting opened the cosmetic bag he bought recently, "Come on, let me teach you about liquid foundation first, each brand has different color numbers."

"Aren't they all the same color?!"

"No, each color is different, and the effect of applying it on each person's face will be different." Chen Yuting said.

"Forget it, I might as well do the questions." Xue Canming only took three seconds from the time he got up to giving up, then turned to wash his face and brush his teeth, glanced at Song Zhaolan next to him, and asked, "Leader, where did you go tonight? It took me a long time." Didn't go back to the auditorium."

"I went to eat." Song Zhaolan said.

"No wonder, the student union came to count people at the end, and I said you had diarrhea." Xue Canming said warily.

Song Zhaolan paused and asked, "Has the student union come to investigate?"

"Um."

"Have you seen Liu Yun?"

"No, it seems that he doesn't need to do these jobs, right?" Xue Canming and others also learned of Liu Yun's existence from Song Zhaolan, "I heard from my deskmate that Liu Yun only needs to take care of big things and make decisions. Next There's a bunch of errands out there."

Song Zhaolan thought about it, isn't this similar to his current leader position?

 …

It was Saturday in a blink of an eye, and Song Zhaolan returned home after lunch and did some homework. It was not until four o'clock that he told his family that he was going out.

Song Nian heard that he was going to have dinner with his friends, so he subconsciously asked, "Does your friend look good?"

Song Zhaolan thought carefully about Liu Yun's appearance, and replied, "It's pretty."

"Really?" Song Nian suddenly got excited, glanced at Zhao Qinghong who was busy in the kitchen, ran back to the room secretly, took out some pocket money from a pair of socks, stuffed it into his hand, and escorted him all the way to the door , "Dad can only help you here."

Song Zhaolan looked at the extra pocket money in his hand: "Thank you Dad."

"Go ahead, buy food and drink for your friends, don't be too stingy." Song Nian instructed.

"En." Song Zhaolan held the money tightly, saw Zhao Qinghong coming out of the kitchen, and waved, "Mom, I'm going out, goodbye."

"Huh? What are you holding in your hand? Where did you get the money?" Zhao Qinghong asked sharply.

"Father just gave it to me." After Song Zhaolan finished speaking, seeing Song Nian secretly shaking his head at him, "Can't you tell me?"

Nonsense, can you still call it private money if you say it! ? Song Nian slandered wildly in his heart.

"...Zhao Qinghong, let me tell you, who are you showing face with, I will settle accounts with you later." Song Nian hurriedly pushed his troubled son out of the door, "Go, go and play with you.

After closing the door, Song Nian glanced at his wife, returned to the bedroom in silence, took out a washboard, knelt down on it, pinched his ears with both hands, and asked anxiously, "Come and see, this posture is enough standard?"

Zhao Qinghong: "Hmph."

 …

Song Zhaolan got on the bus according to the address, and within ten minutes after sitting down, he began to feel drowsy.

He leaned back in the chair, and someone got on the bus at the next stop. When he opened his eyes in a daze, he saw a group of people coming up, including men, women and children, followed by a cool black figure in a suit Black, wearing a mask and a peaked cap, and a sweater hood covering his head.

It's a bit like the previous assassin, he thought to himself, before he could see the other person's face carefully, he fell asleep again.

When he arrived at the station, he felt someone behind him patting him, and then he woke up, thanked the uncle behind him, and got off the car in a daze.

The coffee shop on the side of the road was in good business at this time, he opened the door and entered, Liu Yun immediately waved to him: "Here."

Song Zhaolan walked over quickly, saw a cup on the table, took it up and drank it.

"This is what I ordered..." Liu Yun stared blankly at him swallowing in pain, and said slowly, "American style, are you used to it?"

"It's hard to drink." Song Zhaolan put down the cup, and sat down unhappily. Now his mind is clear, but he will spend his life to heal the cup of black liquid just now, "Is this coffee?"

"Yes." Liu Yun called the waiter, "What do you want to drink?"

"Let's boil water." Song Zhaolan said.

"Are you sure?" Liu Yun asked again.

"Um."

Liu Yun had no choice but to order plain water for him, and re-ordered an Americano and two desserts for himself.

In the corner, someone is watching their every move.

The eyes hidden under the brim of the hat are as sharp as eagles, monitoring the movement on the other side of the booth. Yu Tingfeng narrowed his eyes slightly, and watched Song Zhaolan irritably finish drinking the other party's food—is your relationship so good? Added another hero to the friend list, right?

Liu Yun asked: "What is your main reason for refusing to come to the student union?"

"If you delay your study time, your pocket money will be deducted if you don't study well." Song Zhaolan said truthfully.

"So the focus is on pocket money?" Liu Yun asked.

Song Zhaolan nodded, and added another sentence to cover up: "Study is also very important."

"You don't have to worry about this. The president doesn't have to do everything by himself. You just need to arrange all the departments and coordinate all the work." Liu Yun pushed the dessert brought by the waiter to Song Zhaolan, and handed him the spoon hand, smiled slightly, "Besides, the president can get a scholarship from the school every year, which is much more than your pocket money."

"Really?" Song Zhaolan suddenly got excited.

"Of course." Liu Yun said, "Not only that, but the school will give priority to recommending you for various incentive policies or places recommended by famous schools abroad."

It sounds like there are quite a lot of benefits, but the main reason is the scholarship, but Song Zhaolan quickly regained his composure: "I'm sorry, we don't match."

Liu Yun: "Huh?"

"Inappropriate." Song Zhaolan shook his head and refused.

Liu Yun asked: "Where is it not suitable for us?"

Yu Tingfeng, who was hiding in the dark, heard it intermittently, but he always felt that there was something wrong with the conversation. Before he could figure it out, the customer at the next table suddenly grabbed the table tightly, and his veins bulged.

Yu Tingfeng turned his head to look over, and found that a boy sat at the next table at some time, tall and tall, wearing a hat and mask like him, although he couldn't see his face clearly, but he was inexplicably familiar.

At this time, the other party also noticed him, their eyes met, they froze for a moment, and they looked away from each other.

Come to think of it, it's Liu Yun's inch-cut friend.

So why did the other party appear here?

It is very likely that he came to monitor the friend making situation of friends like him, and Yu Tingfeng quickly figured out this problem.

The two who have attracted much attention are still having friendly exchanges. Song Zhaolan replied: "Our nature is different. The student union is an organization of the school. We cannot join it. This is the rule."

"Who made the rules for you?"

"The rules of the rivers and lakes."

"..." Liu Yun took a sip of coffee to suppress his shock, "I've never heard of the rules of the world."

"That's because you haven't mixed in the rivers and lakes." Song Zhaolan inexplicably found some confidence. He was no longer the young man who could only chop firewood and hunt, but a high school student who had mixed in the rivers and lakes and is now studying in school.

Liu Yun glanced at him incredulously, he had a second-year illness, right? No problem, it can be cured.

"Then do you know that there is an unwritten rule in the student union?"

"not sure what it is?"

"The student union, thestudentunion, is a mysterious organization with a long history and supreme power. There are hidden dragons and crouching dragons in it. Some people sing so loudly that they can make the seven orifices bleed; Ma, these are all because of the strongest power of the student union!"

Song Zhaolan: "What power?"

"It's this hand, I swear by blood, and the power to summon heroes is sealed inside!" Liu Yun stretched out his right hand, with a big triangle on the palm, "Did you see this pattern? It made me a member of the student union Wang. Now, I will pass this power to you, do you dare to accept it?"

Yu Tingfeng: ...You look so ugly when you secretly draw a triangle with a pen!

"I'll take it." Song Zhaolan stretched out his hand.

Yu Tingfeng: Sober up!

Liu Yun grabbed his hand and pressed firmly on his palm.

Yu Tingfeng stretched his neck, and the boy at the next table had already bent over and stood up, holding the edge of the table tightly, the table began to tremble.

"Okay, the seal has been passed on to you. I hope you can get a glimpse of the secret. Open this seal, and then you will become the master of this world." Liu Yun let go of his hand, and a big triangle was printed on Song Zhaolan's palm.

Song Zhaolan stared at the palm of his hand for a while, and said, "That's not right."

Liu Yun drank coffee calmly, even if he was exposed, he didn't panic at all: "I have already cooperated with your middle..."

"Since I swear by blood, what about blood?"

"..."

"And the lines are so fuzzy." After Song Zhaolan finished speaking, he touched the pen hidden under the tissue paper by the other party, and refilled the triangle by himself, "It's done."

Liu Yun: "..." Secondary illness, is there really a cure?

Song Zhaolan finished drinking the water and said, "Okay, I promise you."

"real?"

"Well, I really want to meet the masters of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon of the Student Union." Song Zhaolan said.

"Okay, then you come to the student activity room on Monday when you are practicing between classes, and I will show you to meet new friends." After paying the bill, Liu Yun said, "Let's go to eat and talk about details while eating."

"it is good."

After the two left, Yu Tingfeng got up immediately, and was about to chase after him, but bumped into the person at the next table with a solid shoulder.

The two looked at each other at the same time, their eyes filled with disdain.

"What are you doing here?" Yu Tingfeng asked with a frown.

"What about you?" Short-cut asked back.

"Come and drink water, can't you?" Yu Tingfeng glared at him.

Cun Tou sized him up a few times, and suddenly asked, "What's your relationship with that Song Zhaolan?"

"Who are you, dare to ask me?" Yu Tingfeng said, "What about you, what's the relationship with that four-eyed frog?"

"Who do you say is the four-eyed frog?"

"What do you say?"

Seeing that the two were about to fight, the waiter came over and reminded them: "The big bad things need to be compensated."

A good man doesn't suffer from lack of money, Yu Tingfeng let go of his hand, Cuntou also thought of something important, turned around and walked out: "Oh no, I don't know where I went."

Yu Tingfeng woke up with a start, and immediately followed.

The two chased out the door in a panic, and before they had time to act, they froze at the door at the same time.

Song Zhaolan and Liu Yun stood at the side of the door, looking at the two of them with a look that had been expected.

Liu Yun folded his arms around his chest, and raised an inexplicable smile at the corner of his mouth: "Why are you two here?"

Yu Tingfeng looked away from the side: "I don't know you well."

At this time, a hand was placed on his shoulder, and the short-cut man lost his momentum in an instant, and said honestly: "I met a new friend, and we made an appointment for tea...ah no, coffee .”

Yu Tingfeng patted his hand away and gave him a disgusted look.

Liu Yun smiled: "Come here."

Cun Tou immediately went over obediently, and didn't know what he whispered to him, his expression looked innocent and wronged, Yu Tingfeng frowned so much that he was about to tie a knot, it was too embarrassing for a real man!

Unexpectedly, in the next moment, Liu Yun smiled at Cuntou and touched his head.

Yu Tingfeng:? Are you not angry when you are being followed? !

Liu Yun took people to prepare to leave, and said to Song Zhaolan: "It seems that we don't need to have dinner together, let's take a step ahead, don't forget to come to me on Monday, I will introduce you to new friends first, and then teach you to familiarize yourself with them." Work."

"Okay." Song Zhaolan nodded.

"Wait!" Yu Tingfeng suddenly called out to the person who was about to leave, "I want to be the student council president too."

"You?" The other three looked at him in surprise.

"Can't you? Can the president only be a member of Class A?"

"Not really." Liu Yun glanced back and forth between him and Song Zhaolan, and laughed, "Since this is the case, how about a campaign, the two of you practice together, and we will choose according to your work situation. "

"Row."

When there were only two of them left, Yu Tingfeng gave Song Zhaolan an awkward look, then raised his chin in a pretentious gesture, pretending to be looking at the scenery.

Footsteps sounded around her, Song Zhaolan walked over, and the atmosphere was a little silent.

Yu Tingfeng looked down at him, showing an innocent and wronged expression.

Only then did Song Zhaolan ask: "When did you meet Liu Yun's friend?"

"...just last time."

"Oh." Song Zhaolan was silent for a moment, and then asked, "Why do you want to be the president of the student council? Are you also interested in those experts?"

"Not interested at all."

"Then what are you interested in?" Song Zhaolan asked curiously.

Yu Tingfeng turned his head to look at him: "Guess."